Humans nowadays pretty much live just to work and make enough money to survive. So, why not take a shortcut?

You're pretty new in the whole things of... well, profiting off your body. You post pictures and videos of yourself that leave not much to the imagination, promoting your actual small business: a paid website for explicit content.

It's been okay, you get more and more used to it as time goes on and more people follow you. I mean, why else would they follow you? They like you, they love you, they pay a monthly subscription just to watch you. It does wonders for your ego, you've noticed.

Collaborations are not an uncommon thing, two or even more content creators hanging out and making videos together. You've always wondered what it would be like, but you didn't think you were close enough with anyone to do that.

Until one of them reached out to you through direct messages, that is. Vi, another content creator and not a stranger to these kind of collaborations, texted you asking if you'd like to meet up. You'd never noticed she lives in the same city as you.

Vi is hot. No beating around the bush (at least not in that way), Vi is attractive, very attractive. She has a large following, mostly women and a couple weird dudes who still think they have a chance with her. Pathetic.

So... why not? There's a first time for everything, after all.

As the gentleman Vi is, she invited you for coffee and lunch before taking you to her apartment. You got to actually meet and talk to her, her actual self and not her internet persona.

So, after a nice meal and a nicer conversation, Vi drove you to her place. It's a nice place, a little grungy and even industrial, almost like a tattoo parlor. But, overall, inviting.

You couldn't help but blush as you recognized that couch from... well, somewhere.

"Make yourself at home," the butch said, tossing her keys on a nearby accent table near the entrance. With her hands inside her pockets, she walked by your side, ogling you not so discreetly.