Previously…
Aya was online.
But not responding.
So when her ex showed up at the party, Sara didn’t run.
She got even—by fucking him.
Not in real life.
In her thoughts.
She turned those thoughts into a story.
And sent it to Aya—blow by blow.
Aya was game.
She probably even liked it.
And Sara?
She used the fantasy to cum harder than she ever had in her life.
But the lines between fantasy and reality were starting to blur.
Some marks were real.
And they were starting to show.
Start at the Beginning
City of Stars (Ep 6)
The final note of City of Stars floated into the night, carried off by the breeze rolling over the beautiful Chicago skyline. Lights blinked across the towers.
The screen dimmed and transitioned to the Rooftop Cinema logo.
Tessa was the first to speak.
“Gary told me he’s in love with me.”
Sara turned, slowly. “I’m sorry—what?”
“Like… in love. Capital L, ‘you’ve always been the one’ love.”
She took a sip of her drink like she was washing the memory down.
“I laughed. Then I said he should maybe try mushrooms. Or therapy. Or both.”
Sara stifled a grin. “And what did he say to that?”
“He said he wasn’t joking.”
They both stared straight ahead for a second.
Sara broke the silence. “So… are you?”
“God no.” Tessa groaned. “He’s a disaster. I love him like… like a pet you’ve had forever, but if it ever bit someone you’d be like, ‘Yeah. That tracks.’”
Sara laughed—then gave her a sideways glance.
“You going out tonight?”
Tessa hesitated. Too long.
“Maybe,” she said.
Sara’s brow lifted. “You’re being weird.”
“I’m not being weird,” she said, definitely being weird. “I just don’t want to… jinx anything.”
Sara narrowed her eyes.
“Since when are you worried about jinxing anything? Oversharing for that matter?”
Tessa gets quiet, “This is different.”
Sara’s expression shifted. Something unreadable passed behind her eyes.
“So…” she said carefully, “who is it?”
Tessa bit her lip, then confessed like a kid who knew she wasn’t in trouble but still couldn’t help whispering.
“Peyton.”
Sara’s whole body turned toward her. “Peyton Peyton? Like—hot, broody, ‘probably straight but maybe not’ Peyton?”
Tessa nodded, eyes wide. “Yeah.”
Sara blinked. “And you didn’t tell me because…?”
“Because I like her, okay?”
She looked down at her drink.
“Like… like-like. And I didn’t want to fuck it up by running my mouth before anything even happened.”
Sara just stared at her for a second.
Then: “You told me you once faked a seizure to get out of a second date. But this, you keep quiet?”
“Shut up,” Tessa mumbled, but she was smiling.
“So how did it happen?”
“I was drunk last night. Like, annihilated. I walked up to her and asked if she liked horses.”
Sara blinked. “Tessa. What the fuck?”
“I don’t know!” she half-shrieked, half-laughed. “I panicked! I was like, ‘Do you ride horses or own them?’ and she just laughed. So I knew.”
“Knew what? That she’s not in 4H?”
“No,” Tessa said simply. “That she wasn’t mean.”
Sara snorted. “Jesus.”
“We’re meeting at Lone Wolf. Then maybe a little putt-putt. Anything could happen.”
“What time?”
Tessa checked her phone.
“Fifteen minutes ago—shit!”
She jumped up, knocking over her drink. “How do I look? How do I smell? Do I have popcorn in my teeth??”
She didn’t wait for answers. She was already jogging toward the exit, bag swinging, hair catching in the wind like a chase scene.
Sara watched her go. Smiling.
Then—
Sara’s phone vibrated
Tessa: btw… who ru fucking?
Sara: ?????
Tessa: uve worn a scarf every day this week. I know ur obsessed with Audrey Hepburn but I seriously haven’t seen your neck in an entire presidential term.
Sara: Bye, Tessa.
Tessa:🤔 maybe you DID take my Plan B
Sara laughed, almost too loudly.
Without a thought, she touched her neck.
Still faintly tender.
Her pussy pulsed.
Then she stood.
The skyline was still glowing.
But something inside her had gone dark.
Sara walked through the West Loop to the soundtrack of her CMAT playlist, the kind of songs that made the city feel like a movie she wasn’t a part of.
She passed a mural bursting with color.
A pop-up art gallery with people spilling onto the sidewalk, wine glasses in hand.
Posh Girls in groups and guys in packs.
There was life everywhere. Style. Intention.
Humanity that didn’t need permission to be there.
She turned a corner.
Two girls holding hands brushed past her, their fingers intertwined like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Without thinking her hand went to her neck.
She told herself it wasn’t a reaction—but her thighs pressed together anyway.
The closer she got to the CTA station, the quieter the streets became. The noise gave way to echo. Lights blurred against the evening haze. Her phone buzzed.
But she didn’t check it yet.
She was already thinking about her next hit.
Sara pulled the scarf from her neck.
Patches of bruises bloomed across her skin—faint, tender, impossible to ignore.
She didn’t flinch. She let the cool air touch her.
She squared her shoulders.
Straightened her spine.
If anyone looked at her twice, she’d let them.
She was daring them to.
Even if she didn’t know why.
Sara sat alone on the bench, legs crossed, scarf loose around her neck. The city hummed in the distance—far enough to feel untouchable. Even the platform felt paused. Still.
She opened OnlyFans.
Aya had messaged.
Aya: I’m waiting for you baby 🥵🥵🥵
(Photo: Aya lying on her stomach, bare back exposed, cheek resting against a pillow. Her arm tucked beneath her, nothing showing but skin and suggestion.)
