Evil Kitten

Evil Kitten and her OnlyFans

Beth sat behind the counter at the "Weird Sisters laundromat" under a large sign that read "Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble."

Beth was in her mid-twenties and living in a smallish town in the southwest. She stood about 5'1" and in her day-to-day life she dressed like what earlier generations called a "Tom-boy." She had green eyes and wore her naturally auburn hair in a tousled pixie-cut that was closely shaved on the sides and back. Beth had pale skin with freckles, and she blushed very easily which made her exceedingly self-conscious. She had also often been self-conscious about her wide, curved hips, which accentuated her ample bottom. Beth used to worry endlessly that her ass and hips were out of proportion for her frame. That is until the last couple years.

The young woman gazed at her phone with a hint of a smirk while the white noise of the laundry machines churned in the background. She was surreptitiously managing her secret OnlyFans, Instagram, and reddit personas while keeping one eye on the room to make sure no one was close enough to see what she was up to.

When Beth was a teenager, she had created an online persona, EvilKitten, on Tumblr and later on Reddit, that was a kind of e-girl alter ego through which she could express and explore fantasy in which she would never indulge in "real life." She began experimenting with fan-fiction and cosplay based on characters from anime, manga, and "high fantasy." But the more time she spent online, the more she had become attuned to and fixated on the attention from her "followers" and "likes." And they loved her curves more than anything. She somehow became thoroughly addicted to the juicy feeling of hundreds of fawning followers leaving their sometimes-outrageous comments. Her followers told her endlessly how much they loved her pretty face, her cosplay, and her voluptuous ass.

By the time Beth was in her early 20s her online persona had become far more risqué. An online acquaintance, Tricia, had befriended Beth in real life and had coached her to turn her hobby into a money maker. Tricia had a dedicated space and quality photographic equipment for shooting spicy content for both Tricia and "EvilKitten." Beth's OnlyFans was wildly popular, and she was making a small fortune, although her brand was mainly the "tease" variety, with no actual nudity. There was a secret exception that she did a small number of "custom" videos and photos for one special customer. Her cosplay/E girl look made her unrecognizable to any local who stumbled across her Instagram or OnlyFans pages, or so she told herself. It seemed like harmless fun that just happened to print money.

Beth actually didn't need to work at the laundromat anymore, but she kind of liked the job and got some benefits. It was a chill place to work and there was something nice about the community vibe. A long way off from her "EvilKittn" look, she lounged behind the counter in cutoff jean shorts, a faded t-shirt, with no makeup and her auburn pixie cut tucked into an old ball cap.

Beth looked up as Jack quietly shuffled in with his bags of laundry. A ruggedly handsome, shy but sweet guy, 15 years her senior, Jack had been a friend of the family who had known Beth since she was a teen. His given name was Jacobo, but everyone called him "Jack." Jacobo had dark eyes and a soft Spanish accent he had brought along from Argentina when his family moved to Arizona many years ago.

Beth had shamelessly flirted with Jack as long as she could remember. She knew he was safe and would never take her seriously. He had strong older brother / stepdad vibes. When Beth was younger, she didn't really understand what she was doing when she showed him attention; but now she was very aware of the effect she had on him. She loved to watch him nervously try to act nonchalant about it; and she made sure never to take it too far.

Beth sidled up to Jack an asked if he was dropping off or doing the laundry himself.

Jack nervously looked at his hands and spoke in a soft, low voice, "I'm just going to do a couple loads myself."

"Oh Jack, why don't you let me take care of your load," she purred with feigned innocence.

He desperately tried not to react, though his hands shook slightly.

"Uh, yes if you'd be so... kind," He murmured politely. His accent always became more pronounced when he was nervous or excited. Jacobo's south American charm disarmed Beth.

Beth made a meal out of bending and picking up his bags and eagerly twisting and bending to sort the laundry into some machines.

She stood up unexpectedly and caught Jack gazing with a slightly dazed look. Trying not to smirk, she sauntered mischievously back to her stool behind the counter. She knew he was harmless. And she knew he couldn't help checking her out.

Beth went back to managing her web pages with her phone, stealing a glance at the older man from time to time.

