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I picked up my phone and ordered a variety of food from a local restaurant. As I waited for the delivery, my phone beeped, notifying me of a new message. It was from Yvonne. I opened the chat and saw a picture of her wearing sexy lingerie that accentuated her busty cleavage and smooth, fair thighs. I bit my lip as I stared at the image, captivated. Before I knew it, my mind wandered, imagining Allison wearing the same outfit instead. My cheeks grew warm, and my heart started racing. Wasn't this strange? First, I thought of Allison as my favorite OnlyFans creator, Sweetest Bunny, and now I was picturing Yvonne as Allison.

"I met a guy at a bar. He was arrogant...kind of an asshole, but he was hot. I'm not going to lie, he was so much better than Jordan, and-" She cuts me off. "Oh my God! Have you seen her F******k? He's literally in every selfie for the past month." She continues scrolling with her mouth agape. "Yoooo, they made an OnlyFans together! She's charging $30 a month, who does she think she is...Kim Kardashian? Oh shit, isn't this your bedroom?" "Are you fucking serious right now?" I shout, snatching the phone from her hand. There on the screen is my sister and ex-boyfriend fucking on my bed. I watch for a few seconds until the sight of her squirting all over my blanket nearly makes me vomit.

So he could sneak off and masturbate to a bunch of blonde whores who wouldn’t in a million years do the things they did in those videos to him. It got worse. As I was scrolling through his history, I saw that he’d spent time on Fans Only, where he paid for a premium subscription with a woman calling herself Alexa Villasario. I went into their messages, and saw that he’d also paid for “custom videos”, which were 30 second clips of her masturbating with a dildo and moaning his name. He’d also sent her pictures of his private parts for “dick ratings”. She called him daddy, and they literally had conversations about me, talking about how I drove him to her, and how he loved her with all of his h

“Is everything okay?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead he turned his laptop toward me. My OnlyFans page was open. One of my most popular videos—the full version of the black lace tease—was playing on mute. My own face, partially masked but unmistakable to someone who lived with me, filled the screen. I felt the blood drain from my face. “Damien… I can explain—”

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My finger moved on its own. His profile—blue checkmark, 4.2M followers—featured a new Story. I went back to the main video. The comments kept popping up on the screen. @TateFan420: "OnlyFans with that body? Must be earning peanuts. Who wants to see that thing undressed. Bet she smells like a seafood dumpster." @Sigma342: "Look at her thighs jiggle when she walks! Built like that and acts like she's hot? Delusional."

Her voice was casual, entrepreneurial, like selling nudes on OnlyFans, but this was next level. Comments exploded. 'Show that pussy!' 'Make it hurt.' I tossed in a hundred bucks for a private zoom, my cock leaping back to attention.

Lance, the photographer, came forward, his eyes sparkling with admiration. "And once again, she has impressed us with her impressive skills," he exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration. "Aly, this looks stunning." Alyona was beaming with pride and felt immensely grateful for the acknowledgment. She had put a tremendous amount of effort and passion into her creation, so receiving such high praise felt incredibly rewarding. "Thank you," she replied, her voice soft and humble. "I just wanted to capture the essence of beauty—the transformative power of makeup." With a final nod of approval, Alyona turned to Lance and placed the transformation in his capable hands.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Annabella said "Ouch,I was already planning that we will go out together" Aurora faked tears "Babe,guess what" Cindy said "What happened?" Annabella asked "A billionaire is crushing on her" Aurora laughed "What?" Annabella's eyes widened but then continue "Who is he??" She asked "Brandon,I don't really know him" Cindy said "Whoa,that's crazy" Annabella chuckled "Tell us about yours,did you kiss your boss yet?" Aurora asked "Aurora what are you talking about? I'm here as a maid not to kiss my boss" Annabella said