“He’s… not unattractive,” I said, which was an understatement. Michael Bauer was a good old fashionedhunk. “But he’s my boss’s boss. I couldn’t get involved with him even if I wanted to, and I’m sure he feels the same way. It would be problematic.”
“Problematic,” my mom said with a disdainful scoff. “When we were your age, we didn’t care about getting offended or making people uncomfortable. If a man liked a woman, he went after her. Was he wearing a ring? Surely you saw when you cut his hand open.”
“He was not wearing a ring. But he probably has a girlfriend,” I quickly added.
“Why do you say that?” She put down her spatula and rounded on me. “It’s because he’s handsome, isn’t it?”
“Mom!”
Dinner tasted better than ever that night, even though Mom insisted the expensive beef wasn’t any better than the cheap kind. Dad asked lots of questions about the job, and even Mom stopped interrogating me about my future male colleagues long enough to learn about what I would be doing there. We finished the bottle of champagne while sitting around the dinner table. For once, I left their apartment feeling happy about our situation rather than depressed.
All I want is a little stability, I thought as I drove home.For myself, and for my parents.
There was a note on my apartment door when I got home. It was from Mr. Fedener, explaining that he had entered my apartment at eleven-thirty that morning to replace the air filter in the living room. Everything looked normal when I walked inside, and my bedroom door was still locked. I nodded to myself and settled into the computer chair in my room.
I didn’t do live shows on Fridays. Saturday and Sunday had much higher traffic numbers, and I liked to spend Friday preparing for those shows. Planning out what outfits I would wear and what I would do. I wasn’t creative enough to just turn on the camera and wing it; I liked to meticulously plan out every single thing ahead of time. I also needed to buy some new outfits. Some of the other girls I knew on OnlyFans had dressed up in schoolgirl outfits, and I wanted to try the same thing.
After that, it was time to do research in another area.
There was no getting around it: my subscribers wanted me to do live shows with another person. Real sex, rather than just playing with toys and dancing around seductively. I had gotten a list of male candidates from another girl who lived in Albuquerque. From her list of eight, only four of them were willing to travel far enough to work with me. One of those four was just average-looking, and I didn’t think I would have any chemistry with him. The other three were all very hot.
I was most intrigued by Kai, the guy who had messaged me that morning. His process of sitting down and meeting face-to-face first was appealing to me. I was incredibly nervous about all of this, and I definitely didn’t want to jump right into bed with a stranger—even an attractive one.
Included in his message were several videos from one of the shows he had participated in for another OnlyFans girl. It was like a raunchy version of the references I had brought to my job interview earlier that day, but without sharp edges to cut someone’s palm open. I opened the first video.
I gasped as the video began playing. There was no introduction or foreplay: it immediately showed a woman laying on her back in bed, with a man’s face buried in between her legs. She squirmed as he ate her out.
Kai’s profile only showed photos of him from the neck down, but I had a good look at his face here. He was gorgeous. Like a fricken cologne model, with a strong jawline and sharp cheekbones below hawkish eyes. He had auburn hair, like mine, but darker. His arms were wrapped around the woman’s thighs as he devoured her. She arched her back and let out a long moan. As she did, Kai’s piercing green eyes gazed up at her, feeding off her pleasure.
Either she’s a really good actor, or she’s not faking it. The scene looked totally real. Especially as she grabbed a handful of his hair and held him against her pussy, crying out and shuddering with release.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked her.
She didn’t have any words; she only nodded vigorously. He dragged her to the edge of the bed and stood up, positioning himself between her legs. He was shredded with lean muscle, and I got my first view of his cock. It wasn’t too long, but it was thick. He was completely shaved, which made it reallypopfor the camera. Kai gripped his cock in a fist and began teasing the woman with it.
“It’s torture,” she moaned.
“I like teasing you,” he replied.
As I watched, I unbuttoned my pants and slid a hand down into my panties. I was already drenched after only a few seconds of watching. The way he was standing caused his head to be just out of the shot; I could only see him from the neck down, like in his profile pictures.
After plenty of teasing that had the woman squirming in bed, Kai finally buried his cock into her, pushing so deep that his sexy butt flexed with effort. Her entire body went tight like a wire, and then she melted into the sheets. He drove into her slowly and passionately, and touched her clit with his thumb. I rubbed myself faster at the sight, imagining myself in her position. Taking him over and over. Wrapping my legs around his waist. Savoring the way he drove into me, sensual thrusts that left me squirming and crying out in an ecstasy more real than any toy could produce.
Yet as my pleasure built, I wished I could see his face again. Since he was only visible from the neck down, I tried imagining the glimpse of him I had seen while he was eating the woman out. He began fucking her faster, skin slapping together as he really let her have it. And then it wasn’t Kai’s face I was picturing, but Michael’s instead. His strong jawline and crystal blue eyes invaded my mind right as I reached my climax.
My orgasm was quick and small, but it left me feeling satisfied. I shook off any thoughts of Michael as the scene continued playing on my screen. The interview was fresh in my head, I told myself. That’s the only reason he popped up right as I came. I watched the sex scene a little bit longer, then turned the video off and messaged Kai.
I would love to set up a meeting, I typed.How about next week?
7
August
I hated Friday night meals with my parents.
We sat around the long dining room table eating the meal prepared by Monica, my parents’ private chef. The room was silent except for the clicking of silverware on plates, and the tick-tock of the antique grandfather clock standing guard in the corner. Every second that passed without conversation was a fucking blessing, as far as I was concerned. If I had my way, I would have wolfed down my food and left as soon as humanly possible.
Monica emerged from the kitchen with a bottle of wine. She topped off my mom’s glass, then dad’s, and then finally mine. I smiled at her politely, but neither of my parents even acknowledged her presence.