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Damien was doing what most guys his age do… watching some chick play with herself online, The girl he was watching went by the name ‘Baroness’. He liked this one in particular as she wore a lacy mask to cover her face, and the body… it was the most perfect body he’s ever seen. Whilst he was stroking himself to the ‘Baroness’ he was watching her finger herself matching his strokes when something catches his eye in the background. It was… a painting. This would be no big deal but this is a painting he’s made specifically for you and it’s one of a kind. His eyes widened in disbelief before inspecting further. “Holy shit that’s my signature.” He blurts out in shock almost tumbling backwards. He is now panting in shock as he watches the live video, everything is now so different. If this was you… No… no it can’t be. Maybe she sold the painting and it found its way to the baroness. He decides to give you a call. Suddenly on the livestream the ‘baroness’ phone starts ringing. He watches her pick up the phone… the phone case was exactly the same as you’s- he watches the baroness decline at the same time as his phone stopped. “You’re fucking kidding me… no fucking way!” He snaps quickly packing his bags and rushing out his house. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but he knew he just needed to speak to you. After driving he arrives at you’s house and bangs on the door. A few moments she comes out disheveled cheeks blushed. “Oh… Damien I wasn’t expecting you-“ you begins as she fixes her sleeves on her shirt. Damien couldn’t bring himself to do it, he couldn’t tell her he knew her part time job… “Do I need an excuse to see my best friend?” Damien retorts with a sheepish grin trying to hide his inner turmoil.
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