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“How much have you made so far?”
“It’s wild. Right now I’m averaging about three-k a month, but subscribers increase every week. I’m so close I can taste the lease agreement!”
They put their elbows on the table and rest their head on their hands.
“What’s it like?”
“Do you have any creepy guys that message you?”
“Is it weird to know so many dicks are jacking off to you at the same time?”
I shrug. “There’s always a few creeps. Sometimes it’s discouraging, but for the most part, my followers are pretty cool. Just regular men.”
Birdie nudges her shoulder in Audrey and bites her straw. “Micky has a crush on one of her followers.”
“Stop. I just enjoy talking to him. But... yeah, if I knew him in real life, I would probably try to fuck him.” I smile, thinking aboutHat Trick Swayze and the noises he makes when he comes.
“So, what’s his deal? Is he hot?”
He has hot-guy energy. That voice and body areveryappealing. Although, that might simply be my biased opinion. He’s been a subscriber since the beginning, so we practically have history together. Before my followers grew, he had often been my sole viewer during live streams. It allowed us to get to know each other, and we’ve had a lot of fun conversations together. Sometimes flirty, sometimes platonic.
“I’ve never seen him. We just have good connection. A guy likeTHATknows how to treat a woman. He would say hi to me in the hallway—that alone should tell you how big a shovel Rhys would need to raise the bar.”
“Could you ever hook up with him?” Audrey asks.
“I dunno. I suppose it’s possible, he travels for work.”
“Yeah, so do circuses,” Birdie mutters into her glass.
“Excuse me! Your husband also travels for work!”
“Shit. You got me there.”
“Okay, okay. So what else?” Audrey gets us back on topic.
“I dunno. He’s just... cool. He’s funny and seems genuinely interested in what I have to say. And unlike Rhys, he’s a good tipper.”
“Oooh, sugar daddy, perhaps? Is he local?”
“I’ve never asked him, but I definitely don’t want a sugar daddy.”
“She gets weird when it comes to making her own money,” Birdie says to Audrey.
“I like being independent.”
“Well, if you like the guy, see if you can get his name or a video chat sesh so you can see what he looks like. No photos! You don’t want to get catfished.”
I pause a moment, not sure if I should tell them. “We had phone sex.” I leave out the FaceTime part.
Their eyes light up. “You have his number? Seriously?! When? Today? Was it hot?”
“Oh my God, it was so hot!” It bursts out of me, and I drop my head into my hands.
“You have to get him on a webcam! Now it’s serious.”
“Actually, he did ask me to teach him how to make bread.”
“Is that a euphemism for something?” Birdie asks.