Sara swallowed.
Sara: You know my imagination is VERY vivid 😍
If I were there right now… OMG 🫠🫠🫠
I can almost feel your soft skin under my fingertips 🥵
Aya: I’m sure we can cuddle right now if you are beside me
Sara smiled. A real one.
Sara: I would LOVE that. Just taking the time to enjoy touching you and feeling you close to me—maybe while watching a scary movie ;-)
A low rumble passed beneath her feet. A train is approaching, still far off.
She glanced around.
Empty.
Her hand drifted between her legs. Light. Needy.
(Aya sends a video. $20 to unlock.)
Sara tapped.
(Aya, in a tan cropped tank top and black yoga pants. Slow hands tracing her curves. Shirt lifting just enough to show underboob. No smile. Just heat. She swayed like Sara was in the room.)
Sara shifted. One hand between her legs, the other steady on her lap. She was wound up so tight she thought she might snap.
Aya: I’m slowly removing my clothes right now baby 🥵
Sara: Lol, how long do you think we could cuddle before we end up fucking?
Aya: It depends on you baby 🥵🥵🥵
You can spoil me for as long as you want…
Or start licking my pussy now 😈
Sara let her head fall back. Chest rising. Hand still moving—just slightly.
Sara: You and me… cuddling in your bed, topless, in cozy shorts, watching a movie…
My fingers tracing your body gently…
Aya: Ughhh I want you to lay me back and eat me until I’m shaking 🥵🥵🥵🥵
Sara: God…that’s so hot.
(Aya sends a video. $29 to unlock.)
(She’s topless now. Touching her breasts. Her nipples caught between her fingers. The camera stays tight. Intimate. Intentional.)
Sara slid a hand under her shirt. Fingertips skimmed her bra. Her thighs tensed.
Sara: You’re like fucking kryptonite.
You make me so weak. I’d let you do anything. I’d do anything for you.
Aya: I’d pull you up to my mouth while I touch your pussy
You can dominate me if you can 🥵🥵🥵
Tell me—how would you make my pussy wet right now?
Sara didn’t blink.
Sara: I grab your wrist. Bring your fingers to my mouth.
I suck them slowly—looking straight into your eyes.
Then I start grinding on your thigh because I can’t help it.
You’ve brought something out of me, and I don’t know if I can control it.
The heat climbed. Her pulse quickened. A faint sound echoed from the other platform. She didn’t stop.
Aya: You turn me on so much 🥵 I don’t think I could control myself if I was around you 💦💦
Sara: I kiss you. Tongue first, soft at first, then deeper.
As I move my fingers to your pussy…
Sara rocked forward.
One hand inside her underwear. The other was under her shirt.
The platform buzzed under her feet.
Still, she didn’t stop.
Aya: I want to feel your strong hands on my body baby touching me rough
Sara paused.
Strong hands?
Sara: I can’t touch you like that…
But I tease you over your panties. Barely brushing your clit—just enough to make you beg.
Sara: You moan “fuck” into my mouth… so I bite your bottom lip.
Aya: Don’t stop baby please
Sara: I grab both your wrists. Hold them over your head.
Sara: I press my naked body into yours.
Then slip one finger inside your wet, warm pussy…
Sara slipped two of her fingers inside herself and started fucking without shame.
Aya: I love the way your big fingers feel inside of me
Sara blinked.
Someone coughed.
She was being watched.
Big?
She reread it.
Twice.
Her rhythm faltered.
She tried to move past it.
Sara: I don’t know how big my fingers are…
But I slide my thumb to your clit while I work my finger in and out.
Sara: Grinding on your thigh like I can’t get enough…
Aya: Ughh only if you can see how I fucking right now on the video baby 💦💦💦
“How I fucking…”
Sara read it again.
The cadence. The grammar.
Something was off.
It wasn’t her imagination.
But the heat was still pulsing.
And she wasn’t ready to stop.
(Aya sends another video. $33 to unlock.)
(Aya’s in black silk underwear. Posing. Moaning softly. Nothing too graphic—just enough to keep the illusion alive.)
Sara hesitated—
Then tapped.
Aya: Just put your hard dick inside of me
Silence.
Everything inside her froze.
Her fingers stilled.
Her breath caught.
Hard dick.
She reread it.
Then again.
There was no way to explain it.
The words weren’t just wrong—they were meant for someone else.
Another client.
Another fantasy.
Someone who wasn’t her.
She pulled her hand from her pants like she’d touched a burner.
Then stared at it.
At herself.
Half-undressed. In public. Chasing a lie.
The warmth drained from her chest.
“Hey baby you need some help over there?” said a young guy as he grabbed his dick.
Reality rushed back in like a cold wind through an open door.
She was alone.
Exposed.
Stupid.
(Another video. $49 to unlock.)
She didn’t even read the caption.
Her screen blinked.
Waiting.
Sara just sat there.
Empty.
The platform lit up as the train turned the corner.
The spell was broken.
Her fingers glistened in the brightness.
The train screeched into the station.
She boarded. Her face was emotionless.
What was she feeling exactly?
She always knew what this was.
She was disappointed that the game was ruined.
She moved her hand to her neck and pinched so hard she winced.
Letting out a little moan. Then pinching again.
Oh well, she thought.
Putting her fingers in her mouth and licks them clean.
One game ends.
Another begins.
And Sara?
She was just getting started.
(To be continued…)
Wow! Nicely done! This one hurt, but can’t wait to see where it goes next. Feel a storm brewing. 🖤
you made my night great love