7. Cassidy

I checkto make sure the camera"s in the perfect spot, one that won"t give away any details about my real name or where I am. The skimpy lingerie I"m wearing is already enough of a risk, but I don"t care. If I want to make good money, I have to do things that aren't going to be comfortable, and I refuse to be in debt to my asshole ex any longer than I have to be.

Desperate times and all that.

But as I sit here in front of my laptop, opening the recording software with clammy fingers and a racing heart, I can"t help but feel a sense of what the fuck am I doing? creeping over me. This is a bad idea.

A terrible fucking idea.

Maybe the worst idea I've ever had.

It was the first time I did it a couple of weeks ago. It still is now.

What if someone I know finds out?

But what other choice do I have?

I owe Roman twenty grand and until I pay it off, he"s always going to own some part of me. The cheating asshole doesn"t get that right. So, what"s a little light porn between friends?

Or OnlyFans in this case.

Before I hit record, I set up my phone against my nightstand, sprawl out on my bed adjusting my angles and snap a couple of teaser photos. I'm in a black lace and mesh one piece that makes me feel sexy and highlights all my best parts while hiding the worst.

Then I post it with the caption, "I know what you want to see, but I"m not sure you can handle it. #teaser."

Before I exit the website, I decide to check in on my last video and I'm not sure whether to be grossed out and horrified or impressed by what I find in the comments section.

LordOfLust:holy shit that pussy looks tight af.

HottieHunter420:I got 100 bucks in my pocket and I"m down to party, baby. U up for a 1 on 1?

MrNasty69:I"ll come in your mouth and you"ll swallow it like a good little whore.

SirBangsALot:I bet you like it rough, slut

Cockzilla:Look at that ass. Damn, I wanna tap that.

I respond to exactly none of them and try to pretend like all those pervs aren't about to watch me get myself off again.

I swallow hard and click record, trying to ignore the way my stomach flips as I straighten up and saunter into the frame, swaying my hips as seductively as I can. I"ve never actually tried to be sexy before I started this account, so I"m pretty sure I look like an awkward disaster, but whatever. Maybe that"s someone"s kink.

When I start to run my hands over my body and pretend like I love it, I try to focus on the money and not the fact that I"m about to show my tits to strangers on the internet.

It"s just business.

And if it means getting rid of Roman, it"s worth it.

If The Sin Bin wasn"t my father's legacy, I"d have let it go instead of borrowing money from my twatwaffle ex. But it's all I have left of my parents, and after five years of my uncle running it for me while I fulfilled the requirements of the trust so I could inherit it, it needed major upkeep.

So, here I am, using my assets to set myself free of a debt I shouldn't have had to take on, but life's not fucking fair. I should"ve just done this from the start, but Roman was way too jealous to tolerate sharing me this way.

Ironic, considering I found him fucking a puck bunny in the bathroom of my own goddamn bar.

While I was working.

But whatever.

I'm super over it.

As I slip out of the top of my black lacy bra and let my breasts fall free, I"m surprised when I feel a sense of excitement building inside me.

Maybe I can make a lot of money and get rid of Roman for good.

And maybe, just maybe, I"ll finally be free to live my life the way I want to.

Without any cheating assholes holding what I owe them over my head and with enough money to fulfill my dad's dream of adding a restaurant to his bar.

So, as I stand in front of my laptop and show off my tits, I can"t help but give a seductive smile that I actually mean while I pluck at my nipples and put on a show for the camera.

This might turn out to be pretty fun… if I ignore the gross comments.

And it"s going to be profitable, damn it.

I have nice tits, long, toned legs, and an ass I"ve done thousands of squats to plump up.

I just hope no one I know ever finds out what I"m doing, though. That would be a disaster.

Can you imagine the hordes of hockey players and fans that could find me at my bar and harass me over this shit? Thinking I owe them a piece of me because they pay to see my content?

But as I pull off my panties and lean back on the bed, spreading my legs for the camera, showing off my surprisingly wet pussy for anyone who wants to see it, I'm a little bit excited about what could happen next.

Who knew I had an exhibitionist kink?

Maybe this is exactly what I need to get myself out of this mess and start living life on my own terms again. It feels like since my family died, I"ve been living in the shadow of their memory, trying to grasp on to any small wisp of them to keep them close. Especially because it's my fault they're dead.

But maybe it"s time to let go.

And maybe this OnlyFans thing will be exactly what I need to do it.

I run my fingers through the outside of my wet pussy, imagining what it would be like if Hayden was on the other side of the screen watching me instead of some random strangers. I can"t help but wonder if there"s a chance he"d actually want me for real.

Not as a game or a conquest, but me. To keep.

He"s hot as hell, and the way he looks at me makes me feel like I"m the only girl in the world. Which is crazy because he's a hockey player and monogamy is about three syllables too many for most of them to comprehend. But the intensity of his gaze is almost too much to handle sometimes. I can"t deny that it turns me on more than anything else I've ever experienced.

Maybe he could be a fun distraction from this whole Roman thing.

But as I spread my legs wider and slip two fingers inside myself, moaning for the camera and hoping I"m putting on a good show, I wish it was Hayden here with me right now.

His fingers inside of me.

And that scares the everloving fuck out of me.

One of my hands twists in the sheets and I rub my clit with the other, picturing Hayden"s weight pinning me down, his calloused fingers rough against my clit and circling my throat as I climb higher and higher toward an orgasm that feels so good I can barely breathe.

