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It was the innocent smile that her quite frequently troublesome sister gave her that made Nani feel like she would do anything in order to keep her little ohana together. Lilo was too young to understand money troubles or anything like a financial burden. She was far too innocent to realize that when their parents had died, they hadn't left them enough to make ends meet.

They'd left them enough to pay off their house, so at least Nani could be secure in the fact that they wouldn't go homeless... but just paying for the house didn't pay the bills, or food, or clothes...

It didn't pay for the lunch bag that she came running out the door with, calling after Lilo as she did so.

"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" Her voice was loud enough to catch her sister's attention, and the small girl stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder at her big sister.

"Oh! That's right. Pudge would have been pretty upset." Lilo darted forward, snatching the bag out of Nani's hand with a smile as she stuck the brown lunch bag into her pack.

"Hey, a thank you would be nice!" Exasperation poured through the older of the two's voice, but she was still smiling. Lilo turned and made a great show of taking a gracious bow.

"Thank you -- now... don't you have somewhere to be?" Lilo's voice was still full of curiosity, but Nani had no intention of letting her little sister know where she was going to be. Instead, she waved her hands at her in a flurry of motion, shooing her off.

"I know that you have somewhere to be; go on, if you're late for school, it's going to be me that they call and yell at."

Lilo smiled and darted off, while Nani's own grin faded quickly from her features as soon as her little sister turned the corner. She was going to do what she had to to do take care of her family... but that didn't mean that she wasn't anxious about it, and it certainly didn't mean that there wasn't a part of her that wished she could just go with Lilo, skipping along innocently to school, with the most worrisome thing on her mind as to whether she was going to have time to feed some stupid fish before class was called into session.

Yeah, things would have been a lot easier if that had been the case.

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She could feel her pulse thundering in her chest, a thick-and-wet sound that played at the back of her throat like a constant beat of reminder that she didn't want to go through with this. The building that stood before her was tall, and her knuckles were white where her fingers clenched at the paper that she'd printed out with instructions on how to get here.

Lilo was at school -- she'd scheduled this to be early in the day, if only to make sure that there was no way her little sister could find out what was happening. She wasn't sure that she'd be able to live that down. Their little family was already so messed up - she couldn't imagine what would happen if the little girl found out that she was signing up for a porn shoot to make sure that she had enough money to pay for the property tax on their home.

Her day job was enough to keep up with the rent and to make sure that they had food to eat. She did everything that she could to provide, but sometimes everything wasn't enough -- it certainly wasn't when you were only nineteen years old and trying to figure out how to live both as a girl without parents while simultaneously learning to be a parent in tandem.

The paper in her fist gave one final crinkling sound and then she stuffed it into the pocket of her shorts and took a deep breath.

"I can do this." The words were a low muttered affirmation that Nani took to heart, summoning the courage to step forward.

It was a nondescript building, so she had that on her side at least. If someone saw her stepping inside, they wouldn't know what she was going in there for -- she wasn't sure how many times she'd have to be here, anyway. She was just showing up for an audition. When she'd noticed the advertisement for the shoot with the promise of a few hundred per hour, she knew that she had to take the chance.

Still, Nani felt trepidation as she approached the building. She had to stop at the doorway, take a deep breath, and then nod to herself. She would do anything to make sure that she and Lilo were taken care of -- she'd do anything to make sure that everyone knew that she was capable of keeping her little sister safe.

She just couldn't believe that anything had turned into this thing.

The building was larger inside than it had seemed from the outside, and the vaulted ceiling of the waiting room made her think that it was a lot higher end than what she'd imaged. When she'd heard the term 'porn shoot', she'd thought of some sleazy, back alley area. She certainly hadn't expected pristine waiting areas that could have been the reception space for a doctors office.

A neatly dressed woman looked up from her computer screen, and the warm smile that flashed ultra-white teeth almost caught Nani off guard. For a moment, she wondered if she was in the right area... but the address had been correct. She'd double checked it twice.

Now...

Now she wasn't sure what to expect. What she'd thought was clearly out of the picture.

"Are you here for auditions?" The woman's voice was soft as she spoke, sweet as though she could see the apprehension spilling across her face.

Nani had to gather her senses. She tucked dark hair behind her ear and came forward until she was standing in front of the desk. "Yeah, that's what I'm here for."

