Chapter 2: Under the Spell of a Profile
The next day…
I wake up with the strange feeling that the night flew by in an instant. The alarm is buzzing and ringing insistently, pulling me out of my dreams. I turn it off and spend a few seconds staring at the ceiling.
Did I really do that last night? I think back to signing up for ForFansOnly, and to Emmy’s profile, which intrigued me just enough to take the plunge. My mind wanders, and I find myself wondering if she’s already sent me a message. But I need to focus—I’ve got a long day ahead.
In the shower, I shake my head, trying to clear these thoughts. It’s ridiculous to be so obsessed this early in the morning. Yet, I can’t help but wonder what I’ll find in my notifications.
- Mom, from the kitchen: “Brice, hurry up, you’re going to be late!”
- Me: “I’m coming!”
I quickly dry off and get dressed before heading downstairs. The kitchen is already full of life. My dad, like every morning, is engrossed in his newspaper. My mom is making toast, while my sister Emma is glued to her phone, as usual.
- Mom: “Brice, you seem a bit out of it today. Are you okay? Are you getting enough sleep?”
- Me: “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit tired, that’s all.”
Emma: “You, tired? That’s new. You’re not the type to stay up late. What happened last night?”
Me: “Nothing important. Just worked on some stuff for school.”
She looks at me intently, like she’s trying to figure out if I’m telling the truth. I try to keep a neutral face, though I can feel my cheeks heat up a little. It’s crazy how sharp she can be sometimes.
My dad, still buried in his newspaper, chimes in calmly.
- Dad: “Don’t overwork yourself, Brice. Consistency is key. It’s better to work a little every day than cramming late at night.”
I nod in silence, but my mind is elsewhere. In reality, I didn’t work much last night. After my session on ForFansOnly, I spent a good part of the night thinking about what I had just done, what I had subscribed to. I finish my breakfast quietly before heading out to university.
The morning flies by, everything moving in fast-forward around me. Between back-to-back classes and conversations with friends, I stay a bit distant, feeling disconnected. During a break, I slip away to a quiet corner of campus, away from the crowd, and pull out my phone. My pulse quickens slightly when I see a notification. A message from Emmy.
- Emmy (message): “Hey! Thanks for subscribing 😊. Hope you’re doing well 🙂 How’s your day going? 🌸”
I was expecting something more formal, more distant, but this message is surprisingly simple and friendly. I hesitate for a moment, trying to figure out how to reply without sounding awkward.
- Me (message): “Hey! I’m good, thanks. Just a typical day at university. How about you?”
I send my reply and wait for a few seconds. I didn’t expect an immediate response, but my phone vibrates almost instantly.
- Emmy (message): “Recovering from a short night, but I’m good! How’s your day going? Any exciting classes or just the usual?”
I can’t help but smile. The conversation feels so natural that I almost forget this is a paid platform, or even what kind of content it’s supposed to offer. I put my phone away, determined to focus on the class that’s about to start, but my mind is elsewhere.
During lunch, I sit in a quiet spot on campus with a sandwich. The conversation with Emmy keeps playing in my head. Curious, I decide to explore the app a little more. I scroll through profiles, personalized messages, and suggestive photos. ForFansOnly is a world of its own, where intimacy is a currency. Yet, no other profile intrigues me as much as Emmy’s. Is it because she seems so approachable? Or maybe because she’s nearby?
I linger on the app’s features—the messaging, the premium subscriptions. Some creators show a clear professional detachment, with formatted messages and paid services for every interaction. But with Emmy, it feels different. I’m starting to understand why so many people get hooked on apps like this. It’s a mix of curiosity, temptation, and maybe a bit of loneliness.
I find myself diving deeper into Emmy’s page. Her profile is far more detailed than I had imagined. Besides the private messages she’s sent me, there’s a public section accessible to all her subscribers, where she regularly shares content. Almost daily, she posts pictures of herself in various outfits—sometimes casual, sometimes more daring—but always with that touch of sweetness and authenticity that seems to define her style.
In her public posts, she’s warm and engaging, creating a sort of community around her profile. There are regular comments from loyal subscribers who interact with her almost as if they know her personally. Then there are the private posts, reserved for premium subscribers, where she shows a more seductive side, playing with the expectations of those who pay for a more “exclusive” connection with her.
I get lost for a while reading the captions, analyzing the comments. There’s this constant game between distance and closeness. She gives just enough for her subscribers to feel special, while still maintaining that subtle barrier that reminds them it’s ultimately a paid service. Yet, I feel a certain frustration. I start to wonder how genuine it all is. Is she playing a role, or is she really that close to the people who follow her?
Back in class, I do my best to focus, but it’s hard. Every time I pull out my phone, I check for a new message. The professor is showing a video, but I’m only half paying attention. My friends glance at me curiously, probably wondering why I’m so distracted today.
Paul (a friend): “You sure you’re okay, Brice? You seem like you’re in another world.”
Me: “Yeah, don’t worry. I just didn’t sleep well last night.”
He shrugs and goes back to his screen. I try to focus on what’s happening around me, but every vibration from my phone pulls my attention back. At one point, I force myself to turn it off to stop the temptation.
During the last hour of class, my thoughts drift back to Emmy. Who is she really? What’s her life like outside the screen? Is she this friendly with all her subscribers, or am I just getting carried away for no reason?!
The day finally comes to an end, and I head home with a strange feeling, a mix of exhaustion and excitement. As soon as I walk through the door, I smell dinner cooking. I drop my bag in the entryway and head to the kitchen where my parents are quietly chatting.
