Possession rips through me like an electric current. I click on the button to request a private room. I have to pay extra for it, but I don’t care. The only thing I’m concerned about is getting Kourtney’s beautiful naked body away from the eyes of anyone else. My pulse thumps a furious rhythm, excitement and adrenaline coursing through my veins. It’s Kourtney. After all these years. What are the odds I stumbled across her video in the middle of the night?
