A short while after Megan had finished the hoovering and put the appliance away, she received a phone call from her agent with a couple of work assignments for the following week. Megan sounded buoyant at the news, what with her last call being two weeks ago and only one assignment coming from it. All the same, it had taken her out and away from the drab British weather, which was an added bonus.
Almost an hour later, a third of the way through the 120 minute film she was watching, the front door bell rang. ‘I wonder who that can be,' she thought to herself, before turning off the TV, and adjusting her pastel pink skirt.
"Coming," she intoned, with the sound of the second ring.
Upon opening the door, she noticed two well-dressed men, one of who was noticeably younger than the other, stood outside.
"Miss Megan Sloan," the older one asked, confirming that it was she.
"Yes. I'm she. How can I help you?" Megan intoned.
Having shown the 26-year-old woman his ID, Robin asked if they could discuss their reason for calling inside.
At first, she was surprised more than shocked at who they were; a pair of bailiffs. She earned good money for her chosen profession, £250,000 before tax last year, while such affairs were handled by her accountant, Trevor Wells, who oversaw the finances of several others in her illustrious profession.
Having little option but to invite them inside, a twinkle, one of recognition, sparkled, somewhat, in the younger man's, Malcolm's, eyes. All the same, he kept it to himself as his colleague and he waited for Megan to close the door.
"What's this all about, guys?" Megan intoned, leading them back to her lounge where she had been watching a film, one the young woman had paused but turned off the TV for good reason.
Although inviting them to sit on the sofa, before Robin did so, he suggested she would do well to take a seat first, an indication it was bad news, more than she had expected; considering who they were.
"Miss Sloan, we have an order to seize goods and assets to the value of £26,000," Robin informed her.
"What!" came her alarmed response.
"How? Why?" she fathomed aloud.
Perusing the document with all the details on it, which he then handed to her, Robin confirmed it was for outstanding taxes and that letters had been sent to her.
"Right," she intoned. "My accountant, Trevor Wells, he handles my taxes and other things. Any letters would have been sent onto him," Megan told them, having taken the seizure order from him. Before that, though...!
"I need a drink, something to steady myself. Can I get you two anything?" she offered, and then stood up, leaving the order where she was sat.
"I'll," Malcolm rejoined, only for his superior to fix him with a cautious grin as they sat down on either side.
"Fruit juice or water will be fine for us," Robin intoned.
Just then, having Megan gone off to the kitchen to get what she needed, Malcolm leaned across to Robin and made a revealing observation; more of a suspicion. ‘How can you be sure?' he rejoined, just before Megan returned with a tray of three glasses; two filled with diluted orange and mango juice, which she handed to each of the bailiff's and then went and poured herself half a glass of gin and tonic.
"That seems in order," Megan said, presently.
"I can't see how it happened," she added.
Without a word, Ms Sloan went and called Trevor on her cell-phone. Moments later she returned, more confused than sullen.
"That's odd. There's no reply. Almost as if it were unavailable," she told them, before picking up her drink and taking a long quick glug.
"It's her, I'm telling you," Malcolm, with a low whisper, repeated what he had noticed.
Ignoring him, Robin suggested she check her bank account, fearing the worst while still having a job to do, one, in times like this, if his hunch was right, he wasn't looking forward to carrying out.
With her Smartphone still to hand, Megan tapped on the face and was soon at her bank's on-line banking portal. She then tapped in her user name and password and waited.
"You're joking," she exclaimed, both shocked and overcome by the amount she saw. Instead of a balance in the five figure range, while ignoring the decimal point, her balance was five figures, alright, including the decimal point.
"The bastard, fucking bast-" she reacted.
"Sorry, guys," she intoned, "but..." And with that, she held up the Smartphone for Robin to confirm her wealth; such as it was. £999. Even with that, her accountant had been ironic.
"I'm sorry, Ms Sloan, but, the order, I have to serve it. I take it you have a car," he began.
"Well, yes, but it's leased."
"Your apartment, then," Robin said, even as he ran his eyes around it. "I dare say, with market value and all, its equity could cover what you owe," he intoned, doing his best no to sound ruthless.
"I've got a couple of jobs next week. I made £250,000 last year, before tax," Megan appealed to him.
"You have," Robin rejoined, curious as to what sort of work, flexible as she had averred, paid that and be legal enough to pay tax on.
