Page 2 of Riley

I wanted to walk down the street with someone respectable, some modern-day prince charming with a cup of coffee, I wanted to wake up next to a man who wasn’t going to leave after breakfast and never come back.

I drained the last bit of my coffee as my notifications went off on my phone one after the other.

No doubt the masses were all commenting their praise and dirty thoughts, as I’d only just posted my latest video an hour ago, right before I left for this blind date my friend, Julie,insistedI go on.

I found it easier to try and get to know a guy if I unloaded a round first. I wasn’t one of those guys who could go multiple rounds when I was performing, despite my stamina training. Maybe when I was in college I could pull that off, but now, I needed a break in between, partially because it took a lot of focus and concentration—as well as training—to be able to perform at the level my subscribers required, and to get a good, full shot for the camera.

Which is why I only posted once a week now instead of the two or three times a week I posted when I started my OF.

I got up, headed to the trash to pitch my coffee as a text came in among the strings of OF notifications.

Buried beneath the “I want that all over me,” and the “need someone to suck that?” comments, Julie’s bright purple icon blinked at me.

I’m waiting...

I huffed a sigh as I texted her back.

Yeah, me too. Your mark never showed.

I casually strolled to my black Benz—the first big purchase I’d made after I switched from amateur camming to the big leagues and opened my OF. I’d worked my ass off—well, my cock off too—to have the things I did. My townhome, my car, my top of the line sneaker collection.

But once men heardhowI’d made a living for myself—despite the fact my job actually consisted of more than just coming on camera every day—their damn balls disappeared and suddenly I became a damn leper, and most of them just never called me again.

Julie typed away.

What? Are you sure?

I rolled my eyes as the car unlocked, picking up on the signal from the keys in my pocket.

I arrived ten minutes early so I could get my coffee, and just left. I waited for a half hour, Jules. No one approached me.

I’d even worn my “nice” blazer, the purple velvet one that made me look sophisticated, yet stylish.

It was easy to pick out a bright purple jacket amidst the muted tones of Jasper Springs’s average population, which was why I’d chosen it.

I started the car, feeling defeated.

You didn’t tell him about the OF, did you?

I hoped Julie had remembered to keep her mouth shut. Lord knew, when she got to talking sometimes, shit just sliped out.

Of course I didn’t. You asked me not to.She responded, quickly adding,I told him you work in social media.

That was the understatement of the year.

My shoulders fell as anxiety crept in.

It was a small town, what were the odds they looked me up?

That maybe they already knew?

Slim, probably, but not zero.

I was careful to keep my public profile separate from my OF, but if someone really wanted to dig around, I’m sure they could find out what myself-owned businesswas.

Oh well. Another one bites the dust, I guess.

Guess I’m just chopped liver then.I texted back.

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