A FEW WEEKS AFTER HALLOWEEN
INDI
“How’s this angle for you? You like that?” I asked as I playfully tossed my long, black hair over my shoulder. Doing so not only exposed my neck, but the freshly healed tattoo of Haze’s name, permanently etched into my skin. It might have been a manic move on my part, but I wanted him to know just how devoted I was to my desires. Tohim. And like that tattoo, my devotion was permanent.
A teasing little message popped up on my computer screen, making me blush. “Why, of course,” I replied back. I positioned my body in a way I knew viewers preferred, confident in how attractive I felt. I knew the red and green neon lights throughout my room would hit my skin just right, drenching my body in color like a psychedelic painting. “Now, just keep those hungry eyes on me.” I moaned in the direction of the camera. “And try not to gettooexcited. The party’s only just begun.” I winked with a devious smile.
Pulsating music played loudly throughout my bedroom, setting the perfect mood for my private little performance. It carried me with it as I moved and performed for the camera, guiding my seductive dance. I couldn’t see the viewer, their screen completely blacked out, but I knew their eyes wereglued to me. Why else would they have paid to have me all to themselves?
The laptop chimed and I glanced down to see a new message. I read it silently to myself while raising a lit blunt to my lips. “Oh?” My eyebrow flicked at the eager request. “You want to watch, huh? Well”—I exhaled a large cloud of smoke. “I can do that for you…for a small price.” I smiled at the camera while smoke hovered around my face. A different chime rang on my phone. I looked over at the lit screen and my smile grew. “A deal’s a deal.” I carefully placed the burning blunt into a nearby ashtray and returned all my focus to the live stream camera. My mouth opened with a gentle moan, and I extended my tongue along my fingers. I then took my time as I slowly grazed my fingertip down my body and along my skin, touching myself. My eyes closed as a faint, pleasing sound escaped from my parted lips.
Focus, Indi. It’s just a performance.
I continued to touch myself, moving and making all sorts of teasing noises for the anonymous viewer while trying to stay in control. It was becoming a more difficult challenge with each passing second.
Focus…you’re working. Don’t forget that.
Without thought, I slowly trailed my fingertips along my chest while delicately tracing the details of my lacey, forest green lingerie. My imagination slowly took control as I moved, touching more and more until my hands stopped atop my exposed legs. The laptop chimed again, breaking the spell.
Fuck.
I opened my eyes and instantly regained my control as I read the new message aloud. “Show me more.” I played with my garter, snapping it gently against my thigh. “Oh my. It seems someone’s built up an appetite.” The idea of pushing myself further made me buzz with anticipation. “Sorry, but you knowthe rules. You want more—” I bit the tip of my long, acrylic fingernail. “It’s going to cost you.” I typed a number out in the private chat, clicking send.
Let’s see just how bad you want this.
The screen remained black, and I waited patiently. Heavy breathing could be heard from the other end, and I knew whoever this person was watching me was desperate. They wanted to see more—needed more. I could hear it, feeling that desire emanating from the screen and through the camera. And that craving—that power I felt—fueled me.
What are you waiting for? Just pay up and you’ll get exactly what you want. We both will.
My heart raced with excitement and anticipation.
I reached for the lit blunt, raising it to my lips as I inhaled deeply. “Well?” I exhaled with a faint cough. “I guess our little party is over.” I took a second hit and blew the smoke directly at the camera. “Pity, I was really enjoying myself.” My phone chimed like before and my eyes sparkled. I glanced over to see not only the amount I had typed out, but a rather large bonus added to it. “Oh my, someone’s rather generous.” I took a third hit before crawling over and placing the blunt into the ashtray. I then rolled to my knees as I resumed the role I was playing. “I guess I really should thank you…properly.” A message from the viewer popped up while I played with my hair.
Perform for me.
The words instantly reminded me of Haze.
I tried to remain focused, moving my fingers slowly over the straps of my bra. But as they fell down to my elbows, I caught myself imagining it was him on the other side of the camera. And thatfueledme.
With such poise and grace, I carefully removed my bra and exhaled a loud moan I knew would drive the anonymous viewer wild. My hands grazed my breasts while my body moved in syncto the beat of the music. I began performing for the camera with my erotic dance. And despite not knowing who the mysterious person was watching on the other end, I let my imaginative hopes take control, and I put on a show for another set of eyes.
If only you could see me now, big brother.
My hands moved from my breasts, and I began to lose myself. My mind slowly lost control and wandered away as the weed and music carried me into a twisted little fantasy of my own. And before I knew it, I wasn’t performing for the anonymous viewer. I was performing forhim.
“Do you like that?” I asked softly, speaking aloud. I touched myself some more, enjoying the way it felt. “Yes, I know you do,” I breathed.
You always did like it when I touched myself. Especially when it was for you.
The anonymous viewer sent a message that pulled my focus. I smiled, reading the new request. “Oh, I can do that for you.” I winked. I then slowly repositioned myself and began to play their request out. My fingers gently reached under the lacey lingerie, and I began to touch myself, surprised by how genuinely excited I was. Wetness drenched my fingers as I moved, gently rubbing my tender clit. I didn’t need to work myself up or fake the noises coming from my gaping mouth, because everything I felt was real. And it was all for him.
Yes.
Quiet moans filled the weed-drenched room as I began to finger myself, moving in ways I knew his hungry eyes would like. The idea of performing for a stranger vanished completely, replaced by sheer hopes and fantasies, carrying me deeper than any performance. Usually, I would only allow myself to reach a certain point, letting my acting skills take over or cutting the moment completely. But this time, I didn’t. I didn’t stop or fake anything. Instead, I kept going. Kept leaning into my touch andbegging for more until my entire body was wound up so tight it felt as if it would shatter. I wasn’t sure if it was my loneliness or being high as fuck, but I caught myself passing that line without care. And it was allhisfault.
Oh, Haze.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, replaying our moments together. The few sick and twisted encounters we had. They left me aching for more. And soon, I didn’t see my own hand pleasing me, but his. And I fucking liked it. “Yes,” I breathed. “Yes!”
