Which, by some miracle, was actually included in the listing price.
There were a few cracks in the walls, and the previous tenant had left the place in a horrid lime green that made my head ache,in need of an immediate coat of paint. But there was something here, for sure.
Good bones,I think that's what the people on those house flipper shows usually said, at least.
A little bit of decor, a firm hand evicting some spiders, and some lighting that wasn’t the buzzy fluorescents overhead, and this place could really be avibe.
And, I wouldn’t even be standing here on the dusty blue carpet—both in color and cleanliness—if it wasn’t for the pack.
I couldn’t believe how much money that stream had cleared. I knew that Tara did well with her raunchier content, that I could be making a lot more if I wanted to do more than softcore… but until last week, I didn’t realize exactly how much of a wage disparity we had.
Her alpha was fuckingloaded. I assumed all the last-minute vacations and fancy clothes were presents. Consider me triple jealous that she not only had the relationship that I wanted—an adoring alpha and a bond—but was also making her own money too?
Bad bitch moves.
I’d always stuck to a strategy that was about the parasocially emotional connection. Teasing and taunting more than offering up a 4K view of my pussy online. I knew it was making me less money, but if I’d known it was studio space-level kind of dollars, I probably would’ve fingered my ass and bought a new car forever ago.
It definitely wasn't something planned to do all the time, but I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t see the appeal and wasn’t sorely tempted to make a career change. At least temporarily… But, SLCK'd streaming wasn't where I wanted to be forever. And I didn’t want to get used to the thrill of easy cash flow. It’d served its purpose to get me through college and supplement me while I was getting used to being a single-income household again.
The math, though? It was tempting.
I could easily pay for all the equipment I’d need with just a few more nights like that. Have butts in seats several months ahead of schedule.
Be making my fucking game.
Would they watch again?I wondered, my mind wandering as the leasing agent talked me through the neighborhood.
I wasn’t sure I’d have the courage to do something like that if it wasn’t for their coaxing and praise. And, if I was honest… the idea of them watching me together was so addictive that I needed to replace it with something else immediately or I was going to be perfuming everywhere.
When I got off stream last night to that photo of Joon's hand, well… I had toget offagain in the shower.
We’d texted a bit this morning, but it was casual. The weather, how we slept, that kind of thing. I wanted to ask if they’d liked it, if they’d fucked while watching me like I’d been fantasizing about while I made myself cum for them over and over again, but it felt a bit like crossing the line.
I wasn’t their girlfriend; I was an entertainer. Knowing them IRL didn’t change that.
Even if I’d spent my heat with their pack.
And even if Joon and I had mostly made up since the club…. I didn’t know where I stood with either of them as far as flirting went, and inserting myself into their relationship didn't feel like a good way to open that channel of communication back up.
Especially not after making out with both of them within twenty-four hours.
That didn’t stop me from delving into the realm of possibility, though, my fantasies extending beyond the stream into my memories of Halloween.
The way they touched each other was somagnetic.
Indi's hands raking through Joon's hair, forcing themselves down the omega’s throat.
"Do you have any more questions?" the agent asked, offering me the kind of annoyed yet still polite smile that told me she’d asked more than once.
"Could I get the application?" I asked, clearing my throat. “And I need to send you the proof of funds, right?”
Come on, Eva, be a professional for like, five seconds.
"Yes, if you just write down your e-mail, I'll get it sent to you."
She passed me her clipboard and pen, and I scribbled down my information before handing it back.
"Thank you. What did you want to use the space for again? A tech start-up, right?"
