Lilith
A pang of shock hit me like a ton of bricks as I read the message, gasping in disbelief.
I was certain it wasn’t my imagination.
That dude wanted to see me.
My heart sank into the dark, bottomless pit of my stomach as fear clogged my chest.
I looked familiar. How?
I hissed in frustration, mumbling curse words.
This situation was one that I dreaded before taking this stupid job.
What would the person think about me when he finds out that I was the one behind the mask, dancing like a horny slut.
What if he spread my videos all over the city, tarnishing my image?
Luckily, I refrained from sending my nude, and it was easy to deny if such videos were trending all over the internet since my face was covered with a mask.
A sense of relief washed over me, but it didn’t stop the several thoughts that streamed down my heart.
Who was he?
What does he want?
What did he mean by knowing me? I barely know people, especially rich dudes like him.
Racking my brain, I got lost, trying to guess his identity.
I hope it wasn’t Raphael or Calix.
Speaking of Calix, it has been a while since I received his threatening messages.
Maybe he got the message and decided to leave me alone since I was in Alpha Casper’s territory.
Or maybe he was plotting for the right time so that he would attack unaware.
Calix and his father were unpredictable and no matter how they didn’t threaten me, I wouldn’t let my guard down. They were dangerous and horrible people.
The beeping of my phone got my attention, shifting the thoughts away from my head.
Don’t tell me you are scared. I just asked to see you without a mask. You look like someone I know. She is very beautiful with a lovely set of hazel eyes that you have also. I just want to clear my doubts.
I swallowed the bile in my throat as chills ran down my spine.
“Not today please.” Was all I could mutter.
I hadn’t even realized the money I needed but the jerk was about to ruin my only chance of survival.
I had to be diplomatic.
Turning him down could make him block me for ignoring his request. Or worse, he could drop a low rating which could affect my visibility on the platform.
No clients would chat with anyone who had low ratings.
Fuck, what do I do?
My phone chimed again, tearing me from my chain of thoughts.
To make you feel comfortable, I would reveal my face, then you would take your mask off. Deal?
No deal!
I screamed inwardly.
Scrolling to the bottom of the message to find an image.
I froze for a second, wondering what could be in the image.
After summoning courage, I clicked on it, watching it load for a second before it opened.
It was a picture of half his face, but it was a bit dark, making me unable to pinpoint if I knew him or not.
Blushing slightly, I couldn’t help but notice how handsome and mysterious he was, despite not being able to get a full view of his face.
I was about to swipe away from the image when I noticed the paintings on the wall, the details of the room and the interior decoration.
I felt my soul shift away from my body when my eyes landed on the blurred image of the bed.
It was at the far end of the picture; most parts of it were cut off, but I could swear there was something familiar about the image he sent.
I could swear that I had been in that room before.
But I didn’t want to rush to the conclusion.
Curiosity overwhelmed me, spreading through my cells rapidly like cancer as I increased the brightness of my phone and zoomed into the image to check for little details that would confirm my doubt.
The bedframe. The familiar colour of the duvet. The unique design and colour of the wall…and that shirt…coupled with the face that had a striking resemblance of…
No!
It couldn’t be.
I was probably overthinking.
But the passion in those eyes, the way they stared deep into my soul, spiked my curiosity.
Alpha Casper?
No!
Anyone, but not him.
How would he feel if he learned that this was my new job?
I was not different from a stripper at the club that danced for money. Despite all he had showered on me.
Calm down, Lilith. It might be his lookalike.
Those words were enough to reduce the speed at which my heart raced.
I took a deep breath, shutting my eyes before opening it slowly.
One thing struck my mind.
Uncover the truth.
I had to find out if my fan named HEX was Alpha Casper.
Hey, you’ve been silent, what about the deal?
He messaged, putting an impatient emoji.
There is no deal. I already explained in my bio that I won’t reveal my face. I assumed you read it, but just want to pull my legs. I’m sorry, I won’t be able to grant your request.
I replied after editing the message severally to sound polite, before finally clicking on the send button.
I bit my lips, taking sharp breaths as I watched the small icon beside the message turn green, indicating he read it.
Now I was screwed.
How would he react?
Not for me. I am a potential fan who can give you whatever you want if you dance to my tune. Reveal your face for $6, 000. Do I speak your language now?”
It felt like a bag of ice was wrapped around me. I remained motionless reading the message again.
$6, 000?
With just $500, I was done owing Ricky.
He would never humiliate me again, let alone cause harm to my sister and mother.
The offer was greatly tempting, but I felt reluctant to grab it.
Something didn’t feel right and I couldn’t place my hand around it.
No, sir.
I replied, waiting for him to back down.
How about we spice this thing up and make it fun? I am willing to double your money if you let me see your face. $12, 000 will be yours instantly. Think about it.
I was about to reply when another message popped in.
If you strip for me and go live with me, I am willing to offer $50, 000. Touch your body and cum for me. Think about the plethora of bills you would offset with this money. Make a wise choice.
My eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets when I saw the figures.
$50, 000?
How rich was he that he was about to spend this huge amount of money on an online hooker?
I also hated to admit that he was right.
$50, 000 would go a long way in offsetting my family’s medical bills.
No deal.
I responded coldly, gritting my teeth.
I couldn’t believe I let go of this golden opportunity because of my reputation and decency.
I’ll be fine with or without his money. That was certain.
Let’s meet then. I want to touch you in places that your boyfriend hasn’t touched you. Name the location and I’ll be there. I’ll give you $100, 000.
Fuck!
Was this guy serious about the money? He kept doubling them like it meant nothing to him.
He must either be fucking wealthy or he wanted to lure me into one of his traps.
I’m not a whore, sir! I do not appreciate this!”
I wrote, pouring out how displeased I felt and attaching an angry emoji.
I ended the session, calling Daphne as the hefty amount of money wouldn’t stop echoing in my head.
“What’s up bestie,” she cheered.
“A fan requested that I take off my mask for $12, 000, strip and masturbate for 50 grand or meet him at a hotel and spend the night with him for 100 grand,” I said without letting her catch her breath.
“I am not taking the last 2 options, but the further option seems tempting, considering that I owe a bad guy money and he is on my neck.”
“If you are fine with it, go for it. But if you are not, don’t. Never let your fans talk you into doing things you don’t want to do. I know how badly you hated this job, but you don’t have to reveal your identity.”
A sigh of relief washed over me. That was exactly what I wanted to hear.
“Thank you, Daphne.”
“You are welcome. Again, don’t meet any stranger. What if he is a serial killer? Be careful, don’t fall for their talk. In no time, you will gather the money and pay that guy you owe.”
I thanked her, ending the call before dropping my phone.
Screw him!
What does he want to use my picture to do? Masturbate to it?
Taking the thoughts of my mind, I did more videos in different costumes. A sexy clown (Joker’s girlfriend), a sexy alien. The last one was in a black lingerie that almost didn’t cover my body.
When I was done, I sent them to my fans.
I dropped on the bed in exhaustion, drifting to sleep. When I woke up, the sun was down, and an orange hue was cast on the cloudless sky.
My mind went to the image of my fan and there was only one way to clear the doubt.
Inspect Alpha Casper’s room to uncover the truth!