"Splendid. If you'll just make your way through the door to my left, they're waiting for you." Nani's dark eyes rose. There was a red door to the left, firmly shut so that she couldn't make out what was waiting for her beyond it.

There was a moment where she hesitated -- a moment where she thought about turning on her heels and leaving before it was too late. The promise of the money, though, was too much to shy away from. She gave a quick nod. "Thank you." The politeness was the most that she could summon; enthusiasm was far out of her reach.

Without allowing herself any more time to talk herself out of the opportunity, she made her way through the door to the sound of the woman speaking on the phone, letting someone know that Nani Pelekai was on sight and heading back to the filming area.

Bright lights stole away her vision for a moment -- it was like a damn alien space ship or something, beaming her into a reality that she hadn't expected.

Of course, that wasn't what it was. It was simply a white room that reflected the lighting far too well -- and as soon as her vision adjusted, she saw that there were people hustling and bustling around

"Miss Pelekai, are you ready?" It sounded weird being addressed by her last name, but the man standing in front of her looked just business enough that it seemed appropriate. Her eyes shifted for a moment to the area behind him; built into the reception area was a stage -- sound, lighting, boom mics scattered here and there. Beyond that, though, was a very official looking doctor's office. Nani didn't recognize the equipment, however, though a few of the things seemed familiar to her. Machines gave soft, whirring blips, and screens shone a glossy black as they waited for information to be input to give a proper heads-up display.

"Exactly what kind of shoot is this?" Her voice was leery as she spoke, her brows furrowing together in suspicion. There hadn't been much information on what the content to be shot was; the advertisement had been mysterious at best.

"We're working on a fetish shoot for a very special client."

A very important client. The man didn't have to say the word for Nani to hear the tone of it in his voice. A pressure that she didn't expect suddenly poured through her senses. For some reason, when she'd agreed to this, she'd come here thinking that it would be a casual thing, something that didn't require any skill or merit to accomplish.

A very important client made Nani think that a very important performance had to be given.She wasn't sure if she could live up to what they wanted from her -- there were things about her that she hadn't divulged when she'd emailed about the job.

She was pretty sure that no one was going to want a virgin for some big-to-do porno shoot. She had no idea what she was doing. She certainly didn't have the experience to fake it; she'd had to slip away into the corner of her house while Lilo was at school to watch videos on the internet... and after staring at them in a mixture of wide-eyed confusion and horror, with only the slightest bit of curiosity... she had to wonder if there was something that she was missing.

Still, she had the memory of what she'd watched firmly in her mind, and it was the best that she could do. Biting her lower lip for a moment, she nodded.

"No problem." She was glad to hear that her voice sounded far more nonchalant than she felt; she'd always been good at that though.

For a moment, the man in the suit looked at her as though he was going to say something. In the end, though, he simply chuckled and gestured behind him. "Right this way then, if you would?"

She only hesitated for a moment before nodding quickly and striding off in the direction that he gestured; it was towards all of the odd-looking medical equipment. It only gave Nani a moment of pause -- she didn't want to know what they wanted to do with all of it... she had a feeling if she figured that out before they'd gotten started, she'd changed her mind, and changing her mind was something that she couldn't afford to do. One more deep breath and the thought of making sure that she could afford to take care of Lilo was all that she needed. She stepped beneath the bright lights and close enough that she could hear the high whirring of the medical equipment, and turned her attention to the man on the stage.

He wasn't from around, as far as she could tell. She'd certainly never seen him on the island before; the way that he looked her up and down made her feel, for a moment, as though he'd certainly seen her before. She shivered, a tingling sensation that ran along her spine once again telling her to get out of the room while she could. Instead, she stuck her hand out to the man in front of her and gave her best professional smile.

"I'm Nani." It sounded stupid; of course, he knew who she was, but what else was she supposed to say?

His smile broadened, and he took her hand, clasping it between both of his. He didn't shake it like she'd intended, but instead simply held it there. "I know." It was an odd answer to an introduction, but he seemed so sure of himself when he spoke. She bit her lower lip, trying to pull her fingers back from his grasp, only to be drawn closer.

"You can call me... John."

Like John Doe; she already caught the reference, and was made starkly aware of the fact that the man didn't want to share his information with her. Nani laughed uneasily and nodded. "Nice to meet you, John." This time, when she attempted to draw her hand back, she actually managed to disengage her fingers to do so. As much as she wanted to turn and leave, she instead tucked a few thick strands of hair behind her ear and looked around.