And then I come.

Hard.

I moan as I rub my clit faster, feeling my pussy clench around my fingers while I imagine what it would be like to have Hayden Vaughn inside of me, filling me up and making me feel things I"ve never felt before.

He's got that big dick energy that means he knows how to use what's in his pants and god I want him to do unspeakable things to me with it.

Fuck.

A second orgasm rolls right in after the first, and it's so hard my vision blacks out and I swear I'm floating above my body for a couple of seconds that seem to stretch on forever. Until reality slams back into me.

Finally, I come down from the high, breathing hard and feeling a little embarrassed about what just happened, and I realize this is going to be a lot more complicated than I thought.

I crawl off the bed and stumble over to the laptop to stop the recording, feeling a little dizzy and a lot confused about how much I just enjoyed that.

Maybe there"s something to this sex video thing after all.

I'm pretty sure that epic orgasm had nothing to do with the camera on me and more about the guy who's taken over my brain like a virus. And I wonder if Hayden will ever find out what I"m doing or if he"ll even care.

And if he does, what he"ll do about it.

I shiver as butterflies take flight in my stomach at the prospect of getting under his skin. Forcing him to react. Seeing how far I can push him.

Because with him, it"s impossible to know what"s coming next.

After I move on from this new discovery about myself and do a quick edit, I hit upload on the video and slam the laptop closed.

I need to shower off what I just did.

I need to get a grip.

Hayden Vaughn is not my problem.

I"m stronger than this.

At least I think I am.

While I wash away the evidence of my Only Fans debut, I let my mind drift, and I wonder if I"ve gotten myself into something way bigger than I can handle. Something that might end up biting me in the ass eventually. It's one thing to get out of my situation with Roman, but another to create a whole other problem.

Guess I'll worry about it if it happens.

I get dressed, hating myself for picking out something cute, hoping Hayden stops into the bar despite it being the Anchors" night off. After styling my hair into loose waves and swiping on a coating of mascara, I lock up and walk the three blocks to my bar.

When I get there, I grit my teeth and think about turning around and forgetting about my responsibilities for one night so I can avoid the guy I can't stop thinking about. Maybe Lila can handle it just this once? But no, I don"t run away from the hard shit, so I square my shoulders and stomp on, trying to move past my dreaded ex who"s decided, for whatever reason, to insert himself back into my life.

Literally.

Roman"s waiting for me outside The Sin Bin, leaning against his stupidly expensive car with a smirk on his face and a cup of coffee in his hand. Of course, the dick wouldn't bring one for me. "Hey, Beautiful."

"What do you want?" I ask, brushing past him and unlocking the door.

He follows me inside, not bothering to wait for an invitation, setting his coffee on the counter as he leans over and grabs my arm. "You"re not going to be so cold to me forever, babe. Eventually you need to get over this little tantrum."

I yank away from him and glare. "Don"t fucking touch me. And it's not a tantrum. You fucked someone else, so go be with her. You disgust me."

He laughs like he didn't hear a word I just said. I hate that it's deep and smooth and used to give me goosebumps. Now it's like nails on a chalkboard and I grit my teeth. "There"s that fire that I always loved."

I roll my eyes. This narcissistic asshole doesn"t know how to love anyone but himself. "Get out of my bar, Roman."

"Not until we talk," he says, crossing his arms over his chest. "You need to pay up, Cass."

"I don"t have your fucking money yet, okay?" I snap. "So stop harassing me and let me do my job so I can get it to you."

He sighs and shakes his head. "You don"t have a choice, babe. Either you get me my money or you find another way to pay me." He reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling it to his hard chest and dragging it down over his muscles. I have to give it to the guy. He"s fit as hell. He also knows it, which makes him a thousand times less attractive.

His gaze softens, but there"s a calculating glint in his eyes. "You could always let me take you out, remind you how good we could be together. I"ll knock off five grand."

He says it like it"s supposed to be enticing, but mostly I just want to kick him in the balls for treating me like a whore. How is it he can make me feel so cheap and worthless after he fucked someone else behind my back? Probably a lot of someone"s if I"m being honest with myself. I try not to think about it.

But I"m not letting him win this time. I'm never letting him win. "If you wanted to be with me, Roman, you probably shouldn't have fucked someone else."

He sighs like I'm the difficult one while he checks his reflection in the glass behind the bar. "I can't believe you're still mad about that."

"No, I"m not mad. I'd have to care to be mad, and I don't," I say, yanking away from him again and heading for the back room. "But you and your STD riddled dick need to go find a new hunting ground, got it? I really don"t need your shit today. Or ever."

He follows me, and I feel his gaze lingering on my ass as I walk away. Not wanting to be trapped in the back room with him, I change course and head to the entrance. I stop by the door and he grabs his coffee off the bar. "Go out with me. My offer still stands. I'll knock five grand off what you owe me for one date. Last chance."

I rip the door open and stand by it radiating all kinds of fuck off energy. "Get out," I say, shoving him out onto the sidewalk and slamming the door in his face, flicking the lock. But as I lean against it, breathing hard and trying to calm down, I wonder why the hell I ever took the money from him in the first place.

Oh, right. Desperation.

I need to pay him off ASAP and then permanently kick his ass out of my life. Maybe get a restraining order since apparently my ex isn't a great listener.

All I know is I'm so ready to be done with entitled douchebag hockey players.