There were a lot of customers who would lie about their profession.
So many "teachers" wanting to undergo student roleplay. Apparently a whole load of army guys too. The thing is, or at least, perhaps that's where the beauty lies... You can be anyone on the internet. The men got the chance to be whoever the fuck they wanted to be. And with the bravado of their new-found career brought forth the sadness of their goals.
"Can you just listen for a bit."
"It's just. You're different."
"Wish you could be here instead of the wife."
"Only able to do a quick show love gotta be starting the lecture at two."
"Back at base now yeah. It's lonely out here"
"Make me cum please bby"
Bizzyboi81 started a conversation: How much to get you to peg your nipples?
Sorry, what?
Bizzyboi8: I want you to put pegs on your nipples.
Fucks sake. Guess he's in it for the shock value.
Sure! I can do that. Hmm, maybe 600 tokens... :)
Have to find the bloody pegs first.
Anything else?
Bizzyboi8: I want my name written on your tits
Yes! Of course Master.
How on Earth.
FUCK'S SAKE.
Going to have to buy more pegs at this rate.
And on it would go, depending on the situation. The thing was, for the most part, it wasn't a terrible way to earn money.
At first, anyway.
It wasn't as though she experienced any stigma about it from the family. They all knew, of course. That's just how it had played out. But it was still not something you'd just casually bring up at dinner (unless, of course, you did). It suited her schedule just fine and allowed her the flexibility of all the other life commitments. Maybe she was after something more rewarding. More so than a couple of faked orgasms on screen. And honestly, they were all faked. How the fuck anyone thought she was getting off for real was incredible.
"I can tell when it's real or not and I'm so happy that I can make you happy bby"
Oh you really know how to please me :) Oh! Yesss! Ahhhhh! Mmm! and whatever symphony of faux noises she could muster to create the crescendo of another lie.
Etc etc etc.
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Read part 3 here.
Monday 11 May 2020
Tuesday 5 May 2020
Open Up (Part 1)
Another message popped up. Another customer.
blur23: I want to fuck a pumpkin on Skype for you. How much to just watch?
She clicked off the conversation tab.
Perhaps, way back, she would have been shocked at such a statement. That was before. Now, it was just another random message to add to the barrage of weird or fucked-up things she read on an almost daily basis. She wasn't about to kink-shame now. Everyone had their own... thing. Hers wasn't watching pumpkins.
Plus, Halloween had already been. Maybe that was the only thing left to do with the pumpkin, she mused.
Another message.
Bone1000: hey gorgeus
Hey you. She replied. One of the regulars. She waited until the response about a show would come. That she could handle.
Sometimes, it wasn't all bad. Sometimes she just kept people company. They kept her company, too. She enjoyed the attention most of the time. There was always an abundance of compliments.
"mmmmmmm sexy"
"so cute!"
"love your tits, sweetie"
"making me hard bby girl"
"you're so much different to the rest of the models".
And such.
Early on she had found herself grouping the types of men (and the odd woman) that visited her room. It was somewhat easy to recognise the categories. The ones who wanted to shock. The ones who needed the release. The ones who needed the company. Someone who would listen to them. Anyone. Even if it was just a cam girl. A lot of the people were lonely on the site, she had come to find.
She was one of the lonely people, too.
This was something that's been lurking in my drafts for a while, now. I reckoned it was time to release it into the wild. Hope you enjoyed. Maybe I'll write some new stuff in these weird times. But, maybe not, too.
Stay safe and try not to overthink things now wonderful people x
Read part 2 here.
blur23: I want to fuck a pumpkin on Skype for you. How much to just watch?
She clicked off the conversation tab.
Perhaps, way back, she would have been shocked at such a statement. That was before. Now, it was just another random message to add to the barrage of weird or fucked-up things she read on an almost daily basis. She wasn't about to kink-shame now. Everyone had their own... thing. Hers wasn't watching pumpkins.
Plus, Halloween had already been. Maybe that was the only thing left to do with the pumpkin, she mused.
Another message.
Bone1000: hey gorgeus
Hey you. She replied. One of the regulars. She waited until the response about a show would come. That she could handle.
Sometimes, it wasn't all bad. Sometimes she just kept people company. They kept her company, too. She enjoyed the attention most of the time. There was always an abundance of compliments.
"mmmmmmm sexy"
"so cute!"
"love your tits, sweetie"
"making me hard bby girl"
"you're so much different to the rest of the models".
And such.
Early on she had found herself grouping the types of men (and the odd woman) that visited her room. It was somewhat easy to recognise the categories. The ones who wanted to shock. The ones who needed the release. The ones who needed the company. Someone who would listen to them. Anyone. Even if it was just a cam girl. A lot of the people were lonely on the site, she had come to find.
She was one of the lonely people, too.
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This was something that's been lurking in my drafts for a while, now. I reckoned it was time to release it into the wild. Hope you enjoyed. Maybe I'll write some new stuff in these weird times. But, maybe not, too.
Stay safe and try not to overthink things now wonderful people x
Read part 2 here.
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