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Sitting in the tacky, dingy diner which serves cheap food with even cheaper tableware, Phoebe "Sinnamon" Morgan feels remarkably out-of-place. She'd grown up in blue collar neighborhoods just like this one and only recently became a wealthy woman; she's queen of an adult film industry on the most popular 18+ website in the world. However, luxury was easy for her to get used to, perhaps too easy. After leaving that cheap little two-bedroom bungalow behind, she moved into her old but renovated mansion and never looked back. She has no desire to return to anything that looks even remotely like this place, not even for a quick bite to eat.

However, she's here for a very specific reason, and it isn't the cheese steak, the hash browns or that flaming cheese people seem to like. Sitting with her employee, her camerawoman, Fabienne Auguste, she's tracking down a lead for some new talent. It's not that she can't get more girls herself with the contacts she has but she wants more diversity; there's too many felines, canines, bunnies, mice and mares on OnlyFurs and she wants something fresh, something unique, something a bit rare. Fabienne, the beautiful Haitian snake Voeldahn, would've been a great option but she absolutely refuses to star for her.

"I only enjoy men in private, and I never play with coworkers." She always replies in her thick accent whenever Sinnamon hints at a promotion in front of the camera.

Sinnamon can only respect her more for being so strong-willed, especially in the face of pressure from a woman as wealthy and influential as herself. Thankfully, Fabienne knows many more Haitians, people desperate for money and a glimmer of hope, and for some reason many of them are also snakes and amphibians. She hadn't thought about it before, but it'll be nice to see some skin-on-skin/scales on her channel. People really enjoyed seeing Arabella! The excitement mounts as she prepares to meet Fabienne's mysterious friend, her mind racing as she taps her fingertips anxiously atop the table. With her head on a swivel, Sinnamon scans the crowd. Grungy, working-class people are scattered throughout the establishment making the haughty mare shudder.

"Well? Where is she?" An impatient Sinnamon leans over the table and quietly asks Fabienne.
"Patience..." The brown and pink snake replies. "She just began her shift."
"She works here?!"
"Of course... Hmm... Oh! There! There she is!" Fabienne smiles and begins to wave.

Sinnamon follows her gaze and her eyes grow wide. A purple and yellow female with black accents emerges from the kitchen, wearing a humble yet attractive summer dress and clutching a dollar store notepad to her chest. She's beautiful! Such vibrant colors, and a lovely figure! She appears to be a salamander, with softer and shinier skin than Fabienne's already glossy scales. She walks without footwear, common for many Voeldahn, and moves with considerable grace, bouncing off each... Paw? Claw? In any case, she's a lovely and innocent looking creature, not at all the kind of girl who normally ends up in front of a camera for perverts to gawk at. Sinnamon instantly begins to question her camerawoman.

"Are ya sure about this?" She cannot help but ask.
"Yes."
"But she doesn't look like the type. She's too 'girl next door.'"
"I don't know what that means."
"Never mind... I don't think she'll be a good fit. She's too innocent. She might feint when we ask her to do this."
"Trust me, Sinn. I know her very well. She will agree and be happy to do so." Fabienne replies.
"Fabienne! Hello! It is very good to see you!" The bubbly waitress exclaims in an equally thick, Haitian Creole accent.
"It is very good to see you again, Esther. I am pleased to see you have made it to America." Fabienne and her friend speak slowly, practicing their English.
"So am I. And who is this?"
"My new boss, and hopefully, yours as well."
"Oh? She is beautiful. I love your shiny dress." Esther chirps.
"Thank ya!" Sinnamon smiles. Compliments never get old, no matter who says them.
"Would you like anything to drink? Oh, you don't have any menu! I go fetch!" Esther exclaims, her English slipping as she speaks a bit faster.
"I would like an orange juice, please." Fabienne says.
"Nothing for me."
"No water? It is free." Esther flashes the most innocent of smiles.
"No, thank ya. We won't be here long." Sinnamon adds before Esther nods and quickly darts away. She looks to Fabienne and clears her throat, once again leaning closer. "Ahem... I don't know about this, Fabs. She doesn't seem like the type. Are ya certain I can hire her?"
"Yes. As I said, Sinn, I know her very well. Just be honest. She will respect that." Fabienne replies.

Sinnamon does exactly that, and no sooner than Fabienne is holding a cold glass of orange juice, a pair of cheaply laminated menus lying flat atop the table, she makes Esther an offer. She dares not drop a number aloud, not in a place like this, but assures Esther that she will be well compensated for her time and that she will certainly enjoy the work she has in store for her.

"And what is this work?"
"I want to film ya... With a man." Sinnamon replies.
"Doing what?" Esther cocks her head.

She is so oblivious that it's as adorable as it is amusing and frustrating. Glancing at Fabienne, Sinnamon does not look enthusiastic in the slightest. Esther looks to her childhood friend whom she had followed out of Haiti only to receive a very particular look. Esther's expression changes, morphing from that of innocent curiosity to an uncomfortable realization. Fabienne nods. That is the moment when Esther realizes what exactly this job entails...