"I told you," Malcolm trilled. "You're Chelsea Blue," the younger of them exclaimed, voicing his recognition.
"What gave it away?" she intoned, a warm smile on her face as she took up her glass and had another sip. She then, having returned it to the coffee table, reclined against the upholstered fabric of the backrest, one that had a floral design on it.
In her films, vignettes, Chelsea was, save for lingerie, generally naked from the start. In fact, she was just then watching one of her DVD's, still paused, when they rang the doorbell.
"That's all well and good," Robin intoned. "The order has been issued, Miss Sloan," he reminded her.
"Can't it wait until next week? You saw for yourself that my accountant had cleaned me out," she appealed to his better nature, while her hand, on Malcolm's left thigh, certainly appealed to him.
"It was your hair, and those big tits of yours," Malcolm exclaimed, commending the adult film star on her shapely 36DD assets.
"You know, she takes it up the ass," he informed Robin. "Sorry," he then apologised to her, having blurted that piece out.
"So," Robin said, his voice barely a squeak and dry.
Having taken a quick sip of his drink, too quick, he spluttered at what Malcolm revealed about her next. That she loves being spit fucked.
"That's, that's good to..." he said, lost for what to say as he wiped his chin with a hanky.
All of a sudden, considering their demeanour, in particular, that of Robin warming to her profession, Chelsea saw a way out of her situation, one that could be more than just a reprieve.
"Come on, I've got two jobs next week, well-paid and with several male talent. You can go back to your boss, tell him I was out and then come back next week. I'll have the money for you then, all, what was it."
"£26,000," Robin reminded her.
"You make that amount for two films. Wow, I'm in the wrong job," Malcolm voiced his realisation.
"Well, actually, Malcolm," she began, head turned towards him and more than just subtly stroking his left thigh, while her other hand lingered on Robin's right, "unlike Hollywood, the women get paid several times more than the male talent. Also, what with tube sites showing copies, we don't earn as much. I'll get about £5,000 for one and £7,000 for the other.
"Why the difference in rates?" Robin intoned, warming to Megan's openness while empathising with her situation.
"As Robin said, I take it up the ass. That pays more," Chelsea intoned, her left hand making slow movement along his thigh while fingers of her other hand almost tormented Malcolm, what with their close proximity to his hard-on.
In situations like this, Megan thrilled at being desired by a man or men.
"Quite the young slut, then," Robin intoned, adding a smile.
It wasn't as bad as she had been called; whore, cunt, even, by those who saw her as little more than that, while she accepted being called a whore and slut by the male talent she worked with.
Feeling quietly confident that she had enough of Robin's attention to earn a stay of being evicted, Chelsea Blue, very much the vamp in some of her appearances in front of the camera, decided to give Robin an experience of what his young colleague had seen of her.
"I dare say you'd like to see how much of a slut I can be, Robin. What Malcolm has so far been a witness to," she crooned.
Removing her hand from the younger bailiff, Megan, Chelsea being her performance name, picked up the remote to her blue-ray player. It was the same make as her TV and so it could be used for both.
"You, you're certainly enjoying yourself," Robin intoned, his voice once more croaky at what he was seeing for the first time and with the person sat to his right sandwiched between two men on the screen and being spit fucked, occasionally uttering obscene words of encouragement for them to fuck her dirty, even slutty, cunt and mouth.
"You're quite...vocal. Is that necessary, Miss Sloan?" Robin enquired of her.
Even though his dick, if hard, was out of reach on his far-side thigh and well behaved as far as any trouser movement could be determined, she subsequently had her body part turned towards him, her left elbow resting on the backrest; the hand of which, was supporting Chelsea's left cheek and chin while the right one stroked his thigh in a sensuous manner.
"That's because I enjoy sex, I enjoy being fucked in my horny wet cunt and tight asshole by a long warm big dick. I especially enjoy sucking one, all the way down and into my throat. I especially like to get covered in cum; spunk. All warm, sticky, lovely and creamy, then swallow it," she intoned, finishing just as Robin's trousers; their content; flinched and showed productive life.
Off to his right, though, the star of many an erotic video had her right leg over Malcolm's left thigh. Needing little other encouragement, while he'd heard far worse from her lips as he beat his meat off to Chelsea Blue getting railed by as many as three men at the same time - sometimes four - Malcolm had the right side of her skirt drawn up and his fingers stroking along her humid inner thigh.
