Page 81 of Fitch

“No faces,” Ky said. “And maybe.”

Shit.

“Maybe?” I asked. “Like, for real? Is this something we’re actually considering? Because when Dominic asked me to think about my future, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t thinking of Only Fans.”

Benji shrugged a shoulder. “Sex is what we do, right? We’re good at it, certainly not ashamed of it. And you wanna stop street work, right? You don’t want to have sex with any other man? Dominic doesn’t want you to keep working with other men, and same goes for Nolan and me. It could be a solution. That’s all I’m saying...”

I shook my head, unsure.

Tempted.

But unsure.

“I have some money now,” Benji added. “I can buy us a proper camera and a ring light, or whatever they’re called. And a laptop, and we can set up my room at the flat to use.”

Ky had his eyes closed again, face tilted to the sky, and he was smirking. “Pretty sure we all know some people who could sort out the legalities.”

“You know,” I tried, “when I said I was thinking of not being a hooker anymore, I kinda meant maybe stacking shelves at the supermarket.”

Benji laughed. “If you want to do that, I will support you one hundred percent. Just do me a favour and google how much money successful accounts on Only Fans make a month, then tell me if you still wanna stack shelves.”

Goddammit.

I picked up my phone and thumbed out a quick search...

“Holy fuck.”

Ky chuckled, and Benji nodded.

I held up two fingers. “Okay, two quick things. One, why haven’t we been doing this before now? And two, we’re gonna need a really cool Only Fans account name.”

Benji shook his head. “No, first thing we need to do is tell Nolan and Dominic.” He looked at Ky. “And your two NDA daddies.”

His only response was to crack his eyes open for half a second, then shrug. “If I’m not working the street, they won’t care.”

Would Dominic?

Probably not. Like Benji said, at least I wouldn’t be working with clients anymore.

I settled back down, using Ky as my personal body pillow. “I’m guessing we’re gonna have to watch each other’s videos, you know, for editing and stuff. Now, I’m cool with that, and I will totally understand if you guys get boners when you watch mine. No need to make it weird.”

Benji laughed. “Yeah, god forbidwemake it weird, Fitch.”

“I’ve seen you work before,” Ky said. “Believe me, no boners from me.”

“Hey,” I said, swatting him. “Be nice.” Though I probably deserved it for telling him to get fucked before. “When did you see me working?” I asked. “And I’ll tell you if it was some of my best work.”

Ky didn’t even have to think about it. “There was a BJ behind Mr. Stephanopoulos’s shop.”

Jesus Christ. That was like saying he saw me breathe. “You’re gonna need to be more specific.”

Benji laughed at that. “I saw you get railed by that old dude in the back of his Ford Focus.”

I shuddered. “God, I’d forgotten about that.”

Just thinking about all those times, all those strangers, all those impersonal transactions with men who’d then pretended to have never seen me as they walked off.

Made me think of Dominic and how opposite of that he was.

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