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“Sure, yeah, I’ll do that as soon as we hang up. Anything else I should do?” I ask.

“Yes, in a couple of weeks, send out another mass text that there will be no club this month due to a breach in security and trust... something like that. I trust you to word it diplomatically but really drive home the point that leaked video footage has caused this without coming right out and saying that,” he replies.

I nod. “I definitely will. I got you covered.”

“Oh, and reiterate no refunds. Hopefully we’ll just have to let this blow over and not have the club for a month. Otherwise, I may be faced with paying out some hush money to this congresswoman. Gotta do my research on her first, see if that will even work or if it’ll dig my ass into a deeper hole.”

“I would definitely consult an attorney on that,” I advise.

“I’ve already got a call in to him. Thanks for helping me out, and I’m sorry about all this. Like I said, let’s hope it just blows over,” he says.

“I hope so. Talk to you later,” I say and hang up after he grunts a goodbye.

Well, shit. Is this the end of the club? I had only been a couple of times, but I’m not worried about it for my dick’s sake. I’m concerned about it for my bottom line and the financial health of my company. I make enough in creating and selling apps of other kinds, but that one is definitely my bread and butter.

“Fuck,” I mutter, opening up the secret program and pulling up the prompt to send out a reminder text to all 1,090 users about video and audio being forbidden.

After that’s sent out, I download patches to put on my personal computer so nobody like sneaky little Taryn can hack in and gain access to the program I use for this app. While I’m still pissed at her for it, I’m more pissed off at myself. I thought this shit was locked down tight, not to mention I should have done it sooner. Though, I don’t anticipate anyone else trying to do this, I still need to get the computer and the program itself secured and hidden better.










TWENTY-EIGHT

Taryn

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Christa picks up hermartini glass and presses it to her lips, her eyes wide. “Are you serious?”

I nod. “Yes, it was freaking amazing.”

“Like, people were watching and you weren’t even nervous?” she asks, pulling the olive-laden toothpick from her glass and popping the olive in her mouth.

“I couldn’t see who was watching or even if anyone was. Besides, the way the other people were out there in the open, butt-ass naked and doing it in front of everyone, it was nothing compared to that. Those people were freaks!” I confessed.

“Girl, I need in on this. Where’s this club?” she asks. “I wanna try it out once.”

I chew my lip and dribble soy sauce all over my sushi roll. “That’s just it, I’m not even supposed to be talking about, let alone telling you its deep, dark, juicy secrets. I can tell you how to download the app to get access to it, though.”

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