Fake Account

A hidden work

His hair is light brown, with some copper highlights and he wears a cut like Jack's from the movie Titanic although his hair has some waves.

He is smiling, sarcastic, sincere, and shameless by all accounts. He knows it's good and he takes advantage of it, and I love that about him.

I met him when we were both in our first year of high school. He wanted to open the journalism club and I found one of his invitations in the trash can in the classroom. Nobody was interested in the proposal, but I took my camera and went to the first meeting, where it was just him and me.

Rocco saw me coming on that day and from then on we became very good friends.

He took it upon himself to introduce me to the world of Only Fans and was working on a program that would reply by default to messages from men who pay to talk to me. In addition, it helped me uninhibit myself and exploit my sensuality to earn good money.

Rocco also has his Only Fans account, where he attracts a diverse crowd and is saving to buy an apartment.

"If you keep seeing me like this, you're going to fall in love," my friend says in his thick voice.

I roll my eyes and look at what he's writing. Tell us about the science fair.

Is your class going to participate? I ask him while I take one of the candies that he has under his desk.

“Yes, you know how Mrs. Cruz is an insistent woman.

I nodded and watched him save the file.

He turns from his seat and looks at me carefully with his penetrating light blue eyes.

"Yeah, let go of what's going around your little head," he says.

I smiled from ear to ear and winked at him.

"You know me so well that you would even think I'm your soul mate," I joked and saw him smile.

"You know, I don't like midgets."

"Silly," I scoffed and we both laughed, "yeah, you caught me, I need information on the new student." Rumor has it that just looking at it makes panties drop by themselves and the girls asked me for photos.

Rocco looks at me mischievously and shakes his head.

“Oh baby, you and your business “he crosses her arms and I pout for her to continue telling me” It's fine, I'll tell you. His name is Jaziel Levi King and the girls on the morning shift say he's a walking orgasm. I'm hotter the same, but I don't want to lie to you. The guy has his thing and carries a reputation as a f**k boy that you shit

I fan myself by pretending I'm hot.

"I'll be able to make some good bills then," I replied cheerfully.

Rocco nodded and we let the talk pass.

We talk about science, Eydan and Regina, and other trivialities. After a few moments, he asks me to open the box that is in the closet and I open it curiously.

Inside it are white roses and a new set of lace and garter belts. With a small white whip with golden details.

I look at the clothes and see him watching me with a mischievous smile.

I saw it and thought of you.

I bit my lower lip and shook my heated head. Nothing s****l has ever happened with Rocco, and not because he's not hot or because my body doesn't provoke him. But because we are friends and we agree that our friendship and business will always be ahead of any carnal encounter. I'm not in love with him, and he's not in love with me either. We only took a few photos for our pages. He needs it because he needs to leave home and I need it because I need to help my mother and pay for her treatments.

Rocco meets my eyes and bolts the door shut. He takes the camera that he had next to the computer and smiles at me.

“Undress.

I nod with pink cheeks and start to take off my uniform, but not before going into the closet we usually change clothes.

He laughs when he sees me go into the closet, but I give him the middle finger and climb into it.

He knows my naked body as well as I know him, but I'm embarrassed to undress before his mischievous light blue eyes and his fake good-boy appearance.

If there is something that I like to do in my free time, it is to go for a walk. I like to do it more in the afternoon before the sun goes down. I usually do it to clear my head of the problems in my life and use the time to think things through.

Today, Friday, and according to my watch, it's 6:30 p.m. and I'm walking to school because there's a soccer class today.

The boys' classes are at this time because it allows all the students to be unified at the same time, even if they are on the course in the morning or afternoon.

As I walk with my backpack over my shoulder, I meditate on the institute.

Regina's been weird lately. The remaining days of the week she sat at Eydan's table while I resigned myself to sitting with Solange the new girl. It's not that I feel jealous or anything like that, but my best friend is weird. The last time I asked, he told me that nothing was wrong, so I sense that there is a problem at his house as always. Although she is always very open about these issues with me, I understand that she wants her privacy.

