“I’m not going to pretend to be your boyfriend,” I said. “That’s way more personal than learning the name of the place where you work.”
“My parents are never going to stop hounding me about it!” she insisted.
“Then tell them you broke up. Problem solved.”
Ginny pushed up into a sitting position with her knees up around her chin. “You don’t know my parents. They’ve been bugging me foryearsabout how I need to settle down. I finally got them to stop asking questions, and they were leaving me in peace for a while… and then all this happened.” She slumped her shoulders. “I just can’t deal with them. I love them to death, but my mom is like a dog chasing a bone when it comes to my love life. She’ll never let it go until I bring this imaginary boyfriend over. And if I tell her we broke up? She’ll spend months asking about how I messed it up, and what I should do next time, and how she has four other cleaning lady friends who have eligible bachelor sons who need to settle down with a nice young woman. If I could just throw her a bone it might reset the clock on me getting hounded all the time…”
She seemed drained by the end of the rant, like justthinkingabout all of it was exhausting for her. I thought about my own mom, which immediately made me wince. I didn’t want to think aboutthatright now.
“It’s my own dumb fault,” she said, curling up against me again. “I should have thought up a better excuse. Sorry for putting you on the spot. It was rude of me to even ask.”
“I’ll do it.”
I don’t know why I said the words. Maybe it was because Ginny wasreallypathetic while complaining about her mom, and I was an extremely empathetic person. Or maybe, deep down, I wanted to cast aside my rules and really get to know her.
Her halo of red hair raised up to look at me. “You’re joking.”
“Nah,” I said. “I’m being serious. I’ll help you. I’ll meet your parents and pretend to be your boyfriend. But I’m going to warn you now: I’m not great with parents. I never know what to say when—”
I cut off as she threw herself into my arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
As she clung to me, something inside me softened.
She’s just a job,I told myself.Don’t let yourself fall for this girl.
28
Ginny
The new videos were a massive success. Even more than the blowjob video from last week, the video of Kai fucking me from behind exceeded all of my expectations in sales. Not to mention the third video we made after a short rest, where I rode him reverse-cowgirl facing the camera.
I started recalculating my house down payment math. Now it seemed like a certainty that I would have enough by Christmas. Heck, I might even reach it before Thanksgiving at this rate.
I started filling out paperwork and got pre-approved for a loan from the bank. Unfortunately, my credit stunk worse than ten-day-old garbage. When I talked to a realtor about it, he said I might need to have a larger down payment to make up for it.
“That won’t be a problem,” I told him.
“Perfect,” he replied. “I’ll pull up some properties that meet your requirements and we’ll start scheduling showings next week.”
I had a smile on my face the rest of the day after that call. Things were moving in the right direction in my life.
Halfway through the week, I texted Kai while sitting at my desk.
Me: I never expected to make this much money! And my subscribers are shooting up too. You’re worth every penny.
Kai: Don’t forget to leave a five-star review on Yelp ;-)
Me: What, so other camgirls can steal you away? Nuh uh. You’re all mine.
Me: And I don’t mean that in a catching-feels kind of way. It’s strictly professional. I want a monopoly on Kai SexyMcBigDick
Kai: Is that what you call me?
Me: Well, I don’t know your real last name. So I went with a rough description.
Kai: I’ve got you in my phone as Ginny OnionBooty
Me: Onion booty? Should I even ask?