Her one special customer, "Ransom1990" had messaged her: "hey, Angel. That last photo set was amazing. I get so turned when I look at you! I could just explode! I cannot stop thinking about you!" He always called her "Angel" and wrote "thank you Angel, you rock my world."

"Aw, bb." She replied. "I'm glad u like."

Ransom1990 had been over-tipping Beth and messaging her since she started her page. And though she had never intended to do any explicit content, she had bent the rules a little bit for him. She had been affected by his endless attention to her... and his generosity. Somehow, she felt a rush of excitement when he lavished her with money and extravagant compliments. It made her feel special and made her feel a kind of power over him. The more she teased and pushed the limits, the more intense his obsession with her grew. One day she impulsively sent him pictures Tricia shot of "EvilKitten" in which she was braless with a nearly see-thru crop top and a thong and mini skirt. She then pushed the limit farther, displaying close up photos of the thong barely covering her pussy. She played with herself over the thong and played with her nipples through the shockingly thin crop top. Ransom1990 went crazy in his replies and tipped her excessively. And he respected her limits and was polite.

And then, one day after Beth and Tricia had smoked some weed and drank a little wine, Beth took her top off while Tricia took more pictures. Ransom1990 professed his love and adoration. And tipped her too much again. And he did not pester her for more. He told her that he came "so, so very hard." And of course, he signed off "thank you Angel, you rock my world."

Beth didn't think too hard about it, but she knew she had crossed a line she had never intended to cross. Occasionally she felt flashes of fear that the pictures would show up elsewhere on the internet. Of course, she doubted anyone would recognize her in the bubblegum pink wig, cat ears, anime inspired makeup, and the white patent leather platform boots. Nevertheless...

Then the thrill of excitement passed, followed by feelings of regret and dull, joyless worry. She felt powerless and empty until she began to imagine doing something naughtier, exposing herself in some new and wildly irresponsible way and the thrill of fear and vulnerability again caught her in its spell.

Finally, another day came when she had been smoking and chatting with Ransom1990 and she just could not resist the urge to do something risky. She asked him how much he would tip her for a custom video of her fingering herself. He immediately replied, "how much do you want, Angel?"

She texted Tricia to do the camera work.

Before long, Beth had drunk 3 glasses of wine, smoked a joint, and found herself with her knees and chest pressed to her yoga mat, her bottom in the air and her thighs apart. Beth's skirt was pulled up over her hips, her panties were around her ankles, and her fingers were inside her pussy. Her eyes closed. She could not look at Tricia directly while she exposed herself and played with herself; but she could feel the camera like a pair of insatiable eyes devouring her. Beth rolled over, pulled up her top, and played with her breasts with her free hand. She imagined she could feel Ransom1990 watching her. She imagined him stroking his cock and the avalanche of desire she would arouse in him; as she shamelessly fucked herself with two and three fingers. How many times would he watch this erotic interlude of self pleasure. How many times would he come as he drank her in. After many scandalous minutes passed, Beth surprised herself with an intense orgasm that she associated with bad choices and mayhem.

And in the days that followed, Beth's high of excitement quickly gave way to anxious pins and needles; to shame, remorse, and prickles of fear. "What had she done? What the hell was she doing? Who was she becoming? "

Ransom1990 was exuberant. He tipped her $500.

Beth told herself she would never do anything like that again. She looked herself in the mirror and promised herself. She prayed that the video would never surface anywhere. And she thought about the excitement of that orgasm, of being watched, of making herself so vulnerable and exposed, of being desperately desired by an anonymous adoring stranger. But she was definitely not going to do anything like that ever again. Maybe she should shut down her account on OnlyFans and move on. Then again that was some of the fastest and easiest money she might ever see. But shame coursed through her as she imagined what her friends or family would say.

And eventually, Beth found herself longing for that excitement of pushing that boundary, of crossing that line, of doing something completely inappropriate. she once again found herself smoking weed and chatting with Ransom1990 online. Teasing him. Playing with his emotions. Willing him to beg something new of her. Eager to say "no" and toy with him, all the while teasing that she might go farther.

Finally, he made a request. It was something she hadn't expected. It was certainly further than she was willing to go.

Ransom1990:

"you know what would be so hot? You know what would be so amazing?

...

