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Charlie wrenched Maddy from the piledriver, her body a limp, sweat-slick ragdoll in his grip—long brunette hair matted to her flushed cheeks, emerald eyes glassy from coke and endless edging, lips swollen and drool-streaked. He shoved her to her knees on the booth's plush carpet, the club's strobe lights casting erratic shadows over her heaving tits, nipples raw and erect like cherries begging abuse. The waitresses flanked her, one blonde holding her jaw open wide with manicured fingers, the oth