Rhea had never been ashamed of her body. She worked hard for it, after all. But she never thought about sharing it with potentially thousands of people. So, safe to say, when a friend of hers suggested posting adult content online like they did, her first thought was 'fuck no'. That was until she went home that day and curiosity bit her in the ass.

She did a little research on these content creators and was dumbfounded at how much money you could make for basically posting your nudes on the internet. The potential income would offer way more money than she was currently making as an amateur wrestler, and it appeared as though she could set up her own prices anyway. It was a venture that Rhea thought about over the next few days, until she eventually gave in and signed up for OnlyFans.

A few months pass, and at this point, Rhea's made millions. She has over twenty thousand people subscribed to her channel, most of them women, and all of them blowing their money on her just to see her naked every week. Of course, Rhea had quit her previous job–"bad for business" and all that–but she was thriving off this stuff.

There was one person in particular, though, whose name she'd learnt from doing a custom tribute video for them, that was always in the comment section and always lurking in the chat of her livestreams. She wasn't complaining, as they'd easily offer her a minimum of four thousand dollars each time they requested something. Rather, she was intrigued. Who was this mystery person that was paying her so much? And why?

Rhea was in her bedroom, setting everything up for another stream this week, scrambling around in just a black lace bra and those famous grey sweatpants. After she made sure everything was working properly and smoothly, Rhea started her stream, barely able to sit down, before her chat started flooding with messages.

RipleysCumRag: mami!! Finally, I've been waiting all day for this🤤 feetguy: show me ur feet Throatgoat: I NEED another vampire cosplay donttellmymom: woah. You are fiiiine "My filthy little Mosherz, hey," Rhea chuckled as she read the first few messages in chat, flopping down onto the edge of her plush bed. "Sorry, I'm a little sweaty. Just got back from the gym. But I know some of you freaks like seeing me like this." she teased the camera with a wink and a charming smirk, leaning back on her hands to showcase the glistening, tanned skin of her abdomen.

2turd2furious: lemme lick you clean mama🙏 PinMeLikeOneOfYourFrenchGirls: I will give you my life if you spit on me. Rhea read over the messages and replied to them, but stopped mid-sentence when she saw your username pop up in the feed. "There you are, baby. Was wondering when you'd show up," she addressed you with the endearing term casually, as she'd done many times before–call it favouritism. Slipping a hair tie off her wrist, Rhea reached up to tie her hair back, the muscles in her biceps twitching with the movements of her hands. "How are you doin' today, sweetheart?"