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Mizuki let out a lung full of their hot, heavy breath while they stared at their phone screen, which was the only light in the pitch-black room. Something uncomfortable was growing by the second between their legs as they stared at the image on the screen. Their eyes traced the hem of Ena's shirt which hung a little low on her body, just low enough to catch nothing more than a glimpse of her nipples poking out over the top. Needless to say, seeing her half-naked figure posted on a public account brought about many emotions: surprise, arousal, and a hint of jealousy being chiefly among them.
More, I need more, they thought while they brought up the webpage on their computer. Mizuki had been a member of a group called Nightcord at 25:00 up until recently when the other three members graduated high school. Ena and Mizuki always worked closely together, and at times, Mizuki would remember that they had feelings for Ena, a hunch that they would keep locked up in the closet, never to see the light of day. Around this time a year ago, 1:00, they would have been calling her and the rest of the group, but it just wasn't the same anymore.
And it never would be the same, not since Mizuki found out about her secret.
Within minutes, several tabs were up on Mizuki's computer. Bank account, research questions, and the launcher for a game they played every day. After the launcher, it was straight into the in-game store, where they unchecked the auto-renew subscription box. It was definitely a "heat of the moment" decision, but after the first tier of Ena's Onlyfans had been bought, they knew it was all worth it. The wide screen was flooded by Ena's familiar photo shooting style, but these ones had an added allure. Many shots of her in her underwear, shots of suggestive poses, and a few precious shots of her exposed breasts.
"Am I attracted to her or not?" was a question for later, as Mizuki flipped their mouse to the left side of their desk, just so they could make sure their right hand wasn't busy.
Making ends meet as a freelance artist was a herculean task to say the least. Ena's father, much to her dismay, was absolutely right about this much. Waiting on commission flow while also trying to dish out art pieces while still having enough money to pay rent and live her life was like asking an ant to carry a boulder. It simply wouldn't happen.
This was Ena's reason and justification for her sudden choice to use her selfie-taking skills to post suggestive pictures of herself to a site called OnlyFans. If anyone were to ask her, "what's your biggest secret?", she was certain that she would answer with the link to her account. Exposed breasts, pantie shots, and lingerie, teasing her quickly growing fanbase with everything she could get away with on the platform. It had gotten to a point that this platform was her main source of income, what put food on her table. At some point, she even began budgeting money for new lingerie and revealing outfits to wear for her subscribers.
Eventually, her subscriber count had grown to just above 600 people, nearly 1 in 50 people being subscribers of her highest tier where she had recently decided to start posting videos filmed lazily on her phone for a sort of simple charm she was hoping to get across. In some videos, she'd remove her clothing down to nothing more than a bra and panties, while in others, she'd use her expensive video camera to film POV shots of her underneath the viewer as a sort of roleplay.
By the time she started to release this sort of content, she'd gotten over the embarrassment of exposing herself like this to perverted strangers on the internet who likely used these images and videos for lewd things behind closed doors. Never did Ena think she would encounter someone who knew her from OnlyFans. Or, that one of the closest people in her life was her biggest fan.
It didn't take long to rise through the tiers. Soon enough, Mizuki had the highest accessible, and most expensive, level of Ena's account despite it being difficult to support. They only had a part-time job and worked weekends due to school. It was what they looked forward to doing after work or school every day: seeing Ena. They weren't really seeing her like they might have started to think, but they saw the most personal aspects of her that not many others were able to see.
The videos were the best. In some of Mizuki's lowest moments, they would fall into the roleplay and imagine things to be real, just to snap back into reality after they were done. Every time it happened, they considered canceling their subscription, but something dark made them remain adherent every time.
I know Ena personally, and I don't want strangers on the internet seeing things about her that I can't see they thought at times, though at other times they had enough self-awareness to pull themself out of that hurtful mindset.
Even so, it became increasingly difficult to rid themself of it when Ena surged in popularity and launched an even higher tier with new features for them, namely, personal texting through the app. Now there was not a smidge of a chance that they would unsub, after all, they had to be one of the many people that would now have access to what was essentially her DMs.
Ena’s funds were running slightly dry for the month. By the end of paying bills, buying groceries, and doing recreational things, she would be out of money to spend on promoting her brand. Though luckily, she had an idea festering in her mind for the last few weeks for an occasion such as this. A new way to promote her content, earn more money, and not need to spend much more aside from her own time rather than money.
A new tier to her subscriptions, including the unlocked ability to message/be messaged by Ena herself. However, part of this subscription did require her to speak with the clientele, but she was sure she could manage it. She even had pre-written sexy-talk messages for the people she didn't really care for and would rather get on with her life forgetting about.
