Gracie’s phone started ringing just as she lifted the champagne bottle.
She glanced at the screen, and the name made her smile widen immediately. Lookas ~ the Level 50 who had dropped 200 million without even turning on his camera. She had already poured herself a glass, half-celebrating the idea that she might have just secured another long-term sponsor if she handled him carefully.
She answered on the second ring, voice soft and warm.
"Hey... are you on your way?"
"I’m already at the location you sent me," Lucas replied.
Gracie blinked, surprised. "Wow. That was fast. You really do mean business."
She set the champagne glass down, slipped on her shoes, and headed for the door. "Give me a moment. I’ll come out and get you."
She ended the call and stepped out of the Airbnb lounge.
The morning air outside was clean and quiet. As soon as she appeared at the entrance, Lucas spotted her from where he stood near the roadside.
He had already seen her face through the livestream, but seeing her in person still carried a slight difference.
The camera had been kind to her, though not dishonest. She was a beautiful Latina woman with warm features, full lips, and dark expressive eyes that gave her face a natural softness. Still, most of what stood out came from careful maintenance ~ polished skin, precise grooming, and the kind of expensive, high-maintenance look that came from constant treatments and upkeep rather than pure natural beauty alone.
Lucas pushed away from the car and walked toward her at a calm, unhurried pace.
Gracie noticed the approaching figure and offered a practiced smile, still not realizing who he was.
"Hey," she said politely, the same tone she used for unfamiliar admirers.
Lucas stopped in front of her, mildly amused by the lack of recognition on her face.
"Hey, Gracie."
"I’m Lookas," he said. "From the livestream."
Gracie stopped mid-step.
"Wait... what?" Her eyes widened slightly. "You’re Lookas?"
As if to confirm it, her phone lit up again with the same name. Lucas simply raised his own phone and ended the redundant call.
"Yeah. It’s me."
For a moment she just stared at him.
She had known from his voice that he wasn’t an old man, but she still hadn’t expected this. Young. Composed. Clean features. The kind of quiet handsomeness that didn’t need to announce itself.
Her gaze flicked past him toward the sports car parked by the curb. She didn’t know the exact model, but she knew enough about wealth to recognize what it represented. The car was loud without making noise ~ polished, expensive, and deliberate.
Her smile returned, slower this time, and far more interested.
"Oh," she said softly. "You’re... not what I pictured."
She glanced at him again, then toward the entrance of the building.
"Come on. Let’s go inside."
Lucas followed Gracie inside.
His eyes dropped almost immediately.
The first thing that caught his attention was her ass.
It was the kind of ass that dominated social media timelines ~ huge, heavy, and deliberately exaggerated.
Thick Latina curves pushed to the extreme, with a deep arch in her lower back that made the massive cheeks look even bigger from behind. Every step sent them into a slow, weighty bounce. Soft fat rolled and clapped lightly against itself, the dense flesh jiggling long after her foot hit the ground.
Her clothes could barely contain it. The fabric stretched tight across the wide, overfilled shape, sinking slightly between the cheeks and outlining every heavy movement as she walked.
It was the classic influencer BBL look: extreme projection, exaggerated roundness, and that soft, overdone thickness that made it impossible not to stare. The kind of ass designed for close-up videos, bent-over poses, and constant attention.
Nothing about it was subtle. It was built to be watched.
She could feel it.
Most men reacted the same way. Some tried to hide it. Some didn’t bother. She had learned long ago that a body like hers did half the work before she even opened her mouth. A small, satisfied smile pulled at her lips as she kept walking.
Then she made it worse on purpose.
She slowed her steps just enough and put a little more sway into her hips. Her ass responded immediately, bouncing heavier from side to side, the soft mass shifting with every movement. Left. Right. A full, exaggerated jiggle that made the fabric stretch and settle over her curves again and again.
Lucas’s gaze stayed on it longer than he intended.
Even knowing it was artificial, the motion was distracting. The sheer size of it, the way it moved like it had a mind of its own, was almost unreal. For a second he simply watched, mildly impressed by how much work she had put into turning herself into a walking spectacle.
In Gracie’s mind, that was already enough.
If he was staring like that, then the hard part was over. Money. Attention. Interest. She had seen this pattern too many times to doubt it. Men looked first, wanted second, and only thought later. By the time they realized what she was really after, they were usually already halfway into spending.
She continued forward, still smiling to herself, while Lucas followed at a steady pace, occasionally letting his eyes drop again despite himself.
The lounge area was quieter than expected.
Only four or five other people were scattered around the space, along with a couple of staff members moving between tables. Soft music played in the background, low enough to keep conversations private. The seating was arranged in open clusters of couches and low tables, polished and clearly designed for long, expensive stays rather than quick meetings.
Gracie led him toward an empty corner and sat down, finally turning to face him properly.
Lucas took the seat across from her, expression calm, as if he hadn’t just spent the entire walk watching the exaggerated bounce of her ass with quiet attention.
Gracie settled into her seat and reached for the champagne bottle. With a small, practiced smile, she poured some into a clean glass and slid it across the table toward Lucas.
"So," she said, looking at him more carefully now, "what’s this business you wanted to discuss?"
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