Page 55 of For the Fans
But then Frankie releases our wrists, and melts into a sated puddle on the bed. And the second she does, Kyran pulls his fingers out of her, and wrenches himself away from me.
The spell breaks fast, snapping me back to reality. Blinking hard, I take my hand back, releasing my cock and sitting up slowly. Dazed, I clear my throat, watching Kyran as he jumps off the bed like it’s on fire, turning away from us.
My head cocks, wondering why he’s acting all fidgety and bizarre. I mean, I know that was intense, but he literally won’t even look at us.
Franke sits up on her elbows, grinning and patting my hair. “That was fucking wild.” Her head slants in Kyran’s direction. “You want me to get you boys off now?”
“No,” Kyran barks hoarsely, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head. “I’m gonna take off.”
Sloping my legs off the bed, I’m just shaking my head. I should’ve known he’d act like a whacko as soon as this was over. I stand up, glancing down at my erection, which is still rigid as hell and pushing against the front of my pants.
“You mean you don’t wanna give me a hand with this?” I tease him, and Frankie giggles.
Kyran turns, finally facing me, and of course he looks livid. But that’s not what I’m paying attention to.
I think there’s a wet spot on his pants…
My lips part, but nothing comes out. I’m just stunned into silence. When my eyes slide back up to his face, he’s beet red, grinding his teeth in a rage. His hands drop in an attempt to cover what is obviously the result of him coming in his pants, then he stomps toward the door.
“We never breathe a word of this,” he demands, shoulders visibly tight with his back to us. He reaches for the door, glancing at Frankie one last time. “The money…”
Frankie looks just as baffled as I feel as she nods and clears her throat. “Yea… I’ll Venmo you.”
He nods, turning away again and mumbling, “Cool. Thanks…”
Then he slinks out the door, and he’s gone.
Frankie and I share a look. And in synch, our faces slowly turn to the camera.
Well, alrighty then.
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Three-grand.
I made threethousandfucking dollars from that one video Frankie recorded, of the lamest, most idiotic threesome ever. And let me remind you, that’s three-grand foreachof us… Meaning that disastrous excuse for content actually made almost ten thousand dollars.
I’ve been stopping to laugh about it on occasion over the past week since it happened. I just find it all so completely absurd. And also, kind of fascinating. At the rate I’m going, I’ll have my tuition and housing paid for in no time. But if we’re being honest, I’m barely even thinking about that anymore.
I absolutelyhateto admit it, but this whole thing has me on the hook. For as much as I love to bash social media-based consumerism—it’s my thing;fuck theman, capitalism, the evil one-percent, all that shit—the ability to make this kind of money, sofast, and by doing something sosimple, has me fullymesmerized. I can totally see how people become addicted to this…
Money is very much the root of all evils. Because it’s power. Money, sex, fame, power…Control. They’re like drugs. Preying on the weakest parts of your condition.
And I’m no better. Because I’ve been falling right into its trap, reading the comments and the DMs from fans with an almost salivating captivation.
I feel like such an attention whore.They like me! They really, really like me!
Bleh. Since when do I even care??
Apparently, I do, without reason or remorse.
I ended up sharing the video Frankie made on my own OnlyFans account, and now I’m looking athundredsof subscribers, tons of whom are messaging me on the daily asking for more.
To be specific, more of me and Kyran. Orthe hot grouchy blonde, as they tend to call him.
It’s Saturday evening, and I’ve taken a break from smoking and sketching to check my phone, only to find hundreds more comments on the teaser I shared on Twitter, and dozens more DMs in my OF inbox.
