Page 42 of For the Fans
“Well, in case you forgot, I dress up like an eagle on the regs. So if all else fails, I’ll just show up as Baldwin and pray no one spills their vodka on me.”
“Avi!” she gasps admonishingly. “You can’t wear your mascot costume for Halloween. That’s cheating.”
“I know, I know.” I laugh. “I’ll figure something out. How about you?”
She grins wickedly. “I’ve already picked mine. And it’s gonna blow your sweaty eagle out of the water.”
I aim a disturbed look her way. “That’s a really strange thing to say to me, Miss.”
She giggles again. “Alright. On the topic of strange things… I have a proposition for you.”
“I already don’t like where this is going,” I huff.
She steps over, gazing up at me with her teal eyes sparkling, and I can just tell she’s up to no good.
“A few of my fans have been sort of begging for something…” she starts, keeping her voice down, I’m guessing so that the others don’t overhear, though they’re all currently in the kitchen plowing through the pizzas we ordered. “They’ve been in my DMs for weeks now, and I think if I could make it happen, it would mean some serious dead prezzies.”
I squint down at her wide-eyed expression of excitement. “Okay…”
“So, you know how we were talking about pay-per-view? Creators offering exclusive content for a higher price, aside from the subscription?” She tilts her head.
“Yea…” I mumble, wondering where she’s going with this.
“Well, I’ve gottendozensof DMs asking me to do a threesome video… With two guys,” she hums casually, her lips quirking into a devilish little smirk.
Okay. There it is… Where she’s going with it.
“Mhm…” I suppress a grin. “And you want me to be one of the guys.”
Her smile widens, and she pokes me on the nose. “And they say you’re not smart.”
My brow furrows. “Who says I’m not smart??”
“I was thinking of filming it on Halloween.” She ignores me, clapping her hands together. “I’ll charge a one-time fee for my fans who want to see it, and then I’ll split the profits with my collaborators…”
“Uh, Frankie, I think you’re missing something here,” I cut in. “I’m only one guy. You would still need another one.”
“I can find someone.” She shrugs indifferently.
“But you can’t just askanydude,” I point out. “They would need to be someone we can trust… Someone who will be discreetabout the whole OnlyFans thing.” I pause and shake my head. “Plus, I mean… arewereally going to hook up? We’re friends…”
I must be wearing my nerves and reservations all over my face, because she shows me a patronizing smile.
“Avi…” She sighs, taking my hands in hers. “We’ll still be friends…Richfriends.”
I can’t help but laugh.This chick is wild, I’m telling you.
“Okay, aside from that, you still need to find someone who will agree to get naked on camera for a bunch of randos, while also keeping their mouth shut about the whole thing. You and I are used to this by now… Shit, I’m still getting used to it. But bringing someone else into the fold might get complicated.”
“I hear what you’re saying, but we have the world’s biggest motivator…” She rubs her fingers together in the international symbol for… “Money, baby. People will do all kinds of things for money, including keeping their mouths shut. Who knows? If this works out, we could start collaborating on the regular…”
“Yea, butwho??” I ask again, because she seems to be counting her eggs before they hatch.
Frankie stops to think for a second, her eyes darting across the room.
But before she can even suggest it, I snap, “Not Zeb.”
She laughs. “Why not?? You know he’dloveto hook up with you…” She cocks an eyebrow, and I’m pretending like hell that I don’t feel the flush creeping up my neck.
