George Clooney’s inner circle is reportedly livid after a shocking allegation surfaced in Virginia Giuffre’s bombshell posthumous memoir, with sources telling outlets the A-lister has “never met” Ghislaine Maxwell and views the whole thing as a “grotesque fabrication.”

The claim hits hard in “Nobody’s Girl: A Memoir of Surviving Abuse and Fighting for Justice,” which dropped Oct. 21 from Alfred A. Knopf — just months after Giuffre’s suicide at 41 on her Australian farm. Giuffre, the Epstein victim who famously battled Prince Andrew in court, paints Maxwell as a name-dropping social climber obsessed with rubbing elbows with the rich and famous.

According to excerpts splashed across the New York Post and other tabs, Giuffre recounts Maxwell bouncing back from some swanky bash “giddy as a schoolgirl,” spilling about how she’d pulled Clooney aside for a quick rendezvous in the bathroom. “But she had given George Clooney a blow job in the bathroom at some random event,” Giuffre quotes Maxwell bragging, adding the jailed trafficker “never let that one down.”

Giuffre herself throws cold water on it, noting, “Whether that was true or not, we’ll never know.” She frames it as classic Maxwell — hyping up conquests to feel untouchable in Epstein’s twisted world.

This isn’t fresh dirt, either. The same story popped up in Giuffre’s unpublished 2015 manuscript “The Billionaire’s Playboy Club,” unsealed in 2020 during her defamation suit against Maxwell. Back then, it barely blipped; now, with the full memoir out, it’s viral gold.

Clooney’s team stayed mum officially, but pals didn’t hold back. One Hollywood insider dished to OK! Magazine: “George’s blood was boiling when he heard what had been written. He has never met Ghislaine Maxwell in his life, and he’s horrified his name has been dragged into this.” Another source called it “deeply distressing,” stressing the Ocean’s Eleven star wants zero ties to the Epstein mess.

No photos, no flight logs, no nothing links Clooney to Epstein’s jet or Little St. James island. He’s never been named in unsealed docs or testimony — unlike bigwigs like Bill Clinton or Prince Andrew. Insiders say Clooney’s rage isn’t just personal; it’s for his wife Amal and their twins, fearing the smear sticks.

The memoir’s timing couldn’t be hotter. Giuffre finished it before her death, insisting in emails: Publish no matter what. Co-author Amy Wallace calls it Giuffre’s legacy — a gut-wrenching takedown of how power shields predators.

Beyond Clooney, Giuffre unloads on heavier hitters. She sticks to her guns on Andrew, detailing three encounters and that infamous 2001 photo with his arm around her waist. Andrew settled for millions in 2022, denying everything, and just got stripped of titles amid the book’s buzz.

Then there’s the unnamed “well-known prime minister” she claims brutalized her, begging Epstein not to send her back. Speculation swirls — some point to past hints at Israel’s Ehud Barak, though nothing confirmed.

Giuffre’s early life reads like a nightmare: Molested at 7, runaway at 13, groomed by Maxwell at Mar-a-Lago at 16. She escaped at 19, married Aussie Robert Giuffre, had kids — but the book spills on their ugly divorce, with late accusations of his abuse tossed in after family pressure.

Publishers tweaked the final cut, adding a foreword explaining changes. Giuffre’s brother Sky Roberts backs it: “Virginia fought for truth.”

Critics are tearing in. Maxwell’s bro Ian calls it recycled lies, citing Giuffre’s past wobbles — like admitting she “may have been mistaken” on Alan Dershowitz. But sales? Through the roof, topping charts as Epstein files tease more drops.

Clooney’s not the only one reeling. Sources say he’s lawyering up quietly, weighing options without feeding the frenzy. “He wants to make clear he had no connection whatsoever,” a pal said.

The book’s bigger message? Giuffre saw it as a weapon for survivors. Excerpts leak her Louvre reflections before testifying, fears of dying trapped, dreams of a world where kids get help fast.

Reviews rave and rage. Guardian dubs it “devastating,” NYT heart-breaking. Tabs like Radar sum the juicy bits: Brags, royals, that bathroom tale.

Giuffre’s gone, but “Nobody’s Girl” is roaring. Publishers who hesitated? Eating crow as copies vanish. Clooney’s denial is fierce, but in Epstein’s shadow, mud sticks.

Fallout’s brewing. More excerpts hint at names, places, systemic rot. Giuffre closed with hope: Victims as heroes. Whether this shifts the needle or just more chaos — the world’s watching.