“Hi Eric,” I said as I entered his studio.

“Anna,” Eric said in a monotone voice.

Good, I thought. Hopefully, we could get through this shoot without incident. There was nothing that made me think he liked me. It was just the way he looked at me. It made me think there was more than what I wanted.

“I had an idea,” Eric said as he looked at me.

Eric shot his idea of me dressing in some of the more comic-related costumes, seeing as comics are a big hit these days. I knew I wouldn’t fit in some of them. But when he brought some of the costumes out, I agreed that a curvier view of everyone’s favorite heroines wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Shot after shot, we went through some of the favorites. I had to say I loved all of it, from Marvel characters to DC and even some Star Wars. Eric had a lot of plus-sized costumes.

I finally changed my street attire and returned to the studio floor.

“I put some of them up already,” Eric said as he sat in the small corner office.

“Already?” I asked, peering over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he said. “They are a big hit, already.”

Not once did he look back. My vast tits were resting on his shoulder. Then I saw a picture on his desk, which made me smile. I wasn’t the problem. My gender, on the other hand.

“Your partner?” I asked, looking at the picture of him with a man. They were kissing in an exquisite hotel.

“Yup, married for ten years now,” Eric responded, holding up his hand and showing off his ring finger.

“Why shouldn’t he?” Eric asked as he turned to look at me. “I can appreciate the female body, just like any other man; it just doesn’t do anything for me in that way.”

“That’s good to know,” I said as I looked at him.

“I had a few thoughts, yes,” I nodded.

“No, you’re definitely not my type,” Eric smiled.

“Again, good to know,” I said as we returned to what we had done before.

When I first ventured into the sex work business. I made sure my children knew everything about it, how I kept safe, how the industry wasn’t what it was cracked up to be. I wasn’t one of those blind people who made it seem like the best job, nor did I tell them it was enjoyable.

I liked it and had no intention of getting out of it anytime soon. Sure, it had its pitfalls, and the people had biases towards the men and women that worked in the porn industry.

The one thing that was missing was a partner. Sure, I often said I didn’t want to be in a relationship. I had even tried to convince myself of that, but the profound truth was that I wanted something like Eric had, someone who truly knew me.

I didn’t want any of the guys that I fucked on camera or any of my followers. I wanted someone outside of the business, but many people didn’t think the way I did, that all of this was just a business. And it was understandable for someone to say they didn’t understand why someone would be jealous was beyond me.

‘You going to the awards?’ one of my followers messaged me.

The porn awards were coming up, and I had been nominated for three awards.

‘Good, hopefully I will see you there,’ he replied.

Only a few of my followers could direct message me, even when I was offline. He was one of them. He wasn’t married, no kids, no sick fetish unless favoriting pictures and videos of me with my many toys between my boobs, so I guessed he loved tit-fucks. It wasn’t bad, as it was one of my specialties.

I had a few followers that I liked and liked others only because they paid so much for private shows. This follower just followed me because I had big boobs. For the most part, I enjoyed our conversations.

He didn’t ask for private shows; he never begged for attention or made weird requests. If I put up a picture of my boobs, he would comment and then favorite the photo. That was it.

I initiated the conversation after he favored one of my last photos.

‘I will have to make sure you know it’s me, I am sure you will have a crowd around you,’ he replied.

‘I doubt it,’ I said, shaking my head. ‘But yes, please let me know.’

The first day of the award ceremony was chaotic, to say the least; there were people everywhere. I thought I had dressed scantily with my cleavage showing, but it seemed the growing theme. At least mine were my own.

My company had provided us with a booth to sit behind as we tried to sell pictures, videos, and even shirts with our names all over them.

We signed pictures and magazines as well as posed for pictures.

Occasionally someone would flash a boob or both. It was enjoyable for me as I was in my element. I sent pictures to my son, who requested to see a couple of women he had followed.

Of course, I kept it secret from his stepmom, but he was becoming a young man, so who was I to judge if he wanted to follow a woman with huge fake boobs and a rocking body? Who was I to say no?

“This is for your son?” Hazel asked as she posed with her tits out.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Thanks,” I said as I sent the picture to my son.

‘Not a word to your father,’ I added to it.

He sent back a heart emoji, and I smiled.

“Hi,” a voice said as I returned to my booth.

“Hi,” I said as I started looking for something to sign or prepare to pose for a picture.

“It’s me,” this very tall, dark-skinned male said as he looked down at me.

Actions and Consequences Chapter Nine: Finally Happy

Anna meets one of her followers, and despite her own rule, she decides to pursue him. Can this be the one?

“Hi Eric,” I said as I entered his studio.



“Anna,” Eric said in a monotone voice.



Good, I thought. Hopefully, we could get through this shoot without incident. There was nothing that made me think he liked me. It was just the way he looked at me. It made me think there was more than what I wanted.



Actions and Consequences Chapter Nine: Finally Happy

Anna meets one of her followers, and despite her own rule, she decides to pursue him. Can this be the one?

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