Once I’m done I click into her channel and my heart races with excitement. She’s live.
Chapter Three
COVE
It’sanal night at BTL.
The room is warm under the lights, a little too warm, the air faint with synthetic vanilla and silicone. I adjust one of the fairy lights framing the backdrop, angling it just right to catch the shimmer on my thigh-highs. The Versa purrs behind me, a low, intimidating sound that makes my pulse tick upward. I roll my shoulders back, exhale slowly, and settle in. On-camera me is always sweeter, always dirtier. Always just a little detached. Like sugar spun into armor.
I’m on all fours, ass high, face down, the Versa humming behind me like a threat and a promise. Worth every damn penny. It’s too heavy to lug back and forth, so Lorna lets me keep it here, a perk of being a top earner. It lives in the toy locker like a crowned jewel, and tonight, it’s got a starring role.
Anal night always draws the biggest crowd. Maybe because I don’t do it every week, or maybe because they love the idea of me pushed to a limit. There’s something about it that makes even the regulars a little more feral. A few of them never miss it—SugarSnail, GlowstickGod, and of course VelvetRush. Iremember when he first tipped enough to buy a session outright. Wanted me in nothing but whipped cream. I still have the outfit, somewhere in the costume bin.
The camera is set to capture the exact angle I want, focused entirely on the curve of my ass and the inevitable stretch. In front of me, I place the dummy phone I keep in my locker, the one that shows live comments during streams without actually filming. It lets me see the chat in real time, which adds a more personal edge to the performance.
I hit the button to go live.
“Hey, Sugars… I’m CottonCandyKisses, your server tonight. Dripping sweet and just for you, where one taste is never enough.”
Almost instantly, the chat lights up.
VelvetRush: Anal night! Stretch her out, baby girl.
SinAndSkin: I’m already rock hard. That ass is perfect.
I smile, easing the tip of the toy against my entrance. “Missed me, didn’t you?” I ask, voice low and breathy.
The stretch is intense from the start. The toy is massive, designed to overwhelm, and it pushes me open inch by inch. I let out a soft, broken moan and bury my face against the sheets for a moment.
“God,” I groan, dragging the words out for effect. “It’s so big tonight. Stretching me so wide.”
I arch my back a little more, not because I need to, but because the camera loves that curve. They do, too. I can already picture VelvetRush fisting his cock, probably in some dark basement with headphones on, pretending no one else knows what he’s doing. Some of them want eye contact. Some want to hear their name. Some just want to see me come apart. I givethem all a little of everything. It’s choreography. Art, if you tilt your head.
More comments pour in, a steady stream of praise, filth, and fire emojis. The energy is electric, the kind that climbs over your skin and settles behind your eyes.
Then a new name appears in the chat.
MountMeEveresthas joined the stream.
“Well, well,” I murmur, glancing down at the phone. “That’s a new one. I’d remember a name like that.”
There is no comment yet. Just a username. Watching.
“You must be shy,” I continue, smiling into the camera. “Do you want to be the one who stretches me instead? You wanna mount me, Everest?”
I glance at the name again.MountMeEverest.It’s new, but it sticks in my head. Something about it—blunt, but kind of clever. No emoji. No first-message thirst. Just... watching. I shift on my elbows, letting my thighs spread a little wider, like I’m putting on more of a show just for him. “Don’t be shy, Everest,” I murmur, eyes locked on the phone screen. “I can take it. I promise.”
Still nothing. No response. Just presence.
That is fine. The quiet ones are often the ones who tip the most.
VelvetRush: Kisses, I wish I was the one filling that sweet ass.
I hum in approval. “I wish it was you too, baby. I bet you’d fuck me better, wouldn’t you?”
SinAndSkin: Picturing my cum dripping from that hole.
“Mmm,” I moan, voice growing hazier with each thrust. “That sounds so hot.”
