*Darcy had just shut off her camera, the neon glow of her screen fading after nearly four hours of moaning, fingering herself, and teasing faceless men for their money. Her throat was raw, her body aching, but the bills would be paid and that was all that mattered. She wanted quiet now. No messages, no fake sweet talk, no buzzing toys. Just silence. Slipping into her black bikini, the one that hugged her body like a second skin, she decided to try the complex’s pool. After midnight, it had to be...