Dad: “Did you have a good day?”
Me: “Yeah, it was fine. Busy as usual.”
I barely have time to drop my bag in the hallway when I run into Emma in the corridor. She has that detached look, but I know she’s already noticed me.
- Emma: “You look tired. Were classes that tough?”
I look at her, trying to hide the exhaustion weighing on my shoulders. Between classes, hockey, and… this growing obsession with Emmy, my mind is elsewhere.
Me: “No, just… tiring. You know, the usual.”
Me: “And what about you? Busy with classes, studying… or did you find another excuse to skip?”
She glances up at me. I can tell she’s about to fire back with one of her usual comebacks.
- Emma: “Oh, stop acting like Dad… Seriously, you’re annoying. I did some work, okay? And I don’t need to be at uni 24/7 to get good grades.”
I smile despite myself. That’s classic Emma. Always dodging a clear answer, but with that little defiant tone that shows she knows exactly how to play her role as the former rebellious teen.
- Me: “Yeah, yeah, I get it… Same old story. You’re lucky Mom and Dad give you so much freedom. If I were you, I wouldn’t push my luck.”
She smirks and steps closer, like she’s about to share a secret.
- Emma: “That’s because they know I’m the smartest one in the family. You, on the other hand, if you keep wearing yourself out like this, you’re going to break down.”
I laugh softly, shaking my head. She might be right, but I’m not about to give her the satisfaction.
- Me: “Don’t worry about me, I’ve got my ways to unwind.”
I can’t help but think about Emmy and this new distraction I’ve given myself. Emma seems to sense that I’m keeping something to myself, but she doesn’t push. She just shrugs and heads back to her room.
- Emma: “If you say so. Anyway, I’ll leave you to your old man life, I’ve got better things to do.”
She closes the door behind her, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I head up to my room, reflecting on our little verbal sparring. It’s always the same with Emma, playing the role of protective big brother and rebellious little sister, but deep down, I know she worries about me. Maybe she’s noticed I’ve been a bit distant lately… It’s true, I’ve been spending more and more time locked up in my room, and it’s definitely not for studying.
Emmy (message): “I wonder… what made you subscribe to my account? Curiosity, or was it for this? 😏”
I smile as I read her message. She really knows how to keep the interest going. Without overthinking it, I start typing my response.
Me (message): “A bit of both, I guess. I didn’t expect to come across someone this cool here.”
Emmy (message): “Haha ‘cool’ seriously? 😜 yeah I bet you used the location thing right? ngl it freaked me out when I saw how close people were lol.”
I freeze for a moment. So the app wasn’t lying. We’re really close geographically. I wonder if that could create an awkward situation, but the idea of this proximity adds an intriguing layer to our conversation.
Me (message): “Yeah, I’m new to the app… 😅 So I took the offer. What do you mean it freaked you out?”
Emmy (message): “Well, yeah… I accidentally enabled the location feature for a bit. When I realized that some subscribers could be so close, I quickly turned it off. But you were the only one who managed to subscribe before I did! 😆”
Me (message): “The world’s really small sometimes. Does that bother you, though?”
Emmy (message): “Nah, it’s fine. Honestly, it’s kind of exciting knowing we could bump into each other someday. But I like to keep things discreet, you know what I mean? I prefer to keep a separation between my private life and what I share online.”
I smile as I read her words. There’s a subtle game in this conversation, a mix of flirting and mystery. She skillfully plays with the boundaries between what’s real and what remains virtual.
Me (message): “I get it. It’s actually kind of exciting, that ambiguity. It makes things more interesting. I guess we just have to be a bit more careful in situations like this.”
Emmy (message): “Exactly! And there’s something special about keeping a bit of mystery. It leaves room for imagination and makes each interaction more valuable. And sometimes, it’s fun to play with those boundaries, right? 😏”
Me (message): “I totally agree. It makes things more intriguing. So, what do you enjoy the most about being on ForFansOnly? Is it the messages or maybe something a bit more… unique?”
Emmy (message): “Hmm, I’d say it’s a mix of both. Interesting conversations are super important, but there’s also something rewarding about seeing people’s reactions to my posts. What about you, what made you subscribe?”
I pause for a moment before replying. Her question makes me want to open up a bit more, but I want to keep it light while still being honest.
Me (message): “Honestly, it was a mix of curiosity and attraction. Your profile really caught my eye, especially your profile picture… But since we’ve been chatting, I feel like that picture doesn’t quite match the image I have of you now. It’s an interesting contrast.”
Emmy (message): “That’s interesting you say that! I can see why you’d think that. The profile picture is a part of me, but it doesn’t fully represent who I am. There’s definitely a contrast between the public image and the person I am in our conversations. It’s a deliberate choice to keep a bit of mystery while staying open to conversation.”
I smile as I read her response. It’s fascinating to realize that this discord between image and reality is part of her game, and I’m even more intrigued.
Me (message): “It’s true that the contrast between the picture and our conversation makes things even more interesting. I like the idea of discovering what’s behind the image. I’m curious to learn more about you as we keep talking.”
Emmy (message): “It’s sweet that you want to see beyond what the picture shows. Behind that smile and those poses, there’s a much more complex person. And trust me, this is only the beginning… If you stick around, you’ll see that reality can be even more captivating and sensual than what you imagine. 😉”
I let myself smile, feeling satisfied. The conversation is captivating, and each exchange with Emmy feels more intriguing than the last. I close the app, but my thoughts keep circling around her. This mix of mystery and truth makes every moment we share even more fascinating.