"So, what do you want me to do, exactly?" She hoped that she didn't sound too inexperienced. The last thing that she wanted was to be fired from the job before she'd even really gotten it. The man in front of her smiled again, and gestured to the chair behind her. It was one of those tall-backed chairs, like they had at the doctor's office. It looked very comfortable, but managed to make her feel completely at ill-ease all at once.

It was exactly like the doctor's office.

"For now, we just have some physical examinations that we need to do, so if you'll be seated."

Did all porn sets have a place for stuff like this? Maybe this was a requirement, and there wasn't anything odd about all of the equipment after all. That was Nani's hope as she sat back in the chair, listening to the crinkle of the sanitation paper that was stretched along the length of it. She wondered how many people had sat in this chair before her.

There wasn't time to think like that though. Instead, she settled back and smiled as pleasantly as she could at John in front of her.

"Now what?"

"If you don't mind, unbutton your shirt?" She'd worn a button up because, for some reason, she'd gone into this like it was some kind of official job interview. She felt blood instantly flush to her cheeks; her face felt hot, but she brought her fingers up and started to unfasten the blouse, until her plain black bra and the flatness of her stomach was exposed. She sat up a little straight, feeling her heart start to race and thunder in her chest; it was hard to swallow around the beating pulse, but she managed... and only hoped that she looked like she was managing to the man that stood in front of her, surveying her every move as though he was seeing some kind of reaction that pleased him more than just a little. His eyes flickered down, and he nodded once.

"Perfect."

He advanced towards her, and Nani felt herself tense up; this was the part that she was worried about; being touched, being fondled... having someone do things to her that she'd never experienced before. It wasn't that she was saving herself for love, but she had been waiting for someone to be worth it.

"Don't worry, this isn't going to hurt." The soothing tone of his voice reminded her of when a dentist said that drilling wasn't going to hurt. She half expected him to pull a shot from behind his back -- instead, he simply grabbed white electrodes from the table beside her and carefully attached them to her chest -- one between her breasts, one below her bra. One was placed on her back, and one more on her ribs. The gel-adhesive attaching them to her skin was cool, but it wasn't altogether unpleasant.

His fingers were skilled as he hooked the wiring into each divot on the electrodes, and there was a low pulsing hum when he turned the machine on, but she couldn't feel anything against her flesh.

Her attention, though, was instantly directed to the loud, thundering sound that was an echo of the rapid pulse that was beating in her ears and at the back of her throat.

She could hear her heartbeat, and was shocked when she turned her head... because she could see it, too.

It was like something out of a documentary, and only something that she'd seen on television and briefly in class while at school. The four chambers pumped, and each squeezing, contracting motion made a thundering da-dum sound that echoed through the room. For just a moment, her attention was affixed on the screen that had been dark until they'd flipped the machine on, and in staring at it and being aware of the beating of her heart, the pulse began to pick up.

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

"Perfect." John breathed the word again, but this time there was a rapt and throaty tone to it, which pulled Nani's eyes away from the screen to fix on his face. His cheeks were slightly flush, his eyes dilated.

It was clear that he liked the sight in front of him, the thundering of her heart. The knowledge only made it beat all the faster, until he approached her. For a moment, his hand slid along the curve of her jaw, before his fingertips came to rest above the white disc attached above her breasts.

"You're just as perfect as I imagined."

There was something about the way that he phrased it that made her quiver; it seemed like he'd been waiting for this, but it wasn't as though she'd met him before.

She didn't know how to respond to what he was saying, or the way he was talking to her. Instead, she dropped her gaze quickly, and then spoke again. "So, is everything clear..?"

"Yes. If you're ready, we can get started."

And there it was, the prospect of what was happening now facing her blatantly. There was no more skirting around it, no more trying to avoid it or pretend that she wasn't about to do what she was doing.

"I'm not sure... I--" She swallowed hard. Now was the time for her to back out of this if she needed to. All around her, the thundering of her heartbeat was growing hard and harder, faster and faster. She could see the organ pulsing hard and fast out of the corner of her eye on the big screen.

She wanted to say no.

She really, really wanted to say no."

"All right."

God, what had she just done? The man in front of her smiled.

"Well, to get started, you can get undressed."

