On your way back, you stop for lunch.

As much of a treat as doing work outside the office was, it was still work. The Benthouse building sat a solid 45-minute walk from your office, so it made for quite the long walk. Of course, walking across town also gave you ample chances to ogle Sabrina, which you certainly weren't complaining about. Her skirt, while long enough to be considered conservative, hugged her ass rather nicely as she walked down the street. And that’s not even mentioning the way the sweater showed off her boobs.

Unfortunately, when you got to the Benthouse building, they were absolutely slammed, so it took nearly half an hour to even find someone who could tell you where to go. After that, it was another few hours of consulting work before the receptionist said you could go to lunch. As Garrison predicted, it was boring, but at least you had good company while you did it. And you got to take Sabrina to lunch, definitely a plus.

The two of you found a nice little café about five minutes from the Benthouse building, ordered food (a club sandwich for you and tomato soup for her), and then got to talking.

“So, I wanted to thank you again for keeping quiet about my, er, side business.” Sabrina said, sounding really grateful.

“I mean, as attractive as having you at my mercy sounds, what kind of scum would I have to be to **** somebody like that?”

“Hmm, attractive, you say?” Sabrina teased, “You like the idea of having me as you, personal little **** I bet.”

“I mean, any red-blooded guy would, and more than a few girls I’ll bet. But actually, I’m a bit more of a sub when the chips are down, if that’s not too much information.”

She laughed. “I think we passed the TMI face you when you watched my amateur porn films. But really? You, a sub? That seems kind of far-fetched.”

“Well, it’s not like I’ve ever really indulged in that sort of thing,” you confessed, blushing, “And I certainly watch enough male-dominant porn that you wouldn’t think it from my browser history, but most of my girlfriends have preferred to be on top, and the control it gives them just seems hot, you know?”

“So, you think you might be a switch? Little bit of one, little bit of another?” She seemed genuinely intrigued at the prospect, so you keep talking.

“That does sound about right. Why so curious?” You asked.

“Well,” She bit her lip, nervously, “Ah fuck it, you already crossed the line when you brought this whole thing up. I’ve actually been looking for a partner. In the business sense, I mean.”

“Really? I thought most girls on Onlyfans kept it solo.”

“Well, most of the top earners have to get creative. I mean, you’ve got your major pornstars of course, Riley Reid, Bonnie Rotten and all those girls. They get by just on all the publicity and fame they have from mainstream work. But amateurs that make it big, they’ve got something special.

“Some of them cater to the petplay crowd, some go in for the Mommy-Domme routine, some are transsexual and play up the shemale angle. I don’t know what direction I’d like to go in yet, but I thought getting a flexible co-star would certainly bump up the ratings.”

As much as every cell in your body screamed at you to jump the chance, you weren’t stupid. This wasn’t something you could just rush into.

“I don’t know, it seems like a lot to take in. My face wouldn’t be on camera, right?”

“At the moment, I’m keeping things anonymous. If I ever made it big somehow, I’d probably start showing my face on cam, but until then I need to be able to keep a real job, which is why I was so **** earlier. If it ever comes up it would definitely be a mutal decision. And besides, with you being a guy not showing your face can actually help. It lets the audience put themselves in your place.”

“Alright, and the money, we’d split that evenly?”

“Fifty-fifty. A good deal for you, since I’ve already built a platform.” Sabrina really tried to sell the idea. She was clearly invested in the notion of having you as a co-star.

“And what sort of…acts would you want me to do? I mean, I’ve never really done that much hardcore.”

“I haven’t either.” She assured you. “Look, all this got started because I thought showing my boobs on camera would be a good way to make money. I’ve only just started considering going hardcore in the last week or so. I’m not going to just start playing Mistress of Pain overnight. And you’d get to give as good as you got, if you’re down for that.”

By this point you’d both eaten your food, and it was really time to head back to work.

“I need some time to think it over, and we need to go before somebody complains. Can I make up my mind later?”

“Sure. If you’d like, you can even come by my house tonight and I’ll show you my setup, if that would help. And there’s no pressure. I’m just offering because, well, you were nice earlier and I’ve always thought you were cute, so you seem like you’d make a good co-star. But if that’s not for you, I can find someone else.”

“I’m definitely interested. I’d be crazy not to be with a girl as pretty as you.” You said, making her smile and blush, “But I don’t want to leap into anything crazy. I think seeing your set up would help, if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Sounds like a plan, we can talk about it after work. Right now, we really do need to be getting back.”