24. Valencia
24
Valencia
A greeing to the contract was the easy part, but I didn’t realize how hard it was going to be. I had learned not to trust anyone and with that, I always came to the same conclusions. No one was trustworthy.
Hunter and Ro had been proving me wrong, and I didn’t know how I felt about it. I had been reluctant about it because of my past and I didn’t think anything more than quick fucks with spankings would occur, but it seemed I had been wrong.
The last few weeks had shown me something so different that I didn’t know a contract could be like this. It wasn’t just sex, though it was a pretty big part. We stayed the night with each other, had breakfast together and just a few days ago, we all went out for dinner.
I had been so wrong about them that now they were consuming my thoughts. Now that I was going through my collaboration with a fellow cam boy, it pained me to say it felt a little wrong.
“What's on your mind?” Beau asked.
“A lot of regret and thinking ‘what the fuck am I doing’,” I said, sitting at a table in the Atelier. It was a Thursday, so it was a slower night, especially since it had been snowing non-stop since this morning.
Beau and I had a great idea about doing it at the club, it would be a great set- up and I didn’t mind being tied up. We thought it would be a good idea to spice things up, bring something new to our sex scenes. This wasn’t the first time we had done a scene together and since we made so much money the last time, we thought another one was due.
Beau was gorgeous and he was the sweetest man I had ever met. I don’t know how he had such a sunny disposition with some of the stories he had told me. He had been burned too many times by life, but fucking on-screen helped his mental life. While I made most of my money from doing live cams, he made his money by posting videos and doing a lot of collabs.
He had a variety of videos that featured so many different things with men, women and groups of both. He built an empire I was impressed with and had contracts with porn studios as well as brands that raked in money. He had won a lot of awards for best fucking, best up-and-coming anal scene and god knew what else.
I had no idea why the hell he wanted to collab with me, but it worked out perfectly when I moved to Denver, because that's where he also lived. The moment we met, we just clicked, and it helped that he was only a few years older than me. He was the only person I had ever done anything with outside of my solo stuff…. Well, and I guess with Ro, which turned out to be a big hit and people were begging him to come back.
“Ok…spill it,” he said, smiling at a few patrons.
You couldn’t help but gravitate towards him.
“I can’t,” I said, drumming my fingers on the table.
“What do you mean you can’t,” he scoffed. “You know I wouldn’t?—”
“It's not that I think you would say anything,” I interrupted him. “There is an NDA involved.”
“Are you in trouble?” he whispered.
I chuckled, “Not in the way you think I am.”
“So, you're not keeping a deep dark secret or maybe a billionaire's baby?” He leaned in closer.
“Definitely a secret, but not a billionaire's baby,” I said, swirling my wine glass with a smile.
“Damn, we could have been rich, Sia,” he said, leaning back in his chair.
Beau had taken to calling me Sia since he found out my real name and because I wore masks. He was devastated when he found out I couldn’t carry a tune.
“You are rich.” I rolled my eyes.
“I could always be richer.” He grinned over his glass. “Do we need to get lawyers involved?”
“Maybe a therapist,” I said, jokingly.
“I have the perfect person, she is amazing,” Beau said, opening his phone and typing away. “She is a little pricey, but definitely worth it. She’s also the sweetest person.”
My phone pinged notifying me that he had sent her contact info.
“Thanks, B,” I said, debating if I needed to call her. “I just don’t know how to navigate these feelings I am having. They aren’t what I had expected.”
He raised his brows at me and I knew I had fucked up.
“They and feelings,” he said with a giddy expression. “What have you gotten yourself into, Sia?”
“I have no idea,” I said, hoping he didn’t say anything.
“I didn’t realize it was an admirer's night again.” A man came up to us and I froze. “I loved seeing you last time and I wish I could have had some time to also speak with you.”
“Ruby here is popular, and the men love her,” Beau said, always lifting me up, but this was the last person I wanted to appeal to.
“I’m one of your biggest fans,” he said, putting a hand on the back of my chair. “I make sure to be on for all of your lives.”
“Thank you,” I said, hoping like hell this was a coincidence.
“Beau! Oh my god!” Someone yelled, capturing Beau’s attention, leaving me with the last person I wanted to be with. Four years later and I still felt like that naive woman.
“Are you taking clients today, could we get a room?” He hadn’t changed much, and that air of confidence was still present, like the world owed him something. Like I owed him something.
“Nope, this is actually just work for Beau and I,” I said, willing my voice to stay even.
“Just tell me how much and I’ll pay whatever you want,” he said, sliding closer to me.
“Sorry, not tonight,” I said, watching Beau talking to a few women. “Work meeting.”
“Doesn’t look like it since he is chatting away instead of here with you,” he said, glancing back at Beau.
“Well, you did interrupt us first and he’s probably being nice and giving us space,” I said, hoping Beau would turn around.
“Oh, well I didn’t know.” His tone had taken on an edge.
“I’m sorry, we are working on collabing together again and we are running through ideas getting inspiration from here,” I said, grabbing my drink and staring at Beau.
“Collabing again?” he growled. “Is that a wise choice?”
He was still aggressive it seemed. A part of me wanted to become the girl he knew, but he couldn’t hurt me anymore.
“I think it is. We had many fans say they loved it and begged for more,” I said, gaining some confidence.
“Well, I know a lot of people who wouldn't appreciate it,” he snarled.
“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way, but if you don’t like it, maybe you shouldn’t watch it,” I said, smiling as sweetly as possible.
He turned red from, what I assumed, not getting what he wanted.
“I would think you’d want to make sure all of your fans are happy,” he clipped.
