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It was dark in the room, and Trevor was asleep beside me as I crawled out of bed. Intermixed with his snoring was a light tapping. Leaning over the balcony, I stared at the brightly shimmering lights on the tree. The tapping got louder, and I followed the sound to the first floor and the full-length mirror. My reflection glared at me but didn't follow my movements. He lifted his arms and tapped the glass. "Let me out."

"...What the fuck?"

"You know what you have to do. It's the only way you're going to survive this. Let me out. Isaac can't handle this. But I can."

It wasn't Isaac in the mirror. It was Starburst. The porn sensation who couldn't be broken. An alter ego I had to create to put up with the trauma.

I reached for the mirror, and the surface rippled like water. It encased my hand, gradually swallowing my entire body.

My eyes snapped open, and I sat up. Hobbs was still lying next to me, snoring. It was a dream, but it felt so real.

I never considered Starburst a different being. The alter ego was a block against the catastrophic waves of trauma. A display for clients and fans. Hobbs never truly met Starburst, but even he knew it was only ever a persona. Trevor liked Isaac. Isaac was a train wreck that needed to be protected. Isaac was timid. Isaac was a yes man. Starburst wasn't. Maybe it was time to give Trevor the star he always wanted. It was time to let Starburst shine.

I headed to my dresser, which was full of an entirely new wardrobe. A sign that Hobbs was laying it on thick after treat ing me like a dog for an entire fucking week. I chose a pink halter top that said "Sassy Bitch" in white letters and a matching pair of pants with stripes. Trevor and his dumb obsession with pink.

I had to go to the downstairs bathroom to get ready for the day. I wasn’t allowed to use the one in the bedroom, most likely because Trevor had razors stashed away in there. After taking a hot shower, I worked on my makeup. Hobbs had provided me with all sorts of things: foundation, cover-up, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and even lip liner and lipstick. Another example of him gifting me things to make up for my mistreatment.

On the countertop was a small jewelry box, and I opened it curiously. On top of everything was the amethyst chain that Alex had given me. Tears threatened to ruin my freshly applied makeup. Hobbs must have found it. But clearly, he didn’t realize it wasn’t a gift from him. If he had even a faint idea that the chain had come from someone else, he would have gotten rid of it.

I tucked it into my pocket and put on the pink choker Trevor had gotten me. I would wear the amethyst chain, but not that day. I had to make Trevor believe he had won first. With the outward appearance of Starburst complete, it was time to put on a show.

I grabbed a bottle of yellow C-Juice from the kitchen and stretched out on the couch in the living room, waiting for Hobbs to come down. I didn't have to wait long for the elevator door to open.

"Good morning, Daddy," I purred to Trevor, swiping my tongue along my teeth. Strutting up to him, I ran my hand along his shoulders and circled his large frame before dropping to my knees and tossing his robe open.

When I grabbed his limp shaft, he asked, "What are you doing?"

I flirtatiously licked the sensitive flesh and looked up at his eyes. "Giving my daddy what he needs." I then took his hardening shaft into my mouth, gripping his ass cheeks firmly. His hand gripped my hair, and I pulled back. "No, no. I just styled my hair." When he released the strands, gripping my shoulder instead, I swallowed his full length once more. His gasp of pleasure changed into a guttural groan that intensified as he slid deeper down my throat. I picked up my pace, eager to get it over with. I removed my lips to suck on my finger before engulfing his cock again. My hand drifted under his robe and between his firm ass cheeks. Ever so slowly, I slipped my damp finger inside his hole, hooking it in deep. That set Trevor off like I pushed a button; he erupted inside my mouth, his warm cum sliding along my tongue and down my throat. The prostate was a handy thing.

Getting to my feet, I collected some cum from my lip, sucking it off my finger as I maintained eye contact.

Hobbs panted, running a hand through his hair. "What has gotten into you?"

I shrugged, sprawling out on the couch again. "Is it Christmas yet? I noticed there are some gifts with my name on them."

He smirked. "They all have your name on them."

"Can I open one?" I asked, picking up my C-Juice. I kept my eyes locked on him as I took a sip.

"Christmas isn't for a couple of days. Everything shuts down on Christmas Eve and Christmas. So tonight, we are throwing a holiday party at Sinful. It's like a grand opening preview of sorts. And I do believe you will be pleasantly surprised when you get there." He grabbed the C-Juice from my hand and took a swig before handing it back. "In the meantime, I do have to get some work done. The doors will be locked, so don't get any ideas. I will personally pick you up for the party, and there's a special outfit waiting for you there." Leaning over me, he kissed me gently on the lips. "It's good to have you home, Isaac."