Erin looked at her 4YourFans page, while 100 paying clients at $5 a piece was nothing to scoff at; $350, after the company took it's cut it cut, wasn't exactly what all the women online had said they were making. She understood that considering she posted some form of content twice a week, every week, it wasn't bad money but, at the same time, the claims other creators made of earning $1,000 to $20,000 a month made it feel like some kind of cruel joke. Especially considering the intimacy and privacy she gave up to do so. When she'd originally seen adult creators online saying they made their entire living off their 4YourFans page, she couldn't resist giving it a go to get ahead financially. However, she quickly found out the kind of money other creators talked about was only for the top 0.2% on the site. The remaining 99.8% made little to nothing. Heck, her $500 gross amount put her in the top 10% of creators on the platform.
That's not to say Erin wasn't happy with the extra funds, lord knew her part-time job as a waitress wasn't exactly making her any major money. Even with tips she was dreadfully underpaid for what she felt her work was worth. Her and Eric, her boyfriend, weren't struggling financially the way they had before she created her account and, thanks to the extra cash over the last 6 months, they had built up a few thousand dollars of savings instead of living pay cheque to pay cheque.
Erin thought back to how mad Eric had been when she first brought up creating a 4YourFans account. She had mentioned it in an "all hands on deck" discussion they had about their finances and how it may actually get them to the point that they could finally get married and get a house together. She had spent a lot of time explaining how it wouldn't be THAT much different than the modelling career she'd always wanted, but never got. She mentally winced, as she always did when thinking of her aspirations to be a model. All the agencies told her over and over, if only she was 3 inches taller, she'd be perfect. Who knew that being 5'5" with a body most women would die for still wouldn't be enough? It didn't help that most modelling agencies said she had a body type better suited for adult content, than runway modelling. She didn't have that slender, leggy, figure that modelling agencies looked for and, while she certainly didn't carry extra weight, she had an hourglass figure that few models were able to get away with on the runway or everyday advertising.
Eric had raised a myriad of concerns about her creating a 4YourFans page. Erin felt most of them stemmed from jealousy; the idea of other men seeing her in ways that Eric didn't approve of. Seeing her intimately was intended only for him in his eyes, but she didn't see it much different than the modelling career she wanted. If she was modelling a bikini in a magazine, guys would still be ogling her or even masturbating to her image.
Over time, and with many discussions, Eric had relented with both of them agreeing to a set of rules about her account and content. First, Erin would never post or share any content, either pictures or videos, without his express approval. While Erin didn't necessarily like this rule, she did understand Eric's interest in it. She had agreed, simply so it felt like he was involved in some form. Second, Erin would never mention having a boyfriend, let alone any other personal details that may make it come back to them personally. This was an easily agreed to rule, Erin had no interest in her account bleeding into her personal life; let alone the idea that some creep may take things from being a subscriber to being an absolute creep. Third, she would never have any co-stars in her content for any reason, either male or female. This also meant that Eric would never join in, even if he didn't show his face. Erin saw no issues there as she truly loved Eric and didn't want anyone else sexually. Other creators had seemingly gotten by just fine without co-stars as well. Fourth, Eric would never have access to her page as a patron or through her sign on. This particular rule meant a lot to Erin, not because she didn't want Eric involved, but because it would indicate the trust he had in her with her account. She already had to show him whatever she posted; he should trust that she sticks within the rules.
From that point forward, and for the past 6 months, Erin had created a page under the name Sophia Charms and began posting content. She had created a business email address, along with a few adult leaning social media accounts to try and generate a name for herself and drum up subscribers. She would use her social media accounts to post clothed pictures and slightly "spicy" ones to get people's attention and go to her 4YourFans page. She was surprised to find that her first week she had 20 paid subscribers on her page. It seemed like it wouldn't take much time to grow but, unfortunately, it wasn't the start of a meteoric rise on the platform. It took a long time after that first week to finally hit 50 paid subscribers and only last week did she finally hit 100. Her social media accounts faired, better, ranging from 1,000 to 5,000 followers over the last 6 months but that had not translated into paid subscribers.
Erin sighed, wishing she could find a way to grow faster. She had joined a few private social media groups with other creators who would agree to share each other's promo information and would talk about new content together. While the tit for tat sharing would help, it was still on such a small scale that it never really helped anyone with some spontaneous breakthrough. It was a set of a small creators sharing amongst each other and their followers. How could she get out to a wider audience or at least turn her larger, albeit still small, social media presence into more paid subscribers? She couldn't see a way without working with a co-star or somehow getting something viral off the ground.
