32 - He Knows His Place, Part One #2
With the hot cup of coffee in hand, she shut the door behind her.
No matter how hot the weather was, she would never say no to coffee.
She loved the taste. She didn’t even drink it for the caffeine anymore.
Most of the time, she only drank water during the day, so a cup of coffee was a nice little treat for her.
She sat in front of her laptop which was on a little table in front of the bed. She placed her coffee next to it, planning to drink it soon because she liked her coffee hot. The flavor was utterly ruined if the coffee grew cold.
She knew what Ron actually wanted to talk to Johnny about. She knew exactly what was going on with their financial situation. She sat there for a moment to gather her thoughts. It pissed her off. The entire situation angered her.
They wouldn’t be in this situation if Ron had just played it smart and not blown so much money.
It was unfair that he didn’t get the raise in the first place, though.
He was just trying to treat her nice, to make her happy.
That’s the only reason he had spent so much.
With the salary he’d had for the past three years, he could never get her anything nice.
So, she understood why he went overboard with the spending.
When they had moved into their first apartment, in order to make enough money for bills every month, they had made the decision for her to make porn.
Live porn. It was necessary. For eight months, she did just that and loved every second of it.
But, the last few weeks had drained the life and energy out of her.
It had been almost four-and-a-half years since she had done it.
Ron was able to support them with what he made at his job, so it was okay for her to quit.
He was very understanding and encouraged her to stop.
He’d been able to see how much it was tearing her apart.
He never wanted her to feel that way, for any reason. Definitely not just to make money.
So, she had decided to call it quits. She had shut down every site where she sold pictures, videos, and clips as well as the live streaming sites she had worked on.
She had lost her love for it once she started questioning her beauty, and her self esteem had dropped.
She knew it was self-centered, but her beauty was important to her.
She loved being looked at and desired by other men.
It made her feel good. Most importantly, though, she wanted to love herself.
How could she love herself if she wanted to cry every time she looked in the mirror?
After recent events had caused them to slip into crippling debt, she decided to try it out again. But do it differently this time.
Her online persona’s name was Mistress Lexi.
She never removed one item of clothing. What she specialized in was online domination; sometimes for a crowd and other times for one-on-one video chats.
It had been a week, and she had already made a couple hundred dollars.
Ron didn’t know about it this time. She was going to save money in case anything like this ever happened again.
It was something she needed to do for herself.
She clicked the brB screen off and watched as the chat room flooded with messages once more.
“Hey, boys, I’m back. Can’t be too loud, though. Hubby has a friend over today. Although I know they both don’t mind, I think I’ll save everyone the embarrassment.”
There were many messages welcoming her back, others asked her to “show tits” and other similar messages.
Ron thought she was doing freelance graphic design work again, but that wasn’t even remotely true anymore. She had stopped freelancing a week ago because she knew she could make so much more money doing this.
A notification request for a “private show” popped onto the screen.
dark-necesseties80 requests a private show, do you accept?
YES NO
Lillian clicked on YES and waited for the man on the other side to specify his needs. The private shows paid the best. Mainly because the men would have such a wonderful time that they’d give her a hefty tip on top of what they already paid. Lillian’s ability to make any man hard was no joke.
The screen showed a man with no pants on in a dark room. Lillian rolled her eyes intentionally. She knew what this man wanted. He revealed his private bits for her to see, as he stroked it up and down.
Lillian started laughing even harder. His dick was so small, she couldn’t contain herself.
“You call that a cock?” Mistress Lexi said, “Is that really what you want me to look at?”
“N-no…” the man mumbled.
“It’s so small I might as well call you a woman. It’s disgusting. Is that a little mushroom you tied to your crotch to make up for your lack of cock?”
Lillian watched the man revel over every single word she spoke. He was loving it.
“I doubt I’d even be able to make that little mushroom come. Like, would I have to use tweezers? Oh, you’re making me sick,” Mistress Lexi said.
He was stroking his little cock ferociously. He was close.
