Things had gone from bad to worse. To say I had dug myself into a deep hole would be an understatement. Marge had turned my day to day life to a hell on earth. If I was not doing her work for her, I was doing her personal chores, anything from picking up her lunch to walking her dogs. She wasn't the only one that was hard to deal with. Kendall had kept accurate to her words; there wasn't a minute of the day where she wasn't looking over my shoulder. Everything I did, every motion I made, she was there. 

On the home front, things had gotten better. The court decision had gone in my favor. Timothy wasn't allowed to take the kids out of the state permanently without my permission. I still had visitation rights, but not at my home and always with a chaperone. 

"Cow-tits!" Marge said as she came around the corner to look at me. 

"What," I said as she stared at me. 

Marge threw a piece of paper onto the table. "My dry cleaning needs to be picked up at eight." 

I couldn't bring myself to say what I wanted, but I nodded my head. Marge looked at me with a smile then walked away. Kendall gave me a look as I got up at the end of the day. 

"What?" I asked as I headed for the time clock. 

I was beginning not to care anymore; part of me wanted to say fuck it all! Fuck Marge and her video, fuck Kendall and this job. If it weren't for the need to get out of my shitty apartment and the horrible neighborhood, I would have told them all to go fuck themselves. 

As I got in my car, the only thing that made me feel good about myself was that I got to see my son tomorrow. That thought put a smile on my face.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

Today was even better than any other visit. As I sat with Jacob, I looked over at the swings. Sarah and Sandra were swinging back and forth with smiles on their faces. I couldn't believe how close I was to them. Teresa had said they had come on their own. Now they were smiling and laughing with their Aunt behind them pushing on their swings. 

"They have been asking about you, "Jacob said. 

"Really?" I asked, turning my attention back to him. He had dyed his hair from the mouse brown to a deep black. I tried not to pay attention to it as I knew that would make him feel uncomfortable, but I kept taking glances at it. 

"Yeah, Sarah misses your tea parties," Jacob smiled. 

I smiled as I looked over at them. I used to take their plush toys and arrange them around the table at lunch. I made a different voice for all of them. From the first time I did it, both the girls loved it. 

"Lela," Jacob said as I stole another glance at his hair. 

"Sanders?" I asked with shock in my voice. Lela had been a girl he had been pursuing for a long time. 

"Yeah," Jacob said as he smiled. "Her parents are divorced as well. Her father cheated on her mom." 

"Now you two have something in common," I nodded. "Is it getting serious?" 

"We are just friends," Jacob said as he looked at me. 

My phone chirped; when I looked at it, I shook my head. 

"It's her again, isn't it?" Jacob asked as he looked at me. 

"Yeah," I shook my head. I had told Jacob about Marge. I left out what she had over me, but he was a smart kid, and I am sure he could figure it out. 

"Let her," Jacob shrugged. "What's the worse that can happen?" 

"The three of you looking at me worse than you do now," I said as I put the phone away. 

"It wouldn't change a thing for me, and they will get over it," Jacob shrugged. "Everyone at school already calls you every name in the dictionary, and they even made some new ones." 

"Sorry," I said as I held his hand. "I didn't mean for that to happen." 

"It was my fault, I told one person, and it got out," Jacob smiled. "At least it got Lela to talk to me." 

"Mom?" Sarah said from behind me. 

I was shocked beyond belief as I saw the two of them standing behind me. "Can we get ice cream?" Sandra asked as she pointed to an ice cream truck. 

"Absolutely," I said as I got up. I knew I shouldn't spoil them, but at this point, if they wanted a pony, I would find a way to get them one. 

~ ~ ~ ~ 

"He is right you know," Lexis said. After my visit with my children, I decided to stop by the salon. Lexis and the others were closing up. I told them everything that had happened since I left the salon and started working at the office. 

"My son?" I asked as I looked at her. 

"Yes," another woman said as she looked at me. She was a new person. They wasted no time replacing me. 

"You already have the title of a slut, whore, cheater, dumb white bitch," Natalie said as she swept the floor. "Might as well own up to it." 

"Amen," Tonya smiled from her seat. 

I looked at them all. "So, just walk in there, quit then walk out?" 

"And do it like you own the place, put a little snap on it as you walk out," Natalie laughed. 

We all laughed. I thought about it as I helped with the closing. "I couldn't," I shook my head. "I have bills to pay, rent, and ..." 

"Shut the fuck up!" Lexis said as she snapped on me. "Bitch, we all have that, there isn't a motherfucker alive that doesn't owe something to someone. You will figure it out." 

