Sabrina didn't do any better than you did, really.

“Um. What? I-” Amanda stammered. “I geo-locked North America though…”

You blew out a breath.

“Ooh,” Sabrina winced. “Um, OK, so I use a VPN for everything to do with content for safety and stuff, and that includes research, so… that’s probably how I found your actual account. But I definitely originally saw you posted on social media first.”

Amanda looked like she was about to cry. Her eyes were brimming with tears and she’d put both hands over her mouth.

“Hey,” you said, standing from your barstool and scooping both arms around her, pulling her tight to your chest. “It’s OK. We can help you figure out what you want to take down and how to do it. There are processes for that.”

“Oh my God,” she whimpered through her hands, leaning against you heavily. “Oh my God.”

“Well, I was kind of expecting a different reaction than this,” Sabrina mumbled, more to herself than to you or Amanda, then reached over and pulled one of the other girl’s hands down to hold it tightly. “OK. So… first, you have nothing to be ashamed of, OK? You’re stunning and gorgeous, and putting content online doesn’t reduce any of your intelligence or wits. It’s just making use of the tools your Momma gave you to get ahead. And like I said, John and I have been doing content too.”

Amanda sat up at that, blinking and wiping her free hand under her eyes to try and get rid of her tears. “You- you do?” she asked.

“We do,” you said, still with an arm around her shoulders. “It’s Sabrina’s account, but I’ve been helping for a few months now.”

“Helping is an understatement,” Sabrina said. “He’s helped on the back end, and he’s an absolute stud in front of the camera too. Imagine what we did last time but with cameras.”

Amanda looked up at you, her brow slightly furrowed. “Seriously?” she asked. “You guys just… do it all?”

You gave her shoulder one last squeeze before perching back on your bar stool. You’d settled in at a Sports Bar, wanting to make sure you didn’t accidentally run into Eric, Joy and the blonde, and now you wondered if Sabrina had done it to make sure you could have this conversation in relative privacy as well - between the unnecessarily loud music, the din of the crowd on a Thursday night, and someone turning up one of the games on the numerous huge TVs hung around, there wasn’t a shot anyone was listening in on the three of you.

Checking out the girls, for sure. But not listening.

“Sabrina set a precedent with her content ahead of time. She only shows from the lips down, and we’ve stuck with that. And no names, obviously,” you said.

“And that worked, and keeps working. The only exception was John stumbling across my page and recognizing the carpet in our office,” Sabrina said. “That’s technically how we ended up getting together, too. He came wanting to let me know I’d missed a hole in my security, and offering his support. I thought he was trying to **** me at first, I was so scared. Then we… Well, the rest is history.”

“Fuck,” Amanda said, burying her face in her hands again. “How long have you guys known?”

You grimaced, glancing at Sabrina. She nodded slightly, agreeing to field that one. “I put two and two together before our night with Maeve,” she said. “I would have mentioned something sooner, but we didn’t know if Maeve knew, and I didn’t know if we wanted to out our secret or not. But we decided we like and trust you, and wanted to connect over it instead of burying it.”

Amanda groaned, shaking her head. “It’s just… out there?”

Sabrina winced now. “Kind of? I mean, the internet is a big place. And I’ve seen fairly big-name girls just disappear while I’ve been doing research. One month all their content is there, the next it’s gone. There are ways to clean it up.”

“Fuck,” Amanda groaned, letting her hands drop. Then she gave the slightest smirk, shaking her head as she looked off at the wall. “I guess there wasn’t exactly any mistaking me.”

“No, there wasn’t,” Sabrina chuckled.

“How much did you see?”

“Well, I ended up subbing to your page for research purposes,” Sabrina said. “I wanted to know what kind of content you were doing. So… most of it? Your content is really cute and wholesome even if you’ve got your tits out.”

“I… wouldn’t have called it wholesome,” Amanda snorted softly. “Maybe ‘homey.’” She turned to you. “Have you… watched it, John?”

“I’ve seen a couple of pictures Sabrina showed me to confirm it was you, but I haven’t watched anything,” you said. “It felt… weird, and an invasion of your privacy when we were already planning to get together for ‘drinks’ last time. “

“OK,” she breathed out. “I- Fuck, I really don’t know how to feel about all this.”

“Well, I was hoping you’d feel some camaraderie or something,” Sabrina said. She was still holding Amanda’s hand. “Two chicks, both doing amateur porn while in college, both hot and bothered for John.”

Amanda chuckled, lowering her head as she shook it. “Sabrina, you’re crazy. Maybe not as crazy as Maeve, but… yeesh.”

“Thanks,” your girlfriend grinned.

“If this changes anything about tonight, that’s OK,” you said.

“About tonight?” Amanda asked, then blinked. “Oh, um… no, I guess it doesn’t.”

“Still want a ride on his pogo stick?” Sabrina asked.

“Why do you make it weird?” Amanda laughed.

“You don’t have to answer now, 'cause tonight is happening no matter what,” Sabrina replied. “But if you want to do content with us, or just John, let us know, OK? I know you’ve only been doing solo stuff but you can think of John as a professional cock at this point if you so choose.”

“I made a promise to myself when I started that I’d only ever show my boobs, and maybe my butt. No sex or masturbating openly for the camera. No showing my pussy,” Amanda said.

“Well, I guess that means we aren’t fucking you for my page,” Sabrina shrugged. “You can still use him for a blowjob or tittyfuck video if you want though. I’m sure he wouldn’t complain.”

“I wouldn’t,” you chuckled, focusing on Amanda. “But I also wouldn’t be offended if you don’t want to. Your content is your content.”

Amanda shook her head slowly, then picked up her beer glass and drained the second half of it, sighing as she set it back down. “I’ll think about the content,” she said. “And I’ll want to see what you guys do, and I definitely need to know about those ways to get my stuff removed from social media and other places. But for right now, I just want to get out of here.”

“My place?” Sabrina asked.

Amanda nodded. “Let’s go have pornstar sex, I guess,” she said. “And fuck if that isn’t something I was thinking I’d never say.”

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