dream of me ➵ d.g.

✾ o1; the prostitute & the rich.

being a youtuber takes a lot of work.

most people know this, yet they still try to achieve that dream without any effort at all. youtubers do indeed make large amounts of cash, - a reason why there are full-time youtubers in the first place, - but more often than not, they don't get paid that much.

this is why clay, - more commonly known as dream to the youtube community, - works at a side job. and if that job so happened to be a sex worker, well, no one had to know.

of course, dream had several choices for his side job, but being a prostitute pays higher and makes him get tips without working too hard.

maybe it was also the fact that being fucked for a living was appealing, only his co-workers, boss, and client knows. unlike the others, dream wasn't initially recruited as a prostitute. he was a pole dancer, a well-known one that draws in everyone who's watching.

he became a prostitute because of a simple reason: it was because he was heavily requested. seeing this as an opportunity, dream quickly switched jobs.

and it was, by far, his greatest decision.

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for george, being a youtuber is a side job.

he doesn't mean to brag, but he's rich enough to live as a youtuber or a jobless person. he also doesn't like bringing this up to others. dream not knowing about his wealth is an example of this.

a bell snapped george out of his thoughts. he searched for the source of the sound, only to realize it was his phone. a giddy feeling rose in him, expecting someone at the end of the other screen.

speak of the devil.

the said notification was a message from dream. dream, his best friend. dream, his crush. having dream as a crush wasn't necessarily bad, but it felt weird. george knew everything about dream, yet he also knew nothing about dream. he doesn't know his name, where he lives, his age, &, etc.

dream could probably show me a picture of a random stranger and say it's him and i'd believe it. george chuckled to himself as he opened up the message and replied to dream's message.

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"thank you for coming, sir!" dream looked at the hazy eyes of his client and smile sweetly; their juices painting dream's face a white glow. standing up from his kneeling position, dream could see his client's blissed-out face and dream giggled softly.

he looks so ridiculous! stifling his giggles, dream made his way towards the bathroom and washed his face. after washing his face, he checked the mirror if everything was still perfect.

dream was wearing a simpler outfit compared to the other stuff he wore for his clients.

a see-through black, rhinestoned crop top. a see-through black, rhinestoned pencil skirt. fishnet thigh-highs that's connected to dream's lingerie with a garter. black, translucent lacy panties that appealed to the client's wants. high-heeled desert black boots. a green, tight vest that showed off his flat chest in the best way.

these were what dream wore and he can understand why his client was so stunned by him.

remembering the client, dream quickly got a towel and went inside the bedroom. he was greeted by rather loud snores from his client. dream hummed to himself as he cleaned up the client's mess. there was no wonder why the client was so asleep. he was rather old, so trying to keep up with dream's top-notch stamina was hard.