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I tapped the “tip now” option and sent her twenty bucks, and another message came through almost immediately. Her hands were still there, but instead of blocking some of the best parts of her from sight, one was on a breast, her nipple pinched between two fingers, and the other was between her spread legs.

Wish these were your hands on me instead, the new message read.

If I got my way, my hands would soon be all over her.

14

Lauren

Iemerged from my bedroomdressed in comfy sweats. It was late Wednesday night, and it was only me and Ryan in the apartment, because Taylor was sleeping at Jackson’s. Suspiciously, it was her turn to cook, and if she thought staying over there would get her out of feeding me, she was forgetting that I’d memorized her DoorDash login.

I rounded the hallway into the kitchen, Walter right on my heels, and was surprised to find Ryan at the island, eating a bowl of cereal.

“You’re still up?” I asked, going to the fridge.

“Yup,” they said in between bites. “Maxine sent me her video late, and I decided to get it done tonight.”

In addition to helping Taylor and me, Ryan did editing work for several other NSFW content creators, and was growing increasingly popular. For good reason. They were great at their job, knew just when to cut clips together, had an amazing understanding of color theory, and were very professional and discreet.

“You’ve been burning the candle at both ends all week,” I said, pouring myself a glass of chilled water from our carafe. “Have you thought any more about hiring someone else?” I set the water back inside the fridge and turned to find them nodding.

“I think it’s getting to the point that I have to. I’m just dreading interviewing people.”

“An introvert’s worst nightmare. Want me to help?”

Ryan looked relieved. “If you don’t mind, yes, please.”

I opened our junk drawer and pulled out a notepad and pen. “Number one: Must be hot.”

Ryan yanked the paper away from me. A brief scuffle broke out over the pen, and I lost the fight when theypump-fakedflicking me in the tit. Once I stopped grumbling about how that was obviously cheating, we got down to business and wrote out an actual list of requirements and interview questions. It was surprisingly extensive, but we both agreed that if Ryan was going to do this, they needed to do it right.

We were just finishing up when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and nearly dropped it when I saw the notification.

“What’s up?” Ryan asked.

In answer, I slid the phone across the island. They caught sight of the video request on my screen and started choking. “Five grand?” Another round of coughing. “What the hell do they want you to do, film an entire porno?”

“That’s only enough for half of one,” I joked, pulling the phone back. My eyes flew over the screen as I read on. The request was from NT95. They’d asked for anhour-longsession, and when I went to click on “details” there was just an address.

“Oh, Jesus,” I said.

“What’s wrong?” Ryan asked.

“They want to meet.”

Ryan shook their head. “I swear people don’t know how to use their eyes anymore.”

“No shit,” I said, trying not to feel betrayed.

I spelled it out in several places on my Me4U, including in my custom work rules, that I didn’t meet in person, and yet I still got several requests like this every month. Usually people just wanted to meet and fuck for free, because audacity. Until now, I didn’t think NT95 would join their ranks. He’d never crossed a line before, was one of the few subs I thought I could trust to be a decent person. It sucked to find out I was wrong about him.

I’m so sorry,I typed, sticking to my professional façade.But I don’t meet in person. Please see my “Dos and Don’ts” list here.I attached a link and hit send before denying the request.

My phone pinged almost immediately. It was another request from NT95, and he’d raised the offer by two grand. Some people just couldn’t take no for an answer.

I pulled up the message to deny it again but froze. There was a picture attached. I zoomed in, frowning, not knowing what I was seeing at first. It looked like a page ripped out of a notebook, on lined paper, with—

The phone fell from my fingers and clattered onto the kitchen island.

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