I want to see you do a striptease. And nice slow striptease down to your pretty little cotton panties. But with someone watching you. A guy. A man. You'd tease him and take your top off for him. Sit that amazing, sweet round bottom in his lap. Give him a little lap dance. Turn around and straddle him, push those gorgeous, perky little breasts into his face and kiss his cheek while he cums in his pants."

Beth did not respond right away. She actually felt a little violated by his words, though that was not entirely unexpected. She knew his request would never happen, but she couldn't quite shut him down immediately. She took another hit off her joint and typed back:

"I'll think about it bb. I doubt it. Probably not. Not for anyone else for sure. But for you, sugar, I'll think about. Good night and sweet dreams."

"You rock my world, Angel," he signed off.

Beth assumed that she would never give serious thought to her fan's suggestion. Involving another person... *a man* in a scene was way out of her comfort zone. Way, way out of her comfort zone. It was ridiculous that she was even thinking about it. There was no way. And she had no men friends she would even trust with the knowledge of what she was doing, let alone invite them to watch... or participate. The thought of such a possibility seemed unhinged. She was not... she was not a... a sex worker. Not really. She wasn't. And who would she even trust... what man would she trust to watch her dance naked, inches away from them, knowing she was performing for a stranger... or strangers on the internet.

Jacobo. Probably Jack. Not that she ever would or could do such a thing. But he could play the role in her fantasy. A handsome, kind, older guy, who would not hurt or ridicule her. He would be kind. And he would take the secret to the grave. Hell, he'd be in his own secret heaven watching the younger woman take off her clothes for him. But the idea of telling Jack about her OnlyFans page was pure insanity.

And on it went. Every day she told herself she would never consider such a thing. And everyday she found herself considering just such a thing. And even making plans for how she might tell Jack and ask him, though she knew she never would.

Tricia was not even remotely surprised.

"Honey, what did you think? This poor lonely guy jacks off while he ogles EvilKitten every day of his life. You gave him a taste of something a little stronger and he'll do anything for a little more. But you are in charge here. You decide what and how and when; you decide what he should give you and always keep him on the hook for more. He's the sheep and you're the wolf, no matter what sexy little lamb costume you're wearing. You don't have to do anything. But don't expect me to judge you or be shocked. You know what's on my OnlyFans," she said as she laughed.

Beth laughed slightly embarrassed. She had seen quite a bit of Tricia's page; and quite a bit of Tricia whose content was pure pay-per-view hardcore porn. Beth had watched Tricia enthusiastically fellate two 6'+ tall guys in police uniforms while handcuffed to the door of their fake police cruiser. The scene shocked Beth. She could not believe that was her friend doing unspeakable things to two huge guys.

"So, you think I should?" Beth asked with trepidation.

Tricia tenderly touched Beth's reddening cheek with an outstretched hand, "no, honey. You're not comfortable with it. So don't do it. Once you start a scene, it's hard to back out. You push yourself to do something you're not comfortable with and you come out feeling violated and then you blame yourself." She looked very seriously at Beth. "I have been there more times than I care to admit."

She continued, "you might think, it's no big deal I'll just be topless. But... well, it's more than that. It's a big deal doing a scene with a guy like that. Even if all he's doing is sitting there while you put on the show."

Beth felt simultaneously relieved and disappointed. She wouldn't have to debase and degrade herself and go through with this embarrassing and outrageous shenanigan. But she also felt a creeping sense of disappointment as if she had just been told there would be no mandatory skydiving today. Part of her desired to be thrown out the door of that plane, to watch the safety of the fuselage slip away rapidly into the sky as she met the void with nothing to shield her vulnerability.

The quiet grumbling of Beth's disappointment peaked out from the shadows at unexpected moments. EvilKitten wanted to roar and cast aside reason and "good choices." EvilKitten wanted to make bad choices and revel in the chaos and debauchery.

"I wouldn't even know how to do a strip tease or a lap dance," Beth said absently as she reclined on Tricia's sofa.

"Stripping is all about teasing. And sugar, you are the worlds biggest cock tease," Tricia chuckled. "But we agreed you're not crossing that line. It's a line you can't un-cross."

"I've kinda crossed some lines already. You stood by and took pictures and video of it. The line I haven't crossed is doing a scene with a guy."

