“That’s better, I guess. Now, do you have a knotted vibrator?” He lets out a low moan, and the slapping gets quicker.
“I don’t,” I lie, knowing that I’m not nearly wet enough to take a knot without extreme discomfort. All his whining and sniveling have made this my least enjoyable time on NightNudes yet. Everything about Alex has made me miss 88. My heart yearns to hear his honeyed voice.
“Fine, a normal one then. Stick it in your pussy. I wanna see your dirty little cunt stretch for my big dick.” Reaching over, Igrab my vibrator as slowly as possible, then bring it to my clit, watching nothing but the time ticking down.
“Bitch, you better not be stalling,” he grumbles. I’m pretty sure Alex is a beta. He doesn’t have the commanding voice most Alphas do, nor does he use standard Alpha tells. Instead of calling me omega, he’s more likely to use the words bitch or whore, speaking down to me. He also hasn’t mentioned his knot once, so I’m guessing he doesn’t have one. But it doesn’t matter if he’s an Alpha, beta, or alien because money is money. Keeping food on the table and a roof over my son’s head is the reason I’m here.
Whether it’s this client’s attitude or that I’ve met my scent-match, showing my body to men feels wrong now. So cheap, but with no other jobs on the horizon, it is what it is.
“I want to see it stretch,” he demands, but I’m dry as a fucking desert. “If you don’t, I’m gonna complain to the site and have them refund me for the private session.”
His threat makes me gulp. No one’s complained about me yet. Do they really give refunds?Better check the fine print. A shiver of revulsion runs through me, and I bring the large blue vibrator down to my core, slowly slipping it inside, although it stings. Tears gather in my eyes, and I hiss at the slight pain.
“Hell yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he moans and, with a loud grunt, finds his release.Barf.The timer dings, signaling the end of the private session. I yank the vibrator away from my pussy and pull my silky green sheet up to cover myself. Guilt and shame wash through me.
“All right, well, that’s all the time we have today,” I say, proud of how steady my voice comes across.
“If you wanted to really improve your customer service, you would give me five more minutes and get yourself off with that vibrator. Seriously, I could barely hear or see your slick. Yeah,you’re hot as fuck, but the feed is pretty low quality.” I nod along, trying to make it seem like I give a fuck.
“I’m so sorry you feel that way. Unfortunately, NightNudes does charge for any additional time, so unless you want to pay more, we will need to end the feed now.” My voice is sweet to the point of saccharine. This guy is such an ass, and if I didn’t need the money so badly, I would ban him from private rooms, possibly even my subscription list.
Beggars can’t be choosers. And whores deserve what they get,my mother’s voice echoes—memories from long ago.
“Fine. I hope you use some of this money to get yourself a better camera. Once you do, I’ll work on saving up for another session. You got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” With that final reminder of what I’ve become, he signs off. Bile crawls up my throat, and I swallow hard, trying not to give in to the nausea. My session with 88 didn’t make me feel dirty and used, but this one with Alex certainly has done it.
With a few clicks, I check the balance on my bank account, glad to see that I at least have enough for rent and food shopping for the week. The growing balance is the only thing that makes being treated like a piece of meat worth it.
A gentle knock sounds on my bedroom door.
“It’s me, and I brought pizza whenever you’re done,” my bestie whispers through the crack.
Her sweet gesture brings an immediate smile to my face, allowing me to leave my self-loathing thoughts behind. As I bounce out of bed, I wince at the soreness, but rush over to my dresser to pull out my coziest, softest pair of sweats. Comfort and pizza make everything better.
“So, what’s going on?” Cassia gets straight to the point as she settles on the floor beside the couch. She always knows when something’s wrong, and her radar couldn’t be more spot on. Anxiously, I join her, squishing between the couch and coffee table to use the cushions to prop up my back. The sofa is so lumpy that it makes a better backrest than a seat. There’s so much to spill, I don’t know where to start.
NightNudes creeps? The job stealer yelling at me? The damn scent-match situation?Might as well start with something positive.
“Good news first. I’ve made enough money on NightNudes to cover rent for this month and next month. The bad news is my favorite client—actually, the only client that doesn’t make me want to burn my skin off—sent me a message explaining that he found his scent-match, so he’s done with the site. And by extension, me.” I let it out in a rush, hoping Cassia doesn’t question why this matters so much to me. I hope she can’t tell that this loss feels more than just monetary.
Cassia’s brows draw down, and she tilts her head to look at me more closely. Trying to blank my expression, I stare back but immediately fail as tears well in my eyes.
Knowing that 88 won’t do any more private sessions with me has caused a bit of a spiral. He up and left me only a day after the hockey debacle, and now all of my interactions on the site seem gross and creepy. Of course, all the decent Alphas end up finding true love. Meanwhile, I’m stuck with some hockey-bro asshole who doesn’t even care enough to check in.
“Okay. That sucks! But you seem sadder than just that… You didn’t meet up with him in person, right?” Cassia reaches forward, flipping open the pizza box that’s sitting on our rickety coffee table. Fragrant sauce, cheese, and pepperoni tickle my nose and make my mouth water. My stomach has no chill andimmediately rumbles loudly. Without any fanfare, we both grab a slice and dig in.
“No, of course not! I don’t even know him,” I say around a much too large bite of food. “He gave me an extra $3000 gift as a parting gift, so money-wise, he was an enormous help, even if he won’t be a continual income.” I make it sound like the financial implication is all I care about because there’s just no way to explain the strange connection I had with him. Or how I had the best orgasm of my life just to the sound of his voice. With another slice of pizza in hand, I give her a too-bright smile, but she sees right through it.
“So, what’s the real deal? You aren’t fooling me. I’ve seen you through hell and back, and I know when you’re down. Is Asher having problems?”Damn, perceptive roommate and best friend.
With a gulp, I shake my head.
“Ash is doing great. He’s really excited to be back with the professional hockey players this weekend. Not to mention he’s been doing unquestionably well at hockey practice and is even finishing his homework without complaining, so honestly, he’s thriving.”
Cass throws a pillow at my head and pins me with her “you better start talking” glare. Having lived with her for all these years, I know her patience is wearing thin. And the truth is, Iwantto tell her.
Stalling for a moment, trying to find my words, I take a bite of the cheesy, saucy goodness before me, letting out a little moan. It’s just so damn good. My belly is bulging, already getting full, but I don’t want to give in. Takeout pizza is a luxury we rarely have. I usually try to make versions of it for cheaper, using tortillas, but when we get a good slice, there’s nothing better.
“This place is damn good, isn’t it?” I nod, agreeing wholeheartedly. We don’t get a lot of great slices down here in Nashville, so yum. “Now, spill!”
