The OF Girl
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 614
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 614 - When you discover a fellow intern at the law office is filming amateur content, you make the rash decision to approach her about it. You couldn't have dreamed what would come from that one conversation.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Workplace MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts 2nd POV
Once Emma had heard the saga of Mosche and his luck for being caught in, or post, sexual act due to his own negligence, you ordered lunch from the sub shop down the street and went to grab it, and they joined you at the table to eat.
“M’kay,” Sabrina said, covering her mouth with a hand as she spoke around a bite of her sandwich. “We used the plan me and you developed, John, but had to adapt it to fit Emma’s content style and what’s already out there. And the fact that she was giving it all away for free. Just keep in mind that her model is gonna be different from mine because she can’t stop posting free stuff since that’s what her fans are used to.”
You nodded slowly, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “Alright, that makes sense. You don’t want to piss off your current fanbase, you just want to try and get them used to the idea of monetizing.”
“Exactly,” Sabrina nodded. Then she looked at her sister expectantly.
Emma’s eyes went wide. “Wait, I’m telling him?” she asked.
“Uh, yeah,” Sabrina said. “It’s your plan, you need to be the one enacting it. You should know it well enough to explain it to him.”
Emma groaned, a little whiny (and a little bratty), reminding you how she was still younger than you and Sabrina even if she’d graduated high school and was heading into college. “Fine,” she eventually said.
“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Sabrina deadpanned. “You don’t have to do any of this, so let us know if we’re wasting our time. We want to help you with this because we know how to do it to keep you safe and successful. If you just want to go back home and keep posting yourself stretching your holes open for your phone camera and letting anyone you know goon to them and hope you’ll put out if they buy you a burger and fries, you can do that.”
Emma gave Sabrina a look and sighed, her shoulders slumping. ‘That’s not what I meant by ... that.”
“Your attitude,” Sabrina said levelly. “Honestly, Emma, you were being a brat. And that’s OK to do in the right circumstances. I’m a brat with John and Gemma sometimes, or online on social media and in the comments and messages on OF, but it’s time and place. Do you think I act like a brat at work? Or when I’m out with friends, other than being silly? Or when I’m handling the business side of content?”
“No, I guess not,” Emma grumbled.
“It’s time to grow up, sis,” Sabrina said, her voice thickening as she leaned in and rubbed Emma’s arm.
“OK, fine. I’m growing up,” Emma said, shaking her head. “I’m a grown woman. I can handle my shit.”
“I believe it,” you said, giving her an encouraging smile. The moment hadn’t been right for you to pile on trying to help or give advice so you’d stayed quiet, but playing the ‘good cop’ at the end felt like a good move.
Emma gave you one of her small, terse smiles that barely broke the surface of her stoic expression, then got up and went and grabbed her laptop so she could give you a mini presentation as the three of you ate lunch. And she wasn’t bad at it, though she mumbled occasionally and jumped between pages more than she would have needed if it was planned out.
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