"Yeah, well,... honey..." Tricia paused, "if you're really thinking of going through with it, You could use one of the guys I work with. They're pros; they're definitely not going to hurt you or mistreat you. They certainly won't judge you; they're not going to fall in love with you; and they don't even have to know your real name."

"Oh," Beth said softly. "I... I guess."

Trying to act sexy and taking her clothes off inches away from a living, breathing guy who was a total stranger to her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. And she felt an inexplicable pang of sadness.

Over the following week, Beth kept trying to push the idea out of her mind. It seemed clear that this was a bridge she would not cross. Nevertheless, she found herself feeling almost obsessed with the idea. She kept picturing herself confessing the idea to Jack; seeing the shocked look on his face, seeing him nervously accepting the proposal. She imagined his reaction as she told him she would be taking off her clothes in front of him, and then him paralyzed with guilty excitement as she began to strip for him. She imagined exhilaration of Tricia standing nearby, capturing every detail on video. Zooming in on her face, her naked body, and Jack's reactions as she played with his desires.

Beth also could not seem to help bringing up the fantasy in her conversations with Tricia. She seemed to have inadvertently moved past the question of could she or would she to how would she bring it up to Jack. Tricia suggested they talk to him together to avoid any confusion in what they were discussing.

Then on a Saturday afternoon, Beth found herself sitting in a booth at a diner with Trisha and Jack. Jack appeared mystified as to what this meeting was about. Beth squirmed in her seat with tension as she hedged around the topic. Her cheeks were already hot as she blushed furiously.

Finally, Beth blurted out, "Jack,... do you know what OnlyFans is?"

Then, with a rush, almost as if to stop herself from chickening out, Beth thrust her smart phone in front of Jack's face opened to her OnlyFans page.

"Do you recognize this girl," she said softly with the hint of a smile on her spectacularly blushing face.

At first, Jack shook his head "no." But then he paused, and he slowly looked up at Beth.

It was a picture of Beth in her EvilKitten outfit. EvilKitten was sitting on the floor, surrounded by stuffed animals, leaning back on her hands with her knees splayed. She was wearing black cat ears, a pink wig, and a "schoolgirl" inspired costume with a pink micro-mini skirt and a slutty little camisole that made quite a display of her perky breasts. EvilKitten was wearing thigh, high, white and pink striped stockings and a bubblegum pink wig in two long braided pigtails. A naughty cat tail peaked out from under her skirt and draped over her pretty thigh. The expression on her face suggested she had just exerted herself and was deeply satisfied. She had "bedroom" eyes, and her mouth was open as if she was catching her breath.

It was hard to say whose face was redder, Beth's or Jack's. Tricia appeared mildly impatient. Jack stared at the picture again as if he couldn't help himself and his breathing seemed to quicken. He was speechless as his soulful, dark eyes kept looking from Beth to her alter ego, EvilKitten.

"Well anyway,..." Tricia interjected, "it's a thing. Now you know. Beth poses for sexy pictures online. Also, I make amateur porn. Do you think you can keep that under your hat?"

Jack appeared even more startled and confused but nervously nodded that he would keep the secret. He shyly glanced at Beth, but as she made eye contact, he looked away. Finally, his eyes came back to rest on hers again and this time he held her gaze; staring as if he had never seen her before.

"Ok, that's... I mean... that's... why are you telling me this?" he slowly asked, his accent becoming quite pronounced.

Tricia answered, "she wants you to be in a scene with her. All you have to do is sit and ogle "EvlKitten" while she takes her top off and shows you her titties. She might even sit in your lap for a minute two if you think you can keep it together."

Now it was Beth's turn to look away. When she looked back, Jack's shy and embarrassed smile took her apart. She caught her breath as she felt a surge of emotion as she looked into his handsome, kind face. She felt naked already.

"Look Jack, this... it's not real a big deal. It's just something I do for fun and I make a little money. It's super fucking embarrassing telling you about it and I'm sure you think a lot less of me. I'm telling you because I want to do a scene with a guy... kind of watching. But I need someone I can trust completely; someone I feel safe with," she paused, smiling nervously up at him, "... anyway, I kind of thought you would enjoy this... you know I've seen the way you look at me. But we can forget this conversation happened if... well..." she trailed off apologetically with her cheeks aflame with a new surge of self-consciousness.