All the same, he was, nevertheless, far from courageous enough to impose on her silky smooth cunt with its auburn tuft more than that of a landing strip just above her clit; a quite full and bulbous suckable one, he had noticed.
"Don't hold back on my account," Chelsea encouraged the young man.
Her body had been simmering on the edge of a climax even before they arrived. Just then, though, it was percolating with a renewed urgency, one that only needed the right touch to bring it gushing to the top like a geezer.
Thinking she meant him, however - Robin's hands passive throughout her interest in him - he turned, only to notice Malcolm, and, more to the point, where his free hand was; on the evident bulge in his trousers, one he was stroking with his right hand.
"You'll have the money next week?" Robin crooned, moments before she reached across and felt his firm warm desire for her.
"Uh—huh," her last gasp urged by where his young colleague had his warm fingers; somewhere wet and sticky, in fact.
Leaving Malcolm to his voyage of discovery, now that she had Robin on board and positive, Chelsea, still tending to Robin's ardour and desire, leant over him; her left hand soon undoing his trouser belt with his help, then his button and, finally, the nylon zip.
"Ermn, cheeky," she intoned.
"What?" again, Robin thinking she meant him.
"Try all, emn, three there," Chelsea cooed.
"Your young stud's playing with my dirty asshole, toying, teasing it. His other hand, all five fingers are up my slutty cunt. I'm such a whore for being double teamed. Double stuffed by cock, nice big long ones," she intoned, expectantly.
"You are."
"Oh yes, emn. Let's see how big yours is, shall we," Chelsea intoned, and then drew forward the waistband of his pants with her right hand and reached inside them with the left.
"That's hot, smooth as well. Oh my! It's big and long," she proclaimed upon seeing what he had to offer. She could barely get her fingers fully around Robin's girth. In her line of work, Chelsea had come across and experienced cock's of all sizes; moreover long ones. Robin's, although being a good length, was quite broad.
No sooner was it fully out in the open, than Malcolm had moved his cum drenched fingers, three to begin with, to Chelsea's ass, which was already moist from his tongue actions. His fingers slid in easily as she stroked Robin's shaft. Noticing the small amount of friction, she cradled the area around the girth and then spat into her right hand a couple of times. The horny slut then dribbled some of her saliva on the head; curling the strand around, almost, before resuming stroking Robin's warm blood pulsating shaft.
"Ur-urmn," Chelsea responded, agreeably, as her lips smooched the turgid, mushroom-like head of Robin's erection while Malcolm traced his warm moist flattened out tongue along the crease of her wet gash and over her more than dew wet mound, which was noticeably puffy and horny.
"More," she urged, calling back to him while taking a brief breath to turn in his direction.
Having returned the gaze of her hazel eyes to Robin, she threw him a warm sexy smile and then, with her tongue extended and eager, lashed at the head. In doing so, just as Malcolm teased his pinky into her receptive asshole, Chelsea dribbled another perfect strand onto the glans. She then trailed it down the right side and, from where it settled, slithered her tongue up the side then over and around the head, just in time to catch and taste the bubble of pre-cum he had been encouraged to release.
"Oh, God, yes," she responded, not so much to the taste, which was most enjoyable, but that of Malcolm causing her to buck forward when he thrust his fingers up her ass, all the way down to the arch of his thumb.
"He's got his fingers in my dirty asshole. No doubt priming it for his, your big hard cock to rail. Oh, yes, now my hot wet cunt, make me cum for you, make me cum on you. Hurmn," she moaned, having Robin urged her head down on his cock. He so wanted to cum in her slutty, dirty mouth before he got to fuck her. He was especially looking forward to getting his big dick up her ‘dirty ass' as she had just then put it.
With the third of the six clips finished, each one of varied length while the last one finished with Chelsea having her face covered in the warm creamy cum of the three men who had filled all her holes at the end, the next one, a moderate length blowbang, showed her sucking and being made to suck as many as six cocks before they spunked their load on her. Before it got to the end, though, Robin, like the men in the clip, had Chelsea's auburn hair grasped in a ponytail and was directing more than urging her up and down his hard-on.
She had some idea it was that clip, but continued sucking while slathering her tongue around his warm shaft, her hand at the hilt, although barely stroking him, acted as a momentary buffer.
