I stare at the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. The chat window blinks impatiently, waiting for a response. It’s Ryan again, the one who never fails to make my heart flutter with just a few words. His message from earlier is still fresh in my mind: “You’re different from Alexa. I can feel it. I think it’s you I really want.”

My breath hitches as I type out a reply, trying to keep my tone light and professional. “Oh, Ryan, you’re too sweet. Alexa appreciates all her fans, especially ones as handsome as you. 😉”

The cursor blinks, and I can almost hear his chuckle through the screen. “Come on, Mia. You know it’s not just Alexa I’m talking about. Can we talk? Just for a minute?”

My pulse quickens. Mia. He called me by name. How does he even know that? I glance around the small bedroom I use as my makeshift office. Alexa’s posters and memorabilia cover the walls, a shrine to the woman whose life I live online. But here, in this room, it’s me—Mia—who controls the narrative.

“Sorry, Ryan, but I’m just here to help Alexa connect with her fans,” I type, hoping my voice sounds steady. “But she does appreciate your attention. Maybe we can chat more later?”

There’s a moment of silence, and I start to wonder if maybe I pushed him away. But then the notification pops up again. “Fine. But promise me this—next time, let’s do something different. Something…more personal.”

My cheeks flush as I read his words. Different. Personal. My mind races with possibilities, each one more dangerous than the last. I know I should stay professional, but the thrill of pushing boundaries is becoming too enticing to resist.

The next day, during my evening shift, Ryan’s name lights up on my screen once more. This time, his message is bold and direct. “Video call? I promise I won’t record anything. Just you and me.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I consider his offer. The idea of seeing him, of being seen by him, sends a shiver down my spine. What would Alexa say? But deep down, I know she wouldn’t approve. Still, the temptation is blinding.

“Are you sure about this, Ryan?” I type, my fingers trembling slightly.

“Positive. Let’s make this interesting.”

With a deep breath, I accept the call. The screen flickers to life, revealing Ryan’s lean, muscular frame lounging in what looks like a hotel room. His hazel eyes lock onto mine, and a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Hey there, Mia,” he purrs, his voice low and velvety. “Missed me?”

Heat floods my cheeks as I realize I’ve been caught staring. “Just doing my job, Ryan. Keeping Alexa’s fans happy.”

He chuckles, a sound that sends tingles down my spine. “Liar. You look flushed. Feeling naughty?”

I swallow hard, trying to gather my thoughts. “Alexa would be upset if she knew we were talking like this.”

“Then don’t tell her,” he says with a shrug, reaching for the hem of his shirt. “She doesn’t have to know. Besides, I thought you liked our little secret.”

Before I can respond, he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his sculpted abs and broad chest. My mouth goes dry as he runs a hand through his tousled hair, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Do you like what you see, Mia?” he asks, his voice dripping with confidence.

I bite my lip, unable to tear my gaze away. “It’s not appropriate, Ryan. We shouldn’t—”

“Shh,” he interrupts, leaning closer to the camera. “Just enjoy it. You deserve this.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. Deserve this. Do I? I’ve spent so long playing the role of Alexa’s dutiful sidekick, always in the background, always hidden. But here, now, it’s different. Here, I’m in control.

Ryan stands, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor. My breath catches as he steps out of them, revealing the bulge in his boxer briefs. My heart races, and I feel a sudden urge to touch myself, right here, right now.

“Go ahead, Mia,” he whispers, as if reading my thoughts. “I know you want to.”

My hands tremble as I reach under the desk, feeling the rough fabric of my skirt against my thighs. My fingers slide beneath the waistband of my panties, finding the slick warmth between my legs. I close my eyes, imagining Ryan’s hands on me instead.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, watching me intently. “Feel good for me, Mia.”

I press my fingers against my clit, rubbing in slow circles. The sensation is electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, wishing I could be as bold as Ryan.

“Not shy anymore, are you?” he teases, pulling his underwear down to reveal his thick, pulsating cock. “Look at me, Mia. Watch me while you touch yourself.”

My eyes flicker open, drawn to the sight of him stroking himself. His hand moves with purpose, his hips thrusting slightly with each stroke. My own fingers work faster, desperate to match the intensity of his rhythm.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his voice strained. “You like watching me get off for you?”

“Yes,” I whisper, barely able to form the word. “Yes, Ryan.”

He smirks, his strokes growing quicker. “Good girl. Now, tell me what you want.”

“I want…I want you to come for me,” I breathe, my voice trembling. “Please, Ryan. Make it messy.”

His eyes darken with lust, and he pumps his cock faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck, Mia…you’re driving me crazy.”

My own orgasm builds, cresting like a wave ready to crash. I rub my clit furiously, my hips bucking against my hand. “Yes, yes, I’m close…”

“Me too,” he groans, his pace erratic. “Here it comes…for you, Mia.”

