Page 49 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“Well, she did go out withyou.”

“That’s exactly what Isla said.”

“So,isshe crazy?” I raise my eyebrows. “Because I mean-”

“She went out with me because I’m obviously an amazing human being.”

“Ah, yes. How could I forget?” I pull out my phone and hand it over. “Can you?”

Brody doesn’t need any explanation. He snaps a photo of me holding my beer and staring at the camera without smiling. When he hands the phone back, I take a few minutes to create a post.

“What’s the caption this time?”

“Get on your knees and beg,” I reply without looking up.

“Clever.”

“I don’t need to be clever. I need to be hot.” I look up and grin. “Which I am.”

“Your fans need to get glasses.”

“Probably,” I snort.

Part of my online persona includes financial domination, though not the most extreme kind that some women, like Honey Dee Vine’s roommate, get into. It makes me uneasy to really do what are known as wallet drains–an entire session of texting or a phone or video call where I demand more and more money. When I first started posting, several fans wanted to send me their hard-earned money, to worship me, so I went along with it. Six years later, those kinds of tributes account for a big chunk of the money I bring in.

As the bartender sets down the basket of bready goodness with two huge cups of spicy mustard, I set my phone down. I’m the first to reach for a pretzel bite, dipping it in the mustard and popping it into my mouth. I instantly regret it. I forget just howspicythe spicy mustard is here. I love it, but my mouth is already on fire.

“What’s your schedule like this week?” asks Brody.

I have to finish chewing the enormous doughball in my mouth before I respond and Brody takes a moment to pull his phone out for photo evidence of my shame.

“We can’t just forget that happened?” I choke once the pretzel is gone.

“Nope. I'm sending that to Isla later.” He slips his phone back into his pocket. “Schedule?”

“Mostly filming this week, so I’ll be out a lot during the day.”

“You know I don’t mind it when you work from home, right?” Brody asks, taking a pretzel bite and picking up only a small amount of the mustard.Smartass.

“You spoil me.”

12

Sophie

“Holy forking shirt balls.” Natalie is sitting on the couch, staring at me and trying not to gape. “He actually made you come?”

“Yep.” It’s all I can say. I’m still in shock myself.

“And you lied. Why didn’t you tell him you came all over his stupid face?”

“He’s kinda hot,” I mutter.

“Why didn’t you tell him you came all over his hot, stupid face?”

I shoot Natalie a stern look, but she doesn’t back down.

“Because,” I sigh, “his hot, stupid face was already really smug and I didn’t like it. I was about to stroke his cock, I didn’t need to do the same to his ego.”

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