"You like getting your throat fucked, I see," Robin made mention when, with the start of the new clip she was almost naked, knelt up on a sofa and being spit fucked fore and aft; her mouth getting one while her slutty cunt welcomed the other. His forward motions, as he slammed into her, propelled Chelsea forward just as the other guy, a big black mother fucker swung his hips and slender girth at the slut who had her warm moist lips around his ebony shaft. When the one behind her slowed down, just as she slowly and provocatively drew her lips back to the rim of his near-horizontal erection, the camera had moved in to capture the length, which, including the erotic shape of her sensual lips, was undeniably long.
No sooner had Robin caught sight of the start, than he stood up and quickly had his shoes, trousers and pants removed. Megan was already in an amiable position, and so, leaving her to continue the enjoyment and pleasure of his junior, Robin was soon knelt in front of her, presently with Chelsea's lips around his dick while he fucked and swung his hips at her.
He took it slowly, almost sensuously, to begin with, while teasing her auburn curls with his fingers. A thought came to his mind in the almost tranquil moments, a mention, wanting to clarify she would have the money next week, only for him to dismiss it. When he did, he gazed down at her on the end of his long thick cock. There, before him was a famous British porn star, her mouth shining the head of his dick for him. She was a slut, though, the type of woman who welcomed being treated like one, having men fuck her ass and cover her in pools of their cum.
Again, he grasped Megan's hair. As he did, his expression was almost smug as he drew her forward and fucked his length, hard and deep. Hard and deep was how the slut liked it in that position. His glans, velvety, bulging and wet from her oral secretions, jabbed more than jolted into her throat and back again with each forward swing and propulsion.
"Hurmn, gluh," Chelsea vociferated around his fuck meat, her body close to a second climax as Malcolm kept up the combined pressure behind her.
Of course, he knew what she liked, and soon her exposed ass was being smarted with his deft slaps, all while his fingers, down to the first joint, nestled inside her delicious wet cunt. That caused her to jolt down on his fingers, to take them all, fully inside her and then raise herself up for the next and subsequent dusting of his fingers.
It was with the third one, delivered to her right ass cheek, that Chelsea came. When she did, her body reacted by fucking back and forth on as much of his hand, the fingers and thumb drawn in to form a narrow tip cluster of firm straight digits, as she could, almost to his wrist, in fact, which her escaping juices bathed.
"Any chance I can get the slut's mouth around my dick, boss," Malcolm said, an offer, as such, that his superior was in favour of, irrespective of him having to give up her mouth and throat for the warm wetness of her ‘dirty pussy'.
First, though, and as irresistible as her wet cunt and puckered asshole were, especially with the shine of her juices and saliva Malcolm had put on her rosebud, he was conscientious enough to draw up her pastel pink skirt, enough that it displayed her erotic beauty.
Refraining from slapping her ass just yet, Robin, quite courageous for him, spat some saliva on her asshole, exposed by his warm firm hands.
"Oh, ermn," she moaned, her tongue getting to know Malcolm's hard-on and desire for her, especially after what she'd enjoyed thus far from him. Although it was a good long length, almost that of Robin's, the girth was average.
Considering the word ‘porn' actually meant whore, a word as old as three thousand years BC, Chelsea was more than happy to seemingly be treated as one, as part of acting the part, even going so far as to call herself one while playing on and up to the whore image; the bonus being several thousand pounds for her.
So far, and even though Malcolm had seen more of her videos than Robin, he was most attentive as was Robin shaping up to be behind her; his fingers stroking her clit as he teased the tip of his tongue into her asshole, causing her dirty rosebud to bloom.
Hoping he would be just as adventurous as his colleague, Chelsea lowered her upper body while maintaining what she was doing for Malcolm at that moment. In fact, the angled slope of her body helped both men. In particular, it caused her skirt to slide further back and her round ass to stick up in the air. Upon seeing that, and as she licked her extended tongue around Malcolm's balls, her lips resting against them, Robin sucked both sets of fingers and then worked them back and forth of Chelsea's ass and cunt.
Right then, with that intensity pinging around and through her body like electric tingles, she managed to rock back on Robin while still getting a mouth and throatful of Malcolm's warm firm length as he relentlessly swung his young hips and cock at her.
"I want to cum so badly, shoot my load in your mouth," he, presently, told her.
