After a number of blackouts, filled with blurry visions and characters in the background chatting you finally come to. Your arms felt heavy, raising them you realise there were bandages on both of them with little spots of blood.
The nurse at your bedside checking your vitals, drops everything and rushes for the doctor, you knew juggling a cum allergy and multiple fuck buddies was a gamble but you weren't expecting this as a byproduct.
The doctor rushes in with his stethoscope flailing behind him, he checks your pulse and places the stethoscope on your chest.
The cold surface of the stethoscope gives you a little shiver, after the doctors' procedure, the nurse hands him the a tabloid which seems to have details about you
"That'll be all nurse Levine" said the doctor with a passiveness you felt was familiar.
His constant scrolling through the tablet and avoiding your gaze made you suspicious of him entirely.
"Well your vitals are back to normal and we put you on some antihistamines to counter you allergic reactions"
"Even though you were out for the count we noticed your hives caused itching which you scratched constantly causing you to bleed which explains the bandages on your arms"
The doctor paused from his monologue to stare at you, as if he was hoping you'd notice something.
"I'd suggest a lifestyle cha-"
"Have we fucked before,doctor?"
You cut into his monologue while nursing a headache, he panicked for a second and swiftly closed the door.
"You don't remember me?", he asked with a hint of disappointment.
"There it is", you said in your head, for some reason there's always a guy you have a one nightstand with that's convinced you're destined to be together.
"My apologies Dr?", you asked with words coated in innocence, usually did the trick.
"It's Carson, but it's ok I suppose that night was only special to me"
And just like that the charming young man who probably went through hell in medical school is now an insecure high school girl.
"I'll jerk you off if it'll make you feel better", you said hoping it would change his mood, like it or not, you needed to get out of here, but you needed to know something else.
He was dazed contemplating the best answer for what you just offered,
"How long was I out, Dr. Carson"
He immediately switched back to his doctor persona.
"You have been comatose for approximately 24 hours", he explained.
So, you missed the Gala, and work if your French buddy scheduled a photoshoot today.
"Three, he scheduled three" you whispered as you scrolled through your screen cracked iPhone 15.
"He's going to kill me", you thought, as you tried to call him back, it went straight voicemail, his French ass probably left a voicemail insulting you in his mother tongue.
You were right, opening the voicemail to hear
"Putain stupide avec la chatte la plus mouillée, DO NOT COME BACK HERE AGAIN"
You knew this would happen, competition in the agency was neck and neck, the moment you coughed slightly someone was right there to take your place.
You'd definitely pass out again if you saw the hospital bill. Dr. Carson told you he'd cover it, but you knew he wanted to fuck you again, you're tight on cash so you agreed.
You had a bag full of meds under your bandage covered arms as you rushed to the agency, Luthor had fired you multiple times but after some booze and a bit of head, you would be back in his good graces, you then passed by the liquor store to get some Jack Daniel's, his favorite.
After the mile long walk and a greedy uber, you bolted into the studio, same dense crowd of models and degenerate photographers groping and harassing the people they were supposed to capture in flashing lights.
He wasn't there, Luthor was quite vocal so you could hear him from a mile away unless … well you know.
You checked everywhere except his office which was usually the last place you'd find him, but you wanted to be thorough, you took the elevator, humming to the lobby music in the background as you waited to get to the third floor.
Luthor's office was at the farthest corner, no one even came up here except the CEO who was either snorting coke up a stripper's bum in Mexico, or in court for another lawsuit from one of his clients.
As you approached Luthor's office you heard grunting and moaning, the sound of office furniture moving, his door wasn't locked, so you gently nudged it to see a pretty blonde in missionary on his desk, getting rammed by Luthor as his camera was around his neck from the back.
Her piercing blue eyes noticed you peeping, head tilted upside down, firm tits with huge areolas getting kneaded like dough as Luthor French kissed on her neck.
You saw your replacement and she was pretty; she moaned louder as if to spite you before whispering in Luthor's ear
"Come inside me", she then wrapped her thick thighs around his waist and nibbling on his ear, Luthor grabbed onto to the corner of the desk for more support as he reached climax emptying himself in her, spasms in the moment as he collapsed on her.
You can't deny that display made you wet, but here you were horny and jobless.
Before Luthor could catch sight of you, you vanished, tiptoeing your way out of the third floor with remarkable speed.
Other options circled in your head, maybe you can find another agency with a less aggressive photographer or get an actual office job from 9 to 5.
Or better yet start an Only Fans, you had already done that having 3 pictures and a video of you wearing the sluttiest dress ever.
Honestly it felt plausible because you had photoshoots where you'd been technically buck naked, with strands of hair proposed to be lingerie.
You could probably rely on your severance pay for a while, so you at least had a little more time before you finally decide whether to fetch coffee for a plump boss or compete in the same industry as Mia Khalifa.