Unexpected Offer in the Office

Last week, I got called into my boss’s office. I thought I was getting fired.

He closes the door, sits down, and says, “I need to ask you something… off the

record.” My stomach dropped. I had been running a secret OnlyFans for months — faceless,

discreet, just feet and lingerie shots. Extra income. No big deal.

Or so I thought. Then he turns his monitor toward me. My page is open. My latest post is

on-screen. I freeze. I feel the color drain from my face. Before I can speak,

he says, “You charge this much for a 5-minute custom video?” I nod,

barely breathing. Then he leans in. Smirking. “I want one.” Wait.