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“Or a mafia kingpin,” I suggested with a laugh.

Chris shrugged. “Or a CEO of a Fortune 500 company who secretly owns a publishing company and a helicopter.”

“He’s not Christian Gray, Chris.”

“You don’t know that,” he said as the bell rang. “All right, well, this has been fun but duty calls,” he said as he pushed himself out of my chair.

The sounds of chattering teens filled the hallways, and I sighed, grabbing my phone and sliding it in my pocket.

“Keep me posted, Evans!” he said as he hit the doorframe with his palm on the way out.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said with a wave, as students started to pour in.

CHAPTER 6

Eric

“Fifteen minutes to show time,”I say to myself as I set my timer.

I hadn’t slept the best the night before, and felt like I’d been dragging ass all day because of it.

But I guess Cinderella wasn’t the only one who turned into a pumpkin after midnight.

I set about to setting my scene, making sure everything in my bedroom was clean. No photos on the nightstands, the covers freshly made and the pillows set just right.

I even made sure the floor was clear of any and all dust, and then I went about setting the lights by using an app on my phone. I didn’t film in my room often, but like I said, I was dragging ass.

Plus my AC unit in the studio was on the fritz again, which meant until I got a replacement part installed, I’d be filming in my room since it had good lighting, and of course, a bed.

I crawled onto my bed, leaning back against the pillows for a moment, in nothing but my black boxer briefs. A quick glance at my phone told me I had ten minutes till I went live. Which was just enough time for me to get comfortable.

I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander in my daily prep ritual as I slid my hand over my soft cock, pulling and tugging as I controlled my breath.

I had a myriad of fantasies that usually did the trick, and I tried to keep my prep fantasies on a rotating basis.

Today, it was a tall, sexy man in glasses, wearing khakis and a button down, staring down at me, telling me the only way to pass his class was if I did some extra credit.

I’d had this fantasy since college, when I developed a crush on my Art History teacher.

He was straight though, so that extra credit would have landed me in the Dean’s office, no doubt.

But a mancoulddream, right?”

I rubbed my chub through my briefs as the fantasy took hold. My viewers liked to be teased before the big reveal, and I noticed if I showed up with a visible tent first, prolonged the reveal a little, I got more likes and comments, which pushed the algorithm more.

Plus, I knew all my good angles.

I imagined Professor Hot Ass smacking his hand with a pointer stick, telling me if I didn’tbegon my knees, he was going to strike me.

And then the strangest thing happened; Professor Hot Ass shifted in appearance.

In his place was Riley, the man who’d beat me at pool and nearly put an end to my moneymaker last night.

Who apparently had a thing for kinky audiobooks and needed a date to the school dance.

I mean... wedding.

But he did have that khaki wearing, studio professor vibe to him that I was totally into.

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