Page 1 of Beg Me

Chapter 1

Olive

Iwake up in a panic feeling like someone is watching me.

Was I just dreaming that?

I can’t tell, I’m so freaking exhausted. Being a social media specialist seemed like it’d be such a fun, easy job. But now that I’m working for five small businesses and two large ones,a girl has to bring in the money right? It feels like I’m on my phone or laptop 23.5 hours a day.

Sitting up in bed, I grab my phone to start scrolling the socials. I like to spend about an hour in the morning going over all of my personal accounts, seeing new trends, current hashtags being used, viral music I need to put into videos, all that shit.

After doom-scrolling for way longer than planned, I get up and throw on an oversized T-shirt from one of my favorite books and stretchy black bike shorts, showing off my leg tattoos. One leg is a full sleeve, and the other is a patchwork of totally random manic art.

Does it look like I’m not wearing pants with this huge shirt on?

Maybe… Do I care?

No, honestly not really.

I’m going to be home all day today. I may pop into the bar I live above for a quick drink later, but I really don’t care how I look when I go there.

My apartment sits on top of a local dive bar called “The Cage.” It’s a weird living situation, but it’s one I can afford and it’s huge. It has a vintage vibe being in an older building in the downtown area. The vibes, central location, and size of it are worth having to hear random bar fights now and then.

Honestly, it isn’t that bad, it’s mostly millennial locals who just want to hang out and get cheap alcohol. We tend to not have many tourists in this area, even though I’m smack dab in the older part of Las Vegas. Tourists tend to stay away from here, with Fremont and themore popular bars and clubs being just a few miles away.

After throwing my hair up in a messy bun,why is it always so much more adorable when I’m not going to see anyone that day, it never looks cute when I actually try to make it look cute.I put on my sunscreen,yes I wear sunscreen even when I am staying in for the day, and check myself out in the mirror.

I take a quick selfie, open up Snapchat, and post it with “another day in paradise.”

Stupid as fuck caption that everyone will love?

Check.

Immediately the views and responses come in, I have too many followers on Snapchat thanks to being a former cam girl. They mostly just follow me waiting to get a free glimpse of my tits. Or looking to see if I have given up social media managing, and decided to go back to the sex work life.

I loved sex work life so much, I made so much money with it, but it was a lot of work. Everyone thinks you can just post a photo of your feet and money will roll in. But that’s just not how that works.

You have to market yourself, in a sea of other amazing sex workers. You have to manage to be different enough to have people want to follow you.

You have to do photo shoots constantly, customs, videos, and edit them all. It ended up taking up all of my time. Leaving me with no personal life. Not that I have a booming personal life as it is. I don’t have any friends honestly. I hang out with my boyfriend and go to the bar, where Janice, the bartender, and I gossip and bitch about men. That’s about it.

Being bullied in high school left me with lots of trauma when it came to friendships with other women.

Don’t get me wrong, I am a girl’s girl all the way.

You will never catch me playing ‘pick me bitch’ sides. It’s not that I don’t like other women, it’s that I’m scared of them. It’s stupid and makes no sense, but I can’t afford therapy right now, so I just try to deal with it on my own.

Talking with Janice every night has helped a lot with it. I have been able to open up with her a bit and see that friendships are so helpful for the brain.

Being bisexual, it also helps that she is drop-dead gorgeous, and is also bi. We check out the girls, guys,and they’s together without any judgment from the other person.

Ding* Ding* Ding* Ding*

My phone starts to blow up. Damn, I mean I have a lot of followers on the internet, but this is a bit excessive. Holding up my phone I see notifications are filling in. Rolling my neck, I know this is going to be a longgggg day. Let’s dive in.

Janice texts me

BRO you are back to posting photos on OF?? I am so exciteddddd… Those were hot AF too. Giving that voyeur vibe having the photographer take the pictures through the window! So smart girl.

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