This was DeviantArt commission
“Wasn't there some guy who tried this already?” Devon squirmed in place. He was trying to rest himself on the truck in a way that supported him without burning his bare skin on the sun-beaten chrome. “OnlyFemmes I mean – didn't he pose as his girlfriend or sister or something, and she ended up putting some kind of sissy bounty on him?”
“Don't give me ideas,” Haley, his long-suffering girlfriend, spat, pointing the camera at him, “I still need to pay off that lemon,” she nodded at the flame-streaked vintage truck Devon had spent their entire savings on, “the last thing I need is to pay off some crazy bitch with whips and chains for punishing my idiot boyfriend – as tempting as it is...”
The sun continued to blaze and Devon brushed the bangs of his wig aside to wipe sweat from his brow before it could streak his makeup. The last thing he needed was another hour in front of Haley's mirror while she repainted his face.
“Hey!” He called, suddenly realising something, “shouldn't I be wearing sunscreen? Just seems like after all that plucking and waxing you did, my skins gotta be like super sensitive.”
“Look,” Haley rolled her eyes, “if we're going to be rubbing anything into your skin, it is 100% being filmed for content. Now, pull that swimsuit up a bit higher up your ass – really show off the goods! That's it – now lift up your heels as if you were in stilettos and push out your butt. Nice!” She snapped a dozen pictures in quick succession. “Our subscribers are going to love that!”
“Our subscribers!?” Devon grimaced. Haley's swimsuit was much too small and was wedged uncomfortably between his cheeks. “I don't see you here, half naked and humiliating yourself for...content...”
“That's because I didn't spend all our savings on a supposed vintage truck that doesn't even run. What was it you called it? An asset?” Haley shook her head with derision at the vehicle and her feminised boyfriend together. “Looks like I am photographing all of your assets today... The guy who sold you that thing must be able to spot a sucker a mile off...now there's an idea!” She put the camera down and grinned cruelly. “Stay there while I go and get my dildo. How is your gag reflex by the way?”
Devon groaned. He was starting to miss the idea of the car wash scene Haley had had planned. Frollicking in soapy water sounded like bliss compared to having her sextoy between his painted lips. He just worried where else it would go when Haley found out the money he had paid for the truck was just the down payment.
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