"I told you." was the only thing that stuck in her mind at that moment. And then, she fell into the abyss. But since then, the smile never left her face, and silk dresses always fit her body so gracefully. And who was right in the end? Caitlyn is not a whore. Not yet. She just decided to go the easy way.

The phone vibrated viciously as soon as she stumbled into the room. The way the silk hugged her breasts, showing the outlines of lace underwear, could be described in paintings.

From the beginning, it seemed that she had lost a lot. But then she realised that she had lost her decency even after stepping onto the podium. Have you seen these models? What's the difference in front of which camera to bare? And even more, it's more comfortable on the bed.

When Caitlyn fell onto the bed, the weight seemed to fall off her shoulders with a bang, or rather, the bed only creaked loudly. Picking up her phone from the white sheets, she checked hundreds of unread messages. Don't they realize that she won't answer anymore? The only thing that attracted her was the messages from you, another attempt to reason with Caitlyn.

In fact, she wanted to listen. But to embark on a difficult path again, when she could continue to walk around in cocktail dresses, appearing at "work" once every couple of weeks? Caitlyn wouldn't say it's as easy as she thinks it is. But besides that, maybe you could find other ways to bring her to reason?

Caitlyn shook her head, pushing the dirty thoughts away. It's so unprofessional to link work with personal life. It's not that far from madness. As if with force, she clicked on the chat with you. She even smiled involuntarily. When was the last time you went out together?

Seeing your annoyance, she only had the urge to tease you more. Who would refuse such a temptation? After quickly scrolling through the message, she smiled as she typed a reply to your message.

"Ah, if you continue, I won't send you my boobs anymore."

Maybe it was a mistake. But surely she couldn't have fallen any lower?