Upon hearing that, and still with his long fingers, all four, in Chelsea's ass, Robin replaced those in her dripping pussy with his firm thick length. She was undoubtedly sodden. The slut had cum several times and was awash, almost. Robin's cock barrelled deep into her. The bulbous glans glided over her g spot with each warm injection. Thrust after thrust poured into her, filling Chelsea up each time and soon causing a loud slapping noise as his groin chastised her buttocks.
"Yes, fuck, Christ, sweet. More," Malcolm cried out, when he felt his dick explode. His hands held the slut on the end of his knob close and to him as he spewed his joy juice into her. He held her off as he spunked one, then another and a third rope of his creamy offering. It cascaded upwards and hosed down her palate before falling onto her tongue. From there, and managing to retain most of it, Malcolm's deposit trailed down Megan's throat when she flicked her head and hair back.
Seeing that, Robin took it as an invitation. Not only did he grasp and clutch her hair in his right hand, but he held onto her left shoulder and railed her wet pussy as she sucked every last droplet of Malcolm's cum from his cock and balls. She kept sucking and they both kept fucking; Malcolm's motion, as his ardour receded, not as full as that of Robin's but effective all the same as he presently regained his firmness.
Rather than swap straight over, Malcolm moved to the middle of the sofa. When Chelsea approached and positioned herself either side of his knees, he, in fact, they both had her stop like that. To her continued pleasure, she was subsequently stood up on the sofa either side of Malcolm's thighs, he then blew on her tuft and then kissed the stem of her clit. The thrill caused the pearl-like nubbin to pop out in all its glory.
"Wow! She's got a most amazing clit," he exclaimed, and then teased it with his pinky finger.
"Oh, emn," she flinched, not once but twice, the second from that of Robin's tongue, which was yet again rimming her puckered asshole.
"Your ass is quite clean, scented, cherry, possibly," Robin guessed—right.
"You like my dirty ass," she intoned, and with that, while the younger of them teased and sucked her throbbing nubbin, Megan placed her hands on her shapely ass cheeks and drew them apart.
"Ohh yess, emnn," she cooed, her body on the brink of a most voluptuous climax, one that was stirred and agitated all the more when, having Robin drawn her left leg and foot down to the carpet and bent Chelsea forward, her lips soon mashing and meshing to those of Malcolm's, she felt a slap on her curple from Robin's ‘big log, followed by the head teasing around her exposed rosebud, which soon bloomed when he pushed forward.
"You're tight," he remarked, holding his position while the anal slut gasped around Malcolm's mouth and lips.
"He, he's in my dirty asshole. His big long cock, yes, emn," she intoned, when more of him, a good two inches at the very least, was delivered to her backdoor. The head stretched her fully as it ploughed and plundered further into Chelsea's anal dungeon.
She had never been that open, Christ, she had never been that full, and yet, he still kept coming. To add to her pleasure, her facial expression far and away from one of discomfort let alone pain, Malcolm soon had her blouse undone and his humid hands on her 36DD tits. Her nipples stood out like soft pointed peaks he noticed, an indication of her arousal.
Realising that, Robin, behind her, encircled the anal slut's bent right thigh and was immediately stroking her bulging clit; neglected by that of her position and Malcolm enjoying the feel, texture and warmth of her big tits as he sucked one and caressed them both as best he could - his soft humid manly hands just about cradling their warm natural flesh.
"Oh yeah, that's it, urngh, like that, yeah, fuck my dirty little fucking ass," she called out to Robin. His length, broad though it was, moving with some degree of ease as he rocked his hips forward and back.
"You like that, like my hard dick in your tight ass," he intoned, almost regaling in the moment of railing an actual porn star and in her tight little asshole.
"Yes, more, fuck my ass, fuck my dirty little asshole, I like it," Megan encouraged him, further, moments before a blistering climax gripped her body and washed over her like a tidal wave. She was still undulating herself on Robin's firmness as her body convulsed and she released deep short gasps: "Huh."
Presently taking himself from her and still holding Megan's hair, he directed her around and down and presented the willing slut with his cock. Of course, Chelsea being Chelsea, she grasped the hilt and licked it from stem to tip with her eager tongue before devouring his length and sucking on it for a good few minutes.
"One week," he said, with a smile afterwards.
