Chapter 196 : The photographer fucked me

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The studio was quieter than I expected.

I had found the listing online—professional portraits, reasonable rate, discreet location. The photographer’s name was Julian Voss. His portfolio was clean and expensive-looking: sharp black-and-white work, mostly women, mostly intimate without being explicit. I needed new headshots for work. That was the only reason...

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