You go look at Sabrina's apartment

The rest of the day **** on for what felt life forever. You just couldn’t keep your mind on work, not with what you’d learned about Sabrina, and the offer she’d made. You caught yourself staring at her (more than usual, that is), imagining what it would be like to peel away that sweater and bury your face in her marvelous tits. And that wasn’t even getting into what she’d mentioned about you being a switch. The idea of Sabrina, the classic girl next door, dominating you…well, let’s just say you had a very hard time focusing on the interviews you were conducting.

Finally, after what felt like days, five o’clock rolled around and you were free. The two of you trudged back to the office in weary silence, clocked out, and then Sabrina took your hand and wrote her address on it.

“This is where I live.” She said as she wrote. “You’ll probably need to park a block or two up the street. The parking out front of my apartment sucks. We can go over there now if you want, or some other time if you’d rather.”

“Now sounds awesome.” You answered, trying not to sound too excited. You still weren’t fully sold on working with her on Onlyfans, but there was something about seeing the place where she shot her videos that just seemed strangely intimate to you. You knew that was probably weird. After all, anybody with twenty-five dollars to spend could see the same thing, but you’d be the only one to see it up close and personal.

So, you get into your car, a crummy old 1990 Acura with a gray paint job that was wearing thin in places, and drive over to Sabrina’s apartment. It took all you had not to drift off into daydreams and wreck as you drove, but you made it. Just like Sabrina said, you had to park a block and a half away to find a spot, and you practically ran over to her building. She was waiting in the doorway of the building when you got there.

“The buzzer’s broken,” She said, “So I stuck around to let you in. Follow me.”

You dutifully walk behind her as she leads you through a lobby that looked like it had last been decorated in the late 80’s. The carpet was dingy, the light fixtures dented and occasionally flickering, and a few sad, half dead potted plants lined the walls. She guides you past the elevator, which has a half faded out of order sign, and over to the stairs.

“We’ve been trying to get the landlord to fix that elevator for two years now, but I’m afraid he’s lazy, so we’ll have to walk.” She apologized.

“That’s alright.” You replied. “I could use the exercise anyway.”

“Like hell you could. I wouldn’t have offered to bring you on board with this if it wasn’t obvious you spend more than little time in the gym.”

“And here I thought nobody noticed.” You’re a little embarrassed and a whole lot flattered by her comments.

“Well,” she said, opening the door to a room on the fifth floor. “This one’s mine. It isn’t much, but it’s home.”

You follow her through the doorway into the apartment. It’s old, like the rest of the building, with appliances that have seen better days and a few scuffs here and there, but the whole place is generally neat and well kept. Posters and paintings cover the walls, there’s pictures of family and books on the shelves, and generally the apartment seems like a pretty cozy home.

“That’s my bedroom.” She pointed to a doorway on the right of the kitchen, “And this,” She said as she walked toward the left, “Is the spare bedroom, which I’ve turned into what I guess you’d call my studio.”

The room she leads you into looks like a bedroom, but something’s off. The bed, nightstand, dresser and bookshelf are all tucked over toward the wall in such a way as to leave half the room more or less unused. You recognize it from some of her videos. In those, it looks like a normal room, but in real life it’s clearly set up to have room for cameras at different angles.

“So this is where the magic happens.” You joked. “I can’t believe I’m envious of your bedspread.”

“Well, if you want me to sit on you, I’d be happy to.” She replied with a laugh. “But for today, I thought you might like to work as my cameraman, to sort of ease you in. Assuming you’re ok with that, that is.”

“Get to watch you be naked for free? Sounds like a good deal to me. I’ve actually had some experience with this sort of thing.” Seeing her eyebrow arch quizzically, you added “Not with porn. I was in the A&V club in high school.”

“You just keep getting better and better all the time. Keep it up and I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” She teased. “Now, what outfit should I wear for this?”

She pulled open her closet to show off a handful of different outfits, including schoolgirl uniform, a maid outfit, and a Supergirl costume you recognized from one of her videos.