The thundering in her ears grew louder, and she had to drop her gaze again at the intensity of John's eyes that were fixed rapt upon her features.

"I--" Again, she almost protested... but it wasn't so bad yet. Yes, there was embarrassment flooding through her in hot, palpable and audible waves, but that was all that it was. She could do this.

She would do this.

She stood from the chair and unclasped her bra -- it was only luck that she'd put on a strapless one, or she would have had to ask for the electrodes to be removed in order to get the material off.

She squirmed out of her pants quickly, but her fingers lingered at the edge of her black panties. The thundering sound of her pulse only grew faster, so that it was nearly blurred together in the way that it rapidly beat.

"Go on, Nani. It's okay. No one's going to hurt you." And he sounded sincere, though John's eyes held so much heat that she couldn't quite make herself believe him. Instead, she lowered her eyes to the cotton material and slid the fabric down her hips, sitting down as quickly as she could to hide her lower body.

It didn't matter though, because she was there, and she was nude, and she was exposed.

"Perfect." For the third time, he said that word. She felt neither perfect or comforted by the what he was saying. Instead, she brought her hands up to cross over her chest, the tugging of the cords attached to the machine preventing her from getting full coverage without ripping the electrodes off.

"Now wh--" But her question was cut off as a large machine was wheeled from behind the curtain. It was a bright chrome, and she saw the same kind of monitor that usually connected to an EKG attached to it. However, obviously attached to the side of it was something that was not medical in any form or fashion. It was quite clearly...

A dildo.

It was attached to a piston, which was attached to the EKG machine, and Nani stared at it with eyes gone ridiculously wide and fear pumping through her body.

"I can hear your excitement." If he was talking about the sound of her heart practically throbbing out of her chest, he was sorely mistaken about it being excitement. She turned her horrified gaze to him and shook her head back and forth slowly.

"I don't think that I can use... that I can... I haven't ever..."

She was dangerously close to letting them know that she was a virgin, but at this point she was beginning to think that it would be worth the risk. She couldn't have her first time be with a machine, could she? She'd never been penetrated, so to let something that was so cold looking do it...

Well, it was horrifying.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" John's voice was so enticed, and it was hard to miss the arousal within his tone. Her eyes instantly snapped up to him, and she shook her head quickly in agreement. "That's fine. That's honestly perfect. Think about it, Nani," he strode forward again, stroking his hand along her shoulder and making her recoil slightly in the chair. "There won't be any disappointment. It's going to be all about your pleasure, all about your excitement. No one can hurt you; you're in control of this situation more than any woman has ever been losing their virginity to a man."

And there was that -- the fact was, he was correct. There would be no fumbling hands and half-whispered apologizes. There wouldn't be someone taking without giving; no one was going to be disappointed in how she felt, how or she performed. The machine couldn't complain.

The machine couldn't do anything but to do what it was programmed to do... and she could only assume that they'd programmed it well, since they wanted a good shoot from her.

Her pulse was still racing and echoing around her in the white room, but Nani could feel something pulsing low and beneath her worry.

It was excitement. Her eyes flickered back to the machine, and the sight of the chrome monster that she was expected to interact with still frightened her.

But she thought... maybe...

Just maybe she could do it.

"I can try." The words spilled out of her mouth before she had a chance to think about the fact that she'd said them or the implications of what it might have meant.

The man in front of her smiled a deep smile.

The machine was wheeled closer to her, and John came to stand by her side. She recoiled as he stretched his hand forward, but it was only to grab a remote that was attached to the chair.

"Let's make you as comfortable as possible, all right?" There was a genuine tone of his voice, but his eyes were affixed on her chest, on the way that her breath came in quick, sharp and fearful gasps... and the way that she knew the pulse that thundered through the air was visibly jerking at the base of her neck. He shuffled around for a moment, and when he returned he had what looked to be an oxygen mask in his hand. Nani arched one brow, but he simply smiled in her direction when she pulled back from his gesture.

"What is that?" Suspicion was clear in the cadence of her voice, but he seemed undeterred by it.

"It's a little something to help you relax. We want to make sure that everything is as natural as possible. Don't you want to do a good job?"

And that was the crux of it all, the real reason that she wasn't getting up from the chair. She did want to do well -- she wanted to make sure that she did well enough that she'd be paid well, so that she wouldn't have to worry about money for a while.

