7

You two hit the street, backtracking a block, and Sabrina led you to a pub-like place that was probably a trendy bar at night. You two entered, and since you were there before noon the place was still fairly empty.

"Good morning," the hostess said as you met her at the little podium near the front door.

"Hey there," you said, putting on a grin and trying to show Sabrina that you'd been paying attention to her silly scolding over your business-relation skills. "Beautiful day out there, isn't it?"

"It is," the hostess agreed. "It's supposed to be a hot one, though."

You're a hot one, you thought, then immediately afterwards, Nope, that's too much. Thankfully your internal filter caught that one before your mouth blurted it out.

"I can't wait," Sabrina said. "Maybe I'll get some tanning in after work."

"Ooh, that sounds good," the hostess said, then winced. "Too bad for me, I'm working a double."

"Aw, that is too bad," Sabrina commiserated.

"Well, come on back, let's get you a table. Are you expecting anyone else?" the hostess asked, waving you to follow her as she led you into the pub.

"No, just us today," you said.

"Actually, can we grab one of those booths back there?" Sabrina asked, pointing towards the back of the pub, away from the front window.

"Sure," the hostess said, practically chirping. She led you to a back booth, tucked into the corner, and you noticed Sabrina manoeuvering so that she grabbed the closer bench seat, leaving you in the corner and looking out at the rest of the room. "I hope you don't mind me asking," the hostess added, as you and Sabrina slid into the seats, "But just the two of you, and wanting some privacy, is this a lunch date?"

"N-" you started, but Sabrina cut you off.

"Something like that," she smiled, crinkling her nose and then giggling for a brief moment along with the giddy hostess.

"Oh, that's so cute," the girl said. "Well, have fun, and let me know if you need anything. Theresa will be your waitress, she'll be around in a sec to grab your drink orders."

"Thanks," you said, giving her another smile.

The waitress returned your smile, and then backed away and, out of sight of Sabrina, mimed pointing at Sabrina and then gave me a thumbs up, a wink and a mouthed 'Nice job!'

I snorted and shook my head.

"What?" Sabrina asked.

"Nothing, nothing," you said. "So how was that, am I doing any better with being friendly?"

"A little," she said. "Careful not to make a girl jealous though, flirting with cute waitresses."

"Well, I mean there's still a little mystery with her," I teased, testing the waters back towards the elephant in the room between us.

"Oh-ho," Sabrina said, eyes widening at my dig. "Woooow. Well, at least you know exactly what you're getting under the packaging."

"True," you laughed with her. "Though, the packaging is very nice today. Is that OK, me complimenting you? I've wanted to more than once over the summer but it's always felt weird in the office."

"Thank you, and no. But you're right, until today it probably would have come across as a bit creepy, and I would have lumped you in with Eric," she said.

"And today?"

"Today, you're acting very cool for a guy that's watched me-"

"Well, hey there folks," a waitress interrupted.

You and Sabrina quickly made your drink orders - you splurged and both ordered a draft beer for lunch, planning to cut off at one even if it would be a couple hours before you needed to work again.

"So about that," you said once the waitress had gone to pour your beers.

"About what?" Sabrina asked.

"About you know," you said. "I just - and believe me, I'm not judging or complaining. But you were so worried as soon as I brought it up this morning. So why do it?"

******

Sabrina twisted her lips into a half-pout, half-consider expression as she sat back into her booth bench. "I- Well, it's hard to say," she said. "I guess it kinda came down to just... I want more, faster? Like, I could go through school while working some minimum wage job and hating it, and all that effort would take away from my classes. And then at the end when I have a degree I would still be broke with a mountain of student debt going into law school, piling up more debt. Doing this, after the first couple of weeks I made enough to cover my rent for the month and books for the next semester. I'm a month in now and I've already paid off my rent for the summer."

"So it's all about the money?" you asked.

She smirked. "Well, no," she said. "There are some perks that I wasn't expecting. I get a little thrill every time I post something dirty. It's like posting something cute on I*******m and seeing a lot of people like it, but way, way more. And sure, some of the comments I get are weird and gross, but a lot of the people who message me are super complementary and super... I don't know, they just really want to make a connection with someone, and when I give them just a little bit of attention I can tell it's made their week. And that makes me feel good, knowing I'm doing that."

You nodded slowly, trying to absorb everything she was saying. Your assumptions about OnlyFans girls had always been rudimentary - they were slutty girls who wanted to make an easy buck off of their looks. Yeah, sure, Sabrina was in it for the money, but the way she talked about it, it was like she'd made a calculated business decision instead of just doing it on a whim. And she wasn't a slut, at least not openly. She dressed relatively conservatively compared to most college girls you knew, she was friendly but not overly flirty with people. As far as you knew she didn't sleep around, or you probably would have heard something from your social circles back at college.

"Thanks," you said.

She quirked an eyebrow with a little smile. "Really?"

"Yeah," you said. "I mean, you didn't need to give me a real answer like that. You could have just brushed it off. I appreciate you being candid."

"Well, you're welcome," she said.

Your beers were soon delivered to the table, and you both gave your orders, giving you a chance to tease her about ordering a salad while you ordered a chicken burger and fries. Sabrina excused herself after going to the washroom, and you took the opportunity to adjust your dick in your pants. The conversation hadn't even been that sexual, but just being with her, knowing what you knew, was getting to you.

Pulling out your phone, you glanced towards the little washroom hallway quickly before loading up your web browser and opening Sabrina's page. You scrolled a moment, then selected one of the photo sets she'd posted. It was a classic schoolgirl outfit tease, and in the first couple of photos she played the part - she wasn't even being a slutty schoolgirl, her kilt was down almost to her knees, and her shirt was tucked in with a little bowtie matching the pattern of the kilt. Then she was playing with the kilt, then she started undoing blouse buttons.