Chapter 8

Sabrina twisted her lips into a half-pout, half-consider expression as she sat back into her booth bench. "I- Well, it's hard to say," she said. "I guess it kinda came down to just... I want more, faster? Like, I could go through school while working some minimum wage job and hating it, and all that effort would take away from my classes. And then at the end when I have a degree I would still be broke with a mountain of student debt going into law school, piling up more debt. Doing this, after the first couple of weeks I made enough to cover my rent for the month and books for the next semester. I'm a month in now and I've already paid off my rent for the summer."

"So it's all about the money?" you asked.

She smirked. "Well, no," she said. "There are some perks that I wasn't expecting. I get a little thrill every time I post something dirty. It's like posting something cute on Instagram and seeing a lot of people like it, but way, way more. And sure, some of the comments I get are weird and gross, but a lot of the people who message me are super complementary and super... I don't know, they just really want to make a connection with someone, and when I give them just a little bit of attention I can tell it's made their week. And that makes me feel good, knowing I'm doing that."

You nodded slowly, trying to absorb everything she was saying. Your assumptions about OnlyFans girls had always been rudimentary - they were slutty girls who wanted to make an easy buck off of their looks. Yeah, sure, Sabrina was in it for the money, but the way she talked about it, it was like she'd made a calculated business decision instead of just doing it on a whim. And she wasn't a slut, at least not openly. She dressed relatively conservatively compared to most college girls you knew, she was friendly but not overly flirty with people. As far as you knew she didn't sleep around, or you probably would have heard something from your social circles back at college.

"Thanks," you said.

She quirked an eyebrow with a little smile. "Really?"

"Yeah," you said. "I mean, you didn't need to give me a real answer like that. You could have just brushed it off. I appreciate you being candid."

"Well, you're welcome," she said.

Your beers were soon delivered to the table, and you both gave your orders, giving you a chance to tease her about ordering a salad while you ordered a chicken burger and fries. Sabrina excused herself after going to the washroom, and you took the opportunity to adjust your dick in your pants. The conversation hadn't even been that sexual, but just being with her, knowing what you knew, was getting to you.

Pulling out your phone, you glanced towards the little washroom hallway quickly before loading up your web browser and opening Sabrina's page. You scrolled a moment, then selected one of the photo sets she'd posted. It was a classic schoolgirl outfit tease, and in the first couple of photos she played the part - she wasn't even being a slutty schoolgirl, her kilt was down almost to her knees, and her shirt was tucked in with a little bowtie matching the pattern of the kilt. Then she was playing with the kilt, then she started undoing blouse buttons.

You had just scrolled down to the moment Sabrina was flipping up her skirt, showing off her lacy panties and ass as she smirked over her shoulder, when Sabrina came back out of the washrooms. She'd taken off her sweater, leaving her in her button-down blouse and long, black knit skirt. You quickly slipped your phone back into your pocket.

"Getting comfortable?" you asked.

"Sort of," she said, giving you a soft, playful smile. She sat down and you two started talking about work, of all things. Sabrina found the work as boring as you did, and had formed a lot of the same opinions about your fellow interns other than Gemma. Sabrina thought Gemma was a bit sneakier than she came off, a bit more like Eric and his entitled background. You hadn't seen that out of her, but then you also had to admit you might have had some blinders on because of her looks.

Eventually, Sabrina drained the last of her beer and she reached into her little purse and pulled out her phone, putting it on the table in between the two of you. "So, I had an idea," she said.

It was your turn to give her the raised eyebrow. "Alright. Are we talking 'take a picture to make Eric jealous about lunch' idea, or something else?"

"Something else," she said. Sabrina leaned forward, dropping her voice a little bit. "I need something to post tonight or tomorrow, so I was thinking since you've already, y'know, seen everything... do you want to be my cameraman really quick?"

You blinked, and then looked around the restaurant. It was coming up on noon and more people had entered, but they were all getting seated near the front. The hostess seemed to be trying to do you two a favour with some privacy.

"Really?" you asked.

"Sure," Sabrina said. "Usually I have to try and figure out how to do it all by myself and it takes a million tries to get things in frame the way I want. You already know how I frame things, and you've been really, weirdly good and supportive about it, so why not? I mean, if you're into it."

"Uhm, yeah, sure," you said.

"Cool," she said. "Let's just wait for our food, then we can make it look like you're taking photos of me for Instagram or something. You can use my phone - I upgraded to the Pixel when I was thinking about doing all this."

"Yeah, OK," you said.

Holy shit. Holy shit!

For the next couple of minutes, Sabrina leaned over the table and showed you the various features on her phone she wanted you to use. She tested a couple of soft filters for the lighting, passing the phone back and forth with you.

Then the food arrived, dropped off by your waitress, and you sat back as Sabrina gave you a smile.

"Well? Are you ready to give this a try?" she asked.