The next day, I returned to the gym. The heavy silence between Jess and was palpable as I walked up. She had clearly compartntalized my profession, keeping her training mask firmly in place. She kept it professional, guiding through the sets like nothing had ever happened between us.
"Today we hit the upper body," she announced. "We need definition and power. This is about building the physique that looks as good as you perform."
The grueling session focused on building mass and explosive power for my back, shoulders, and arms—the parts the audience would see in close-up. We focused heavily on increasing the ti under tension to maximize endurance. I pushed myself rcilessly, letting the physical pain burn away the anxiety. My muscles were screaming, but I was focused.
I thanked Jess after the session and started to walk away, but she called after .
"Druski, you don’t have to be weird or awkward about this, you know," she said.
I stopped and turned back. "About what?" I asked, though I knew exactly what she ant.
"About what you told yesterday, of course," she clarified, watching my face intently.
I didn’t answer her imdiately. I looked into her eyes, searching for a slight flicker of judgnt or sarcasm. There was none—just a calm, direct gaze.
"I didn’t co here for you or anyone else here to judge ," I said, my Swagger kicking in to defend myself.
"Woah, chill, Uncle. Don’t misinterpret ," Jess responded, holding up her hands in a gesture of peace. "You and I have sothing in common."
"And what do we have in common?" I pressed, curious despite myself.
She ca closer, and the warm, expensive scent of her perfu washed over . She was intoxicatingly fit, and I could feel my muscles montarily weaken under the force of her presence.
"Yesterday you left before I could say anything," she whispered, leaning in. "When you told you were into porn, I couldn’t say anything back because I was shocked by your boldness. To say it so plainly, without sha. I was inspired..."
"You’re still not telling what we have in common."
She giggled and touched my chest—a proprietary touch—as if she was a child with a big secret she was now ready to share.
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper right against my ear. "You and I are no different. I know I might not look it, but... I’m a cam girl."
"Wait, you an you’re a cam girl, as in cam girl-cam girl?" I asked, completely blindsided. I stood there, trying to process the revelation, the post-workout adrenaline replaced by pure shock.
She looked at as if I was being deliberately dense.
"Sorry... I an, as in, you’re involved in advertising your body on the internet?" I tried to clarify.
"What? You thought you were the only one? Poor Druski..." She reached out and lightly held my chin, a subtle, challenging intimacy in the gesture.
She drew away and studied my eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Can I escort you outside?"
"Please," I managed.
We walked out past the reception, a few heads turning in our direction. I felt the familiar burn of envy from the n in the gym, now aid at walking beside this stunning woman. Maya winked at us as we passed the front desk.
Outside, we bought apple juice from a kiosk, walking in silence for a few monts as the reality settled.
"Aside from being a fitness bunny, I entertain horny n on the internet to make ends et," Jess said finally, matter-of-factly.
"I thought the gym paid you handsoly?" I asked.
She sighed dramatically. "Yes, it does, but it’s not enough to sustain a hot girl like . I’m expensive, as you can see..."
She gestured down her body—the tight, athletic curves of her hard-earned physique emphasized by the gym clothes, the visible lines of her powerful legs, and the tautness of her midsection. Her body was a masterpiece of discipline, enough to make unconsciously gulp.
"I have expensive tastes, you know. I’ll let you in on a little secret: The gym is just a cover-up. I make significantly more money via webcams," she said, almost proudly.
"Why not get yourself a rich boyfriend? I an, with your beauty and sexy body... any man can hardly resist you," I reasoned.
She smiled, a dangerous, self-aware smile. "I have tried that plenty of tis, and the poor boys end up with broken hearts. I’m a problem, Druski."
I don’t know why, but I think I liked this problem. I liked won that were impossible to deal with—the idea of exploiting them, taming them, and bending them to my will sent a thrill of predatory excitent through the new Druski.
"So you are single now?" I asked, the question laced with implication.
"Single and searching. I’m focusing on my craft. I have been thinking about going into sex work full-ti. What you told yesterday solidified my plans to transition into making adult films. I an, what’s left to hide? Most n on the internet probably know how my pussy looks, what color my bush is, and the rose tattoo on my ass..." she trailed off.
I could vividly picture her round, powerful ass, the delicate rose tattoo etched just above the curve of her hip. I felt a familiar, insistent twitch starting in my cock, a reaction to the sudden, raw sexuality of the image. No... no... not now. Focus on sothing else, I told myself sternly.
"I will be needing your help soon, that’s if I make up my mind to finally do it," Jess said.
"What sort of help?" I asked, my excitent growing.
"Introducing into the industry, of course," she said.
I nodded, unsure how to respond to the request.
Introduce her to the industry? I hardly knew anything about it beyond filming my own scenes, editing them, and posting them to the Hub. I had no contacts with professional pornstars, adult companies, or directors. I was essentially a self-publishing artist selling CDs out of the trunk of my car.
She correctly read my silence. "I don’t expect you to give an answer right now, Druski. You can take your ti to think about it, of course," Jess said, offering an out.
"I will consider it," I told her, knowing my answer would almost certainly be yes, but I couldn’t commit right now. I had much more imdiate, life-threatening issues consuming my focus.
"Good," she replied. She turned to head back into the gym, then paused suddenly. "Druski?"
"Yeah?"
"Which platform can I find your content?"
"Huh?" I was genuinely surprised by her serious, professional tone. She was doing research. "...XXX Global Hub."
She pulled out her phone and began typing. "And your user na?"
"Druski Hart."
She nodded, her eyes already scanning the Hub.
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