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Actions and Consequences Chapter Seven: Starting to Work Out.

Anna is becoming accustomed to her new life but still finds something lacking.

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Alexander Martin
Jan 16, 2024
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“Flight Eight-ten is now boarding for Houston, Texas,” the lady said over the intercom.

“That’s me,” I said to the guy beside me. For the last hour, we had been having a conversation. Well, I was holding a conversation with him. He was having a conversation with my cleavage.

“Okay,” he said as he sounded disappointed.

“If you join any of those pages I mentioned, we will talk more,” I said as I walked away.

That was how the conversation got started. He thought he had seen me before, and well, he had. He didn’t spend money online due to his wife and kids. I told him that many of my followers were married men.

He was shocked that married men who took the oath would go online to pay women to strip and play with themselves on camera. I laughed and told him that before I did that, I was broke. Now, I was heading for my first porn shoot, and I had neither paid for the ticket nor the hotel room.

The married man shook his head and said imbeciles, which I couldn’t agree more. Morally, I didn’t like the idea that they did that, but financially, I loved every one of those perverts.

I recently learned they had increased the price of many of my videos and pictures, and the morons were still paying.

“Right down there, ma’am,” the stewardess said as I boarded.

“Dammit,” I said as I looked at who I was going to be seated next to, one of the guys that had been trying to hoard into our conversation.

“Hi,” he said as I moved into my seat.

“We meet again,” he smiled.

“Yup,” I said, trying to be friendly as it would be a bit of a flight.

“So,” he said, but I grabbed my earbuds and plugged them into my ears.

“Sorry, have to listen to this message,” I said.

He shook his head and sank back into the chair. I hated to be like this, but I had just gotten out of a conversation about the morality of sex workers. I didn’t intend on getting into another.

I tried to ignore him as much as possible until he got out his laptop and started typing loudly. He was directly talking to me via his screen. He asked how it was morally acceptable for me to know married men were cheating on their wives with me.

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