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"He mentioned you had some special video requests?" Chloe and Maya giggled, leaning close to each other. "Yeah," Maya said, her voice dropping a bit. "We actually just started an OnlyFans page together. It’s our first time doing this professionally, but we know the platform pays incredibly well if the content looks high-quality. We want some really clear videos to upload." My attention was locked in instantly. An OnlyFans page, I thought. "I see. Well, you came to the right place. What kind of setting are we looking for?"

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."

“The full version will be up soon for my top fans. Remember, good girls get rewarded… but I’ve been so bad lately.” I ended the video with a playful wink, uploaded it to my OnlyFans page under LilaRose, and leaned back with a satisfied sigh. The money from last month had covered my textbooks and part of rent. Mom and Damien had no idea. They thought I was just tutoring on the side. If they ever found out… A notification pinged almost immediately. ArchitectX92 had tipped generously again. He’d been my top subscriber for weeks now, always with those slightly commanding messages that made my stomach flutter. “Beautiful as always. Show me more tonight.” I smiled and sent a private thank-you.

"Four years ago I was stripping my way through residency and crying into ramen. Now I have a club AND a medical practice AND two million followers who think I'm hot." "Two point three million." He freezes. "You know my follower count?" "Scarlett did research." "Oh no." "She found the OnlyFans." "Oh NO." "The comments are... creative." "Those comments are from—" He waves his hand. "—enthusiastic people. VERY enthusiastic. Some of them need hobbies. Real hobbies." "'Doctor Daddy' seems popular." "OKAY." He grabs my arm. Starts pulling me through the crowd. "We're going upstairs. Right now. To the VIP section. Where there are fewer witnesses to my humiliation."

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Now, she was trying hard to remember Olivia’s Gram username as she opened the app. Finding her step-sister was not a hard task, much to Flora’s surprise. It turned out Olivia was some kind of upcoming social media influencer, with over twenty thousand followers and counting. Ironically, her username was your-pinkest-angel. Flora could not stop her laughter as she saw the bow and pink heart emojis next to the words. If only her followers knew she was certainly no angel.

I muttered, silencing the notification. But Sabrina had already noticed. “OnlyFans?” she asked casually, taking the right turn into the estate. My heart slammed against my ribs. “W… what?” “That notification sound,” she said, eyes still on the road. “My OnlyFans app makes the exact same sound when something I post really blows up. You’re on the platform too, aren’t you?” She said it so casually. Like we were talking about the weather. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I forced out a weak laugh. “No, it’s… just a reminder for a group study session tonight. Nothing important.”