Page 37 of Caught Up

Taylor leaned closer. “And the way he shielded you with his body when we busted down that door?” She eyed me. “I’m telling you, girl. The man has a white knight kink.”

Ryan tipped their head sideways. “Is that a kink?”

I met their gaze. “Literally everything is a kink if you think about it long enough.”

They looked unconvinced. “Is that true?”

“Absolutely,” I said.

Their eyes narrowed.

“How about a topic change?” I asked to take the heat off me. “I obviously need more time to process everything that happened.”

Taylor swirled the dregs of her coffee. “Well, I did get a kind of weird PPV request from a sub and was hoping to get your perspectives on it.”

“Weird how?” Ryan asked, and I was grateful they both let the Junior conversation go so easily. They truly were the best friends a girl could ask for.

“Weird like, they want a video of me naked, covered in olive oil and herbs, with vegetables spread out around me,” Taylor said. “They even requested that I put an apple in my mouth and baste myself.”

Ryan raised their brows. “Baste, like...baste?”

Taylor shook her head. “No, not shove a baster up myhoo-hah. They want me to baste myself like a turkey.”

“Oh, no,” I said, gripping her shoulder.

“So itisa weird request?” she asked. “Is it a food fetish or something?”

Ryan reached out to grip her other side. “No, honey. It isn’t a food fetish.”

Taylor looked between us, clearly confused.

I dropped my voice. “The man wants to eat you. And not in a hot way.”

Her expression flashed to shock. “No.”

Ryan nodded. “It’s a cannibal fetish.”

Taylor looked like she was going to be sick. “No.”

“Is this your first one?” I asked.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IS THIS MY FIRST CANNIBAL?” she screeched.

Walter jumped up and started barking his head off. Ryan scrambled to calm him down. Deciding it was time to go, I hauled Taylor to her feet, and between Ryan and me, we got her moving, fleeing the scene of the crime. We were 100 percent going to get banned from this café if we stuck around any longer.

“Is he really a cannibal?” Taylor asked in a quavering tone.

“He might be,” Ryan told her. “Or he might just fetishize it. Either way, it’s super against the Me4U terms of service.”

“What do I do? Report him?”

“You immediately block him,” I said, because unfortunately, I’d been through this rodeo before. “And then, yes, report him. You’ll need to take a ton of screenshots to send to Me4U admin, but in my experience, they’re pretty swift to ban cannibals. I can help you when we get home.”

Sometimes I forgot that Taylor was still relatively new to sex work. I felt terrible for not warning her that this was a possibility, but I honestly thought she already knew about the darker side of what we did. Tonight, I’d sit down and talk to her about the other,lesser-knownthings to watch out for.

Ryan’s phone dinged, and they pulled it out of their clutch to check it. “Oh, whoops,” they said. “We’re late for our next appointment.”

We picked up our pace and hightailed it over to our third viewing for the day, all talk of stalkers and cannibals shelved until we were back in the safety of our own home.

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