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All I know is when my dad texts later to tell me he’s taking Leslie on a little honeymoon, and I need to get home tonight in case Rayne needs anything, my dick gets rock hard.

Screw going to Tucson to work on my legal problems.

Me and the runt home alone for the weekend.

Game. On.

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Rayne

My back hurts from sleeping on the floor all week. I seriously hate my stepbrother.

I couldn’t be more thrilled when Logan decides to take my mom on a belated, impromptu honeymoon. I didn’t realize I was the reason he didn’t take her before, but when he told me he asked Wilde to come back tonight so I wasn’t home alone, I immediately texted Wilde myself.

Do not come back on my account. I don’t need a babysitter.

He replies immediately:Oh, but you do.

I can’t decide if he’s actually coming back or just being a dick. It’s hard to figure out his motivation for anything.

I think it’s because he doesn’t actually know where he is in his own head.

I’m not sure he even knows how he ended up back in Wolf Ridge. It’s like it just happened to him. He seems to feel little responsibility or remorse for it. Even with getting thrown out of the pack hanging over his head, he doesn’t seem to be all that motivated to solve his problems.

Yet, at the same time, he’s doing everything his dad demands, like a good little wolf.

I don’t get it.

I really don’t.

I especially don’t get what his deal is with me. Does he hate me? Is he attracted? Is this all a weird dominance game to him? Something an alpha wolf who’s not quite in his power yet has to enact with the weaker pack members around him?

I enjoy the afternoon to myself and use the time alone to paint my toenails and make a bunch more foot videos. When I’m finished, I schedule them to post in my Patreon account, then I open up my schedule for privates.

Once more, Footlover352 books in.

But the sessions aren’t enjoyable to me. They’re something I get through, that’s all. They pay the big bucks, and I need all the money I can make. I have eighty-five hundred dollars saved up already. If I keep up at this rate, I will totally have enough for room and board and the remainder of my tuition next year.

I plan to continue this work while in college to get myself through. Hey, some women strip to get through school. Some of us with cute, tiny feet make foot porn. It’s still an honest days’ work, no matter how much others judge.

After dinner–I was freaking ravenous again–I start the session with Footlover352. I’m wearing the Manolo’s he bought me. I use an online wishlist that doesn’t give out my address to my fans. The shoes ship straight to the house, which is fine, because I’m the one who’s home to get the mail.

I prance around and dirty talk with Footlover352. I give him exactly thirty minutes. “Okay, time’s up.”

“Not yet,” he says quickly. “I’ll pay for another session.”

Gah. I should take the money. I definitely need it. I waffle for a moment then agree. Who knows when I’ll have time alone again. I need to use it while I can.

“Fine.” I set the timer for another thirty minutes.

“I’ll give you five hundred dollars if you mail me those shoes,” he offers.

I scoff. “But then I would be out my five hundred dollar shoes. That’s hardly a bargain, is it?”

“A thousand,” he rushes to say. “I’ll give you one thousand dollars. Upfront. I’ll transfer it now. I want the shoes.Those shoes.The ones you wear forme.”

I can hardly turn down a thousand bucks, can I?

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