Chapter 3

Hey Journal, April 3, 2022. It was Sunday. The day that Yolanda would normally rest and prepare for a boring office job, but there I was making money by fucking to my heart’s content. I got myself showered. I had a few errands to run.

I had set up an email account for submissions so people could apply to be in Hey Journal. I didn’t want to have to go out looking for fucks every day. I needed a way to vet people before having them show up at my place.

Plus, I had planned to rent a studio apartment to do all my freaky shit. I had to go put a deposit on the location. I ordered studio lights, a few more cameras to catch multiple angles, some tripods, memory cards, another computer, and an external hard drive. I also found a young man that would eagerly edit the footage and upload it on my behalf. He would be paid every week.

I left my condo dressed as Yolanda in a pair of white ripped shorts and a tank with no bra. My tits were nice and perky. I rarely wore bras. I saw Filipe sitting outside, he smiled and stood to his feet, “Yolanda, right?”

I was surprised he even knew my name, “Yeah, how are you?”

“Good. Good. Um, did you get a new roommate?”

“Not exactly, just a friend of mine.”

He nodded, “She’s something.”

“Something good or bad?”

“Nothing bad. I just noticed she has had a few visitors ... not that it’s any of my business.”

I chuckled. He noticed my fucking activities as Ari. I knew it was time to secure another location. “Yeah, she’s a fun girl who loves to be into different stuff. How’re things going with your girl?”

His face saddened, “We’re on a pause. Or at least that’s what she calls it. What do you think that means?” he asked.

In my mind, I said, “She using this time to fuck other men.” But what I said was, “Maybe she just needs a little space to figure out what she wants.”

He nodded, “You look like you have someplace to get to ... I better not keep you.”

“Have a good day, Filipe.”

“You too.”

I walked through the park and ran across Shawn, also known as Mr. Monster Cock. When our eyes connected, I stumbled remembering how he tore my ass up the other night. I would have loved to make another film with him. He looked at me oddly, yet smiled. There was that big dick energy. Like yeah, I know I look good and can handle myself just as well.

I returned the smile and continued on my journey to the new location. It was a nice space, a little over 500 square feet. As soon as I walked inside there was the long narrow kitchen that led to the bedroom. Three huge windows allowed natural light to pour through. Turn left to go into the main and only bathroom. It was almost larger than the bedroom. Then there was the giant walk-in closet. I was in love with the space.

I had a few deliveries set up for the following week, furniture, and all the equipment for filming. I left the apartment with a little pep in my step excited about the new space. I checked my emails as I sat in the back of the Uber headed home. Several wonderful prospects had submitted their photos, and proof of being STD-free. I figured if I was going to be raw fucking so many men, I should make sure they were disease-free. I also provided my information for their peace of mind if selected.

There were a set of twins, Ted and Todd that submitted. They were both tall, their bodies were cut up and they both had sleeves tatted down their right arms. They held their cocks in the picture with a caption, “We want you to take us both on.”

Now that was something I could do. Yet I still had over thirty emails to look through. I went through a few more before I made my selection. Two bisexual men were partners that also wanted to double me. Then there was this cute redhead.

I knew if I kept looking at emails, I would never decide. Every time I opened one email, another appeared. I finally decided on the bi-sexual couple. I figured that was different and would certainly get tons of views.

When night arrived, I decided to meet the handsome couple at the studio apartment even though it wasn’t furnished. I had some blankets and a bean bag. I figured it didn’t have to be fancy just clean.

The guys were an interracial couple. Michael was African American, stood a little over six feet tall, had cinnamon-colored skin, his hair cut low and even all over. He had big bright brown eyes that seemed to smile without effort. He hugged me, “Hello Ms. Ari, so glad you decided to go with us. We love your series. It’s a lot of fun.”

David was slightly shorter. He had a more serious look. His hair was sandy brown. His eyes were a soft brown, he hugged me, “Yes, thanks for the invite. We weren’t sure if you’d pick us.”

“I’m sort of curious. So,” I laughed. They did as well.

We had a few drinks in the kitchen standing talking about what they did. David worked at home mostly as a notary and part-time at a coffee shop. Michael was a manager of a factory. Before long they got undressed in front of me. Michael had one of those anteater cocks, it was long, and he had not been circumcised. David had a little button. At first, I was like, this is not what your picture showed.