"Do as the other hoes and whores do," the new woman said. "Get money from what you like doing." 

"That's what I am talking about, flip that shit," Tonya said. "You finally found something you are good at, so do it and get paid!" 

"All these women do it on all these apps, so why can't you?" Lexis asked. 

"Dumb-ass men, pay for these women's rent, wish lists and clothes, just because they flaunt their asses or show some cleavage," Natalie said as she looked at her phone. "Look, I just put in the hashtag BBW and look." 

Natalie showed us her phone. There were tons of pictures of big women scantily dressed, showing their cleavage or their ass. What was surprising was the number of followers they had, not only that they had made themselves online wish lists. We took a look at the long list that included everything from clothes to adult toys and many other things. What made it worse was that their followers were buying it. 

"As I said, stupid men, and then they have the nerve to call these women sluts and whores. While they buy the shit," Tonya laughed. "Probably on some no-name account so they can hide it from their friends and family." 

I left the salon with many thoughts going through my head. They were right, of course. Since the incident at the hotel I had become sex-crazed; it was like a switch had been turned on that I couldn't turn off. Even now driving home all I could think about was the men that were hanging outside of my building and how I wanted to take all of them upstairs with me and let them do whatever they wanted until they had emptied their big fat balls. 

I shook my head, clearing the visions of wild sex acts. I had to start thinking clearly. I had responsibilities. Even though Jacob had said that he was okay with his mother being the way she was, it didn't mean that everyone would be okay with it. 

I picked up the phone as it rang. I cursed myself as I looked at the time. Hopefully, he had put it on vibrate. 

"Anna?" Timothy's voice came over the phone in a whisper. I must have awakened him. 

"Sorry," I said as I pulled into my parking spot. "I didn't realize it was so late."

"Who is it?" a woman's voice said, barely audible. 

"Anna," Timothy replied. 

"What does she want?" the voice said emphasizing the word she as she said it. 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." I began to say. 

"She is the mother of my children and despite how I feel or how you feel nothing will change that!" Timothy shouted back. His thick country accent came out dense when he was angry. "You said you could deal with that. If you have changed your mind you know where the door is located." 

There was silence. "Anna?" Timothy said. 

"I shouldn't have called. I didn't..." I began to say. 

"Well, you did, so what is it?" Timothy said. 

I cleared my throat. Years of dealing with Timothy's temper had taught me one thing. Never back down or sound like I was intimidated. 

"I just wanted to let you know I am leaving the job tomorrow, and as a result, a video might be released," I said as I stood my ground. 

"For fuck's sake, Anna, do you ever stop?" Timothy said. 

"I just wanted to give you a heads-up, that's all," I replied. 

"Fine, is that it?" Timothy asked. 

"For now, yes it is," I said. 

"Goodnight," Timothy said as he hung up. 

I felt better about the decision as I walked past the guys; the thought of taking them upstairs increased as they looked at me. 

"What you say, we have a repeat of what you did for the interview?" Chris said as he looked at me, going up the stairs. 

I turned to look at him. "Now Chris," I smiled as I stared down at him. "We both know I could do that in the time it takes for me to get to my door." 

"Oh shit," Leon laughed. 

"Leon," I said as I turned my attention to him. "You should stop bragging to the women over the phone about what you are packing because they will be sorely disappointed once the pants drop." 

The others chimed in with their laughter. "Now I could take all of you upstairs and let you have your way with me, but I taped a good show, and frankly I think it would be more entertaining than what any of you have to offer," I smiled at them as I walked towards my door. "Goodnight, gentlemen." 

I caught the tail end of some snide remarks as I turned the key and entered, but they knew that I was only giving them back what they had given me. 

~ ~  ~ ~ 

I knocked on Kendall's door the moment I walked into the building. "Enter," she said in her usual high-and-mighty voice. She looked up as I stepped inside. "If you have come to bargain for a day off, Ryan is the one to see." 

"No, I haven't come for a day off," I said as I pushed my letter across the table. 

Kendall laughed as she read it. "Good riddance," she shrugged as she crumpled it up and threw it into the trash. "Don't worry about the two weeks. You can leave right now." 

"Good," I said as I turned and walked away.

"I knew you couldn't hack it from the day you walked in here," Kendall said. 

I had a witty comeback along with other things that I could have said, but I knew that was what she wanted: an argument. 

"Have a good life," I said as I exited the office. 

I made a beeline for Marge's desk. The moment she saw me, her mouth opened up. 

"Post it," I said, beating her to the punch. 

"What?" Marge said as she looked at me. 

I turned around as I headed for the exit. "I just quit, so you can do whatever you want with the video." 

