The rest of the afternoon was a blur of high-definition skin and studio lights, but my mind was miles away. I couldn't shake the weight of Abigail's words. A "surprise" from Big Mom was never a birthday cake; it was usually a reminder of how easily she could crush my throat.
What had I missed? The debt was still hanging over me like a guillotine, but the studio was thriving. We were making her money. Why fuck with the golden goose now?
"Roxy's got a hell of a throat on her, don't you think?"
Holmes's voice cut through my paranoia. I blinked, refocusing on the monitors. On screen, a chaotic, high-production threesome was unfolding. Kevin Lust was buried deep in Jade, while Roxy, the new girl I'd spotted earlier, was working his cock with a frantic, hungry intensity.
"She's a natural," I muttered, watching her lips slide over him. "She wraps around it like she was born for it."