"Yeah, I do, I do." She took the mask without arguing further and brought it up to her nose. It had a faintly medicinal smell to it, and there was a small and nagging voice in the back of her mind that told her she was being an absolute idiot for inhaling something out of a tank when she didn't know what it was.

She tried to bite her tongue on that opinion, and instead heard the words spilling out of her mouth in a slightly slurry fashion.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm an idiot..."

Shock rippled through her at her sudden verbalization, but the man in front of her simply let a smile lilt across his features. "I can see that it's working already. It's all right, Nani," he stepped forward, laying one hand against the base of her neck where her pulse was still jumping. "You and I are going to be a lot more honest with each other from here on out. I think that you'll find yourself opening up to me the more you breathe in."

There was something ominous about the way that he spoke, but Nani seemed to have lost the capability to stop this from happening. Her voice came out in the same slurred fashion. "Then let's keep going." And she meant it -- it seemed as though honesty wasn't the only thing that was pulsing through her body now. Her pelvis felt coiled, heated... something was shifting inside of her. Her eyes flickered again to the machine with the dildo, and it wasn't only fear that she felt.

There was a sweet, swirling anticipation at what it could do to her if she let it.

"What did you give me in this mask?" The question came out before she could stop it, and she heard the suspicion ringing through her tone, even though she didn't raise her body up when he pushed the chair back further and repositioned the machine. He flipped and adjusted the remote until she was laid back with her legs slightly elevated, and he easily pulled the footrest of the chair that she was in apart, so that Nani's legs were spread wide for the machine that was inched closer to her bare pussy.

"Just something to help you open up... and let loose with who you are." He stepped closer, laying a hand on her wrist where it laid on the chair. Nani moaned, just the touch of his hand on her flesh enough to incite a fire beneath her skin. She closed her eyes and shuddered, but they suddenly flew open when a mechanical whirl sounded, and the metal prick slid a slow half inch inside of her.

"Wait! Please!" She gasped the words out without any capability to stop them. "I'm a virgin, I can't... I... my first, time, what if... what if..." His eyes were blazing though, and her heartbeat was like a jackhammer thundering through the room so loud that it was pulsing in her ears.

"It's perfect." He smoothed his hand up her arm, but settled his fingers against the pulse on her neck. He shuddered at the touch, stroking the skin there for a second before being still. "Lay back... and enjoy yourself. Your first time is all for you, Nani... and I promise you, it will only go as fast as your body tells it to."

She didn't know what that meant, but she couldn't deny the sensation of anticipation curling in her stomach, echoing in perfect tandem her trepidation. Nani closed her eyes as the cock slid further into her body, a slow inch at a time that was slick enough she realized there was some kind of lubrication on it. Where that lube hit her skin, her entire body twisted in pleasure; there was something in the liquid, viscous as it was, that seemed to tear through her senses.

"What's going on?" That thundering around her was faster now.

All the faster.

Thadump... Thadump...

Her heart was racing thick and wet, but her hips wriggled at the uncomfortable sensation penetrating between them. Yes, it felt good, but that didn't mean that she could deny the sensation of her virginity acting as a barrier between the machine thrusting completely inside of her and her innocence remaining intact.

"Wait... wait... I--" But it gave its final thrust, and pain lanced through her entire frame. Nani screamed, but that metal-cock between her legs began to warm. It wasn't a horrible feeling; in fact, the heat sucked away the pain, calmed it, soothed it until she could breathe around it. She ached, her entire lower body ached...

But she wasn't in so much pain that she was going to tell them to stop. In fact, she wasn't sure that she wanted it to stop anymore. She inhaled another deep breath on the oxygen mask, and listened as her heartbeat that hummed like a current slowed slightly, until she could differentiate the pulsing of the four chambers again, until she could breathe around it... until she could finally nod her head.

"I can do this."

John's eyes burned bright, and he licked his lips in hungry and lewd anticipation. "That's my girl."

"I'm not your girl," Nani spoke the words before she realized what she was saying, but any other protest that she might have had was stolen away when the machine started to move again.

At first, it went slow -- a predetermined speed that she tried to breathe around. It was uncomfortable, but there was a gentle pulse to it that touched something deep inside of her, coiled in her pelvis and kept secret all this time.

