Morning on the Edge

The morning in Mark’s house was surprisingly quiet. Tim had left for the auto shop before dawn, leaving Anna alone. She sat at the small wooden table in the kitchen, bathed in the soft light of the morning sun filtering through the curtains. In front of her were the tablet with yesterday’s photoshoot pictures and a laptop, where she had just created a new Onlygram page. Her fingers trembled as she uploaded the photos—her naked body glistening with sweat, her half-closed eyes filled with lust. Each click felt like a step into an abyss, but she kept going. I’ve already done this… there’s no turning back… She swallowed hard, her heart pounding, but deep down she knew Mark was right—these photos would bring in money, and money would save her and Tim.

The kitchen door creaked, and Mark walked in, looking a bit rough from last night’s whiskey but with a satisfied smile on his face. His dark hair was tousled, and his eyes gleamed with a sly spark. He headed to the coffee maker, glancing at Anna.

“Morning, star,” he said, his voice raspy but warm, with a hint of mockery. “Already posting your masterpieces?”

Anna looked up, her lips twitching into a faint smile. She no longer felt the same wariness around him as before, though a slight discomfort still lingered. “Yeah… just finished,” she replied, her voice quiet but with a note of determination. “Only three photos so far… I don’t really know how this works, but… I hope someone subscribes.”

Mark poured himself a coffee, took a sip, and sat across from her, his gaze sliding to the laptop screen. “Oh, with your looks, you’ll get subscribers, no doubt,” he said, winking. “But you know, if you want to speed things up and get some promotion, you should try webcamming.” He leaned back in his chair, his smile widening. “There are tons of platforms for webcam models. With your body and face, you’d be a star in a couple of days.”

Anna froze, her fingers tightening around the edge of the tablet. Webcam… that’s a whole new level…She looked at Mark, her green eyes filled with doubt. “I… I don’t know, Mark,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “That’s… too much. I’m already…” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing, her mind racing. Every day I sink deeper into this… the photoshoot, Onlygram… now webcamming… where will I stop? But… he’s right again… it could bring in even more money…

Mark leaned closer, his elbows resting on the table, his gaze more serious. “Listen, Anna,” he said, his voice persuasive but soft. “You’ve already taken the first steps. It’s too late to turn back. Webcamming is just the next level. You sit in front of a camera, chat with people, flirt… they send you tokens, donations. If someone wants a private show, you set the price, and that’s it.” He opened the laptop, quickly typed the address of a popular webcam site, and turned the screen toward Anna. “Look here. This girl, see? She’s been online for just an hour and already made 300 bucks. And you’ll make even more, I’m sure.”

Anna stared at the screen, her eyes widening. On the site, a girl in revealing lingerie smiled at the camera, her chat filled with messages, the token counter rising fast. Anna swallowed hard, her heart racing. 300 dollars in an hour… that’s more than Tim makes in a day…She shook her head, trying to gather her thoughts. But this… it’s not just photos anymore… it’s live interaction… I’d be… undressing for strangers…She remembered Tim’s confession last night—his words about how the photoshoot turned him on. If he likes that… then he should be okay with this, right? Or… will this just make things worse? She looked at Mark, her voice barely audible. “What if… what if Tim doesn’t like it?”

Mark shrugged, his smile turning slightly mocking. “After last night?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You saw how he was watching. He likes it, Anna. He might not fully realize it yet, but… he won’t mind.” Mark took another sip of coffee, his tone becoming more businesslike. “I’ll help you set everything up. Camera, lighting—we’ll get it all ready in your room. You start, and in a week, you’ll have so many subscribers that Onlygram will seem like pocket change.”

Anna lowered her gaze, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of her robe. He’s right… I’ve already gone too far… and… Tim… he said he liked it…She felt her life changing with each passing day, sinking deeper into a world that just weeks ago felt so foreign. But the thought of the money, of her and Tim finally getting out of debt, pushed her forward. “Okay,” she finally said, her voice quiet but firm. “Let’s try it.”

Mark smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He finished his coffee, grabbed his phone, and started scrolling through the news feed, but after a couple of minutes, he looked up and winked at her. “By the way, while you’re thinking about webcamming and Onlygram, let me show you a cool spot,” he said, his voice playful. “Come on, you’ll like it.”

Anna frowned, but there was something enticing in his tone, and she nodded. “Where?” she asked, standing up from the table.

“You’ll see,” Mark replied, his smile widening. He led her upstairs to the roof of their five-story building. When they stepped out, Anna froze, her eyes widening. The roof had been turned into a lounging area: a couple of sunbeds, a small table, an old fridge stocked with water bottles, and even a small inflatable pool shimmering with water. It was all surrounded by a low railing, but directly across were the windows of neighboring high-rises, with a clear view of the roof.

“Well, what do you think?” Mark asked, spreading his arms as if showing off his little kingdom. “Great spot to chill, right? You can sunbathe while you figure out your webcam and Onlygram stuff.” He winked, his voice dropping lower. “And… under prying eyes. It’ll add some thrill, trust me.”

Anna felt her cheeks flush. She glanced at the high-rise windows, her heart racing. People could see me… dozens of them… She swallowed hard, her mind torn between shame and a strange excitement. Mark was pushing her deeper into this abyss again, and she knew she should resist, but… there was something about the idea—being on display, being desired—that stirred her. I’m not the same person I used to be… but… maybe this is my new life? She looked at Mark, her voice trembling but with a hint of resolve. “I… I’ll think about it,” she said, her fingers tightening around the edge of her robe.

Mark grinned, his gaze full of approval. “That’s my girl,” he said, patting her shoulder. “I’ll grab a beer from the fridge. You… get settled.” He winked again and walked over to the fridge, leaving Anna alone with her thoughts and the view of the windows that seemed to watch her every move.

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