I collapsed onto her, utterly spent, my weight heavy on her back. We lay there for a moment, chest to chest, both of us heaving for breath. That had been an amazing fuck—an initiation that was intense, real, and totally cinematic.
The cameras had caught all that.
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[QUEST COMPLETE: SCENE #3 SUCCESS]
Scene Quality: Exceptional
Reward: $1,800 deposited into digital wallet.
(Current balance: $13,200.00
Attribute Reward: Stamina improved through endurance, focus, and rhythmic control during high-pressure performance.
[STAMINA: +1 Point Applied (Current: 7/10)]
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I could feel a familiar warmth and strangeness on my cock and throughout my core as the attribute was added. The intensity of the last scene—the deep, sustained penetration required for an anal initiation—had pushed my endurance to a new level.
"That was great, Druski!" Sasha heaved, resting her head on my chest as I rolled off her. "I have never been fucked like that in my life before. You are a star."
The compliment was genuine, but my mind was already racing. My Stamina was now 7/10, matching my Swagger (7/10). I had the physical and mental fortitude to survive, but only if I secured my defense.
I pushed myself up, grabbing the towel. "We need to talk," I said, my voice suddenly sober. "About Red Eye."
I pushed myself up, grabbing the towel. "We need to talk," I said, my voice suddenly sober. "About Red Eye."
Sasha immediately sobered up and stopped smiling. "Red who?" she asked, confusion knitting her brow.
I moved to the tripod and pulled out the memory cards, securing the physical evidence of the incredible scene we had just filmed. "Sasha, your profession deals with people from the streets—people who have real power. I have no doubt most of your high-end clients are gang members or crime syndicates. You know a lot of people. I mentioned that I wasn't staying at my house; I told you that I'm running from some bad people. Do you know anyone who goes by the name Red Eye? Red Eye is probably a code, of course, but it should be a known name in the streets..."
When I looked back towards her, her face had gone from confusion to a flash of white-hot anger. Like I had insulted her in the worst possible way.
"What's wrong, Sasha? Did I say something wrong?" I asked, completely bewildered by the sudden shift in her emotional state.
"Really? Really, bro? Who are you asking what's wrong?" she thundered, her voice thick with sudden, furious tears. "I let you take my asshole virginity, and the first thing you talk about is some—some gang member? We just did something special, my—my virginity, and you just brush it off like it was nothing."
She began sobbing, the sound raw and painful. "I'm a whore, of course... I understand that. I have been with many men, but I kept my asshole for someone I liked. I like you, Druski..."
I didn't know what to say. The professional, hard shell I'd seen her wear had cracked, revealing a deep, genuine vulnerability that I had completely steamrolled in my paranoia. I had prioritized my own survival over the intimacy she had offered me.
I moved to her side, sitting on the edge of the mattress, and pulled her gently toward me. My hands automatically moved to soothe her back.
"Sasha, listen to me," I said, keeping my voice low and sincere. "I am sorry. I was an asshole. What we just did, what you offered me—it wasn't just content. It meant the world to me. It's the most real thing that's happened to me in weeks. I wasn't brushing it off. I was just terrified. The people I'm running from are the same people who could put me, and now potentially you, in a coffin."
I let the sincerity hit her. I had to choose my next move carefully. I couldn't sacrifice the intelligence I desperately needed, but I couldn't afford to lose her trust either.
"You are special, not me," I continued, pressing the point of vulnerability. "Not just business-wise, but... you are the first girl I ever had. You took my virginity, and for that, I will forever be grateful. It's just that I'm living on the run right now. My life's in danger, so I'm always jumpy..." I said, desperately trying to anchor her empathy.
There was a brief silence, then she pulled away from me, looking me intensely in the eyes. She looked scared and deeply concerned. "Don't tell me you are involved with those people, Druski..."
I felt my heartbeat quicken. She sounded serious and sincere, the emotional wall completely down.
"Those people.... who are they?" I asked, pushing gently for the final, terrifying piece of the puzzle.
Sasha glanced nervously at the door, her eyes wide. "It's Big Mom's people, Druski. And this Red Eye you talk of is part of their gang. He's not just a thug; he's the Syndicate's enforcement arm. They deal in... things that make porn look like a church picnic. They control everything illicit in the city. If you owe them, they don't want the money; they want a piece of your life. Or they want you to disappear."
"And you know this because...?" I pressed, needing the cold facts to cut through my rising panic.
She hesitated, then quietly confirmed my worst fear. "A lot of girls work for them, Druski. They offer protection, high-end clients, and access to private flights. But if you cross them, they own you until they decide if it's time for you to die. I have never met Red Eye, but I have heard about him. There were these girls who went to look for clients in a territory owned by Big Mom. They got into a fight with other girls protected by Big Mom. They won, but a week later they were found dead. One was found dismembered on the back of a Honda, and the other was run over by an identified car. The rumor was Red Eye."
I nodded slowly, the blood draining from my face. I had walked into a full-scale organized crime problem. If this was true, then I was truly fucked like Red Eye's text had said.
"Do you owe them anything, Druski? What's your connection with these people...?" Sasha asked, her voice tight with terror.
I couldn't answer. Not that I didn't want to. I truly had no idea how I was involved with them. All I had was a debt ledger from the original Druski's life.
"If you are involved with them, one way or the other, you are dead," Sasha said, her voice filled with bleak conviction.
I believed her.