To Work!

Sabrina didn’t end up having a full shower. You helped her get her clothes off and fetched some wet paper towels from the bathroom, wiping her down with a little extra groping on the way. Then, naked as the day she was born and you in nothing but your socks, Sabrina grabbed her various gear and gave you a tour of her OnlyFans work.

She had a few different kinds of lights, though she said the ‘ring light’ was the easiest to use and most effective, and she had four different stands she’d ordered from Amazon to hold her phone. She explained how each one was supposed to work, and how two of them had ended up being pointless. Then she showed you the programs she’d tried on her laptop.

And then you got down to real business and she started showing you the post metrics, and the excel sheets she had put together to track what sort of content got the best responses. She’d decided not to post anywhere but OnlyFans - avoiding the usual social media work that other OnlyFans girls used to drum up subscribers.

The thing about the whole operation she’d put together was that it looked an awful lot like what you would have done as well. Which made sense, considering you’d both taken a lot of the same business and economics classes back at university, if not at the same time then at least with the same professors. You gave a few suggestions, a couple of which she showed you she’d already tried and they hadn’t panned out as useful, and a couple which she had overlooked originally.

“It’s impressive,” you said. You were sitting on the couch, and Sabrina was leaning her naked back against your shoulder and chest as she sat cross-legged with her laptop in her lap. “But I’m guessing you knew that.”

She glanced back at you with a smirk. “Yeah, I just wanted to show it off to someone,” she said. “Not like I can just submit this all for credit in an economics class.”

“Wouldn’t that be something?” you laughed. “Do a self-guided project class and create a successful OnlyFans page?”

“It would be more useful than a lot of other classes they offer,” she grinned. “But no, I’m not showing it off because I think I need help on this side of things. I need the… well, first I need a better content rollout plan. The progression of what I do on screen seems to be a direct driving factor to growth and longevity - I don’t want this to be a flash in the pan so I can’t just do whatever, but I also don’t want to do this for years. And of course, I also need you for your cock and camera skills.”

“Of course,” you chuckled. “Alright. Well, let’s go over what you’ve already released. Full nude, including close-ups. Solo play with fingers, vibrators and dildo, including blowjobs and masturbation. You talk in your videos, but no face. You did a Jerk Off Instruction video which was super hot, and was one of your best performing videos. And the teasing video from the restaurant is right behind it, right?”

She nodded. “Yup. And all the comments are raving about it. They loved that it was actually in public and that it felt ‘real.’”

“And this morning you sent out a tease of an actual blowjob, and with cum on your lips. Am I missing anything?” you asked.

Sabrina thought about it for a moment. “You could probably also classify my Jill Off Instruction video as a different category. It definitely didn’t do as well as the Jerk Off one, but I’m pretty sure that’s what got me a good number of female fans.”

“Good point,” you nodded. You reached around her and took command of the laptop keyboard, quickly opening a simple notes document and writing out what you’d listed. “So then we need to look at what other performers are doing, and whether it fits with your brand, and then create a schedule of content creation and releases.”

You kept working, trading back and forth at the keyboard fluidly, and then you noticed that it was already almost nine o’clock at night.

“OK, I’m getting really hungry,” you said. “What have you got in the kitchen?”

“Why, are you offering to cook for me?” Sabrina asked.

“I will if you have groceries,” you said.

Sabrina made an exaggerated grimacing face. “I don’t have much.”

“Alright, let me go look.” you said, and she leaned forward to let you up from the couch. You did a quick sweep of the kitchen - there was a variety of breakfast stuff, including cereal and bread and eggs, but little in the way of meat beyond a couple of old-looking pieces of bacon. “Jesus, Sabrina. What have you been eating for dinner?”

“It’s been a busy week!” Sabrina said. “Would you have preferred if I cancelled last night in favour of going to the grocery store?”

You opened your mouth, but realized there was no right answer you could give to a woman currently sitting naked in front of you. “Alright, I’ll order pizza,” you said.

“Thank you,” she beamed a smile. “Pineapple on my half, please.”

That made you do a double take. “I’m sorry, did you just say ‘pineapple’ on yours?”

“It’s a thing!” Sabrina said. “And it’s delicious.”

“I know it’s a thing, but that doesn’t make it right,” you laughed.

“Fine,” she said. “Order it on the whole pizza, and you have to eat a whole slice with it, and if you end up liking it you have to eat me out for a whole hour.”

“Alright, then if I don’t like it do you have to blow me for an hour?” you asked.

“Yes,” she agreed, standing up and sticking out her hand. You shook on it, both smirking and sure you’d be the winner.

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