“No woman would ever want a cock so small. You’ll never be able to please a woman with that little shrimp dick of yours.”
That was the breaking point for the man on the other end of her computer. He came all over the place. She giggled at the thought of him cumming all over his computer screen and keyboard.
Boy, what a difficult mess that would be to clean up.
“Thank you Mistress Lexi. I love you. Thank you. Here. Have this,” the man stuttered.
He forwarded her three hundred dollars and left. The screen went black. She felt accomplished, but she had done enough for today. So, she clicked to go offline and laid back on the bed.
“Oh shit, my coffee’s gonna get cold!” Lillian whispered to herself.
She shot back up and grabbed her cup of coffee, then let out a sigh of relief. The cup was still warm enough for her coffee to be the perfect drinking temperature. She took a sip and stared down at it.
No matter how much Lillian tried to convince herself otherwise, she was doing this for Ron and not just herself.
She feared that the conversation they were having downstairs might not go well.
If that were the case, they wouldn’t be able to pay their debts back.
There was only a week left, so she would have time to make enough money if she spent as much time in front of the camera as she could.
She didn’t want to tell Ron, because she knew he would feel like a disappointment for making her feel as though she needed to do something that she didn’t like to do…
just for money. But working the porn sites was different this time.
She was stronger. She had grown so much since the last time she did it. She could handle it just this once.
Another thing Ron felt strongly about was being the ‘Man’ of the house; the breadwinner, the one to provide for the household.
He hated the thought of her doing something just because they needed money.
He was the same way in his work life, too.
He wouldn’t do anything just to get higher pay.
That’s why he wasn’t financially where Jonathan was today.
***
Ron and Jonathan sat in silence for a moment.
Both could feel the tension in the air. Jonathan couldn’t handle it.
He knew something was wrong. Since they had been friends for about twenty-one years, he could tell when Ron wasn’t in a good place.
Jonathan ran his fingers through his chocolate-brown hair before speaking up.
“So, why did you actually call me to come over? Something’s wrong. Don’t lie to me, Jer. I can see it on your face.”
Ron opened his mouth in hopes that the right words would miraculously flow out of it, but nothing came. He didn’t know how to approach asking someone for money. Would he be judged? Jonathan was so successful, would it make Ron look bad for fucking up?
“I need to ask you a favor,” Ron said. It was the only way he could think of to kickstart the conversation. It was still painful and embarrassing. He felt like a failure for being in this situation in the first place.
“You know I’ll always have your back, buddy. Don’t be shy. Just talk to me. I’m sure we can sort something out.”
“I…” Ron trailed off.
They had gotten into his own personal beer stash after finishing the ones Jonathan brought with him. Now, he took a big swallow of beer in an attempt to calm his nerves and form his next thought.
“I got myself into big trouble. You know that raise and bonus I was promised by the big boss man?”
“Ah, yes, Dave. What a fuckin’ prick. Always hated that guy. He’s an idiot,” Jonathan confessed.
“Well, neither the raise nor the bonus ever came. He changed his mind a month after it was actually due to happen. So… I made the mistake of getting too excited and spending the money I was promised.”
Jonathan was listening intently. He stared into Ron’s blue eyes as he asked, “How much?”
“Six thousand. And I have no idea how to pay it back. I’m fucked, man.
I’m fuckin’ fucked. I just wanted to do something nice for my Lily.
I wanted to give her what she deserves. I renovated the kitchen and fixed up the living room.
Do you know how much these couches cost me?
I’m so stupid,” Ron confessed with his face in his hands.
“You’re not stupid. You know that, right? You are the smartest man I know. Don’t belittle yourself, else I’ll fuck you up, okay?” Jonathan cracked a joke to lighten the mood.
Despite his despair, Jonathan could always make Ron laugh. No matter the high or the low, he had his back.
“Thank you. We all know if we got into a fight, you would win in a second,” Ron said and looked down at his arms. They were muscular, but not as much as Jonathan’s arms.
“What do you need me for then?”