If you've forgotten - read part 6 here, or from the beginning, here.
In the end, the call had lasted all of four minutes and thirty-eight seconds. And two of those minutes involved removing the damn socks (and only for him to ask her to put them back on). They were a lot of hassle.
sailorrguyyy: ohhh my hearty , you beauty , chat soon ;-)
Celia knew she should have made the chat last longer. Teased him a little more. Undressed slower. Made him feel special. Actually try and get her money's worth. But the socks had already seemed to take forever. The private sessions were always valued higher than the other stuff. Obviously. You were there to perform very personal kinks. Some involving the right clothing, the right music, the right words. Some of them involving the correct fruit or vegetable.
She had tried to make enough just on the sorta-subtle-half-nude stuff. That didn't last very long. And, well, there were only so many out there who were willing to substantiate their foot fetish with the correct coin.
So this is where she had ended up. Despite what it may mean for her future career options.
At least, she thought, there were a few good ones to help pass the time.
Celia opened the conversation with Damian.
The bastard was offline. He couldn't wait, like, five more minutes?
She clicked back to her page. It's not like she had anything else to really do. Her night was free. Even if she wanted to see her real friends this evening. Celia's mind even went back to the mild flirting she had struck up with a guy on her Instagram. Maybe they could meet tonight?
But there were things she felt she must accomplish first. Another few hours of hanging around in her chat room would have to do instead.
First, she would change her socks.
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Read part 8 here.