I heard footsteps running towards me. "You can't!" Marge said. 

"I can't what?" I said, turning towards her. 

"Mitchell made me delete the video," Marge said. 

I laughed. Of course he did; it would bring him down as well. 

"Bye, Marge," I laughed as I exited the building. I knew she wouldn't last the week without me doing her work for her. Kendall hated her more than she hated me. 

The day went by slowly. I had gone back to doing my rideshare. In between breaks, I looked up many of the online models. Many were just on the social website flaunting what they had innocently just for likes and followers. Others were online to make money and try to make it into the modeling or adult business. 

When I got off work, I went home and looked up more so-called models. One of them sparked my interests; she was a lot like me. She was the same body shape as well as the same age. Her photo app was filled with images of her showing lots of her cleavage. All of her pictures had watermarks with her name. Also, her biography pointed to a website; when I visited, it was a pay site. 

The model had over seven hundred followers. I noticed that the site had different tiers of payment each with their price. It was easy to look her up on other social sites. Many complained that the price for her tiers was too high for what she was offering. I also found images of her that were on the pay site. The most provocative was her sucking on her dildo; another had it between her tits. None of her pictures showed her being topless, just hand bras and pasties over her nipples. 

I looked back at her pay site. Just for the first tier was $100 a month, the second was $150, and the last was $250. 

"These idiots are paying this much and not getting any nudity?" I said, shaking my head. Even if all seven hundred members were paying at the lowest tier, she was making more in a month than some people made in a year. 

It wasn't hard to find more of the same. Of course, there were other sites and cam sites as well as amateur porn. All of which paid their models online. I had hit the jackpot. All I had to do was start a page and get a few apps installed. I made a profile on three of the most prominently used apps. I had gone with aMManda; it was what my mother wanted to name me, and it was easy to put my attributes in my name. I knew the question would pop up about how big my chest was, and I could quickly point out that it was in my name. 

When it came to taking a picture, I hesitated. I couldn't take it, not like this, not like the person I used to be. I wasn't that person anymore. I loved being a mom, I loved being a good wife, but that wasn't me anymore. That woman had gone the moment I slept with another man. 

A simple trip to the store and a few hours later I looked into the mirror. Gone were the blonde hair and blue eyes. I was going to dye my hair a deep black, but Jacob had already taken that color; now my hair was a bright auburn with blonde streaks. The color was perfect, it had taken some time, and the bathroom looked like a color bomb had gone off, but I liked it. I put in the colored contact lenses that made my eyes a bright but natural looking green. 

Then it was a simple matter of taking my first picture. I lay out on the couch and aimed the camera down at me so that my chest was in the picture. A low cut top made my cleavage the most prominent thing in the picture. That was it. I posted it online with all the hashtags I had seen others use. Then I went to clean the mess I made. 

I heard my phone vibrating and chirping, but didn't want to look at it. Part of me thought it was some people calling me all types of names, but I remembered the first rule of the internet: never read the comment section. I finished the cleaning and picked up my phone. I couldn't believe it. In the short time it took for me to clean, I had over a hundred followers. I dared myself to look at the comments. Except for a very few negative comments, most of them were the usual comments I had seen. I smiled as I took another picture of me, smiling and waving at the camera again. I made sure my chest was in full view. I put the message that I was going to bed. 

I lay in bed and looked at the number of my followers climbing before I fell asleep. 
 

~ ~ ~ ~ 
 

It had been a week since I started on my photo apps and the number of followers I had was through the roof. I had never expected it to go this high. Whether it was taking pictures throughout my day to day, or taking a video of me dancing to music while making dinner, I had done nothing too revealing. Some of the followers were already giving me ideas of what websites to use. 

I pretended not to be interested and kept replying that I was doing this purely for fun. The truth was that I already had three sites in mind. I was waiting for the right amount of people to show interest. When I got home, I got some of the direct messages asking me to go live online. 

"What the hell," I said to myself. I put on a low top and one of the bras that pushed my chest up, so they nearly touched my chin. I pressed the button, and there I was staring back at myself. Instantly names started to enter and say hi and greeted me. Then the regular stupid questions: bra size, favorite positions, was I into black men, have I done anal. I laughed and answered some while ignoring others. I wanted the right questions. 

Then it came one of them asked if I was going to show more. 

"Well," I said, trying to play innocent. I twirled a strand of my hair. "I was thinking about it, but with my job, it would be hard." 

Another started saying I could make more doing things online than I would in a regular job. I laughed and said that couldn't be true. 

Again, another pointed out other women online that were doing the same thing but getting paid. 