I met Regina in kindergarten. She was the loneliest girl there and little Angie was always very social and a bit of a vigilante. I did not like to see the children alone and always integrated them into the group.

I approached her and quickly realized why she was so shy. She had a stutter and was undergoing treatment with a speech therapist to overcome this problem.

I was curious and from one day to the next I became her friend.

We did elementary school together, and she was there for me when I told her who my mom was. She's the only one who knows that I'm the daughter of Angela's sister. My father's wife and the mother of my half-sisters, Marisa and Dulce.

That's a secret because Roberto, my dad, and Angela are the most prestigious lawyers in the city and they have a public image to maintain. And since I look a lot like my dad, it wasn't hard to pass as one of the others.

It helped a lot that Angela did not share my sisters' lives, so I was able to integrate into the family without problems.

Going back to Regina, she's a good girl. Sometimes she's a bit rude towards other people, but she's always very understanding towards me and supports me in everything I do. We're going to college together. And she knows everything about me...

Or well, almost everything.

The only thing he doesn't know is that I sell photos on OnlyFans.

I am very afraid that she will judge me for that. She comes from a very conservative family and having a friend who sells adult content on a website could cause her a lot of problems.

She knows about my mother's illness, although she thinks her current partner is paying for her treatment. Gisele, my mother, a few years ago, met a guy who took her to live with him and his son in a seedy place. I always reproached myself that she preferred to go with him to stay and live with me. But what bothers me the most is that this guy uses her to live like a parasite on his disability pension.

My mother is a person diagnosed with schizophrenia spectrum disorder, and the guy spends his pension money on beers and underworld life. I am in charge of paying for my mother's expensive medication and taking her to her medical appointments.

I went out of my thoughts when I saw the parking lot of the institute and I saw the boys entering the place.

I walked out noticing that Eydan's car was in the driveway and the vehicles of the other guys on the team, which is great and just what I'd been looking for. I have to take pictures of the girls at school.

I take the notebook that I brought in the pocket of my big blue sweatshirt, I make sure that it is there and I enter the institute. I like to dress in big clothes, especially divers. This one I'm wearing comes down to my thighs. And it makes me look a little smaller than I am.

Once I reach the soccer field, I walk towards the stands, sit on the middle steps, and take out my camera. From a few meters away, I noticed that the coach had entered the field wearing her sports outfit and had a towel resting on her neck.

Have you ever seen a physical education teacher play sports in class?

Well, I do.

The coach usually plays the games in case one is missing from the team. This happens because one of the boys on the shift tomorrow has already finished high school and there is a place available.

In addition, today is an important day because the tests for the captaincy of this year begin.

The boys went to the locker room to put on their sports clothes and I took the opportunity to open my notebook and see who I should photograph.

"What's up, Tyson?" I heard next to me.

I jump in place as I look up to see the team coach chewing gum with her mouth half open and her arms on her hips, very curious about what I'm doing.

Due to exaltation, a couple of little pieces of paper slipped out of my hands and ended up at the bottom of the stands, where the metal tubes that support the structure are, and one flew too near the door of the soccer field, which is not more than a few meters away. I have to look for them quickly, but I also don't want to appear so desperate in the face of the trainer's gaze.

"Don't tell me I scared you, Tyson," the coach scoffs at me with amusement, "you need to be more alert."

I shake my head in amusement as I tuck the remaining papers into my sweatshirt pocket. I avoid them as much as possible so that the trainer can read them, although I am sure that she would not understand anything about what they say either.

"I was just thinking," I replied as I stood up and watched the boys come out of the locker room. Coach walks downstairs with me and gives me a hilarious bump on the shoulder.

He nods toward the guys who are coming in their sports gear and winks at me.

“Don't be silly girl. If I were you, I could focus on other things.

This woman makes me very ashamed. My face feels hotter than the rest of my body and I try to cover the flush with my hair, which I have loose.