Chapter Six
Marc
Guilt and desperation clawed at me as I set up the camera on the burner phone I used for Magic Marco videos and adjusted the cheap ring light. It had been nearly three months since my last Magic Marco show, a part of my life I’d hoped to leave behind. The steady paychecks from the garage had given me and Mia some semblance of stability, but life had a way of throwing curveballs.
Mia’s hospital stay drained our small savings account faster than I’d expected, and Jacob, that useless piece of shit, hadn’t sent a single dime since we moved to Blanco Springs, even after I’d texted him about her hospital stay.
One thing I’d learned since we split up was that he couldn’t be counted on. It was just Mia and me.
We needed the money, and I knew that my online following would be more than willing to help us out if I gave them a good show. They always loved watching me strip down and stroke myself off, their tips filling up the screen as they egged me on.
Just a couple more shows. That’s all we needed to get caught up and even put some savings away.
The weight of the decision hung heavy over me, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made—baring myself, opening up old wounds, and putting on a show for strangers. All for Mia, my little girl who deserved so much more than this fucked-up situation.
“Camera’s good… lights are good…” I mumbled to myself, trying to shake off the nerves that were creeping up on me. I’d done this countless times before, but somehow was different, like I was betraying the new life I’d built for myself.
But this wasn’t about me and my pride; it was about giving my daughter the best chance at a healthy, happy life. If that meant putting on a show for a bunch of horny strangers on the internet, then so be it.
Alright, let’s fucking do this. I took one last deep breath, pushed all thoughts of shame and guilt out of my mind, and stepped into the spotlight, ready to give my audience the show they’d been waiting for.
But there was another reason I was willing to go through with this. My mind kept drifting back to that soft, tender kiss I’d shared with Ken earlier. It was electrifying, sending a surge of lust and desire coursing through my veins.
No sense denying it. I was horny as hell. And if I was going to beat myself off in the shower anyway, I might as well get paid for it.
I focused on the task at hand so I double-checked to make sure my bathroom door was locked, then I turned on the water, making sure it hit just where my lower back would be. Then, taking a deep breath, I opened up the app on my phone and smiled when I saw several dozen people in the chatroom already waiting for my show to start.
Some of them were even commenting about how glad they were to see me back. What a crazy world.
The warm welcome almost made me forget why I had stopped doing this in the first place. “Alright, guys,” I typed into the chat. “Magic Marco is back in action.”
The chatroom exploded in eggplant and fire emojis, comments asking where I’d been and why I had abandoned them. “God, you horny fuckers can’t get enough, can you?” I muttered under my breath, with amusement and appreciation for their dedication.
I turned on the camera, setting it up on the counter to record me and set up my phone close by to give me a view of the comments from my premium subscribers, those few who paid a hefty monthly fee for access to my spank bank archive and for some more personal interaction with Marco, the naked, dancing monkey.
Stepping back, I checked the angle, aimed right into my shower, and tried to tune out the voices in my head that hated myself for having to do this again.
No. I shook my head, pushing those thoughts aside. Right now, I had a job to do. I could be mad at myself later. Time to focus on letting myself be free. Focus on those people on the other side of the screen, ready to tip me for a good show.
Dance, monkey, dance.
With a deep breath, I stepped into the shower and began, all my nerves melting away as I left Marc Mendez behind on that front porch with Ken and embraced Magic Marco.
“Hey there,” I said to the camera with a soft smile, slowly tugging at the band of my boxer briefs. As I teased my audience, one hand ran over my semi-hard cock, fingering the growing damp spot while the other hand traced circles around my nipples. My eyes closed and my head rolled back as I groaned, remembering the way Ken had looked at me, his eyes full of heat and hunger.
I glanced at the comments flying across the screen, my heart racing as I prepared to take the next step. With a deep breath, I pulled down my underwear and gave my cock a gentle slap, watching it bob and sway in front of me. The sensation sent a shiver through my body, and I moaned, low and long.
“Missed this, huh?” My hands ran all over my body once more before I stepped into the shower.
The hot water cascaded over me, my wet hair clung to my forehead, and heat begin to seep into my skin. My hands moved slowly, deliberately, gliding over my chest and down my sides, imagining they were Ken’s instead of my own.
“Fuck, that feels good.” As I slowly turned around, I let the camera focus on my ass, one hand reaching back to massage the round muscle, slightly spreading my ass cheeks. “You like that, don’t you?” I teased, glancing over my shoulder, knowing full well their answer.
“Damn, Magic Marco,” someone typed out, followed by a string of fire emojis. “Want you to fuck me right now.”
I turned around again, my back pressed against the hard tile. My hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, stroking it slowly. With closed eyes, I imagined those soft, delicate features of Ken’s—bright eyes under those thick lashes, a sprinkle of freckles on his peachy cheeks.
Almost too pretty to be on a man, but fuck if he wasn’t everything I ever wanted.
