Page 9 of Only Fans

“Yeah, pretty much,” I honestly replied.

“I really like him a lot. He’s a good guy, maybe even a little too good for me, and that’s where I’m conflicted.

Reggie is the exact opposite of dude. He’s the epitome of the type I’m most attracted to.

I love his swag and the fact that he is older and more experienced turns me on in ways my other friend just can’t.

The only thing about Reggie is, I don’t know how genuine he is as a person.

I know what he likes sexually, but that’s the extent of our relationship thus far.

I have no clue who and how he really is as a person. ”

“That’s understandable. He could be a asshole or hoe in real life.”

“Exactly! Cause how we are now, he has no reason to show me that side if he has it.”

“Makes perfect sense. So, if you had to choose right now between the friend and Reggie, who would you pick?”

“Honestly, if I had to pick today…” I pondered for a few minutes because I wanted to give an honest and fair answer.

“It would probably be Reggie, no cap. From what I’ve seen so far, he can definitely make and keep me happy.

Even if he does have a whole asshole disposition, I’on care cause shit, I can be a asshole too.

” I laughed, causing Trista to laugh. “No, but forreal, he’s a boss, and from the way he dresses, I would say he more than likely hustles.

He’s always in name brand clothes, and he has his own shit and its some nice ass expensive shit.

He pays very well for my OnlyFans videos, so I know his money gotta be long, just the way I like.

My friend, however, that’s not the case.

His situation and circumstances are totally different.

He’s my age and definitely not a baller.

His parents have money, but it’s different when it’s not your own. Trust if anybody knows that, I do.”

“Most adults should have their own place, at least I would hope,” Trista laughed.

“He would be a loser if he was living with his momma and paying for sexy video chats and grown folks’ shit.

But your friend, you should understand his circumstances more than anyone because it sounds like y’all in the same boat.

Either way to me, they both sound like a winner.

Well, alrighty then, playa,” Trista joked.

“Are you sure you wanna get wrapped up in someone who might be a drug dealer?”

“I mean, I’m not completely sure that he sells drugs. I’m assuming that he does, but yeah. I don’t care what he does for a living or how he makes his money. As long as I can’t be held responsible for what he has going on, I’m good.”

“That makes perfect sense,” Trista agreed. “What did you tell Reggie you were going to be doing for your birthday?”

“I told him my strict ass parents were taking me out to dinner. We really didn’t talk all that deep about it.

He didn’t ask so I didn’t elaborate much.

He’s usually more interested in discussing and doing other things when I Facetime him, if you know what I mean,” I said, speaking in reference to video sexting.

The thing was, Reggie and I really didn’t talk about our personal life much.

Our conversations were mainly based on and around sex.

Whenever I’d ask him anything too personal such as what he did for a living, if he was seeing anyone or where he lived, he’d always deflect and never really give me a straight answer.

The only thing he was clear about was when I asked if he was in a relationship, and he basically told me he wasn’t.

He had females that he’d hook up with to fulfill his needs, but he wasn’t in a solo relationship with anyone.

It was like he avoided relationships. I wasn’t about to tell Trista all of that because it wasn’t any of her business.

“Maybe he’s planning something romantic for you, and that’s why he wants to meet up with you,” Trista suggested, causing me to think.

“You might have a good point. I never thought about it like that. He is older, so he’s probably trying to surprise me with something romantic.

Now that I think about it, he has been applying tons of pressure to hook up.

I thought it was because he’s anxious to smash,” I replied.

“I actually owe him a call or text at the very least since I abruptly disconnected our call last night. Maybe I should send him a text now.”

“Or… maybe you should walk up to him and say hey. Ain’t that him over there?”

Trista pointed in the direction of a guy that was standing next to a pregnant chick that was sitting on a bench outside of The Cheesecake Factory.

We were walking past to get to where the Levi’s store was located at the mall.

The way that Old Orchard was set up, the courtyard section of the mall was outdoors, and some stores and restaurant entrances, you could only get to from the courtyard.

That was how I was able to see him and the pregnant chick.

Trista knew what Reggie looked like because he had commented on some of my social media posts.

As nosey as she was, I knew she clicked on his name to check out his profile pictures.

Plus, I showed her some of the pictures he’d texted me that weren’t too revealing.

I never showed her any of the naked pictures he sent because I didn’t trust Trista like that.

She was my girl and all, but she enjoyed men a little more than I did.

Trista was boy crazy, and Reggie was someone I knew she would definitely try to get at behind my back.

She was a solid chick, but when it came to the men I dealt with, I didn’t trust anybody around them.

Trista was also a sex worker on OnlyFans which meant she was a freak like me.

But unlike me, she sometimes met up with her ‘Johns’ as she liked to call them.

Her ‘Johns’ paid her well to meet up with them and have sex on the regular.

Some of them wined and dined her then they’d go and have sex at the end of their date.

She claimed it wasn’t as bad as it sounded, and that it was actually fun because she got to dine at places she’d never heard about before.

It was the whole physical sex for money part for me though.

I wasn’t comfortable with it at all, but that was the beauty of OnlyFans.

It allowed for you to link up with people on a one-on-one basis which could be anything from having actual intercourse to just things as innocent as pictures.

Then there were the occasional super freaks like this one guy that paid me two hundred dollars to send him a video of me wearing a pair of panties.

I had to masturbate then cum in them. He wanted me to make sure I saturated them with my juices then I had to take them off and put them in an envelope in front of him that I later had to mail to him.

It was the creepiest, craziest shit I was ever asked to do, but that was the type of stuff that Trista and I chose to expose ourselves to.

Being a sex worker wasn’t for the weak at heart.

You had to have thick skin, and you had to be hella comfortable in your skin.

You basically had to have an “I’m that bitch”, type of attitude.

If you weren’t confident with yourself, you wouldn’t be able to put yourself out there like we were expected to do.

The raunchier the better because you could make more money.

The sex industry is a gold mine. Sex would always sell and because it’s considered the black market, you could tax and make a killing in the game.

What I enjoyed about it was the attention that I got from both men and women.

Even though I’d sometimes have to deal with a hating ass female trying to come for my body some type of way, the positive attention outweighed the negative.

I was a very curvy person but lean at the same time.

I was lucky enough to only have weight in the areas that mattered most such as my breasts, hips, and ass.

My hips were spread just right. I was very confident in my body, so I was cool with being a very sexual person.

I was most in my element when I showed it off.

I knew I was the shit, and I made sure that I was never caught slacking in the looks department.

My hair, nails, makeup, and outfits were always on fleek.

Niggas loved me, and bitches hated me, and that was just how it was.

My parents would have killed me if they knew I was a sex worker, but I did it anyway.

I thrived off of the attention that I got from it, and as long as there was no penetration, it wasn’t that bad.

Both of my parents were prudes so I knew they wouldn’t feel the same way.

I only had sex with guys that I was in relationships with, not randoms from the internet.

I didn’t have a reason to have any regrets for the things that I did.

I stood there frozen in my tracks staring at the guy that Trista had pointed to.

He looked a lot like Reggie. When he glanced at me and we locked eyes for a few seconds, I continued to stare at him.

Then when he looked at me again and quickly glanced away, I continued to stare until he had no choice but to look at me again.

When he glanced to the pregnant chick that was with him, then looked back at me with a weird look, I had seen enough to know that it was indeed Reggie.

It was obvious that he recognized me because he was looking at me like he was caught up and ready to vomit.