Locating Chapter 6 of Beth
In case you missed it, this story has no sex scenes. The next chapter will have lots of action.
I chatted with Jamie the following day. I mentioned that despite seeing her unfiltered side, I was still interested. She inquired whether I'd gone through the comments as well, which I had. Unfortunately, not every comment was warm and fuzzy. Some viewers could be downright abrasive. Since anyone who commented had to pay a subscription, Jamie needed to be cautious when deleting remarks. While most were complimentary, numerous individuals made suggestive remarks and even obscene suggestions. When I told her about this, she disclosed that she now had almost 400 subscribers. Jamie felt compelled to consider a way to commemorate this milestone.
"So, if you're undeterred, I'll help you."
"I don't know what I want to do."
"Would you like me to teach you how to create an OnlyFans account?"
"I don't know. Do you need a computer for that?"
"You can use your phone, but it might not be as effective. You could purchase a low-cost laptop or use mine. I still have an old webcam that was high-quality when I got it."
"I... maybe." I said shamefully. Jamie stared at me, obviously somewhat bashful.
"Do you want to act in one of my videos?" she hesitantly asked.
"Perhaps. Would that be an issue?"
"I suppose... no. We'd just need to figure out how you'll be compensated. I do have a system set up for donations; people can contribute beyond their monthly subscription. Most videos receive donations ranging from $5 to $10. However, my special videos may generate up to $50."
"I'm not sure I'd earn much."
"I didn't say that. There's one way to ensure a video sells well."
"What's that?"
"Well, men love two girls together."
I must have expired in that moment. Jamie quickly clarified:
"I didn't mean that kind of together. I meant two girls focusing on the same guy. Although, that type of video also brings in a lot of money. But we're not talking about that." I tried to relax and focus on my breathing.
"So, you, me, and a guy, and we take care of him?"
"Yeah. Some light teasing, maybe I'd expose my breasts and he'd climax on both of us. Or just me, whatever you're comfortable with. That's what will sell." Jamie shared that she'd only performed this type of act a few times in college, but her profits were significant.
"Who else should be in the video?"
"Ah, right. Off subject. The guy in the clip you watched is actually someone you're acquainted with."
"I am aware."
"Okay, because... you know he's aware of your profession."
"Trevor."
She was taken aback.
"Right. Okay. Well, if you're okay with that, I'm certain he would be too. Trevor is comfortable working with me. He doesn't judge me, and he never pressured me for more than we agreed upon previously. He just arrives, we shoot, he satisfies himself, and we grab some beverages. So he'd be fine with that, but won't it make things... difficult for you? I understand, considering your employment."
I couldn't decide for a while, maybe he would, my thoughts drifted. But the reality was, Trevor and I had different work schedules, and if he was as chill as Jamie described, then... then...I want his erection in my hands and my mouth, a voice inside my head bluntly stated.
I informed Jamie that it was fine by me.
We chatted a bit more and she told me she'd talk to Trevor. She went into detail about what I wanted him to understand and I asked her not to mention that I was in financial distress. She agreed and asked me if I wanted him to know that I was a newbie. I had to consider, then inquired about her opinion.
"Be honest. Let him know it's your first time making porn." I consented and confirmed. I didn't want Trevor understanding how inexperienced I was doing... this. Porn.
Four days later, I sat on Jamie's couch, nervous, waiting for Trevor's arrival. I put on a dark-blue skirt and a light-green blouse that subtly revealed some cleavage, but nothing too revealing. Considering various outfits for two hours, I couldn't come up with any that felt appropriate for this context. Jamie claimed I looked fantastic.
"Trevor's gonna enjoy it," I hoped. Jamie came back from the kitchen with a cup of tea, stating she usually didn't consume alcohol before working with someone. She avoided suggesting anything alcoholic right now, reasoning it might lead to pushing yourself too much, something she wouldn't be onboard with.
We went over the plan we'd agreed on, Jamie ensuring I was satisfied with every aspect: Trevor would arrive, we'd chat for a bit, then when I felt prepared, we'd move to the bedroom. She would introduce me (though not through my name) and inform everyone I was a special guest. Then we'd get started. I would maintain all my clothes, but depending on the atmosphere, Jamie might take off her top, allowing Trevor to request to touch her. If I felt comfortable, she and I might take turns jerking him off, and when it was time for him to climax, Jamie would give me full control over how and where it happened. I nodded in silence, but Jamie demanded that I verbally state my confirmation. Then she stared deeply into my eyes:
"If you truly want this to carry on, I'm all for it, and I'll be there to back you up and support you every step of the way," she said when she presented me with some paperwork a few days ago. One document was a consent form allowing me to feature in adult content on her website, the other a basic contract entitling me to any donations gained from this video. She insisted the latter was a better option, to prevent any potential miscommunication.
The doorbell rung and I felt my heartstopping momentarily. Jamie gently rubbed my leg, got up and let Trevor in. They shared a brief cheek kiss and Trevor hung his jacket. He wore a plain white t-shirt and jeans. I staggered forward to greet him, my knees nearly collapsing, but somehow managed to stutter out something - Trevor, nor Jamie, recalled my exact words. Jamie took us to the sofa, where we stayed in silence for a moment. Trevor broke the silence:
"So, didn't think this would be happening." I blushed furiously. Our brief three-way text conversation barely covered confirming dates and information. This was the first time I'd seen him since Jamie and I discussed this entire scenario. I couldn't maintain eye contact with him. Jamie resignedly stepped in:
"Just to make sure it's all clear: Beth won't go nude, you can't touch her without her consent. If we feel like it, I might remove my top and you're welcome to request to touch me throughout the video. We can stop at any time Beth asks, or any of us for that matter. We'll pause, discuss, and either conclude entirely, alter something, or continue as it was - bearing in mind Beth's feelings the most. Okay Beth?" I nodded, but when Jamie fixed me with a glare, I croaked, "Yes, okay." Then she addressed Trevor.
"Okay Trev?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Alright." I smiled, feeling quite awkward but also incredibly grateful to Jamie. She was really dedicated to making me feel secure. I glanced over at Trevor, who was lounging in a chair and simultaneously staring at me. He smiled.
"You look absolutely stunning, Beth." It was such a simple compliment, yet it was expressed with such sincerity. I felt my entire spirit soar and suddenly understood that I could tackle whatever came my way. More than that, I wanted to. I rose to my feet.
"Ready when you are, folks?" I declared.
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