“If I did that, then I would have stopped doing this business a long time ago,” I said, enjoying his reaction. “I don’t think if I ever did what everyone wanted that would please everyone. Anything I do is going to receive criticism and I've accepted that not everyone is going to like me, and that's ok.”
“But… but your fans,” he sputtered.
“There are thousands of cam girls and I’m sure that my fans can find exactly what they are looking for if I can't give it to them,” I said, getting up. “It was lovely to see you, I hope you have a great rest of your day.”
I smiled, grabbed my drink, and walked away from him with so much swagger. Beau immediately left whoever he was talking to and came up to me.
“Are you ok?” He looked over my shoulder quickly before looking back at me.
“I’m fine, just an asshole fan,” I said, feeling exhausted.
“He looks like a fucking douche,” he said, his voice full of venom, but he still looked extremely sweet.
“I’m gonna head out, I’m beat,” I said, feeling eyes on me and I hated it.
The gaze left me uneasy, and I hated that I felt dirty.
“Me too,” he said, walking me to the area they had put our things.
“Oh, hello!” Genevieve greeted us. “I was hoping to catch you before you left because I wanted to run a few things by you.”
“Sure, what can we do for you?” Beau asked.
He was smitten with her, God, I think all of us were. She was magnetic, alluring and downright gorgeous. She also made me question my sexuality and made me wonder if I might be bisexual because I would let her tie me up and spank me any day. She smirked at me like she knew what I was thinking. My cheeks blushed as I looked away.
“I was wondering if you would like to participate in an auction in a few months?” she asked. “It would be just for a date here at the Atelier and they would only get this version of you. It would benefit a few local community charities.”
“Absolutely!” Beau said excitedly.
I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about the guys, but something told me I should.
“Can I think about it and give you an answer later?” Her attention made me squirm.
“Of course! It won’t be until May or June, but I wanted to see if anyone would be interested in doing it,” she said with a big smile. “I’ll reach out again in a few weeks and give you more details.”
“That sounds great,” I said, grabbing my coat.
“I can’t wait,” Beau said, looking like an eager puppy.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling while she walked away.
“Of course!” Beau yelled.
I grimaced at his over-enthusiasm.
“Damn, Beau, you know she’s taken right? She has a married couple that worship the ground she walks on, and if you saw them you would understand,” I said, zipping up my coat.
“It doesn’t hurt to try,” he smirked, as he pulled some pants and a t-shirt on before his coat. “Girl, put some pants on, you’re going to freeze your ass off.”
“I just wanna leave,” I said, that urgency to leave had returned.
“What happened?” he asked, looking concerned.
“Nothing, just fans who think they know better than we do,” I said, keeping my voice even.
“He looked like a fucking dick,” he said, grabbing his bag.
I wish I could tell Beau about him, but he didn’t need any more attention.
“He was,” I said. “He was telling me a collab with you was stupid and I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.”
“Fucking people think they are entitled to our decisions and think we only cater to them,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, but don’t expect me to be yours.”
“Amen, sister,” I said, feeling better.
“Come on, Sia, let’s get out of here.” He grabbed his own bag and we walked out together.
We said bye to a few of the employees before heading out. Getting off the elevator, I threw my hoodie over my head to hide my wig and mask. I could have walked out looking just as me, but I didn’t want anyone to know it was me.
“Where are you parked?” Beau asked, as he also put his hood up.
He didn’t hide his identity, but Beau had a lot of admirers he chose to stay far away from.
“Second row a few cars down,” I said shivering, even though we had just exited the building.
“Come on, let me walk to your car,” he said, putting his hand on the small of my back.
“I’m right there and it’s cold so let’s just get to our cars,” I said, kissing him on his cheek and running to my car. “Love you, bye!”
“Call me when you get home!” he yelled at me.
I waved as I rounded the corner, thinking I really did need to buy a starter so my car was warm when I got into it.
“You know if you weren’t such a slut, you would have so many more fans.”
I wanted to cry when I turned around to see him again.
Just get in the damn car and leave. Ignore him and get in your car, except I’m afraid that he will get in with me. The urge to scream rose up and I was about to when he lunged for me. A fraction of my scream escaped, but it wasn’t loud enough, when his hand covered my mouth.
“Don’t be so fucking dramatic,” he snarled, as I bit his hand making him gasp.
“Beau!” I screamed.
He grabbed my arm, yanked me forward, which made me stumble as I tried to right myself before I fell. My upper arm burned from his hold as his grip was the only thing keeping me upright.
“Beau! I screamed again, hoping he hadn’t gotten into his car.
“Shut the fuck up,” he snarled, yanking me forward.
I fell onto my knees scraping them and regretted not putting pants on. He leaned down, getting in my face smelling like liquor as his pupils were almost black. Fear slammed into me when he reached for my face. I turned away as much as I could with the way he was holding me, when I was yanked forward and the grip on my arm disappeared.
Beau was dragging him away, but I was frozen in fear when I thought my mind was screaming at me to get help.
Move! I screamed at myself, as Beau looked over at me.
It was that split second, that was all it took for my attacker to pull out of Beau’s grasp, he reared back his arm about to hit him when the sound of footsteps snapped my attacker out of it. He pushed Beau hard, stealing a glance at me before he stopped in his tracks.
His eyes grew wide as the footsteps came closer and he left before Beau could get back up. Slowly reaching up, I realized my mask was skewed and my wig wasn't secured in place anymore.
Fear devoured me. Fuck, this couldn’t be happening. I left, hoping to never see him again. While he wasn’t the reason I left Florida, it was nice knowing I wouldn’t see him again, but I was fucking wrong. Maxwell Hollingsworth, the Dom who treated me like shit had found me and I didn’t know if it was on purpose or fate was fucking me in the ass.