"O-oh, I... I do not know about that..." She so shyly begins.

She looks properly embarrassed, as any woman with genuine morals would. That's exactly was Sinnamon was expecting, but Fabienne steps in and quickly takes over.

"This is not what you might be thinking. It is not a bad or filthy job. The pay is good and you will indeed enjoy your time. I will be there, behind my camera. I will supervise. You will never be placed into a position which makes you uncomfortable."
"A-and... And people will watch this?" Esther shyly stammers, her face darkening as she blushes.
"Many thousands." Fabienne replies.
"I-I'm sorry. I do not think that is right for me..."
"Esther, I know you."
"Wi." Esther nods.
"I know you very well..."

Fabienne looks to Sinnamon, her lips contorted in what appears to be discomfort. She takes a breath and sighs, then asks for Sinnamon to pardon them for a moment. Then, without missing a beat, she returns her attention to Esther and begins to speak.

"Koute, Estè. Ou te toujou vle yon tibebe, epi lanmou yon bon gason. Mwen konnen yon bon gason ki pral ba ou sa ou vle."
"Yon etranje pou fè sèks avè m? Yon etranje pou mete yon tibebe anndan m?" Esther asks.
"Wi. Sa a se yon peyi bèl anpil. Si ou gen yon tibebe isit la, gouvènman an p ap janm fòse ou ale! Ou gen yon tibebe isit la, yon tibebe ak yon Ameriken, ou pral gen tout bagay, epi nonm sa a trè byen. Gwo penis, ekselan sèks. Li pa gen okenn maladi. Li se yon pwofesyonèl. Ou fè anpil ògas!"

Esther's cheeks darken even more as her old friend speaks and Sinnamon becomes very curious. The American mare recognizes a few of those words but nowhere near enough to comprehend their conversation. 'Wi' means yes, doesn't it?

"Vini non. Ou p'ap janm gen pi bon eksperyans lan. Fè sèks ak nonm sa a. Pran plezi w. N'ap filme l, w'ap resevwa lajan, epi l'ap ba ou yon tibebe. Ou pa ka pèdi!" Fabienne continues.
"M pa konnen... Se pa konsa yo te leve m pou m konpòte m." Esther's voice trembles a little. She looks quite nervous.
"Mwen konnen. Mwen pa t grandi konsa nonplis, men nou fè sa nou dwe pou nou bati yon lavi pou tèt nou. Omwen konsa ou ka jwi li, epi ou asire plas ou nan peyi sa a ak yon tibebe ameriken." Fabienne's voice sounds so steady, so confident as she tries to convince Esther to agree.
"Mwen pa konnen..." Esther seems hesitant.
"Konsidere sa. Sa ap sove ou menm ak frè ou, Jean-Baptiste. Sa ap ba ou lajan ak plezi ak yon tibebe, epi ou p ap janm oblije retounen an Ayiti ankò."
"Li santi etranj. Sitiyasyon sa a." Esther murmurs.
"Mwen pwomèt ou, ou pral fè pi bon sèks nan lavi ou, epi ou pral resevwa pi gwo peman an."
"Dakò. Mwen... Mwen pral kouche avè l." Esther gives a subtle nod.
"Good!" Fabienne chirps.
"What? What happened?!" An anxious Sinnamon looks between the two, a knot in the pit of her stomach as she waits for news.
"She will do it."
"Great! Perfect!!! Okay, so Fabs will text ya the address. Come whenever yer ready. We don't have a schedule so it's all up to ya." Sinnamon chirps.
"May I come tonight?" Esther asks in a soft, shy voice, glancing around as though worried someone will hear her and know.
"Of course!" A surprised but excited Sinnamon grins.
"Thank you..." Esther murmurs, clutching her notepad to her chest.
"Ya won't regret this!" Sinnamon assures her.
"I hope so..." Esther mutters under her breath.
"You won't." Fabienne says, speaking in a stern and almost motherly tone.
"Okay... I get a ride and see you tonight." Esther meekly replies before setting down a bill for Fabienne's orange juice and leaving the table, eager to be out of that situation.

Fabienne looks to her boss and smiles, then takes a big gulp of the pulpy liquid.

"I gotta admit... That went way better than I was expectin' it to." Sinnamon remarks.
"I told you to trust me." Fabienne smiles, her eyes narrowing and her lips curling into a devious grin. "She will do you well, Sinn... Very well."

Glancing over to Esther as she attends to another customer, that aura of innocence has returned. She seems to have forgotten their conversation and the ramifications of her promise, and though Sinnamon cannot be certain the sheepish salamander will actually go through with it, she certainly hopes she does. If Esther arrives then Fabienne was right. That smile, that figure, that innocent air surrounding her. This is exactly the woman they were looking for...

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This custom commission was done by  DirtyJace, and let me tell you, I have been sitting on this for a looong time. I'm so excited to finally post Esther's story, which I not only tried to make both entertaining and compelling, but marks the half-way point for my OnlyFurs project. WOO!!!

P.S. If you want to know what the heck they were saying, you'll need to spend some time with a translator; Haitian Creole to English. Enjoy. >;3