Upon posting this new tier, she left to get water, and upon also arriving back at her desk, one person immediately upgraded their previous subscription. Impressive really… she thought, opening a chat with the dedicated subscriber. They must be quite the fan. I guess it wouldn't hurt to give them a more thought-out message…
> Hey! Thank you so much for being my first ever tier 5 subscriber! <3
That'll do for now.
As simple as it was, she wanted to get to know how the person texts before getting into anything drastic. See if they're approachable or antisocial or something in between.
Mizuki already read the description of the tier, but their heart still jumped into their throat as a message popped up in the chat. A message from Ena. The Ena. She was texting them. Texting Mizuki.
They wondered why it was that talking to her made them feel ecstatic like she was some kind of celebrity, especially when they used to be friends. Sighing, they brought up the chat box and began to type.
> Ena it's so nice to finally meet you! I'm a long time fan of yours :)
As quickly as the reply from her anonymous fan came in, she felt a pang in her chest. Ena, for as long as she could remember, wanted not much more than to be loved and to be noticed by people for her work. While this field didn't exactly consist of her proudest creations, mostly due to the lewd nature of everything, just seeing that someone was so much of a fan to not only message her with something so seemingly wholesome, but pay $125 a month to message her like this?
It was a lot to even try and fathom.
. . .
> Oh you're gonna make me blush haha...
Ena would be lying if she said she was totally acting right then. Her face had already started to feel warm from the flattery.
> So you know what your benefits are as a tier 5 subscriber, yes? Or do you need a little explaining?
Knowing Ena, Mizuki felt that her reply was maybe a little out of place, but they couldn't blame her. She was just putting on an act to appeal to what her fans would want. I want you to feel comfortable talking with me, they thought while typing out their next words.
> Sure! I wouldn't mind you telling me~
Ah, a flirt. Ena had immediately assumed from their use of the tilde punctuation. She only knew one other person in her life who ever did that, so of course, her mind drifted to other places.
> Well, you're messaging me now, so I'll take it that you already know about some of your benefits, haha
Maybe it was a little silly to ask someone who she was currently texting as a benefit, if they knew what their subscription benefits were.
> As you also probably know, once every three weeks you can request your own selfies. POVs, outfits, poses, lighting anything you want to request! When you do want to request it, I'll do my best to make it to your liking! <3
Ena could have gagged at how nice and casual she was being. After all, this was a stranger, even if she couldn't help but feel an unusual sense of familiarity.
The thought once again seeped into Mizuki's mind that she did this for anyone who would pay her money. Still, they couldn't help but respond to the short girl behind the screen.
> You're real sweet. I look forward to getting to know you more personally <3
> As for the picture, let's start off with something vanilla, yeah?
They held their breath as they typed out their next message, heart was beating a little faster, out of shame for what they had said.
> I wanna see your pussy
Reluctantly, they hit send.
Just when Ena had figured she was safe in the hands of a wholesome and merciful subscriber, she was hit with the last thing she expected from someone as seemingly approachable as this person.
> Wow, that's very forward of you, don't you think?
She responded to buy time, contemplating whether or not she should respectfully decline or go through with it and give her most loyal subscriber something worth their money that they had so quickly thrown forth for her.
Mizuki clenched their teeth at the response. Maybe she was right.
> Yeah maybe! I just wondered if you might be sending that kind of stuff to your tier 5s?
After they sent that one, they had an overwhelmingly strong urge to tag a playful, teasing message on after it, but decided it might make their identity overly obvious. Mizuki was too far in to have her know the truth now. Back when they worked together, they had fun banter all the time, and it was something Mizuki actually missed dearly.
> Alternatively, I was thinking some shots in a tank top and headphones could be nice... what do you think?
Ena had a feeling this customer was going to be a handful.
> I think I can do that
Quickly, she began throwing together her selfie's composition in her head:
Headphones resting around her neck, her phone in one hand, and one of the speakers in the other. She had a dark gray crop top with thin straps that she figured would work well enough for the picture. After all, she'd be showing more skin, which seemed to be desired in this case.
She already had it decided in her head though, that she would give a small treat to this subscriber.
> You hang tight, yeah? I'm going to change outfits now and send them once they're taken, sound good?
Mizuki's mouth curled into a smile as the first message popped up, and then the second. What would it look like? Ena was pretty talented with taking pictures, so whatever she produced would probably be good. With this thought in mind, Mizuki waited patiently after replying.