"This is all in fun, I like teasing people," I smiled. "If I had a better computer with cameras and everything," I stopped and paused. "No, I couldn't, could I?" 

There it was--the table was set. Now I had to see if one of these idiots would sit at the table and take the bait. I faked a yawn and lied about getting up early for work. I did a quick wave and then disconnected. By the time I got ready and jumped into bed, four people were offering to buy me a computer. 

"Idiots," I said, shaking my head. I shrugged as I looked online for a good computer. Jacob had shown me how to shop for computers when he wanted one. I picked out a good one and a few other things like new shirts and bras from custom companies. Put it all together and made a profile, put the link in my bio then went to sleep. 

The morning brought a new smile to my face as I looked at the website. Seven of the things I wanted had been purchased and were being mailed to my mailbox. 
 

~ ~ ~ ~ 
 

"You're kidding," Lexis said as I met her for lunch. 

"Nope," I shook my head. 

"And you haven't shown them a thing?" Lexis asked. 

"Not anything more than I am showing right now," I said with a smile. Granted, I was showing much cleavage as well as my legs. I had seen one guy walk into a table and another pour his drink down his shirt. 

"What's the next step?" Lexis asked. She was excited to see what I was going to do next.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I already have the websites figured out, but I don't know what to put on there." 

"Why don't you do a photo shoot?" Lexis said. "I know a guy that does great work." 

"Sounds intriguing," I nodded. 

Lexis called her friend, and it was an easy drive to his studio. 

"Lexis," a man said as we entered. "How was the..." he began to say before Lexis stopped him. 

I knew there was trouble at home. I was sure the recent change had something to do with Lexis doing something out of the ordinary. Maybe a few photos would change things at home. 

"This is Anna, the friend I was telling you about," Lexis said. 

"Wow, aren't you the stunning one," the man said. "Charlie," he said, introducing himself. 

"Nice to meet you," I said. 

"I will let you two get acquainted," Lexis said, leaving us alone. 

I told Charlie what I had in mind. I thought he should know the facts. 

"Done it," Charlie said with a huge smile. "You are not the first, and you will not be the last." 

I felt better about the situation. "Tell you what, I will show you some of the things I have done and you tell me what you want to do." 

I nodded. Charlie quickly brought out a small tablet. We skimmed through pictures of other women posing in different clothes ranging from conservative to provocative to outright see-through and to complete nudity. 

"All of these are women online?" I asked. 

"Yup," Charlie nodded. "I own four different studios in four states. I am about to open another one soon." 

I liked all of them and decided on a few of the teasing photos to begin. Charlie set me up with an appointment, and I agreed to bring the clothes. I couldn't wait to see what my followers would say; as I left the building, I took a selfie of me with the name of the company looming in the background. I made sure to let them know there was a surprise in the making. Instantly rumors were flying in the comments. 

I laughed as I looked at some of them. "Men." 

~ ~ ~ ~ 
 

It had been two long weeks, both of driving around as well as taking photos of myself. It felt like another job. I didn't know how the others managed to do it. Making sure the lighting was right, selecting the right filters as well as taking the right angle. I would take five to six pictures before picking the right one to post. It was working though; my followers had jumped from the few-hundred range to the twenty-thousand range. 

It amazed me anytime I did a live event that I had followers from not just the States, but from all over. They taught me how to watermark my pictures so they couldn't be used on porn sites. I also got a new computer, some toys and a bunch of new bras, which I modeled for the person that sent them. I always posted the sender a private photo of me wearing anything they bought me. 

The time had come for me to take my photos with the professional. It had taken this long to get the outfits I wanted to wear. One was a naughty librarian who was voted on by my followers. Another was the obvious choice of a busty nurse in a skimpy white outfit. I thought the other one they would choose would have been the French maid, but they had chosen a flight attendant. All of the costumes were skimpy and showed a lot more skin than they should. 

"Ready?" Charlie asked as I wore the first costume. 

I nodded. I thought I would be nervous, but after a few shots, the rest came naturally. Charlie even had a fake table with what looked like a library background. I posed all over the table, lifting my legs and acting innocent as if I had been caught doing something wrong, dropping my glasses down my face and peering over them--all the cliché poses that I saw in magazines. 

Both of the other outfits went the same. Charlie showed them to me. I liked every shot; even though I hadn't gone entirely topless many shots left my huge boobs uncovered. 

"You have twenty minutes still left," Charlie said. "Anything else?" 

