She's ashamed, but honest

Nicole is worried about lying because the next obvious question is "what's your account name?" The only way out was to be vague but mostly honest. She isn't sure what to correct first. The fact that she doesn't have an OnlyFans or the fact that she isn't charging Huck. Both of the truths are embarrassing but the fact that she's with someone like Huck for free and by choice is worse, so she decides to get it out of the way.

"I don't, I'm not, I-" she clears her throat and looks to make sure the waiter isn't returning. "I'm not charging."

"Oh! So is it like a fan subscriber perk? Damn, Nicole, those guys will pay good money to meet their favorite OnlyFans girls. No matter how long he subscribes you shouldn't just..."

"I don't have an OnlyFans account." She blurts.

"Fansly?" Alfie asks.

"No. Nothing like that. It's complicated."

Alfie and Ana Marie are silent. They both stare at Nicole surprised that their assumptions were wrong.

Nicole doesn't like the silence. "You can think about it like a hook-up that some of my friends arranged. That's all."

Ana Marie clicks her tongue. She releases Nicole's hand and reaches into her clutch. Pulling out her phone she scrolls a bit before placing it on the table. "You weren't entertaining those men last night?" The photo is of Nicole in her doorway naked except for heels and her garter belt. Huck stands in front of her. "As I said, sex work isn't anything to be ashamed of. This is the 21st Century, love. I just want to compare rates so we can make an...offer?"

Nicole closes her eyes and takes in a breath. Ana Marie thought she was prostituting herself. "Last night was just...a poker night. I was helping the guy out by hosting. I didn't do anything except, well, what you see. Just serving drinks and stuff." She hopes they didn't see Vincent leave this morning. It was a very lame excuse.

"Of course, I didn't mean to insinuate that you had a gangbang," she laughs. "How much do you charge for hosting?"

Nicole shifts in her seat. This was excruciating. Nicole was very aware that if Huck had tried to turn it into a gangbang she probably would have gone along with it. Her cheeks ache from embarrassment. "Nothing, I, um, I lost my dress and underwear on a couple of bets."

Now Alfie laughs. "Oh, Ana, we totally misread the situation. Nicole was playing strip poker. Nicole, we're so..."

"Hush," Ana Marie says. Her eyes are practically boring a hole into Nicole's face. Alfie stops talking. "I understand now. It wasn't strip poker and you weren't playing, were you?"

Nicole shakes her head. "No, the guy my friends hooked me up with he, well, he bet my clothes."

Ana Marie taps her fingers on the table. She pauses a moment as the check is delivered. Once the waiter leaves, she continues. "Alfie, darling, we read Nicole all wrong. No OnlyFans. She isn't doing sex work. Yet, she's fucking a stranger from the Internet and stripping for his friends. Because your Internet friends," pauses for a moment "told you to?"

"It's more complicated than that, but sort of," Nicole hears herself admit.

Ana Marie grins bigger than she has all night. "Holy shit, you're a submissive goon girl. Aren't you?"

"Wh-what?" Nicole understood the accusation. She was simply shocked Ana Marie would so blatantly call her out. And although she'd heard the term "goon" before it was usually applied to some of the men in her Discord group. "I'm not. I just...I'm...no...that's not...me. I have a, um, it's this kink I have that, um, that's all. I don't...I'm not a g-goon."

Ana Marie gives a little clap. "Oh Alfie, this is better than we thought. I sort of sensed it a few times while hanging out with you. So how many times a day do you masturbate?"

Alfie finally steps in. "Ana, this changes things if we aren't paying..."

"Again, hush. Nicole?" Ana Marie is firm with Alfie and he sits back.

Nicole hears the question and wants to crawl under the table. 'How many times a day?' Not a month. Not a week. Ana Marie is sitting straight up with her eyes locked on Nicole. The stern look that flashed on her face when she told Alfie to 'hush' twists back into her giant grin. Nicole looks away from the intimidating woman. The question hanging in the air. She can't run. They drove her here. And Ana Marie paid for her clothes and dinner. It was a difficult question to answer, too, because Nicole essentially was always masturbating. It was her life. Work, sleep, and food were simply things she did in between her Discord tasks. She can't admit that to this beautiful cosmopolitan woman and her studious, smart husband.