Chapter 1: The Plan
“Money that tight Nathan? You’re really going to make an onlyfans?” Jon asked excitedly. “Can I be in it…with a mask?”
“Fuck no!” He grimaced as he struggled to unfold the six-foot-tall set of white panels. “Why would anyone want to see, yet pay for that little thing you call a dick?”
“Make your mom squirt though,” Jon laughed.
“Funny. Now how about you get over here and help me unfold these things instead of talking about my mom’s insides?”
“The fuck bro?” Jon grabbed the back panel and pulled it out while Nathan held the other. “You’re going to be fucking random girls for your OF and now acting all serious. You’re not scared are you…might get limp dick?!”
“First of all, it’s not OF as you think, I’m going with a photoshoot.” He pulled his end around the foot of his bed which they’d moved to the middle of Nathan’s bed. “Bend your end around the foot of the bed.”
“A fucking photoshoot?” Jon asked, then flipped the metal brackets on the back, locking them into place. “Let me get this straight, you are paying an escort to come here, strip and pose for a shoot and you’re not going to fuck her? Who’s going to pay for that?? And more importantly…why aren’t you fucking her?!”
Nathan stepped over to the other side of the bed where his phone was set up on a Temu tripod.
“She’s not an escort, she’s a model,” he insisted.
“You’re point being? Lemme see a pic”
“She’s here” as he grabbed his phone.
“Karla Johnson?” he laughed. “Sounds like a single mom to me.” He shook his head. “She looks a dirty bitch!”
Nathan smiled as he watched Jon scroll through dozen photos. Karla, a small petit blue-eyed blonde who was absolute perfection, it showed in her photos which ranged from a Yoga shoot, to a naughty schoolgirl outfit and lingerie.
“Available for erotic shoots.” Jon read part of her description. “I am as playful as I am professional and will pose semi-nude. For an additional fee I am willing to engage in photos portraying sex”
“So, she’ll take a photo of your dick in her but won’t let you move it in and around in between pics? ”
“I told you, it’s not for smut, I want something different to every other cheap porn OF.”
“You’re going to want to fuck after you spend an hour taking pictures of that flexible body.” He handed his phone back to him. “Seriously, I bet she puts out, and you’re gonna want her too.”
“If I wanted a thot I could have gotten one, but this isn’t for fun, Jon, I need some cash and bad. I need a woman who knows how to pose and love the camera.”
“Screw the camera, anyway that’s not a camera, that’s a mobile…with a shitty camera, I’d pay her extra to love something else.”
“Hey, I’m broke alright?! Anyway you don’t think straight, she’d want half the money from the subscriptions”
“Don’t act like you’re not going to get all horned out taking those pictures. How much she charging anyway?”
“I didn’t say that,” he laughed. “But this isn’t about sex, just sexy pictures, we’ve agreed $150.”
“That’s a lot of money though. You could find someone cheaper. What about putting something up on Tinder?”
“Hey, want to come over my house and let me take pictures of you in lingerie, maybe topless so I can show post them online…p.s I love cooking, come on man”
He walked over to the tripod, straightened it and slotted in his phone, looking at the screen, and adjusted it so the entire bed was visible for when needed a wide angle shot.
“But like I said, I need someone who knows how to pose and smile and act natural. Plus, this is her job so she’s fine with it being shared for OF only, hence the money upfront….plus if it does well its advertising for her.”
“I need to get a better phone….”
“Only if you can take pictures one handed, and don’t mind the shaking images,” Nathan joked.
“Where’d you get that kind of money anyway and why you spending it if you’re broke?”
“I did ok on some crypto…you ask that like it’s a million dollars, it’s $150 dollars. Dude, I live at home..deliver for Gino’s pizza, I saved my tips…and plus I’m in total shit street, I blew all my savings on nights out and cheap gadgets I’m officially fucked..My dad thinks I have enough to get my own place since the break up with Faye..I have nothing left, I need this now before I’m kicked out”
“Wow dude what the fuck?! How about your sister? What’s she think to it all?”
“None of her fucking business, plus..Mom’s ok with it as long as there’s nothing seedy going on”
“Probably too stoned to care,” Jon pointed out. “You’re mom bought an ounce from me earlier.”
“Fucking hell I though you wanted to catch up not come to deal to my mom!? Anyway she doesn’t smoke that much, my Dad will have most of that, they’re cool with it”
“Tell you what though, your sister is hot it’s jus too bad she dresses like a hippie, bet she’d be really cute if she dressed normal, I bet she doesn’t shave.”
