Delete it

With some hesitation, you eventually go to your computer, throw the sexual material into the trash bin and begrudgingly clean it out of your hard drive. It brings you deep sadness to see it go, but also a deeper resolve to capture video like it again. Sabrina and Emma already did it once, that leaves it open to them doing it again.

With that glimmer of hope in your heart, you message Sabrina back. Her insistent pestering prods you to mess with her a little instead of telling her the good news right away.

YOU: Are you having second thoughts? Should I come over to help film a new one?

Almost immediately you get a response, as if Sabrina has been waiting with her phone all day for you to message back.

Sabrina: Nooooo! Please, get rid of any shred of evidence of what happened last night!

YOU: Everything?

Sabrina starts to write a message, then stops, then starts again.

Sabrina: Everything with me and Emma! You know what I’m talking about!

Finally, you take pity on the **** girl and let up.

YOU: Don’t worry, it’s all deleted.

Sabrina: Thank you…

You can feel the release of tension in that last message.

YOU: I did make videos of the other content today. I’ll send them over now. Let me know if you want any changes done on them before you post them up.

You forward the videos you made for her and she messages back.

Sabrina: Thanks. I’ll look them over, but I’m sure they’re good. I really do appreciate all that you do.

You grin.

YOU: See you at work tomorrow.

Sabrina: Yeah, see you then.

The next day, preparing for work is a little nerve wracking. You still don’t have a definitive code of conduct between you and Sabrina. You know she wants to keep work-life and Onlyfans-life as separate as possible, but completely avoiding each other in the office would be just as suspicious. You could try and keep things professional and cordial, but that also looks odd compared to how you interact with your other coworkers. You try to remember how you and Sabrina interacted before the whole Onlyfans business and realize you barely said a word to one another. So, you pretty much worked yourself up over nothing.

You head into the office and head straight for your desk. The day goes by without a hitch until the noon hour hits. You step out of your cubicle, about to grab lunch when you bump into Sabrina. You both look at each other in shock. Sabrina is wearing a dress shirt and a pencil skirt, looking very professional. It’s a surreal image in contrast to what you’ve seen of her over the weekend.

“Hey!” Sabrina calls out, a little too loud, like a surprised cry.

“Oh! Hey!” you reply, playing it off a little cooler. You glance around to make sure no one is watching. There are people around, but their attention is on their work. To break the awkward tension, you engage in some small talk. “So, how was your weekend?”

“Oh… well, a little crazy. My sister is visiting,” Sabrina admits. You already know about her sister, but the way she is bringing it up at work is telling you not to mention your involvement in her weekend.

“Oh…” you say, playing along. “She’s not causing any trouble for you, is she?”

“Ah, nothing too bad,” Sabrina shrugs. “I’m hoping she’ll be out of my hair by the end of the week, depending on whether or not she’s found a job in the city or not. In the meantime, no more extracurriculars for me...”

You frown. Until Emma is out of Sabrina’s apartment, there will be no new Onlyfans videos.

“Hey, Sabrina!” a familiar voice calls out.

You turn and instantly recognize the face of Sabrina’s sister! Time slows down as you debate ducking out before she sees you or taking charge of the situation to keep her from outing you and Sabrina as sex deviants.