The following chapter contains suggestive material intended for an 18+ audience.

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Mickey had taken me seriously. He called me right when he got home, and has continued to call me nearly every day since. I don't have much time between my classes and working mornings and nights between them. I figured he would give up after a few unanswered texts, but he never seemed to mind. He hasn't given up on me, and he hasn't been scared off by my bluntness. Yet.

I like him. In more ways than one. Even if he wasn't gorgeous and hadn't fucked my brains out multiple times, I enjoy talking to him too. Mickey is an incredibly nice, down-to-earth guy, and much more humble than someone with his level of notoriety. He's normal. Much more than expected, given his profession. He's an easy friend, especially for a lonely, anti-social college student like me. I get the sense he feels lonely a lot too.

I'm lying on my bed studying when I get a text. I'm not surprised when I see it's from him.

Mickey: Check your email.

I pull out my laptop and open Gmail. His email is at the top of my list and I open it.

Hey Gorgeous,

None of this is public. Reply with

your comments/approval and it

will be up within the hour.

XOXO

Hugs and kisses? And he says I'm the cute one. I click the link and it takes me to a Tumblr page with three posts in black and white. My mouth drops open and my eyes go wide when I see myself in each one of them.

The first is a gif version of what Mickey showed me in the hotel room; A fairly shocking close up of my ass while I'm in reverse cowgirl, Mickeys hand gripping it as he guides me up and down his length in a perfectly continuous loop. It's really hot. The caption says, "My sexy little Garter Belt Babe."

The second was a short video of me in Mickey's arms as he stands on his knees in the bed. My legs wrapped around his waist, my head buried in his neck as I hold onto his shoulders. He slides me up and down his length as he thrusts ever so slightly. His eyes clenched tight, his face twisted gorgeously. At the end, he leans his head back as he moans. I hardly remember any of that, and I definitely don't remember it being so sensual.

He must have distorted it somehow because my body looked great. His body looked great too, but when does it not? I shiver, realizing my skin is covered in goosebumps from the conflicting sensations coursing through my body.

The third was something a bit different. Mickey moves atop me, most of my face cropped from the shot. He laughs, dropping his head into frame his sweet smile showing, and then he looks back up and continues to fuck me thoroughly for just a moment before it loops. The caption says, "Nothing is sexier than a partner who makes you laugh."

I am in shock in the best possible way. I have become art. Irrevocably, intensely beautiful art. I felt incredibly empowered seeing myself like that, and even more empowered knowing only two people in the whole world will know it's me they're seeing. I reply back.

Everything looks amazing. Post away!

I decide to text him back too.

Me: You make me 

look great! I'm 

very impressed.

A few seconds later, a call comes through. It's from him. "Hi," I answer.

"You like them?"

"Yes, I really do. I'm excited to see them go up."

"Great. The first one is going up right ... now!" My heart beats excitedly as I open a new tab to my Tumblr. I find his profile and sure enough, my ass is the first thing on display. I feel a heady mix of nervous and thrilled.

"Oh my god!" I nearly squeal.

"I'm thrilled you're so excited about this," he says happily. "I'm going to space them out a bit. I get the best response when I leave a little time between, so it will be you, my toys, my new film, then you again."

"Well, I'll be watching regardless."

"Good," he chuckles. "Hey, could I have your address?"

"Why?"

"I want to send you a thank you gift."

What? Why? "You don't have to."

"I know, but I want to. Also, it's a bit self-serving."

"Self-serving? How so?"

"You'll see," he says mysteriously. "So what are you up to right now? Studying again?"

"Of course. I have a twelve page paper due this weekend and a test in two days."

"Fuck that shit. I don't miss school at all."

I giggle. "I envy you." I scroll through his Tumblr to drool over him some more. I have a seriously hot, talented friend. "I see you've been working hard recently."

"Are you still creeping on my Tumblr?"

"Maybe."

He laughs. "That was from a few weeks ago. There is a second one I'm currently editing that will come out in the next month."

"I can't wait. I've already watched the first one three times." It was gorgeous and tasteful, like most things he does with that company.

"Are you serious?" he asks me.

"Yes! I'm not a fake fan, Mickey. I paid good money for that shit, and it was so worth it."

He chuckles. "You know I would have sent it to you for free."

"I'm not going to use you for freebies."

"You can use me for whatever you want."

The thought makes me smile. "If I get to choose how to use you, it wouldn't be for your money."

"Oh yeah? What would it be for?" he asks seductively.

"Apparently not for stimulating conversation either." He laughs absurdly. I scroll past an image of him naked and get a bit distracted. I stop divulging and return to the top, lying down on my bed to relax. "Hey," I say as I remember something that had me curious. "What does, 'That which nourishes me, destroys me' mean?" It is his Tumblr profile description, and the words of his only tattoo scrawled across his ribs.

I can hear his smile. "What do you think it means?"

"That you sacrifice for what you do because it pays well."

"I knew you were a smart one."

"Do you feel like you sacrifice a lot for your job?"

"Yeah."

"Like what?"

I hear him sigh heavily away. "Lots of petty shit," he starts to explain. "Being able to talk about my work without people treating me like a pervert. Not being able to have normal relationships. Things like that."

I roll onto my back, listening to the space between his words. "Do you ever wish you did something different?"

"Maybe sometimes." I run my fingers through my hair, relaxing in the calmness of his admission. He's human. Just like me. "Do you ever regret where your life has taken you?"

"No," I say truthfully. "I don't let myself regret things." I always feel so comfortable talking to him, maybe because I know I can say anything I want and he won't care.

"How is that even possible?"

I don't know if I've ever admitted this to anyone before. "I think that everything in life happens for a reason. How you react to it is a decision. If you choose what you think is right within those circumstances, there is nothing left to regret." That's what I tell myself, at least.

"You're amazing, you know." I laugh him off. I close my laptop and sit back up to resume studying. "I miss you," Mickey says quietly.

I pause, but find a grin spreading happily across my face. "I miss you too," I admit. I hear him moan lightly. "Um ... Are you touching yourself right now?"

He hesitates. "... Maybe."

I chuckle. "Goodbye, Mickey." I hang up and get back to studying.

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