“Like she cares you think what she looks like,” He rolled his eyes. “What is it with you and my sister? She’s two years younger than you, and...” he stared at him pointedly. “She’s my sister, like I said...None of her fucking business”
“Little sis is 18, bro,” Jon grinned seeing he’d gotten under his skin yet again on the subject. “She’s a woman now.”
“Dude don’t start, it’s bad enough I hear her fucking herself through the walls never mind imagining what else she does” Nathan quipped. “Besides, I don’t think my sister has any interest in seeing anyone. She dumped Joe a few months ago and as far as I know hasn’t met anyone else.”
“Think she’s into girls? A lot of those free love types go both ways.”
“Dude?!” Nathan “You gonna help or what? It’s ok for you with your weed, I need this to work, after Karla I have nothing left in the bank.”
“Wonder what she has going on under those weird dresses and baggy ass clothes she wears.” He gestured to Nathan. “You live with her; you must have seen her in shorts or a shirt that fits. She have an actual body, or she really skinny or something?”
“Fuck sake Knock it off,” he knew Jon was teasing, but he was on edge about tomorrow. The shoot would be a make or break and he wanted something bold and different.
“Just kidding around, man, ease up, I’ll sling an pre-roll or two your way if you desperately need it.” Jon told him.
“Im cool, and by the way Samantha did tell me you stop by the bar when she’s working.”
“Maybe I just like beer” He laughed.
“Okay, sorry,” he shrugged. “I know she’s your sister, and she’s kind of in her own little world, but there’s something about her. Maybe I’m a sucker for hippies.”
“You’re digging a deeper hole.”
“Only under your skin,” Jon smirked. “I just like to fuck with you. Besides, she’s so into that sixties shit, she’d want it bare back” he scrunched his face up. “Her hairs always kind of a mess and I don’t want child support...”
“Bye, Jon, thanks again.”
“No problem, that’s what friends are for.” Jon waved his hand. “Back to this photo thing. I still don’t think you’re being honest. You must be getting something out of this other than OF content.”
“I told you! I need the fucking money. But yeah there is some benefit,” he admitted. “I’ll tell you if you promise to lay off the sister cracks.”
“Promise, no more wondering if your sister has a body or if she’s a stick figure.”
“I plan on being in a few of the pics myself.”
“You?”
“I told you this is something different. I’m going to get some shots of her posing with me,” he winked. “Topless hopefully.”
“I knew it! That’s more like it, this is professional.”
“In fact,” he figured he’d really get him going. “I was thinking of a couple of her between my legs, maybe with her head on my dick. She said she’ll do simulated sex.”
“That’s the only kind you have anyway, so you should be fine.” Jon clapped his hands at his own burn.
“Rather have it with myself than the thots you see,” Nathan retorted. “I figure I’ll have a little fun while staying in line with what I asked for.” He lifted his arms and did a quick flex. “I think I can pull it off.”
“Yeah, you’re a real stud. Thought you wanted a pro, why not hire a guy to pose with her?”
“Because I can’t afford it and this way I can get a cheap little thrill I guess. Besides, I need to de-stress with all this Faye shit.”
“Lame as you are no matter where you are.”
Nathan’s reply was cut off by a soft knock on his bedroom door.
“Hey, Nathan,” Samantha called out. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah, what’s up!” Jon replied with a smirk in his direction.
Samantha entered the room, and as always looked as she’d just fallen out of bed. Her long, dark, naturally curly hair was loosely piled on top of her head, held there by several small bamboo clips. Long strands of it hung in her face and on either side of it, partially obscuring her wide brown eyes.
Samantha wore no make-up, and proving Jon’s point her mode of dress couldn’t be more unflattering. The yellow flower printed blouse was loose enough to fit two people, and the wide voluminous sleeves were too long, covering her hands and leaving only her fingers visible. She had dirty nails, looked unwashed, and God only knows if she brushed her teeth.
The slacks were just as bad, bright orange bell bottoms so shapeless people simply had to assume she had legs in there somewhere. The cuffs flowed out over her feet leaving them invisible until she walked over to him.
She wore yellow flipflops, the type with the strap between her toes, a shame, as she had so much potential.
Nathan gave her credit. Most girls would be embarrassed to be seen in public without their hair and face done and dressed decent. But not his sister. Samantha gave zero fucks about what people thought about her.
