Text at work

*Ding

I looked down at my phone, a text from my wife.

Nina: how’s your day going baby?

John: not too bad so far, hbu?

Nina: Having fun actually! Just setup my OF!

John: you did??

Nina: yes? Are you mad? I can take it down…

John: no baby, it’s ok, it’s fine, I was just surprised that you actually went through with it.

Nina: hey! I’m no chicken shit

John: I know. Did you post anything yet?

Nina: yes

John: omg babe that’s so fucking hot, it’s making me hard

Nina: glad you like it ;)

John: fuck, did you post anymore?

Fifteen minutes passed, no reply

John: babe you ok?

Another twenty minutes elapse.

Nina: hey babe sorry

John: where’d you go? Everything alright?

Nina: yeah, my page has already started to take off, and I got a custom request already

John: a custom request? What’s that?

Nina: where a guy pays you and gives you a script or scene to act out, you record it and send it, that’s it.

John: oh..

Nina: guess how much he paid me?

John: how much?

Nina: $500

John: $500??? What did he have you do?

Nina: Here I’ll send you a copy of the video.

A few minutes pass and an attachment comes through. My heart is beating through my chest, as I click the video.