However, as her body adjusted to the girl of the machine, it started to pick up a steady pulse... and that pulse was reflected on the television screen; each beat of her heart sent the dildo spilling into her pussy, and as the warmth of it and its gentle vibrations started to cause a sweet heat to build up between her legs, her heartbeat picked up... and as her heartbeat started to thunder, the machine started to pound her harder and harder. Nani realized what was going on -- it was fucking her in time with the beating of her heart, that sweet wet sound that poured through the air. It was fucking her in time with that, she couldn't stop the pleasure that was beginning to pool inside of her at the sensation of it.

She moaned, a deep and throaty sound that was only slightly muffled by the oxygen mask on her face. Her writhing in the chair was slightly restricted by the electrodes on her body, but it wasn't enough to deter the pleasure that was pouring through her frame. It wasn't enough to stop the small gasps that ached from her throat and left her breathless. Each whimpering sound caused the thundering thump of her heart to beat faster.

Each thundering thump caused the machine to fuck her harder.

It was an endless cycle that she couldn't escape, and by the time that orgasm was pooling hot and sweet in her cunt, she wasn't sure that she wanted to.

A scream ripped from her throat suddenly - pleasure swept through and drown out all other sense and reasoning before she could even process that it was happening. Nani writhed, her hips thrusting upward, her thick legs bracing against the chair as she rocked into the machine that still continued to thunder and pump into her without fail. The warmth of her orgasm was a sweet heat that was rippling and pulsing through her entire frame, until she was whimpering, writhing, and words poured from her throat.

"Oh, God! Enough! Enough, please, I can't take it anymore, I--" She closed her eyes tight, because the machine still hadn't stopped. It had no issues with stamina, no need to take a break. Its pure focus was on thrusting in and out of her, even faster now because her heart was racing like a trapped bird in the wake of the orgasm that had poured through it. It was John stepping forward and pulling the cum-slicked dildo from her pussy that saved her from completely losing herself to the motion of the machine. It was his mercy and his mercy alone that allowed Nani to take a breath, allowed her throbbing, pulsing insides a chance to calm themselves.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her pupils dilated. She couldn't catch her breath; she couldn't do anything other than lay there on the chair for a few moments and take deep breaths. The loud booming of her pulse was still rocking through the room... but slowly, gradually, it slowed to the point that she could hear around it. Only when she could take a breath without her body writhing did she finally slide her gaze back to the man who stood beside her.

The hardness of his cock beneath his slacks was impossible to ignore. Nani's eyes lowered to that boner for a moment, and then she looked back up at John with a nervous, shuddering breath that came out of her chest slowly and caused her heart rate to pick up again. Just looking at his prick was enough to make her feel like the organ was going to jump out of her chest... just knowing that he wanted...

That it wouldn't just be a machine...

Her body ached from the way that she'd orgasmed, and she could see the metal painted light pink with her blood. When her eyes lowered to her lap, she could see the same pink stain on her thighs; her virginity was gone... she didn't have that anymore. Soon, she wasn't going to have anything left... not with the way that John was looking at her.

"If you need a moment to get cleaned up before we move on to the shoot, I can show you to the bathroom."

She heard another sharp thundering spike in her pulse; just a moment to herself... it sounded good. Still, even as she took a deep breath, the oxygen mask that was still on her face made her breathe deep of the drug that was running through her system, and another spike of desire pulsed through her.

"I think that's a good idea." Her hands came up, pulling off the mask as quickly as she could. She breathed in sharply, and could just smell the coppery scent of her deflowering on the air. She pushed up from the chair, stumbling forward so that John actually had to catch her. The tugging of the electrodes still stuck to her frame was enough to reel back. "I need these off." She started to pull hard at them, but John quickly pushed her hands aside. With expert fingers, he removed the circular pads, though his eyes never left her face, never left her wide and dilated pupils... never left the thundering pulse at her throat that was tearing through her entire frame and threatening to swallow her up.

Only once he'd removed the medical equipment could she move, and he actually chuckled softly as she did. "Right this way. We'll get you cleaned up for the shoot."

Nani wanted to run; she wanted to turn and leave the building... but now she didn't even have her clothing. She had nothing, not even her dignity... nothing but the desire that the drugs still pulsing through her frame forced upon her that was still roiling and threatening to overwhelm her. As soon as she saw the bathroom door, Nani ran inside and locked it behind her, a gasping sob taking over and spilling from her chest and her pulse so thick and hard in her ears that she could hear nothing around it.