7 - Annabelle.

I think my heart actually stops.

“I don’t need to tell you what I saw,” Josh continues, “but as you can imagine, I was pretty fucking upset.”

The room is spinning. Holy shit. My stepfather had actually seen me lying naked on his motorcycle, pretending to masturbate for a bunch of strangers who paid me for it.

What had he seen? I try to remember everything I’d done in the video, and… well, there isn’t a single moment that wasn’t completely sexual.

“Dad…” I say quietly.

“Don’t speak right now,” he roars, slamming one hand on the table.

I jump. Fuck.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, and I don’t want to hear your lies. badgirlanna,” he spits my username out, “I looked at your profile and I know you have been doing this for a long time. For Christ’s sake!” He stands up violently, pushing his chair out of the way, and then leans his elbows on the kitchen island, burying his face in his hands.

I just sit there, completely still. I remember I had said my username at the end of the video; I usually do. So maybe he hadn’t seen the worst of it. I still can’t believe this is happening, though. He had seen me on the motorcycle and then he had discovered my entire profile? Fuck. This is so bad.

After a minute he gives a heavy sigh, rubbing his face and then dragging his hands through his hair.

He looks so upset. So disappointed. He will never look at me the same way again.

His little girl.

His nasty, filthy, slutty little girl.

I can feel tears starting, as the reality of what he has seen sinks in.

He speaks more softly this time. “Anna, what you’re doing… the men who are paying to see that… that’s not the way it’s supposed to be.”

Yup - I can’t fight it anymore. Tears spill over and I start crying.

“Come here,” he says, walking over to my chair, his arms extended.

I stand up and let him enfold me in his arms, bawling now. It feels so good to be held by him - and I don’t deserve it. If he forgives me, that will feel worse than being punished. I bury my face in his chest and weep.

He rubs my back. “Are you in trouble?” he asks. “Does somebody… make you film those things?”

I snort a bit in disbelief. “No,” I say quietly. “I make good money.”

And… I like it.

“For God’s sake, Anna!” His voice rises again, but he keeps holding me, rubbing my back as the tears fall. After a minute, I stop crying so hard. He kisses the top of my head and let his hands slide over my arms, leaning back into a chair again and pulling me down across from him.

“This is really hard,” he admits. “When I was your age, I would’ve… Fuck, kid, I just want you to be safe, you know?”

I nod.

“Let me ask you something,” he drops his head for a moment, as if what he is going to ask embarrassed him. “Are you… are you a virgin?”

I feel the tears start again. It is just so embarrassing to be talking about this with him. I nod my head, yes.

He presses his lips together. “Those videos… what you’re doing. That should be private, Anna, between you and someone you love, that’s all.”

I take a deep breath and try to stop crying. I feel so upset about disappointing him. But what I am doing, how I am making my money, I feel good about that. It is my decision to do it and I like being in charge of something for myself. I am 19, after all.

“I need to ask you something too,” I counter. “How much of my profile did you see?”

I want to ask if he’d seen my other videos, but I can’t bring myself to say it directly.

He closes his eyes. “I’ll be honest with you. I saw… a lot. I saw everything, kid. I had to know. And I… I couldn’t believe it was you, you know? That my daughter was… doing this.”

I feel my cheeks burning with shame. He saw… everything?

I grit my teeth. “You can’t tell me to stop doing it, though, you know,” I say quietly.

He looks shocked. “Anna!”

“What, Josh? It’s my life. That’s my work.”

“Not while you live under my roof, it’s not!” he snaps.

So, there it is. In all the time since Mom had moved away to Miami, he has never made me feel that this is “his” house, that I am living here on borrowed time. But now I know - that is exactly how he thinks of it.

The shame burning on my cheeks turns to anger. How dare he try to threaten me like that?

“I’m 19 fucking years old!” I yell at him. “You can’t tell me what to do - I’m not a kid anymore!”

“Oh,” he shots back. “I am well aware that you are not a kid anymore, now that I’ve seen your tits and ass on sale for the top bidder!”

I freeze at his words, as realization sinks in. “Now that I’ve seen your tits and ass.” Whelp.

I try to think of the meanest thing I can say. “Why are you so obsessed with my tits and ass, Josh? Always trying to get me to cover up but then watching all of my OnlyFans content? Was that really necessary to figure out what was on there? You needed to know more after seeing me in the garage?” I am heated, but as I speak, I realize that I have a point. I feel powerful - I feel right.

And the red flush that blooms on his cheeks tells me I am on the right path.

Holy fuck.

He had liked it.

“Go to your room.” His voice is scarily quiet.

I know a line had been crossed and yet, somehow, I still can’t stop. I want to gain more ground.

I stand up. “Fine. I will go to my room, Josh. I’m going to go to my room and jerk off thinking about how badly my stepfather wants to see my tits and ass!” And I spin on my heel and storm out of the room before I can see his reaction.