The good girl

Chrissy Nova's the picture every parent shows their friends. Top grades, law school waiting, all of it wrapped up tight. The only thing they can't see: nights she spends trading panties for pay. Tonight she's off-campus, apartment dim, phone filming her body on autopilot. She palms her tits, pinches hard, then drops to the bed and spreads wider than ethics class allows. Two fingers sink inside without grace, slick sounds filling the mic while her other hand circles her clit like it's an exam she plans to ace. She whispers his name—some stranger, some viewer—voice breaking as her hips buck. The camera catches every wet slap, every tremble when she forces herself over the edge. When she finally comes, the camera keeps running, recording the proof her future resume will never mention.