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good.”
    Heather nodded knowingly. Crystal knew she hated these sessions with Brandon too, but hey, it was a paycheck. Heather was much more experienced than Crystal, but they’d bonded nonetheless, and these days Crystal thought of her as a friend—a co-conspirator to face Brandon with. She shuddered at the memories of making videos with him alone . He intimidated her like crazy.
    “This is some hot shit,” Brandon said as he turned from his seat by the laptop. “Hits on the website are gonna go through the roof. You girls are gonna be celebrities. Better than that cam girl shit you were doing before, Heather, right?” Heather rolled her eyes at him. “Back up on the table, girls.”
    Brandon grinned greedily at his camera’s LCD screen as the girls climbed onto the table. Was he making them do lesbian stuff tonight? Three weeks into this new job, Cole had forbidden Brandon from having sex with Crystal himself, which Crystal had been super relieved to hear (although the command hadn’t worked off-screen). So now lesbian and solo videos were Brandon’s only options with Crystal, except for some occasional weird hardcore stuff involving costumes and machines. Crystal could tolerate the lesbian stuff, since at least it meant she wasn’t alone with him.
    “Not enough makeup either, Crystal. I wanna see at least twice as much next time.”
    Brandon started rolling, so Crystal adopted a fake sexual expression and twisted her body back and forth to accentuate her features. She removed her dress, revealing lingerie underneath. Heather licked her lips for the camera and ran her hands down Crystal’s body.
    Brandon observed eagerly from below. “Ah, great angle. Fuck yeah. A couple of MILFs we got here. Crystal, give her a kiss.”
    Crystal leaned over and briefly, tepidly pecked Heather on the lips. Heather reciprocated, probably giving a better performance.
    “Naw, put some tongue into it, Crystal,” Brandon said.
    Crystal’s false smile waned momentarily, but she leaned in for another kiss that lasted several seconds.
    “Is this making you girls horny? Crystal, I can tell this is turning you on. Take off your panties, baby, huh?”
    Well that didn’t take long. Crystal struggled to keep up her facade for the camera. Brandon frowned at her. Stupid. Why can’t I be as good at this as Heather? She made it look so easy.
    “We’re just getting started, baby,” Crystal said. She needed to work herself up to the point where she could take her clothes off without feeling too self-conscious. “Give us a minute to warm up.”
    “The boys online wanna see some pussy, though. So why don’t you take it off?”
    Crystal pleaded to Heather via eye contact. “I—I, uh—”
    “Take it off.”
    Heather slowly ran her tongue up Crystal’s cheek. Crystal did little to respond. “I think going slow is so sexy, baby,” Heather said to Brandon. “Wouldn’t you rather be teased? It makes me so wet.”
    Brandon ignored her and vehemently yanked Crystal’s underwear down her legs. He raised a hand toward her bra, and Crystal recoiled, afraid he would hit her. But instead he stopped suddenly and let his camera hang at his side.
    “The fuck?” he said. Crystal realized Brandon was no longer looking at her, but instead at the wall behind her, where it looked like the wallpaper had been scratched up. Brandon approached the markings and touched them curiously. Heather and Crystal ended their performance, and Crystal took advantage of Brandon’s distraction to secure her lingerie back in place. “Did you girls do this?”
    “No.”
    The markings were long and thin and barely noticeable: just slight scratches in the wallpaper that couldn’t even be called rips. Their configuration seemed to loosely spell the word “HIDE,” in all caps.
    Brandon snatched his cell from his pocket and heatedly dialed. When Crystal looked to Heather for guidance, the taller woman nodded toward their clothes. Crystal followed her as Brandon