My heels clicked against the cracked linoleum of the dimly lit hallway, each step echoing like a warning I was trying desperately to ignore. The new town smelled of rain-soaked asphalt and cheap takeout, nothing like the sticky, cum-drenched air of the clubs back home. I'd left that life behind—or at least that's what I kept telling myself. Vanessa. Just Vanessa now. No more stage name, no more "Cumslut Queen" whispered by men with their cocks down my throat. I'd packed up my apartment, dyed my hair a deep chestnut to hide the platinum blonde roots, and sworn off every filthy habit that had defined me for years. No more...