Be My OnlyFan: Bianca's Little Secret

BIANCA

“Sorry, I don't do sex scenes.”

I took one last glance at the figure attached to the request. Fifty thousand, just to sleep with me. That was enough to cover the term's tuitions and still have some extra cash.

It was the third private request since my video last week.

Still, just like the ones before it, I mustered the strength to click send and shut my laptop before the thrill of temptation could linger.

I could go back to sleep in these clothes. My body had become used to their short and clingy feel. But just in case Ellie’d come up for another unannounced checkup, it was probably for the best I took them off and stashed them away.

I admired my figure in the attic’s mirror, fondling my curves and dips as I pulled the red lingerie off.

Those men probably weren't half-bad, and a couple extra bucks wouldn't hurt either.

But it's an entirely different ball game when you're live and in the flesh instead of across a screen… and behind a mask.

Taking it off, I loosened my hair and watched it fall down my shoulders, suddenly realising how many private requests I'd gotten to do just that.

“I want to pull it so hard you beg me to stop” one read.

On second thought, some of them were a little weird.

“Bianca, are you up?”

The voice thrashed through the calm of the night, and, just as I'd suspected, Ellie was awake and probably on her way to break down another episode with her boyfriend, Max.

They were such a toxic couple, but Ellie was one of those girls that believed High School Love was forever love… regardless of how many people she'd slept with to get her boyfriend's attention.

I shoved my secret stash under the bed and hopped into the covers, sprawling them over my naked body.

“Hey, are you asleep? Can I come in?” she knocked, knowing fully well it was still four in the morning.

Before I could even answer, she nudged the door open and walked in.

“Bianca, I need your advice.”

Here we go again.

I clutched the covers tighter, sat up and listened to another ordeal.

Unsurprisingly, it was the same as always. Max had been off to another Basketball camp and wasn't replying her texts. She automatically took that as cheating and chose to slut around with a random hunk at the bar downtown. Now she regrets it because Max is back, and probably wasn't cheating on her like she'd suspected.

“What do i do? What if he finds out?” She asked.

For starters, He probably already knew. Max had friends in every corner of Phoenix. But, considering he’d never confronted Ellie after a whoring night, he probably didn't care.

Still, I did what any childhood best friend in my position would do, and convinced her she'd be fine.

When she finally left, I let go of the covers and bolted the door behind her.

I still had a couple hours before our first lecture, but we'd talked far too long for me to fall asleep now.

My reflection stared back at me through the mirror, whispering like the devil on my shoulder.

“It wouldn't hurt… to just do it a little.”

***

My fingers anchored to the side of the bed as breaths escaped me in ragged puffs.

“Nggh, fuck.”

I spread my legs and slipped my dildo deeper, biting my lip before another moan could escape.

His dick blared across the screen and slipped into her at the exact same moment.

He thrusted harder. Hard enough for the plap to smooth through my speakers.

“Please. Be gentle” she creamed, but his hands stubbornly ran over her until it reached her hair. Rustling through before winding, he pulled her face off the bed and whispered into her ear.

“What was that?” He toyed. My spine shivered like he was talking to me.

“Please…” her words faded into low moans and lust-fueled grunts.

I fondled my breasts, lubing my fingers with saliva drooping off the tip of my tongue, and worked my way back to my clit.

I want to—

Just before I felt my muscles tighten, a notification crept up on my page.

“Horny devils still haven't gone back to sleep” I thought to myself, ignoring the bleep.

But right as I reached for my mouse, scrolling back to my private p**n, another bleep rang through.

“Request for Private DM.”

Tch. So damn persistent.

I navigated the tab to my page, ready to block whoever the prying bastard was…

…Until I saw his text.

“Hi, Bianca.”

My heart sank to my stomach.

Bianca? That's… not possible. He knows who I am?

The floating message icon returned, but I slammed my laptop shut before anything else could pop up.

I'm overthinking. I misread the text. There's no way he said that. There's no way he knows who I am, and there's no definitely no chance…

The soliloquy died when I opened my laptop again to see the blaring text right in front of me.

“Can we meet after school today?”

Oh shit. I'm so fucked.