Page 39 of For the Fans
Somehow, I’d found myself in a place I didn’t belong, surrounded by thousands of people who thought they were better than me. If I just gave up, moved home, and switched to a less expensive school, I’d be proving them all right. I couldn’t let that happen just because my rich stepdad’s company went under.
I didn’t need him. I could fight for this myself, andprove, definitively, that I deserved this just as much as they did.
Swallowing down my reservations, I blinked at Frankie. “And you really make that much money? Just from recording yourself naked…?”
“Let’s just put it this way… I saved up enough for first, last, and security on an apartment in Brookline,” she told me with asympathetic smile. My forehead lined. “I was going to wait to tell you… since you know, I didn’t want to kick you while you were down. But I’m moving in next week.”
“You’re leaving campus?” I pouted, bummed by this information. I needed Frankie around, especially now.
She’s my best friend…
“I’ll be ten minutes away. Don’t be a baby.” She chuckled, which brought a curve to my lips. “Plus, I’m throwing an epic Halloween housewarming party to celebrate, and I expect your ass to be there.”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I grinned.
“Good.” She poked her finger into my right dimple. “Now, where are we on the OF? ’Cause if you’re gonna do it, you’re gonna need help getting it set up and promoting yourself.”
My face lit up and I gasped, “Will you be my OnlyFans Yoda?!”
“Show your dick on camera you will, young Nerdwalker,” she teased, and I cackled. “No, but seriously. Strokin’ it for perverts on the internet is all well and good, but for the kind of money you need to make, and as fast, we’ll have to do some serious selling.”
“Oh God…” I rubbed my face. “I haven’t even started it yet, and already you sound like a pimp.”
“Get that ass in gear, baby girl.” She stood up fast and started snapping her fingers at me. “Time is money.”
And just like that, I was going to start stripping for strangers on the internet.It really happens that fast.
From that conversation, I kicked my ass into immediate gear. Frankie brought over her old tripod stand, which, according to her, is a must.
“POV shots are a hit, but you can’t do it the whole time,” she told me while helping me set up my creator account.
“Can’t I just lean my phone against some books?” I’d murmured, and she gaped at me like I was personally offending her.
“You need to be aprofessional, Avi,” she’d scolded. “The only way you’ll make real money doing this is if you look at it like a job.”
Once again stuffing down my hesitations about the whole thing, I’d nodded in agreement. After all, I had already boarded the crazy train… there was no getting off now.
Actually, there would be plenty ofgetting off.
No shortage of puns available in this situation.
In my first week as an OnlyFans creator, I’ve managed to wrangle up fifty subscribers, and made a few hundred bucks on subscriptions. As a total newb, I’d consider that a pretty good start. I also created a Twitter account specifically for the purposes of selling myself, and with Frankie retweeting and mentioning me constantly to her fifty-thousand-plus followers, I’m seeing new fans popping up every day.
However, as far as content goes, I’m still dipping my toe in the shallow end. I won’t lie… it’s a strange thing to warm up to.
I’m not the guy who sends dick pics around or records jerk-off videos of myself, so this is all very new for me. At the same time, it’s easy to get wrapped up in the attention when the comments start rolling in…
You’re so beautiful…
Look at that body…
Endless heart-eyes and fire emojis… I’ll admit, it went to my head pretty quick.
Which is why I’m nowfullycertain that I’ve gone mad… Because I’m currently lying in my bed with my dick out, recording myself jerking off for the complete strangers who arepaying meto do so.
With my hand wrapped around my shaft, I struggle to ignore my phone’s camera aimed right at me from where it’s locked into the tripod at the edge of the bed. I’m not anactor,in any way shape or form, but I’ve been working on learning to control my body’s movements, practicing the faces I make and the little sounds… Really trying to sell it, while also coming across as natural.
It’s weird at first, but if this is my only shot at making the money I need to stay here, then I’ll try my very hardest to Spielberg this production into something that will have the benjis rolling in at a steady pace.
