I Started An Onlyfans With My Rival

Four

Vaughn

I might have lost my mind.

No, seriously… I think I’ve gone completely loco.

Let me tell you how the last three weeks of my life have been going, and then you can corroborate my claims.

The credit card I have had for emergency purposes to pay for basically food, transportation, electricity and… everything stopped working. It was really embarrassing to eat at a local shop that sells s**t food and smells like piss and alcohol.

I have applied for jobs convenient for football times but they all reject me. Apparently they need my ID and my face is known everywhere as the junkie’s son.

My stomach was basically growling when Markie, my best friend, walked to the bench where I was. Thank God she noticed me in time, otherwise I would have eaten my flesh.

“Can I sit here?” She asked politely before dropping her fat ass on the bench across from me.

I grunted, I can't trust myself that I wouldn't bite humans now especially her since she's right across from me and smells so damn good.

“Markie!” I whispered when she brought out a bag of chips and heads buried deep in her phone. Didn't she notice me at all?

“Oh s**t!” She cursed when she lifted her head, her blue eyes scanning the environs before looking back at me. “Vaughn? The f**k i didnt see you there. You look…hortiblr.”

Yeah…i had dark circles under my eyes, couldn't afford moisturizer or sunscreen so i looked homeless basically. I even took a week leave from the team because the shades I got from people were getting louder since my performance dropped.

“What do I even do!? The financial aid program i applied to doesn't even cover tuition fee let alone accomdations…im totally fucked.”

“How much do you need?” She gazed at me, her fingers tracing her lips. We have already established that I'm not accepting money like some charity case. It'll only make me dependent.

“Thirry six thousand…” I sighed, my fingers tapping the hard desk. “And nine grand to keep staying here.” I whimpered, letting my hand drag through my hair.

“Yeah you're f****d…” she seems more interested in her nails than in me right now. “But I have a way you can make some quick cash.”

“Markie im not robbing a bank with you. Im in deep s**t already and robbing a bank wont make tgings easier. I dont have much time.”

She chuckled, her raspy laugh echoed drawing attention. “We are not doing that silly! Though it crossed my mind. Im talking something legit, legal but contratry…”

I sighed. She is the only person in Ashbourne I can talk to about this. “What are your plans?”

“Two words or one? Only fans."

This time, I threw my head back and laughed so hard tears welled in my eyes. “Thats so good. This time you really outdid yourself. When did you become this funny?” I wiped my eyes with my finger while she arched her brows.

“Im serious.”

“I can't show my c**k online. I can't do…porn. How would it even work?” I muttered, shaking my head, my thoughts running wild at the impossible.

“You have a lot of can't- do lists for some who is broke and going to be poor.” she leaned forward. “But listen…you are hot. You have a sick body and for some reason the least sexually active person I know.”

“I have s*x…often?”

“The point is and I'm gonna hold your hand and say this…you have a body made for the industry. Throw in a few videos and be the f*****g pony boy and make some cash from it.”

I raked my hand through my hair, pulling the root.

“Think about your schoarship…this could help.” She added.

“Ans all ill do is to post videos of me beating my meat?” i asked after all m**********g seems normal, right?

“Solo performances pay well but you can't always do that all the time. People get bored, ya know.”

“So ill just lean my phone against some books and touch myself?"

“You need to be a professional, Vaughn,” she’d scolded. “The only way you’ll make real money doing this is if you look at it like a job.”

Once again stuffing down my hesitations about the whole thing, I nodded in agreement. After all, I had already boarded the crazy train… there was no getting off now.

So I started..

Safe to say i must have run mad because what the f**k was i doing playing with my c**k and a camera in front of me while emojis and gifts were sent my way.