Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24

Eric

I stared at my set up, all the lights and equipment, as I hovered over my laptop, which I’d shut down abruptly.

It was like for the first time, they were foreign to me. Like they belonged to someone else.

Tears threatened the edges of my eyes as I slid to the floor, naked, drawing my knees to my chest.

Shame and guilt bloomed in the pit of my stomach.

I’d done my job. The same as I had the day before that, and the day before that.

What was different?

But I knew as I brushed away one of those burgeoning tears exactly what was different.

Because the entire time I performed, I was thinking about him. Closing my eyes, remembering his touch, his kiss, his smile. All of it.

I no longer derived pleasure from what I was doing, despite doing it well.

And the reality was, I hadn’t really enjoyed myself the way I did when I was with Riley, or when I thought about him, in a long time.

I looked around my room, at the closet full of designer clothes, my comfortable 1000 count Egyptian cotton sheets.

I’d built this life for myself, by myself, using little more than my looks and sex appeal, and a part of me had always been proud of that. That I was able to make my dreams come true with a little lube and my big cock.

But that night, I felt my dreams shift. I felt myself emerging from some sort of cum-covered cocoon.

I reached for my phone on the ledge of my desk.

The comments were still pouring in, and each one made my heart ache.

I didn’t want to hear strangers telling me how thirsty they were, or how they wished they could fuck me.

I wanted to hear Riley commanding me, begging me, whispering sweet nothings in my fucking ear like a lovesick puppy.

I swiped up on my screen, brushing past all the comments and tips, bringing up my messenger.

Reaching out for my lifeline, the one person who I thought could calm my sudden hurricane before I spiraled too far out of control.

My fingers shook as I typed out my text, setting a time for tomorrow.

I knew I was reaching, that it wasn’t what I really wanted to talk about.

I wanted to tell him the truth.

My fingers hovered over the keys as I thought about what to say, when his okay text came in.

I pursed my lips, staring at the text until another name came across my screen. One that didn’t text me very often.

Jordan.

I tapped the notification immediately.

I have a proposition for you. If you’re interested.

I twisted my lips. Not that I didn’t trust Jordan, but I was not in the mood to be someone’s stand in again, not right now.

But before I could answer, he texted me a damn novel.

Sticky and I have decided to start shifting our focus and look at more passive income streams. A friend of mine came to me with the idea of putting together a coaching course, kind of like a How-To on how to make bank on OF, but it wouldn’t just be OF. She’s looking for people who are good at content creation, and I thought maybe you might be interested in joining us. All the coaches are paid directly by her, so there’s no middle man or anything. All you need to do is create your course, and once it starts selling on the platform, you get a percentage of the sales from every customer, and you only need to like... engage with them if they have questions.

I stared at the screen for a moment, trying to process his words.

An OF course?

Like... teaching someone?

I had to admit, the idea intrigued me.

Though I was also curious as to what caused my friends to shift focus.

Sticky’s in? I asked.

Sticky’s in. I’m sure he’ll still do some posting, but I know he’s been getting a little burned out as of late, trying to keep up with the demand of our subs.

I raised my eyebrow. Sticky’s sex drive was higher than mine, so if he was considering taking a break , I knew it had to be something major.

Passive income helping others achieve what I did on my own without help.

I couldn’t deny it sounded kind of nice, actually. Being able to spread my knowledge. Knowledge that wasn’t necessarily tied to my performance skills. Using my brain for once instead of my cock.

I’ll do it.

I didn’t think twice, answering him. Moments ago, I had wondered if there was more to this, to what I was doing, and then suddenly I had my answer. A way out.

It was like the universe heard me and said, “here you fucking go, kid.”

The relief that washed over me with those three words was immense.

Cool. I’ll send you details later.

With that, I was left, feeling like for the first time, maybe things would work out for once.

Maybe my luck was truly changing.