​"I have seen your videos, Druski," she said, her voice dripping with scorn. "Imagine the surprise I got when I found out. I couldn't believe it when my friend told me that she saw you on the XXX Global hub. I told her, 'No way, that's not Druski, it couldn't be him,' until I fucking saw it with my own two eyes. It took more than just seeing your face to believe it was you..."

​She paused, taking a sharp breath, her eyes still locked on mine.

​"What made you believe it was me?" I asked.

​"I saw your username," she stated flatly, shaking her head in disbelief. "You didn't even fucking try to use an alias. Instead, you use your government name: 'Druski Hart XXX.' You only added three letters. It was the ultimate, arrogant confirmation."

​"I... I can only imagine how painful and confusing that must have been," I said, offering a genuine apology for the actions of the man whose skin I now wore. "I'm genuinely sorry for putting you through all that."

​I understood her frustration regarding the old Druski sexually starving her, and the shock she must have felt seeing me act in porn. But I wasn't going to let her call me here so she could judge me for my job. I loved shooting porn. I liked fucking women I had no attachments to. And this girl? She had known the old Druski, not me. She was none of my concern in that way.

​"But if you don't mind me asking?" I continued, letting my voice drop to a cold, level tone. "What the fuck does my life have to do with you now?"

​She seemed genuinely surprised. "Excuse me?"

​"I mean, you broke up with me, didn't you?" I pressed, the stiffness in my back fueling my resolve. "Whether I shoot porn or not, it's none of your business. You walked away from me and my decisions. You don't get to judge my career now."

​I pushed the final, critical question. "What did you call me here for, Chloe?Did you call me for a relationship review?"

​Chloe's initial shock quickly dissolved. She recognized the pivot, and after a moment of intense scrutiny, she nodded, respecting the challenge.

​​"Since when did you start talking like this, Druski?" she said, but the curiosity in her tone suggested she wasn't offended by my sharpness. In fact, a small, subtle flicker in her eyes hinted at something else entirely—a reaction that suggested this commanding posture was intriguing, maybe even turning her on.

​So she likes a strong-willed man, huh? The original Druski's weakness was my new strength.

​"You don't know anything about me, Chloe," I said, leaning into the mystery.

​"Clearly," she agreed, studying me. "You've bulked up, you are also clearly having a lot of sex, and you talk with a confidence I never thought I would see in you." She tilted her head, a hint of challenge in her eyes. "Did I cause this transformation?"

​I let out a short, dismissive laugh. "What the fuck, bitch? You think your dramatic exit in my life turned me into a stronger man?"

​She nodded, completely serious. "It has to be. You were so obsessed with me that you bombed me with texts trying to fix things between us..."

​I remembered scrolling through the truly pathetic stream of texts from the original Druski.

​"And then they stopped, didn't they?" I said with a triumphant grin. "Not everything is about you. I just simply decided to stop being pathetic chasing bitches that didn't want me. I decided to spend the rest of my life having sex."

​"You're clearly a new man," she conceded, the professional armor in her voice beginning to crack.

​"So, what did you want to see me for?" I pressed, bringing the conversation back to her.

​She paused, then studied me again, her eyes clearly tracing the new muscles under my shirt. The pause was heavy, charged with anticipation.

​"I don't know," she began, her voice dropping that husky octave again. "Maybe I just wanted to see the upcoming sex star in person. Maybe I want to know the new you, Druski. Maybe I want to..."

​"Fuck me?" I interjected, amused, my own confidence surging with the realization of my effect on her. "Maybe you want to fuck me?"

​She froze for a brief, breathless moment, then a slow, predatory smile spread across her lips.

​"No," she countered, her gaze intensely sexual. "Maybe I want you to fuck me."

​"Maybe you do, Chloe," I murmured, my eyes holding hers. "Don't tell me you called me here just because you were horny?"

​She giggled, a rich, genuine sound that was incredibly seductive. "I always wanted you to fuck me, even when you were a scrawny guy. But you always refused to have sex with me...."

​Well, this was an opportunity I had not expected. It was also incredibly tempting, even with the state of my back. I gave her another glance.

​"Fuck, she's so fucking sexy," I said inwardly. I could tell even when she was sitting that she really had a fat ass. I would risk my back to fuck a girl like her.

​But first, control.

​I stood up slowly, managing my back pain with a practiced stiffness that looked like deliberate arrogance. I offered her my hand, not as a lover, but as a gentleman.

​"Get up," I commanded softly. "We have a lot to talk about, and this stone bench isn't comfortable for my back." I gave her a pointed look that reminded her of my current, genuine injury.

​She took my hand, her skin warm against mine, and stood up.

​"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice still husky with unfulfilled promise.

​"My place," I said, meeting her eyes with calm, absolute confidence.

​Chloe's expression shifted slightly at my command. Going to my place, instead of hers, was another subtle assertion of dominance—a confirmation that I was leading this exchange. Yet, she didn't object. The allure of the "new Druski" was too strong.

​We walked to the nearest spot where I could discreetly call a car service, making sure I maintained a slow, controlled pace that protected my back while amplifying my air of composure. The entire time, she watched me, clearly wondering if the sexual tension we'd built would finally explode at my apartment.

​But as the car arrived and we slid into the backseat, a new objective flashed.

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[System Notification]

​[Side Quest: Non-Penetrative Pleasure (Target: Chloe)]

[​Objective: Successfully satisfy Chloe's sexual desire without full penetration.]

[​Constraint: You cannot risk your injured back with strenuous physical activity.]

[​Reward: $1300]

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​A non-penetrative fuck? I grinned inwardly. This was perfect. The constraint of my back injury meant I couldn't risk the violent, athletic sex the "XXX Druski" was famous for, but the constraint also provided the perfect excuse to focus entirely on her pleasure.

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