Once the mask sits securely on my face, I take a few deep breaths, then log onto the website, nerves fluttering in my belly. It pops up quickly. Steeling myself, I think back on my high school theater classes.
All the world’s a stage, and this is just an act.
I maneuver the camera to only show what I want it to, then pull down the tip menu and add a few items I’ve been avoiding. With shaking hands, I type it in:
Bra removed - $50
Touch myself - $100
Show slick digits - $50 if combined with the above
My hand hovers over the private room option; it seems too personal, too intense. But adding it could make me enough money to pay for the exhibition in only one night. I chew on my thumbnail, debating, but my time is ticking down. Indecision wars with indigestion.
“Nope. Can’t do it.” Fully chickening out, I hit the ‘available’ button. There’s always the option of adding more tomorrow if tonight doesn’t work out. After rolling my shoulders, I walk over to my yoga mat and start my nightly practice. When I told Cassia about this money-making adventure, her advice was to do something involving movement I enjoy to pass the time. That way, if no one comes in or tips, I haven’t lost anything. It can take time to build a fan base, but my new nickname, ScorchedOmega, is bringing in way more viewers than YogaTease did.
Everyone wants to gawk at an omega.
I’m barely through my first flow when the soft chimes indicate viewers. Doing my best to add a bit of depth and a soft accent to my voice, I greet them. “Hey y’all, thanks for joining me this evening. I’m just enjoying a bit of stretching and strengthening. If you wanna take a look, there are some new options on my tip list.” With a flirty eye flutter, I give in to my role as temptress.
My arms stretch high as I move into my warrior sequence, trying to peek surreptitiously at the usernames on the screen. Seven people so far, some names I’ve seen before. I try to hide a grin when I notice PuckNut88 enter the chat. We haven’t interacted much, but his name alone is enough to spur me on. 88—the reason I’m doing this.
Cha-Ching.The cash sound alerts me to an incoming tip.
HardAlphaBro9: Lets see dat a$$ -tip $10.
Though his words make bile race up my throat, I nibble my lip suggestively and reply, “Thank you for the tip, HardAlphaBro9.” My voice is breathy, and I wiggle my hips before turning my rear toward the camera, melting smoothly into a downward dog. My thong reveals my ass cheeks but covers my pussy, and the view is exactly what they were asking for.
A few more entry chimes ring out, and the sound of another tip rolls in, but I hold the pose for the full thirty seconds, making sure they get what they paid for. Once the time is up, I slowly break, flowing into humble warrior pose before sliding my hands sensually over my body as I stand fully.
My skin is warm to the touch. Whether from the gentle exercise or the excitement of being watched, I’m not sure, but becoming ScorchedOmega is growing easier each time.Maybe even fun.
“Welcome, new members,” I rasp, checking the chat to see what they’re saying. Most are just comments appreciating my ass, wishing they could see more. But it’s the tip from another regular visitor that catches my eye.
KnottingU: Finally put a price on titty time! Show me the $- tip $50.
Instantly, my mouth goes dry. I’ve never done this before. Nerves and excitement flutter in my belly.
You’re not Nixie; no one knows what you really look like.
The internal reminder helps me get back into character. Breathing in deeply, I let determination beat back my anxiety and raise my hand to my bra strap.
It’s showtime.
Chapter Four
Vonn
Alone in my darkened room, my breath catches when the fifty-dollar tip shows up, and I’m not sure whether it’s good or bad. On one hand, I very much want to see more of ScorchedOmega’s body, but on the other, just the thought of these other horny fuckers seeing her lush tits enrages me. The number in the corner shows that nearly one hundred other people are logged in to her channel.
My jaw locks, wanting to stop the feed, but there’s absolutely nothing I can do on my end to halt this runaway train.
The little omega on the screen’s hand trembles slightly as she raises it to the lacy strap on her right shoulder.
Is she nervous? Does she not want to do this?
Perhaps this woman is not on the app because she loves it; maybe she’s being coerced into showing her body for money.
PuckNut88: Remember, you can always turn down a tip, beautiful.
