OnlyFans Is For Lovers Pt 1

I had a bloody good body and Cameron knew how to make it pop for the camera. Meanwhile, Janine managed the flood of comments with unexpected competence. The trickle of income turned into a flood. Soon I was flush with cash, and raking in more by the week.
*****
I contemplated manslaughter, not for the first time that day.
Standing in Cameron’s small studio–bare chest out, jeans slung low–I tried not to feel like a right muppet. A voice in my mind kept screaming that I’d wandered onto the set of a dodgy calendar shoot. Cameron was doing his thing with the lens, head tilted, fingers fiddling with some little dial like it mattered.
I hated this. Not in the I feel silly way. No–this was proper, bone-deep hate. I hated the lighting, too soft and too warm. I hated how the denim stuck to my thighs. Hated the way I felt like a preened boytoy, posing for the camera like a cheap tart in a Topman ad.
Cameron sighed, finally lifting his head. “Could you, I don’t know… smile a little?”
Christ, it got on my nerves how he pronounced every syllable down to a tee. He sounded like a posh grammar school wanker who drank too much chamomile tea.
“You’ve got that look like you’re about to chew someone’s ear off,” he continued.
“Maybe I am,” I muttered. “No promises.”
He sighed again, letting it drop, thin lips pressed to a line. His gaze returned to the screen of the tripod-mounted camera as he adjusted the lens for the umpteenth time. I watched him, not bothering to hide my glower.
OnlyFans hadn’t been my first idea. It hadn’t been my tenth, either. It hadn’t been on the bloody list at all, until some friend-of-a-friend had mentioned how their younger sister was raking in ten thousand quid a month....