Page 13 of Sweet Shots

“Neighbor didn’t work out?”

“No. He made the most delicious meal I’ve ever eaten, then went back to his arrogant ways. I swear he only told me no because I wouldn’t tell him why I need the money.”

“Then you should have just told him,” Zach says over a yawn.

“Hell no. I don’t need that asshole knowing my business.”

“I mean, does it really matter? Once you get this all sorted, you’ll get your money back.”

“You don’t know that. They don’t always send it back, Zach.”

“Then you’ll make more.” He bites into something crunchy and chews loudly into the phone.

“I will, but how long? I have bills to pay, you know. Groceries and CP’s food. Monthly bills, car insurance, health insurance! I don’t get the free stuff anymore.”

“I’m sure you’ll live, Mikah. You make like, thousands a month.”

“You’re missing the point!”

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

We go silent for a few moments. Zach doesn’t share the same fear I have. Though we grew up in the same place, he’s perfectly content still living that life. But it’s probably because he has a good family who loves him, and not a mother who berates him and treats him like shit like mine did. I still have nightmares about her, which is insane considering I haven’t seen her in over ten years.

“Maybe wait for him to cool off and try again,” Zach suggests.

I know that won’t work, but I agree and we get off the phone.

Zach is my best friend and most of the time he totally gets me. But money isn’t something we agree on. Never have. In fact, it’s probably why we aren’t together now. We dated on and off for a while, but my plan was always to leave. He was fine with staying. And when he had the opportunity to come with me, he told me no. He wanted to stay with his family. Whatever.

I head upstairs to take a shower and make some content. I’ve been slacking on content the past few days because my mood is shitty and that’s not fair to my fans. I’ll have to jerk off inthe shower today to make up for it. Hopefully I don’t have a problem getting it up with the amount of stress I’m under.

I go into my room to grab some clothes and pause when I see something stuck to my neighbor’s window. It’s a piece of cardboard covering the lower bottom half of the window. Words are written on it in thick black marker, and I swear if he were in front of me right now, I’d punch him in the face.

TELL ME WHY YOU NEED THE MONEY AND I’LL DO IT.

This… is a fucking joke.

He can’t be serious. I run downstairs to my desk to grab a sheet of paper from the printer since I don’t have any cardboard inside the house, and I don’t want to risk going outside. I write on the paper, taking up as much space as possible so the letters are big and he’s sure to see it. I grab the tape and storm up to my room to tape it to the window.

With the light coming in through the window, I can see the giant FUCK YOU through the thin sheet of paper.

“Asshole,” I mutter as I go into the bathroom.

I make sure my camera is on, start the shower, and take a minute to collect myself or there’s no way I’m making a video. I do a few breathing exercises, some jumping jacks, and even give myself a pep talk. My dick doesn’t want to cooperate, but maybe once I give it some attention it’ll change its mind.

Getting into the shower, I wash my hair first, using the time to think about things that usually turn me on. I like knowing people get off on watching me. I love a sloppy blow job. When Ipicture that, someone on their knees for me, I look down and it’s Dominic looking up at me.

“Fuck no,” I growl, shaking my head. I get the bottle of lube from the shelf, and start stroking my limp dick, thinking of the camera and the people watching this video. I think of Zach sucking my dick. But then somehow, my mind wanders to that grey couch next door, me bent over it, and Dominic railing me from behind. The quickness in which my dick gets hard is embarrassing.

Though I’m not happy about it, I do it for the sake of the video. For the money! For my fans! I imagine Dominic’s hand around my throat from behind me, his other hand on my hip, slamming into me as he grunts like a wild fucking animal. He likes to be rough. I like when men are rough. You wouldn’t know from my content, but people don’t need to know that about me. I prefer to bottom but I have no problem topping someone if they want me to. But being fucked,hard, is my absolute favorite thing. When someone knows how to do it right, it’s pure magic.

I hear Dominic groaning in my ear, hear him telling me to be a good boy for him. He refuses to touch my dick, wanting me to come whenhewants me to. His grip tightens. I can’t breathe.

“Fuck,” I groan, stroking faster.

“Don’t come until I say.”

“Okay,” I choke out.

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