“Keep talking to me like that and I’ll have you back in bed in a minute,” he growls. “But you didn’t think that having an avid customer fan base meant that sex is important? That it’s something that makes the human existence worthwhile?”
I pause, just thinking about his question.
“Yes, I see what you’re saying. I mean, I have customers who tip hundreds every time I release content, so they must be addicted to my photos and videos. But I guess I just see my Only Fans as ajob. I know it sounds crazy because how can you compare being a sexy content creator to something like scooping ice cream or pulling shots? But I guess I’ve manufactured a wall in my head where I think of myself as Jenna May, professional, versus the real Jenna May, a girl with feelings. You have to have a tough skin in this industry,” I add in a low tone. “There are guys who will take you down.”
Again, Rick frowns, his handsome features pulling downwards.
“What do you mean?” he growls, shoulders stiffening. “I’ll rip them a new asshole if they’re?—”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that. I’ve never met any of my customers. It’s just that they think that the woman on screen is the real Jenna May, and they ask me on dates in real life. Of course, I say no, but then they get aggressive and angry. What happens next is ugly.”
“You mean, they berate you.”
“Yeah, definitely,” I shrug. “It’s part of the business. Almost all female content creators suffer from this because the guys can’t tell fantasy from reality. They know that I’m on the other side of a screen, and that I’m putting up a front which they pay money to see. I’m not going to meet them in real life. But somehow, that line can blur in their heads, and when the rejection comes, that’s when they start getting abusive.”
Rick is silent.
“I think Iwillrip them a new asshole,” he says when he finally speaks. “It sounds about right for these dudes.”
“No, they’d cower and tremble if they actually met you, Rick,” I tease lightly. “You’re a true alpha male while I think a lot ofthese guys are incels, to be honest. They expect women to be subjugated and have completely been brainwashed by that “red pill” ideology.”
Rick shakes his head, his expression dark.
“Goddamn.”
“I know, and to be honest, I don’t think I’m not a fault,” I say in a slow voice. “Pardon the double negative, but I think I’ve made mistakes too.”
My handsome lover pulls me into his lap, my curvy form balancing against his hardness.
“In what way?” he rasps against my ear before pressing his lips to my throat. “In my eyes, you could never make a mistake.”
“Oh you!” I squeal, my pulse racing at his heat and closeness. Rick is such a gorgeous hunk of man, with his broad chest, bronzed skin, and sculpted features that I feel faint when I’m this close. But I force myself to answer. “I think it’s just the overall objectification of women, and I’ve contributed to it.”
“You mean, by being a creator?”
I nod slowly, biting my lower lip.
“Yeah, because you know how they say how internet porn literally changes the re-wiring in young men’s minds. Heck, probably not even just in young men, but any guy who’s watching my vids. They get unrealistic ideas on how to treat women, and have no idea how to date, or even how to act around a living, breathing female.”
Rick frowns again, pulling me closer to his broad chest. His arms are thick and muscular, and I feel so safe with him.
“In what way?” he growls, his voice so deep that I can feel the rumble beneath me. “Like they forget how to speak?”
“No, no,” I say with a smile. “Although maybe I shouldn’t be surprised if they do. No, what I’ve heard is that a lot of porn is pretty crazy these days, and there’s a lot of choking, slapping, and humiliation in even regular scenes. So men think that that’s what women want in real life because that’s what they see on screen. But what they don’t realize that the actors and actresses are doing their jobs. They’re acting. Maybe some of it is improvised, but the users don’t know, and don’t care. They consume hundreds of hours of the gonzo stuff, and come out with bloodshot eyes and their heads filled with nonsense.”
“And their balls drained, most likely,” Rick drawls in a sardonic voice. “I have no doubt that these dudes are losers in real life and depend on OF to get them off.”
“Yeah, probably,” I say in a soft voice. “But I should be nicer because these are my customers. They pay a ton of money, and I have a lot of freedom because of that money. Money gives you choices, which a poor girl doesn’t have much of.”
“Yes, but now you have me,” Rick growls in my ear, pulling me so close that I’m plastered against his broad chest again. “You don’t need to perform if you don’t want to.”
I push against that massive wall playfully.
“But we just filmed hours of content together! And I’m leveling up because I’ve never had a man in my photos or videos before, so if anything, this is going to be a golden period for my channel.”
Rick shrugs his broad shoulders.
“Sweetheart, I’ll never tell you what to do or not to do when it comes to your career. I’m proud of you, and this is real work, just like any other work. But I also don’t love the fact that there are dogs out there who jack off to your sassy curves, even if that’s the whole point.”
