All this has been useful too because Only Fans wants its creators to be sexy. Sure, there are some folks who tell jokes on-line, or who make deep, in-depth content on meditation and “finding the inner heart.” But I’d say that ninety-nine percent of the girls on OF are putting out sexy content because that’s what sells. It’s what our customers want, and it’s the easiest and fastest way to make money.
But still, how do I explain this to Mr. Purdy? God, it’s already embarrassing enough that I have to ask him to be my photographer, but at the same time, his services genuinely are needed. I can’t leave my fans hanging for ten days because they’lldesert me. These guys are hungry for content, and they’ll cancel their subscriptions if I don’t feed their addiction. A steady slew of sexy photos and videos are needed, and if I don’t provide, then I’ll lose my income.
So I take another deep breath and look Rick straight in the eye.
“Again, I appreciate your generosity Mr. Purdy, but it’s not necessary. I’ve got a good thing going, and I’m grateful for what Only Fans has done for me and my mom. Sally is able to rest in peace and quiet after her chemo treatments, and we’re able to afford extras too. I can buy her the brand name cereal that she likes, instead of the generic, and we’re able to add a few extra hours to her home health care aide. Priscilla has been wonderful through all of this, and it’s my OF income that makes it possible to retain her for twelve hours, or even overnight when my mom goes for her infusions. It’s made a world of difference because otherwise I’d have to miss a lot of school.”
“Of course,” Rick nods thoughtfully, rubbing his square jaw with one hand. “I didn’t think of that.”
“That’s okay,” I say in a gentle tone. “Why would you think of it? Nobody knows what caretaking is like until they’re actually called to action themselves. But yes, I can’t overstate how draining this has been for us. Yet my mom deserves the best, and I want to give it to her,” I say fiercely. “Sally raised me as a single parent, and I’ll be forever grateful to her.”
The billionaire nods, resting his palm on my forearm. His hand is so big and my arm so small that it looks like he could break it in half with a mere squeeze of his fingers. But Rick is gentle as he smiles.
“It’s fine,” he rasps, making eye contact. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll be sure to cover the cost. Actually, that’s probably too cumbersome. Do you want me to make a check out to you, and use that money as expenses crop up? Would that work?”
A thrill runs through me as my insides go hot and weak because this man is so kind. I feel protected, as if I can finally exhale and relax after a long and arduous period as my mother’s caretaker. Not only that, but Rick’s blue eyes exude understanding, and his big fingers are gentle as they caress my arm. I even feel warm sitting next to the huge man, like he’s a sun bathing me in heat, warming me from the inside out.
But he’s not the sun. He’s a male animal, and he’s aware of me because from the corner of my eye, I see his groin twitch, and then the shadow of something at his knee. Unobtrusively, I peek from the corner of my eye and my stomach clenches because I know what it is:it’s his dick. Mr. Purdy is turned on and his club is so big and huge that it literally extends beyond the hem of his swim trunks so that it touches his knee. OMG!
My heart races as my eyes go wide. Everywhere feels hot suddenly, but especially my pelvis as I realize that as much as I’m attracted to the CEO, he’s attracted to me too. Suddenly, I’m conscious of how much skin I’m showing, and how skimpy my bikini is. Of course it’s skimpy because I was going to take some raunchy pictures by the pool, but now it seems even smaller and practically transparent.
Get a hold of yourself, Jenna,the voice in my head warns.This man controls the purse strings and you and your mom need him. It’s imperative to play your cards carefully.
Of course, my subconscious is right in every aspect. Rick isn’t just my mom’s boss. He’s also our benefactor, our blank check,and our guardian angel. I can’t risk alienating the handsome billionaire.
But on the other hand, desperate times call for desperate measures, and I’m tired. Sally’s illness has dragged on for months now, and I feel deflated from the constant despair circulating in our apartment. It hangs like a heavy miasma whenever I get her medications ready, or even when I push her wheelchair outside for some sunshine. It pains me to see Sally grimacing with discomfort, and I feel physically ill when I clean out the buckets after she’s had another vomiting spell.
So I want to do this. I want to let go in front of the billionaire, and to be naughty for a bit. I want to explore the pleasure that Rick Purdy can provide because I know the CEO will bring me to the highest heights … before letting me soar off a cliff and into infinity.
3
Rick
Holy fuck. I can hardly believe this is happening, but it is. It seems that my beautiful ward has been putting up naughty photos and videos of herself for a hungry male audience. It seems that Jenna’s no innocent doe. Instead, she’s a worldly wise woman who knows how to use her curves to magnificent effect.
Still, I have a hard time reconciling that knowledge with the young woman before me. Sure, the young woman is luscious and ripe. Sure, her nipples are peaked as they push against the thin red fabric of her bikini top, and her thighs are thick and golden, her pussy barely covered by the vee of her g-string. Yet her expression is innocent and very unsure. She looks at me with ocean blue eyes, biting her plush bottom lip.
“So will you help me, Mr. Purdy?” she murmurs, as if expecting me to refuse. “I know this comes as a surprise, and we’re more than grateful for your financial assistance. But my Only Fansaccount is something that belongs to me, and that I have full control over. It’s something that I’ve worked hard to bring to fruition, and I don’t want to stop now.”
I think for a moment because as Jenna’s soon-to-be guardian, I should say no. Hell, even if I weren’t going to be her guardian, I should still say no because putting racy pictures of yourself up online is playing with fire. Everybody knows there’s no anonymity these days, and that anyone can find anything. Hell, a seventh grade boy in Indiana likely makes millions masquerading as a sexy cyber chick, making millions from middle-aged men who’ve fallen prey to the illusion.
But Jenna is real, and although I desperately want to be a part of this scheme, I can’t.
“Jenna, no,” I say in a low voice. “I’ll cover everything. There’s no need for you and Sally to worry about money. I have plenty of cash, and I can pay for end-of-life care?—”
My words hit a painful spot, and the young woman literally begins to cry.
“Jenna, I’m so sorry,” I apologize, my voice deep as a I put a big hand on her slim shoulder to comfort her. “You know that I only want what’s best for you, and I didn’t mean to bring up end-of-life issues?—”
To my consternation, she only cries harder, tears wetting her pale pink cheeks.
“But that’s what you don’t get, Mr. Purdy,” the young woman sobs, her big breasts shaking within the thin fabric of her bikini top. “This is forme!” she says in a fierce voice, looking up at me directly. “All this stuff about Sally’s illness has drained me. I feel so tired every day caring for my mother, even though she triesnot to complain. I feel so tired managing her appointments and medications, and seeing her struggle through discomfort and pain. Yes, I started my Only Fans account because we needed the extras the income could buy, but it became something more. It became a way for me to assert myself, and to prove to myself that I could be something.”
I take a deep breath because obviously, this is a delicate moment.
“Yes, you’re asserting yourself, but there are other ways to assert yourself too,” I begin.
“Like what?” she demands through hiccups. “Working at Burger King? Putting on a green apron and pulling shots at Starbucks? What are you talking about?”