With a final, powerful thrust, he explodes, his cum spurting onto the camera lens. The sight of it drives me over the edge, and I cry out, my body convulsing with pleasure.

As my climax subsides, I collapse back into my chair, breathless and trembling. Ryan grins, wiping his hand on his sheets. “Damn, Mia. That was incredible.”

I smile weakly, still high from the experience. “Maybe…maybe next time, we can do something else.”

“Oh, we will,” he promises, his voice heavy with anticipation. “We definitely will.”

The clock on my laptop ticks toward the end of my shift, but I can't bring myself to log off. My hands still tremble from what just happened with Ryan. The image of his muscular body as he pleasured himself is seared into my mind. His hazel eyes, darkened with lust, seem to pierce through the screen and into my very soul. I feel a pang of guilt mixed with an undeniable thrill. This isn’t supposed to be part of the job description, yet here I am, thoroughly turned on and craving more.

I glance around my makeshift office—the room where I spend countless hours, pretending to be Alexa. Posters of her sultry poses adorn the walls, a constant reminder of the persona I inhabit. But tonight, it’s not Alexa who consumes my thoughts. It’s Ryan. His voice echoes in my mind, that wicked smirk of his dancing at the edge of my consciousness.

With a deep breath, I close the lid of my laptop and lean back in my chair. The room feels stuffy, the air thick with tension. I need a release, something to ground me, to remind myself that this is just fantasy. But the line between fantasy and reality has never felt so blurred.

I stand up, stretching my arms above my head. My shirt lifts slightly, exposing a sliver of my taut stomach. I feel a rush of heat flood my body as I recall Ryan’s abs, how they glistened with a sheen of sweat. I bite my lower lip, my fingers unconsciously tracing the outline of my own waist.

Walking over to my bed, I sit down, my legs folding beneath me. The soft mattress cushions my weight, and I let out a slow exhale. This is crazy. I shouldn’t be doing this. But my resolve crumbles as quickly as it forms. Images of Ryan flash before my eyes—his strong hands gripping his shaft, the way his muscles rippled with each movement, the sound of his deep groans filling my ears.

I reach for my phone, unlocking it with trembling fingers. There, in my secret folder, are the photos and videos I’ve saved. Ryan’s face stares back at me, that playful glint in his eyes daring me to indulge. I open the latest video, the one where he came for me. His moans fill the silent room, and my heart races. My hand slides under my skirt, my fingers finding the dampness between my thighs.

“Alexa...” I whisper, almost as if testing the name. It feels foreign on my lips, a lie I’ve adopted for too long. But Ryan’s words echo in my mind. “I think it’s you I really want.” Could it be true? Was I fooling myself all along?

I push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand. My fingers press against my clit, circling slowly. The sensation is electric, sending shivers down my spine. I close my eyes, imagining it’s Ryan’s touch, his rough hands exploring my body. The thought sends a jolt of arousal through me, and I gasp, pressing harder.

The video plays on loop, Ryan’s groans growing louder with each passing second. I match his rhythm, my hips rocking gently as I rub my clit. The wetness between my thighs grows, my juices soaking my panties. I slip a finger inside, the tightness of my entrance sending another wave of pleasure through me.

“Yes... like that,” I moan, my voice echoing in the empty room. I imagine Ryan watching me, his eyes dark with desire. What would he do if he were here? Would he push me onto the bed, his hard body pressing against mine? Would he kiss me, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, tasting every inch of me?

I add a second finger, thrusting them in and out of my dripping pussy. The friction builds, my clit throbbing with need. I slide my thumb up to join in, pressing and rubbing in time with my thrusts. The dual sensation is overwhelming, and I bite my lip to stifle a scream.

Ryan’s voice fills my ears, his words becoming my mantra. “You’re different, Alexa... Mia... I want you.” My name on his lips sends a shiver of excitement through me. I’m not just playing a role anymore. I’m Mia, and someone wants me for me.

My orgasm builds quickly, the intensity of the moment pushing me closer to the edge. I pump my fingers faster, my breathing erratic. The video plays on, Ryan’s climax matching mine. I can feel it building, that sweet pressure behind my walls, begging for release.

“Yes, yes!” I cry out, my body arching as I come undone. My pussy clenches around my fingers, waves of pleasure crashing over me. I shudder, my vision blurring as the orgasm rips through me. My entire body trembles, my heart pounding in my chest.

As the last tremors subside, I collapse back onto the bed, my chest heaving. My fingers slip from my pussy, sticky with my juices. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. What have I done? What am I getting myself into?

A notification pops up on my phone, bringing me back to reality. It’s Ryan. My heart skips a beat as I swipe to read his message.

Ryan: “I know it’s you, Mia. And I want more. What about you?”