After focusing on her frustrations for a bit Erin stepped away from her laptop and headed to the bedroom. She grabbed the black lace baby doll and matching black thong that were sent to her as a gift from a fan and started getting ready. She was glad she opened up multiple professional accounts that allowed for gifting, if she had to buy all her clothes and the few toys she used in her content all herself she'd probably be in the negative. Every week she'd usually find something new in the PO box she had set up at the post office for gifts to be sent to her. It had truly been a lifesaver, especially after the first month when she'd run out of outfits and lingerie.
After getting "dressed" as it were, she headed to the bathroom to work on her makeup. Erin spent a good half hour working on something that worked with the baby doll and thong. She ended up choosing a black lip liner, and black lipstick with black eyeliner with wing tips pointing upwards. She felt it met the darker image of the lingerie against her.
She took a look at herself in her bathroom mirror. Her hourglass figure was, quite frankly, stunning to look at sometimes. Erin wasn't a narcissist and, often times, even hated looking at herself but the way her body cut into her waist, then how her hips and ass jutted out was something she knew many women wished to have. Her ass and her breasts weren't the largest, but her body made it seem like they just might be. The only issue she ever had was just how white and fair her skin was; she could barely tan, even if she tried to do it in small increments. Before leaving the bathroom she reached underneath her baby doll and tweaked each of her nipples with her fingers, making sure they were hard before heading into her bedroom.
As she entered her bedroom she made sure her bed was made and that anything that may identify her personally, like pictures of her and Eric on the bedside tables, were put away. After setting up her tripod and camera at the end of the bed, she hit record and slowly got on the bed. Initially sitting cross legged, but then deciding to get up on her knees, sitting up straight. She looked into the camera, taking a deep breath, and quickly starting in...
"Oh Bob... I can't believe how good of a choice you made," her voice a bit deeper, huskier than normal. She knew this was the voice that her subscribers liked; well Eric liked it too but she didn't "have" to put it on for him like she had to for her subscribers. It always made her feel awkward to put on when she was by herself in her bedroom; it felt like such a phony act. Somehow it never seemed to show on camera but it always made her feel off somehow. She started to look down, her right hand travelling over a breast, her hard nipple visible through the baby doll. She took her index finger on her left hand and held it up to her black lips, pulling down her bottom lip.
"How did you know?" Erin said, as she let her left hand travel down, underneath the hem of her baby doll, then rising up underneath. She made sure it was clear her fingers were reaching up to the waistband of her thong, her fingers slowly slipping beneath. She knew she could fake it just fine, but she was going to shoot another video for all of her followers after, so she let her fingers reach in, touching her bare lips. Her middle finger started to trail up and down her slit as she closed her eyes lightly and let out a light moan.
"Don't worry Bob, I'm going to have a lot of fun with your gift," she said, smiling at the camera. Her fingers starting to rub herself, she let out a light moan as she made it obvious her fingers were moving over herself, just under the front of the thong. She let this go on for about a minute, feeling herself get wet, before she said "cut" out loud.
"That should be enough for him considering the gift," she thought to herself. At that, she reset herself on the bed, on her knees, as she thought of ways to present herself for the video she would post to her main feed in a couple days. Before settling, she reached over to the nightstand, got her phone and took a couple quick selfies. She was careful not to catch a nipple or something that would get her violating the terms of service on social media, but gave enough of an enticing vibe. After take a look at her phone she found a couple that would work, mostly looking down at her and showing off her cleavage through the baby doll, without showing the dreaded nipple that could get her banned on her social media accounts. Before setting her phone down she turned on some music, connecting to the Bluetooth speaker in the bedroom.
She gave it a few seconds before she started to shift and dance a bit to the music. She had chosen something "gothy" in her mind that would fit the look she'd already hit on; especially with her black lipstick. She shifted back and forth, swaying on her knees on her bed, looking at the camera the entire time. She would eventually reach up under her baby doll and pinch a nipple, moving and shifting, turning around and bending over a bit to show, and shake, her ass before she would turn back around again. As the song finished, she would pull her baby doll up and over her body before tossing it to the side on the floor.