Returning it with a smile that said thank you, Chelsea, her feet planted either side of Malcolm and her left hand braced on the backrest while facing away from him, reached down for his cock and soon guided it towards her open backside while he drew her cheeks open and apart.
At first, she teased the head around her partly bloomed rosebud, sighing with the expectancy of being double teamed by a pair of bailiffs who had, considering what she did for a career, treated her with respect. That said, they likewise had a job to do.
With Malcolm's warm turgid glans past her ring of resistance, Chelsea took a couple of deep breaths and then began to slowly slide her tight little asshole down the first few inches only to subsequently draw herself back up and do it again; several times, in fact, while Robin watched and waited.
Even during a similar, filmed, scene, she would fuck her tight little round ass on the cock below her for several minutes before having the second of the male talent fill her dirty cunt. Soon she was bouncing her ass down Malcolm's cock while gasping at almost the same moment the sound of her thighs slapping his rang out.
"Oh, yes, erm your lovely hard cock in my dirty asshole. Now yours, Robin, tear up my dirty cunt for me," Chelsea, having placed her feet just above and on Malcolm's knees, urged him, invitingly.
Almost lost as where to put his knees, given her position and his unfamiliarity with porn positions, Malcolm directed his colleague to place one of his feet and kneel with the other, an angle that allows the camera get in tight on the action from the side where the male talent has his foot planted.
"Oh yeah, that's it, both of you, like that, yeah, fuck my dirty fucking holes. Treat me like a slut, make me take your big dicks," Chelsea encouraged them, although she could just as easily have been urging her co-stars as opposed to the two willing bailiffs.
"I'm ready to cum," Robin warned her. "Where would you like it?" he intoned. Although he knew practically little about porn stars and their practices, the one thing he was aware of was the facial, the pop shot, the money shot.
"Spunk your dirty load in my mouth," Chelsea appealed to him, her mouth open and tongue tip projected just past her teeth in readiness to receive his hot creamy offering.
"Ho," she responded, when the first, misdirected, creamy rope caught her nose and upper lip before trailing down to her tongue, which is where the second and third successfully landed.
"Lovely," Megan rejoiced, and then, leaving the first where it lay, she took Robin's semi-hard cock between her lips and sucked every last drop from him while coating his cock with his creamy essence. She then released him and wiped the head and first few inches on her left cheek, her chin and finally the right cheek.
"Wow, you're quite a slut," Robin commended her, Chelsea Blue's face covered in his smeared cum and looking the part, while Malcolm, his hands on her hips, urged Megan up and down his warm firm length for a good five minutes longer before he too felt the need to cum.
For him, she knelt on the floor with her head part tipped back, mouth open and tongue extended as she stroked Malcolm's vibrant shaft with both hands.
"Oh, yeah, oh, yes, like that, sher, sher," he gasped, moments before his balls swelled and drove his hot sticky loads, three of them, up his vibrant shaft.
When he came, and what with the angle she had the young bailiff's shaft poised at, his warm creamy spunk rained up in the air, fountain-like, and splashed down on her face, some even caught her auburn hair while other flicked her eyelashes, which automatically closed. Only with the last one did she direct his creamy offering into her mouth. As it landed, she moved forward and fully engulfed his length just as the tail dashed against her palate. Still holding him, Chelsea slowly wrapped her tongue around his pulsating shaft, urging the dregs from within his throbbing balls and all while she swallowed his creamy essence.
Come the end of the agreed week, and what a productive one it was, financially, Megan had them sit on the sofa and then went and got her cheque book. Thoughtfully, she had called the other girls who had Trevor as their accountant and advised them, as she, herself, had done, to close their account and open a new one.
"There you are," she said, with a smile, one of confidence after what she had been through, and handed Robin the cheque.
"Thank you, Miss Sloan," he said, smiling gratefully, only to, when he noticed the sum, change his expression.
"It's only for £10 thousand. We agreed the full amount; £26 thousand," Robin voiced his concern, just as she picked up the DVD remote and turned on the TV.
Having un-paused the clip, the two bailiffs looked stony faced, almost. There, on the screen, was a recording from over a week ago. The image was crystal clear and showed the three of them in sexual congress.
"What do you think, guys, is it good enough to buy me, all, let me see, a month at the very least. You wouldn't want it to be seen on the internet. I'm sure a performance like yours will get nearly a million hits."
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