The summer heat in Los Angeles was suffocating, thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant hum of traffic. Angelina had just wrapped another exhausting day on set, her body still buzzing from the adrenaline of performing. She stepped out of the studio, her dark hair damp at the temples, her emerald-green dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. The fabric was so thin it left little to the imagination, the neckline dipping just low enough to tease the swell of her breasts. She was 32, but her body was still tight, her skin glowing under the golden streetlights.
She had planned to go straight home, but the oppressive heat made her change her mind. A drink—just one—would help her unwind. The bar was dimly lit, the kind of place where celebrities could slip in unnoticed if they played their cards right. She slid onto a stool, crossing her legs, the hem of her dress riding up just enough to reveal the delicate lace of her black thong. She ordered a whiskey neat, the glass cool against her fingers as she brought it to her lips.
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