I thought for a moment then smiled as I started to get undressed, only leaving my black lace bra and panties on. I walked over to the bed on the other side of the room. I lay in different provocative poses, making sure all of them were sexual in nature. I bent over, missionary, on my side. Charlie was a professional. He came close and took a picture of me over the top of the camera. I looked at the image with my hair hanging down as well as my chest. He had made it look like I was on top of whoever was looking at me. I bit my lip and took other photos. Then I had a good idea. I took off my bra and lay on the bed, my hands covering my chest, not revealing too much. 

"Great," Charlie said. "Now hang your head off the side of the bed." 

I hung my head off the side of the bed, letting my hair fall downward. I cupped my breasts and squeezed them together as Charlie came close. He looked upside down from my position, but I knew he was getting a great view of my chest pushed together between my hands. 

"The last one," Charlie said as he backed away. 

I turned over onto my stomach then got on all fours, pushing my ass up as far as I could. "Perfect!" Charlie said. 

I got dressed and walked back up the stairs to Charlie's office. "As we agreed," Charlie said as he gave me a flash drive. "All photos are on there," he said as he pushed a piece of paper over to me. "That is giving me consent to post four photos from each segment, excluding the last one, to my website." 

I nodded as I signed the release form. I gave him the payment and told him I would be in touch. I couldn't wait to get home and put the pictures online. I started with my first choice of pay sites. The first tier was the basic pictures that I posted online. It was the basic $25 that I charged; the next went up by the same, and that was my deep cleavage as well as pictures of me semi-nude. The photo of me coming out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around me was a big hit, so that was included. The next tier went up by fifty and sported all of the pictures that I had taken in my outfits. There wasn't much to the imagination in some of the photos. The last tier was the highest and sported the pictures from the last few minutes of the shoot. 

I copied the same prices on the other sites. I put all the links in my bio and then waited. First, nothing happened for the first hour. I went to the store, then came back. I couldn't believe my eyes. The number of members on all sites had skyrocketed. I did a search of my name on some of the other sites. I was breaking the rule of not looking at comments. I smiled as most had said I was fair with my prices and most of the pictures were worth it. By the end of the night, I had hundreds of followers on each site. 

I checked my messages, and as usual, I got the ordinary dick pictures. Most of them I deleted right away until I came across one that made me stare at the screen. It was long and huge. What made me stare was the caption: "Remember me?" 

I knew whose cock this belonged to; It had been the cock that had changed my life. I immediately replied. I was hoping I was right, but I could pick that dick out of a line-up. 

I got a quick reply and a request to video with the sender. I quickly accepted, and there he was--the man that changed everything. 

"Hi," Frederick said as his handsome face popped up on my screen. I stared at his face for a while, but then my attention was drawn to the monster he was holding in his hands. He was lying on his bed, jerking his massive cock. 

"Hi," I said as I tried not to stare at it. How could I not? He was using both his hands, and there was still a good amount left over. 

"I thought you forgot about me," Frederick said as he continued to pull on his cock. 

"How could I forget?" I said entranced. 

"I see you have changed," he said with a smile. 

"You haven't," I replied. 

"Just thinking about that time in the hotel," Frederick said with his evil grin. 

"Divorced because of it," I said, not even trying to pretend not to stare anymore. 

"Nice," Frederick said. "Still married here." 

"Too bad," I said, shaking my head. 

"Didn't stop you before," Frederick said. 

"Mhmm," I replied as thoughts of having that cock deep inside me filled my head. 

"I want to see them," Frederick said. 

Like a mindless zombie, I took off my shirt, then my bra and showed them off to him. "Too bad I didn't get to fuck those big fuckers," Frederick said as his pace quickened. 

I picked up one of my boobs and licked and sucked on one of my nipples then repeated on the other one. "Damn," Frederick said. He was thoroughly enjoying the view as I played and squeezed my boobs for him. 

"I would love for you to fuck them," I said as I squeezed them together. "Your big fat black cock driving between them, over and over again." 

"Fuck yeah," Frederick said. His breathing became deeper. I knew he was going to cum soon. 

"I bet you would love to see me bounce them on that long cock," I teased. 

"Hell yeah," Frederick said. 

I licked the top of each boob slowly, which sent him over the edge. He shot his cum all over his stomach and chest. 

"Damn," Frederick said. "We got to meet up, so we can do that for real." 

I dropped my boobs and smiled at him. "Thank you for everything, and I mean everything. That was your reward. I made a new rule for myself: no married men." 

After I said that I dropped the call and then blocked him. I made sure I couldn't get messaged by anyone I didn't add as a friend. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I was beyond horny. I went to the bedroom and grabbed my favorite toy. 

"You will have to do," I said as I lay back on the bed. "For now, anyway."