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He said, his eyebrows drawn together in harmony, wrinkles spread across his forehead, expressing his disgust and anger at her. "Isn't that what you're here for? Take it, it's compensation for supposedly not giving you enough time." He said. Karen's eyes went wide as the hot-mouthed girl went to the bed and arranged the money into neat piles. How could one easily be distracted by bribe? Brittany dropped the blanket around her and went to the closet to arrange her clothing materials together. She got into her underwear and coupled it up with a lace dress that visibly showed her strapless bra and panties.

His face is flushed, eyes darting anywhere but at me. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch just a little too long. “Don’t stop on my account, Ty. Looked like you were enjoying the show.” He stands up abruptly, chair scraping back, towering over me now but still looking like a cornered animal. “Get out. Now.” I hold up his iPad like evidence in court. The screen is damning: my OnlyFans dashboard. Username: TylerIsUrGod99. Total spent: $847.32. Every single pay-per-view purchased. Every tip. Every comment.

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."

That comment had done its job. Maybe I could film something quick while Dad was gone. A new toy video? I was just about to grab my favorite dildo from the drawer when my phone buzzed with a new direct message on OnlyFans. **HotFantasy88:** Hey Sexysuzzy, saw your reply to my comment. I’ll make it worth your while. I want a private video call. You ride that pretty pussy on a dildo for me, touch yourself, get as freaky as you want. I won’t show my face or turn my camera on, just my voice and tips. I’ll send you $500 right now if you hop on in the next 10 minutes. Cash app or OF tips, your choice. What do you say, baby?

Now, after everything I’d survived, after everything I’d already learned about the depths of his family’s cruelty, it landed differently, heavier in some ways, lighter in others. “Show me,” I said finally. Brittany pulled out a small tablet, her hands trembling slightly as she navigated to the footage, and pressed play. The video was grainy, clearly filmed secretly, Jeremy’s voice unmistakable even through the poor audio quality. “She trusts me completely,” Jeremy’s recorded voice said, cold in a way I’d never once heard from him in person. “It won’t take much to get her alone that night. A few drinks, the right timing, and the scandal writes itself.”

We both giggled and snuggled closer together as she continued, "I only care that I have your love and your trust. I have an Onlyfans for god's sake, if you want to look up pictures or videos of any inch of my body it is on the internet. I mean my butthole is currently trending all over the internet after I did that gaping scene for True Anal where 2 guys came in my ass and another girl licked it out that was just released. If that doesn't scare you off then I don't know what will, but if you are ever uncomfortable with something let me know and I will do my best to address it."

Brittany handed the laptop over to her before joining me on the bed with her arms crossed and puffed up red cheeks. Isabella typed furiously for what seemed like hours yet it seemed like a few minutes before she said it's done. I thanked her before she left and Brittany hogged the laptop again. "Hey check this out" she said and I walked over to her. "She had a damn password to save a few videos" well that is odd. "guess she has a video of herself being a slut" she mused as I clicked on the first video curiously. What I discovered shocked me to the core. I wasn't expecting this.

She asked again, searching each of their faces for an answer. One of them had a phone in her hand and a TikTok video was on replay. "Let me see that." She said, genuinely worried. Were the girls on OnlyFans like Tanya? She hoped not. The girl hesitated, stuttering. Sofia came closer and took the phone from her. What was this about? She looked at each of them once more, then at the screen. The video was titled, The moment when Amanda kissed Ryan. Sofia was taken aback, what was this?

Brittany’s torn red bikini top is clutched desperately against her chest. “Strip,” the client orders, voice low and commanding. “Everything off. Slowly.” We hesitate. Our eyes meet — pure hatred mixed with something hotter, more dangerous. I go first. I untie my veil and let it fall, revealing my face for the first time in this club. Brittany’s eyes widen slightly. Then I peel off my tiny black thong, standing completely naked in front of both of them. Brittany follows, dropping her ruined top and sliding her matching bottoms down her long legs. Her big fake tits bounce free, nipples hard. She glares at me the entire time.

Brittany squirmed in need, but freely admitted, "I mostly watched her when she wasn't looking. I was afraid she might stop if she caught me watching her." Beth moaned at the image and purred out, "Were you fantasizing about rubbing my daughter's pretty little pussy, sweetie?" Brittany bit her lower lip and quietly answered, "Yes." Beth trailed her hands up the girl's thighs, before asking, "Have you ever watched lesbian p**n?" Brittany hesitated, but then answered, "Not with Jennifer." Beth's smile widened as she asked, "But you have watched lesbian p**n by yourself?"