Page 7 of Sweet Shots

Hopping onto my cam page from my computer, I put up the poll, asking my subs if they think I should do a “special project” with a partner or not. I don’t want to give specifics about the project yet to help gain interest. Also, I don’t have info yet because Lorna hasn’t emailed me.

I run through the video from yesterday, of me in the shower and getting dressed, making sure I edited it all properly. Once I do that, I upload it and make a post so everyone knows there’s new content to check out. I add hashtags and the title “getting clean” to the top.

With my mood shitty, and not a thing to do today, I head upstairs to take a nap.

“Holy shit,” I murmur to myself, not sure which part of this shocks me more.

What doesn’t shock me is that my poll is currently sitting at a 93/7 percentage, with the majority voting to do the project with someone else. I hardly do stuff with others, but when I do, it gains a lot of interest. However, I have a lot more subs now than from when I did one last, so I just wanted to be sure. This will be bonus content, so if they don’t want to see it, then they won’t have to buy it, but I’m pretty sure at least half of that 93% percent will. I have some pretty loyal fans, and I never charge much for bonus stuff. Since I don’t have info from Lorna yet, I’m not sure how much the cost of the calendar will be, but I plan to do extra shots just for my page—which hopefully won’t be a problem. It’s going to make for great bonus content and should help sell the calendar as well.

What does shock me, though, is the private message I received from a long-time fan. It isn’t the first time he’s messaged me because he’s paid extra to get specific content, something I don’t typically offer but will do from time to time. But the message I’m looking at right now has me speechless.

RyanJack504: I will pay you 100k to do this “special project” with Dominic Blake.

I can’t decide if it’s the money or the person that shocks me more. I had no idea my neighbor was an adult content creator, but based on the link that was sent along with this email, he is. And he’s got more subs than I do, which pisses me right off.What the hell are the odds we’d end up right next door to one another?

The 100k isn’t something I’d turn my nose up at any other day, but it wouldn’t be a key selling point on talking to my neighbor. But now that I have zero money to my name, all of my savings gone, and no clue whether or not I’ll get it back, that 100k has me salivating.

I hate that fucker next door. But for 100k? I’ll fuck him. That’ll be the easy part. The difficult part will be putting my pride aside to go talk to him about it. He’ll obviously want some money too. I doubt he’ll agree to do this for nothing. No successful businessman would.

How much is thisRyanJack504willing to pay?

I message him back.

Me: 100k each?

I stare at the screen, not believing I’m considering this, but I’m desperate. I fucking hate being desperate. But I hate that trailer park more and I think I hate customer service people even more than that. I swear if they don’t get back to me by tomorrow, I’m going to lose my mind. After a few moments of not getting a response, I close my computer, grab my keys, and head out the door.

I need some fresh air and a calm setting.

Lake Tahoe isn’t a far drive, and when I get there, I park in the lot and get out to walk around. I shove my earbuds in, put on some music, and walk.

The sun is high in the sky by the time I get back to my car. I’m energized and exhausted since my walk turned into a run. My head is clear, and I know what I need to do.

Pulling into my driveway, I get out before I can change my mind and head right over to Dominic’s house. I press the button for the doorbell, tapping my foot as I wait.

“Come on,” I mutter, leaning over to look through the window. His curtains are drawn, so I can’t see inside. I bang on the door but still get nothing.

Son of a bitch, if I don’t talk to him now, I’ll change my mind. I think I’ll regret that more than doing it. It’s just sex. I’ve had sex with people I don’t know before. At least I kind of sort of know him. Don’t like him though, but that’s never been a prerequisite for sex. I like sex. His videos are decent from what I saw. He knows what he’s doing, so that’s a plus. I don’t think this will be awful, other than having to deal with him and his arrogance that has its own damn ego. But that could be worth 100k.

I try the doorbell again, this time pressing it a bunch of times. It works and I’m not even sorry for it.

“What in the actual fuck is your problem?” he barks as he yanks the door open. His eyes widen when he sees it’s me. “Oh, it’s you. What the fuck do you want?”

I force my eyes to stay on his and not travel down his bare chest that’s covered in water droplets. Though I can make out his abs in my peripheral and they look fuckinggood. The hot pink towel around his waist catches the drops that have slippedall the way down, and I hate how good that color looks against his tanned skin. That’s insane. This guy is a dickhead. I don’t want to touch him, and I definitely don’t want him to touch me. I don’t even want to be here.

But I have to be because I need the money. Because the last thing on earth that I want to do is go back to that fucking trailer park. Though I’m not there yet, I could be if I don’t get a good chunk of money back into savings.

I clear my throat and simply say, “I have a proposition for you.”

Chapter Four

Dominic

I stare at my neighbor, certain I didn’t hear him correctly. Or maybe I did but I can’t put the pieces together of what sort of proposition he could have for me.

“A proposition?” I question, shifting on my feet. I’m tempted to let my towel fall just to scare the fucker away.

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” he snaps.

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