> Oh, sweet! Take your time though, I have to head to work pretty early. Traffic to the mall on Saturdays is just awful…
Huh, the mall... a sort of deja vu came over Ena for a moment. They probably don't live around here anyways. A different mall, for sure.
> Tell me about it! My friend complains about it all the time. I always wake up late so...
Wait, why was she getting personal now? She had a selfie to work on.
> Uh, I'll be right back!
Rushing away from her PC with her best set of headphones and smartphone in hand, Ena began going through her drawers at a speed much faster than she normally would if she were just getting dressed to go somewhere. She couldn't exactly tell if it was nervousness or a sort of excitement for her first tier 5 subscriber giving her a request. Slipping her current outfit off, she threw on the crop top and... well, she would need to find what she was hoping to wear down below. Her favorite pair of blue lace panties.
Being as they were her lifeline in photos, she was able to locate them easily in her first drawer. After that, came the hardest part. Posing. Ena had already decided that she would do a top-down view to give a much more accentuated look to her chest as well as making her panties easily visible in the camera, her go-to for dramatic selfies.
Mizuki had spent too much time texting Ena, so they had to rush to get changed. They threw on their work outfit, freshly washed and ready to go, just to bolt out the door and into the car. Luckily it wasn't too hot, so the slow ride to the mall was bearable. Minutes passed in silence and all Mizuki could think about was Ena. They wanted to talk to her more, they wanted to see what kind of picture she would come up with.
It ate away at them so much that they didn't last ten minutes on the job without whipping out their phone. It had probably been an hour since they last contacted Ena, so they checked it under the register counter.
The store Mizuki worked in was a fashion-oriented store. The soft lights and darker tone of wallpaper created a nice ambiance, and there were never too many people at a time. Any customer in the store though would have noticed that the current cashier was a bit distracted...
The picture was having trouble loading due to a bad network connection, so Mizuki started typing a reply in the meantime.
Sure! I can talk to you about it later after I get off my shift, assuming you'll still be awake lol
They stopped right there as the selfie loaded in front of their eyes.
Finishing up the final touches for her pose, Ena sucked in a deep breath. She was really about to do this...
Hesitantly tracing her hips, Ena slid a thumb under the lace strap of the panties she'd put on just a moment ago, lightly tugging them down just enough to expose her slit. If not for the fact she was already used to suggestive poses such as these, Ena was sure she'd be a brighter red than the strawberries she had on her pancakes for breakfast. If this was what her anonymous subscriber wanted, she figured she may as well try and combine everything they desired into the perfect selfie, worth the money they were spending.
Redoing the same photo at least 30+ times, Ena finally settled on one she liked, sending it to her subscriber without any sort of caption.
In the selfie, Ena held her camera just above her head (which rested on a soft white pillow), aimed downwards, her short brown hair cascading across the fabric she layed on, her accent braid held together by a white rubber band. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and a blush dusted lightly across her face. Her chest was very well defined in the bra she was wearing, and trailing lower, her exposed stomach lead to where she bashfully held the strap of her panties below her hip, resting her arm against her curves.
Never again… Ena promised herself, tossing her phone down, too embarrassed to pick it up.
Mizuki almost dropped their phone right then and there as they were hit with the most incredible photo they had ever seen. Being in need of constant reassurance that the money they spent on this girl was worth it, this was all they needed to prove it.
"Excuse me? Are you okay?" A customer said, snapping Mizuki out of their thoughts. They nodded slowly and began checking out the pink-haired girl with high twintails that had just appeared at the counter. Mizuki never gave too much thought to what the customers bought unless they asked, but this one had noticeably good taste in products. "Your face is pretty red.. are you sure?" she asked again.
"Y-Yeah I'm just fine!" Mizuki replied. Checking out was a bit uncomfortable, because below the counter where the girl couldn't see, a quick erection had sprung up and poked out of their underwear. Their skirt would hide it, luckily, but it didn't make it any less disconcerting. The moment the girl had checked out and left, Mizuki retrieved their phone from the counter and opened it up again.
They just couldn't get enough of this photo. Her ridiculously adorable face, her suggestive choice in undergarments, the teasing peak at her slit. Mizuki took a deep breath and finished off their reply.
> Sure! I can talk to you about it later after I get off my shift, assuming you'll still be awake lol
> And holy shit that picture is so hot, thanks, worth every penny. Can't wait to get off work
Then they crossed the floor and got the attention of the store manager.
"Manager, excuse me a minute. I'm gonna head to the bathroom♪"
After a short moment of rolling around, kicking bedsheets, and giving a good scream into her pillow, Ena hesitantly took her phone into her hands once again and unlocked it. Her anticipation was already through the roof, and she had no idea why.
