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My back scratched up against the rough texture of the wall. How did porn stars do this kind of stuff? I knew that a lot of it was acting, but how can you fake an orgasm when your back is being torn apart?

I did everything I could to snap myself out of the thoughts that were flooding my head. You would think in a situation like the one I was in you would only be able to focus on what was happening, but that was far from the case for me. Maybe it was because I was trying to push aside the overwhelming embarrassment and negative thoughts about it all.

After all, I was being Jessie – not Ana. Although, sometimes I worried. While I loved the confidence being Jessie gave me, I didn't want for that mindset to start consuming more aspects of my life.

I placed a hand on the back of his neck as his hand found it's way up my thigh and also my dress. His fingertips traced the lining of my underwear – thank God I actually put on something sexy – and soon I was relieved from the scratching of my back from the wall.

He swung me around and laid me down on a couch that formed a semicircle. I couldn't help but think of all the private dance shows that happened in this room and what all this couch had seen.

No, Ana, what are you doing. Jessie doesn't care.

He stood up to remove his suit jacket and tie, a pristine white shirt clung to his muscles, and he promptly began to unbutton it.

When his lips found mine again, his hands found their way to my breasts. He managed to pull aside of the dress' straps and slide his hand beneath the fabric. It was warm, and immediately my body tensed up.

The masked man began kissing my neck which sent a tingling wave throughout my body. I couldn't help but arch my back, and as if this was nothing new to him, he placed his hand in the curve of my body and pulled me in closer.

Somehow he managed to loosen the zipper and slide it down and before I knew it my whole upper body was exposed, pressed against his warm, muscular physique. I can't lie about it turning me on, but I was still apprehensive despite the feelings of lust.

He moved his hand away from my breast and in it's place his tongue. It circled my nipple, then his teeth gently bit me. I had not experienced a rush like this since I began camming, and even now the high still felt new to me.

Was this really what Jessie's life was like. Money, thousands of guys supporting her, nights out on the town, and one night stands?

While his mouth toyed with my chest, his free hand made it's way down between my legs. He began to stroke the inside of my thighs, and I let out a faint moan. Even without seeing his expression I could tell he was smirking.

His hand crawled it's way back up to my lacy panties, and without missing a beat he began to gently tease me by rubbing his fingertips up and down. I couldn't help but tighten my legs around him. I could tell by how he pressed his body harder against mine that it was what he wanted, though.

After a good minute of teasing me – err...getting me ready – he came back up to kiss me. It was then that I felt how ready he was for this. Stiff beneath his pants, he pushed up against slightly wet panties. If my nerves weren't eating away at me before they definitely were now.

He broke from kissing me to pull off the dress I wearing, and when he did so I watched his eyes scan across my bare body. I was used to this, so why did I feel so nervous. Isn't this what I did virtually every night?

Yes and no.

Guys admired my naked body from the other side of a computer screen, not in person.

While my thoughts consumed me the masked stranger, who in the slightly better lighting of the private room actually appeared to be quite handsome, slid down my underwear. I had not realized for a moment that I was entirely naked until he removed his own shirt and tried to pry open my legs.

"Are you nervous," his smooth voice questioned.

"Yes," I spoke before collecting my thoughts fully.

"Good."

That was all he said before pressing against my legs so hard with his body that I couldn't help but to open them. The way his hands caressed my body and grabbed the outer part of my thighs eased some of the tension.

I wasn't sure when he managed to pull his own pants down, but I could feel it – clear as day – his erection pushing firmly against me. With as wet as I had become from everything else he was doing, it wasn't hard for him to easily slide inside of me.

Despite having never done anything like this before I was so turned on by this handsome stranger, and probably aided by the alcohol, that I was able to bare the small twinges of pain that came with him thrusting into me.

It wasn't ideally sexy, but I really...really enjoyed it. I began digging my manicured nails into his back, and my teeth sunk tightly into his shoulder. I could tell the interaction sent a thrill through him because he began to move faster and harder.

Over the thumping of the music from the club I could hear each little moan I let out as he pushed back into me, over and over and over again.

Then, a paralyzing fear hit me.

What if GREY finds out?

He was up in arms about the raffle and the video that I couldn't imagine if he found out about this. But no...there was no way. Then again, he did know when I was out at the Asian restaurant. That was just a coincidence though, right? Surely there was no way.

No, Ana. This is Jessie's life. Jessie can do whatever she wants.

I shook off everything that was prohibiting me from fully enjoying myself, and finally I gave in.

I arched my body into his, him knowing exactly where to put his hands and when. When he wasn't kissing me, his mouth was on my neck, biting me. Then he would place one hand on my breast and his mouth over my nipple. Everything he was doing was perfect. I had never expected a one night stand to be...this memorable.

"Next time, I would like to tie you up."

His words made me freeze up again. Next time? Tie me up? What was this stranger getting at?

I tried to ignore it as we finished our "sexcapade", but once we through – out of breath and both extremely satisfied...at least I hoped – the stranger politely offered his phone and demanded mine to exchange numbers.

Something inside told me this wasn't a smart idea. What if GREY found out. I couldn't help but feel like he would, no matter how much I tried to reason the situation out with logic. But...

"Here," I unlocked it and handed it to him.

I began placing my number in his phone before realizing I was typing in my actual phone number. No, I needed to be smart. This was a one night stand. What were the odds we would ever see each other again?

Quickly I erased it and put in my texting app phone number. That way there was no way he could ever get a hold of me if I didn't want for him to. I even put that my name was Jessie T.

Clever, Ana.

We returned each others phones, and as nonchalantly as ever he returned to the perfect gentleman.

"After you," he held open the private room door for me.

Thankfully, there was no one near where we were, and it appeared that our absence had gone undetected. He led me back towards the dance floor, but not before offering a seductive smile.

"Please," he said before the music flooded my ears once again as the door slid open, "don't forget to call me."

CG'S P.O.V.

The night had finally ended and I watched as a not so innocent looking Ana loaded into a limousine with her drunken friend Kate. I smiled as she glanced my way, but once the door closed and she was out of sight, the expression dropped from my face.

Now it was time to truly find out who Ana and Jessie were. What she didn't know was that while I had her phone I not only gave her my number, but I also installed an app that she would never see in her applications. Unless she knew where to look, the app was invisible.

It allowed me to have full access to her phone logs. All of her messages, passwords, logins – everything – would all directly come to my phone. Any time she sent or received a message the thread would appear in my own phone.

"You made doubling your phone too easy," I mumbled as Elliot came up from behind me.

"Are you talking to yourself again?" He slurred slightly.

"Hm, no. Let's go, Elliot. I have business to take care of tomorrow morning."

Business; I had of lot of thinking to do. About the night, about Ana. What kind of person would she really turn out to be?

~Sorry this chapter is a little off. Work has me drained :( Any questions in my PM or on the story will be responded to ASAP! :) Thank you for reading!~