Hi, I'm Emma. I'm a 25 year old, originally from California, but I now live overseas. That's not my real name -- I've changed my name and the other names in this story for privacy, for reasons that will soon become obvious.
I've been posting videos online for the last five years or so, but it was only in the last 12 months that I decided to really try to make a career out of it. My videos are largely travel related, though I really post about anything that interests me. I've built up a small following online over the years, but it was after a few of my videos went viral that I decided it was time to get serious.
It's pretty hard to generate a good income from posting content online unless you're one of the really big "influencers", but I set up an account where my subscribers could agree to pay a few dollars a month for access to exclusive content and live streams, and the money started to trickle in.
One day I noticed that I had a new subscriber who was paying ten times as much as anyone else. I dropped him a message to say thanks, and we communicated back and forth for a bit. He was called Brad, and it turned out that he lived pretty near my hometown. He told me that he enjoyed my content and wanted to help me out and encourage me to make more.
I didn't think much more about Brad until a few months later when I was visiting my family. I realised my route from the airport back home took me pretty close to the town where Brad lived, so I contacted him and asked him if he'd like to meet for coffee. I know some people might be worried meeting up with a random guy they've met online, but I'd run into a few fans over the past year and they'd always been lovely, and in any case I was arranging to meet him in public, so there wasn't really any risk.
Brad turned out to be just as lovely as I expected. 30 years old he was clearly a bit of a "geek". It turned out he'd bought some Bitcoin back in the early days and then sold them for a few million dollars when the price took off. He admitted he wasn't a big spender though, hence why he had the spare cash to generously donate to me.
We had a nice chat, and after about half an hour I made my excuses to leave. Brad asked if I'd be offering any more "perks" for subscribers who paid a bit more, and said he'd be happy to increase his contribution if I did. I said I hadn't really thought about it, and asked if he had any ideas. He said he didn't have anything specific in mind, but perhaps I could think of some "special" perks that would be worth a bigger contribution.
I didn't really think about what he met until after I'd left, but as I drove away I realised from the way he'd said it that he'd clearly been suggesting I might want to do something -- inappropriate -- for the money. I shivered a little, but then dismissed it. There probably were content creators who would be prepared to share some not-safe-for-work pictures -- or more -- for a bit of cash, so it wasn't surprising he'd brought it up, but he hadn't pushed it, so hopefully my lack of a response would tell him that it wasn't my thing and he'd let it go.
A couple of months later, Luke (my boyfriend) and I were looking to move to a new apartment. Our current apartment was tiny and miles from anywhere, and we wanted something better. The problem was that I still wasn't really generating much income, so we were struggling to find anything we could afford.
I remembered Brad's offer and laughed, telling Luke about Brad's request for "special" perks, and saying that if I'd agreed perhaps we'd be able to afford a better apartment. Fortunately Luke found the idea pretty funny and we had a bit of a laugh as to what I might do for the money and what I might charge.
A few weeks later, still having no luck, I said in exasperation to Luke, "would it be the worst thing in the world if I showed this guy my tits in return for rent money?"
Luke raised an eyebrow and asked, "you serious?"
"I mean, it's not exactly where I'm hoping my career to end up," I said, "but I'm so sick of this shit apartment I'd do pretty much anything to get out of it."
"Even fuck him?" Luke asked, raising his eyebrow further.
"Well no, not fuck him," I said, a bit upset Luke would even suggest that. "I have some pride. But I'm talking shit anyway; you'd never agree to any of this."
"I mean, I'm not thrilled about my girlfriend doing anything with another guy," Luke said. "But if you sucking him off meant that we could get that apartment we looked at yesterday..."
"It was a fucking great apartment," I smiled. "You'd seriously let me suck him off for that?"
"Well, it's up to you, you're the one who'd have to do it," Luke said. "But I wouldn't count it as cheating on me or anything."
It was about another month before I finally took the plunge and called Brad. The conversation started a little awkwardly, me trying to get him to confirm what he had meant by "special" perk, to make sure I wasn't embarrassing myself unnecessarily, and him reluctant to admit exactly what he meant. Finally he was clear enough that I felt it worth putting forward my offer.
I explained my terms, which I'd agreed with Luke in advance. Brad would make a one-off additional contribution which would be equivalent to the amount I needed to cover the first three months' extra rent on a beautiful apartment we'd found. He'd have to pay up-front and trust me that I'd deliver on my side of the bargain.
In return, I'd come to his apartment next time I was in California and give him a blow job. For safety, I could bring a chaperone. Other than that, we'd be the only people there, and he couldn't take photos or record it in any way. Neither of us would tell anyone else about the arrangement. If things went well, we could arrange another "perk" to cover my next three months' rent.
And that's how, a month later, I found myself parking up outside Brad's apartment. He hadn't been exaggerating about not being a big spender -- it was in an unremarkable block, and I drove past it a couple of times before finding it. I did start to wonder whether he was telling the truth about the Bitcoin, but he'd paid his contribution, so that's all that mattered.
My chaperone was Luke. I'd been pretty reluctant to ask him -- what guy wants to see his girlfriend suck off another guy -- but I really couldn't think of anyone else I'd be prepared to watch me giving a blow job, so he was the only option.