Ah, they like it…
That was really all that mattered to her. As long as her subscribers (more specifically, this one loyal subscriber) were happy, then she was happy as well with the photo. Though the lighting could have been a bit more dramatic, she admitted.
> Glad you like it! ♡
Why did texting subscribers need to be so much harder than it seemed? Should she start some sexy talk? Let them be on their way? Spare them so that they can work without being aroused or something of that sort? Too many questions without a single answer.
Tossing her phone back down against her bed, Ena held a plushie close to her chest, resting her chin on it in the fetal position. She was nervous over nothing, she decided. They were just some perverted stranger paying her money for nudes, and she figured it would be best to remind herself of that.
With newfound mental clarity, Mizuki's shift went by very quickly. After leaving the store to the next worker, they left quickly too. The car ride back left nothing but thinking time, and there had only been one thing on their mind recently. Should I tell Ena who I am? Maybe I should contact her again? Admittedly, it was fun to add this sexual side to their relationship, but it's like she didn't know them anymore. It took them pulling up to their house to settle on an answer. I'll leave things be for now. She doesn't need to know.
Then it was right back to the computer, where they could text again on a wide screen.
> Hey, you still around?
> Yup! How was work?
Nearly instantly, Ena replied. It wasn't like she had anything better to do. She had been painting when her phone suddenly lit up, if you could even call it painting. The majority of the time, she just chewed her paintbrush and stared.
Is it too personal for me to ask about their day? Ena thought in passing, walking over to her bed to take a seat somewhere more comfortable for the time being.
Mizuki was a bit surprised when they moved to click out of the browser, but a reply popped up nearly instantly. In fact, they even smiled a little. Ena put a lot of care into this account, didn't she?
> It was pretty boring. One of the customers decided to spray an entire bottle of the shop's perfume and it reeked for my entire shift.. But I got extra pay so it was all worth it! How was your day?
Did she care to talk about her day, or even hear about Mizuki's day? Something about this whole conversation felt fake with the large payment in the background, but they still wanted to talk to her, so they went through with it.
> Oh wow, so you hate strong perfumes too?
Being relatable is good, right?
Overthinking as always, Ena's thumbs tapped and dragged across her phone screen as she wrote up the rest of her reply. Normally, she would message tier 5s (she had only two others) from her laptop, but she was all too lazy to get up, and at least this way she could lay on her bed.
> Do you work in a perfume store or something? A salon maybe?
Mizuki tightened their grip on their phone while they tried to remember if they ever told Ena where they work. I had to have told her, right? Well, it probably wouldn't hurt too much to give some hints.
Yeah, something like that. A smaller fashion shop that's somewhat close to the mall.
Truthfully, it was in the mall, but that's a detail that would help Ena differentiate between her old friend Mizuki, and this anonymous tier 5 subscriber on her Onlyfans.
> I wish it paid as well as your work does. You have such a nice body!
Fashion. Ena dwelled on that part a bit longer than even the flirting her subscriber had been doing. They really were a lot like Mizuki. Being reminded of her friend was somehow both chilling and heartwarming. She didn't ever realize how much she missed talking to them until she was face to face with their near doppelganger. Smiling lightly, Ena typed her response and sent it.
> You flatter me, really! There are so many more people on the platform that look so much better than me. I'd say I'm on the lower end in terms of looks really...
Stop self-deprecating, dumbass!!
> Ah sorry about that! Anyways you kind of remind me of an old friend of mine, crazy right?
TOO CLOSE, TOO CLOSE
Back when they worked together, Mizuki was quite excellent at derailing the conversation when Ena was adamant about pushing their boundaries, and they would have to tap into some of that right now.
> That is weird, but the world is huge!
> Yeah... this platform is pretty brutal huh? Well, I think you're beautiful, Enanan
They caught themself before they could send it... old habit.
> I think you're beautiful Ena. Anyways, I'm going to hit the hay, night night♪
Flushed in the face and on the tips of her ears now, Ena could have sworn she would burst into flames. Sure, she may have been used to being complimented by people in the comments of all her pictures, but this was so much different than that.
> Ah, thank you so much,,
She paused, typing up another message
> And thank you for the kind words and understanding. Have a good rest! ➹
Letting out a breath she had no idea she was even holding in. She hated herself for wanting to get close to a stranger that's paying to see her naked online. Maybe she had missed having someone to talk to like this, someone like Mizuki.
As fast as the thought of messaging them popped into her head, she dismissed it, rolling over on her bed. Maybe she was due for some sleep too.