He wondered if it even occurred to her what people said or how they looked at her. Jon wasn’t wrong when he’d described her. Samantha seemed oblivious to everything around her, she spoke slowly, often giving the impression she was on a different planet. Her voice had a smoky quality to it which could be described as sexy, but she always sounded distant, as if she weren’t really interested.
Samantha did smoke more than her share of weed, it was mainly with Dad but her personality in general was..Unique.
Samantha was also a straight A student, had held her part time job at Millers for two years and paid for her own insurance. In that sense she was a bit of a paradox, the look of homeless burn out, but more responsible than a lot of 18 year olds.
She also possessed a sweet disposition and the one feature she couldn’t hide or diminish was a huge and genuine smile that always touched her eyes and tended to make people around her smile with her.
Samantha would help anyone who needed it, including Nathan whenever he needed a favor of any kind including borrowing money in between his pay checks from Gino’s because unlike him, she knew how to save money.
His sister was a ‘good person’ as his dad would put it, and it was why he’d always taken exception to anyone who mocked her throwback look or made fun of her as being ‘special’.
“Hey, Samantha,” Jon greeted her. “I bet you’re hot under all those clothes.”
Nathan wanted to smack him but settled for shooting him a look.
“Like you’d know, I made this outfit myself.”
“It shows.”
“Jon was just leaving.” Nathan informed him.
“How you doing with the design thing?” Jon kept talking. “Sell anything?”
“I sell some of my jewelry, but none of my dresses yet, but it’s okay, I do it for fun more than money.”
“You should make things most girls would wear. You know, short dresses, things that show they have a body?”
“There’s a ton of that out there. My stuff is for women who don’t care about anything but what they like.”
“Hey, what ya think to the weed?”
“Was ok?” Samantha smiled, her eyes growing wider, causing Nathan to notice they were red.
“I saved the purple and blue for you” Jon said seductively.
“Bye Jon.” Nathan shoved him in the back.
“Nathan, can you help me for a few minutes” Samantha asked
“Maybe I can help?” Jon offered with a grin.
“Nathan said you were leaving.”
“He is.” Nathan leaned close and whispered. “Get out of here before I smack you for being a dick.”
“Hey, yeah, have to run.” Jon nodded. “Good luck tomorrow, bro. Make sure you get your money’s worth.”
He waved at Nathan over his shoulder and left the room, seeing himself out as he had since they’d first become friends in middle school.
“What are you getting your money’s worth from?” Samantha asked. “What are these partitions for around your bed?”
“I told you I have my shoot tomorrow. Doing it here to save money on the studio.”
“This the OF venture?”
“Yeah, model all sorted and good to go.”
“Oh,” Samantha looked at his bed. “You’re paying a girl to take pictures on your bed?”
“Its kind of a racy shoot.” Nathan said evasively.
“Mom and dad don’t know you’re doing it here, do they?”
“Yes, Why?”
“I might complain you’re fucking in here” Samantha giggled. “I’m kidding, I’m not that bad.”
“Okay, sometimes its hard to tell.” He hesitated. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” Samantha walked over to his phone and peered at the screen.
“You know people think you look and dress funny?”
“I know, I don’t care.” Samantha turned to face him. “They make them look bad, not me, is how I see it.”
“Never thought of it like that. But I’m sorry Jon is a perv.”
“You don’t have to be,” she smiled. “You always stick up for me, don’t you?”
“I try.”
“Its nice, but you don’t have to. People like that don’t matter. People like us do.”
“Like us?” Nathan raised his eyebrows
“People who care about each other and help each other matter. Mean selfish people don’t.”
“Got it, you said you needed help?”
“I made some new bracelets last night. Can you take pictures and send them to me so I can add them to my EBay?”
“Of course,” he plucked the phone from the tripod. “I’ll do it right now.”
She gave him one of her huge smiles. “You’re an awesome bro.”
“Thanks, you’re an okay yourself.”
“I’m only okay?”
“Yeah, I mean, you are my little sister, I have to kind of pretend you’re a pain in the ass.”
“Too bad I’m just okay,” Samantha sighed. “Seeing mom and dad are gone for the weekend I bought a bag and was going to share. But being as I’m only o...”
“Okay?” Nathan put his arm around her shoulders. “Did I say that? I meant to say best sister ever!”
“Thought so…..”
“A picture is only as good as its subject, sis.” He told her as they left his room and he followed her to her room Nextdoor.
“Never thought of it like that,” she replied as she drifted slowly in front him, as always moving as if she were in another world.
“Its true, pretty things make pretty pictures.”
