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Wildcat is live now
Without thinking, I click into the app, my body locked tight as I wait for the feed to load.
It’s been a while since Lexi has gone live, and I can’t help feeling panicked that she’s chosen today after one of her subscribers broke in and tried to abduct her.
The app finally loads, and I’m greeted with the view of Lexi’s perfect tits and my bedsheets, an image that has every alpha male instinct I have beating its chest.
There are already forty-three people watching, and part of me is smug as hell that they can look, but they’ll never be able to touch.
But I can.
Decision made, I shove myself out of my chair and tuck my laptop under my arm.
Any work I have left for today can be done at home.
There’s something far more pressing waiting for me.
TWENTY-TWO
LEXI
Over the years I’ve mastered the art of goinglivewithout showing my face.
The camera hovers above me, held in place by the tripod I paid an arm and a leg for last year just so I could have this setup and no longer be worried about accidentally outing my identity.
It used to really play on my mind how easily all of this could be taken away, and with that fear renewed now that Colten and I have matched, I need this today.
I need the freedom it brings me, knowing that this is mine, and even if it ends tomorrow, I still had years of doing something I love. No matter how out of the ordinary it is.
The comments populate on the laptop beside my head, allowing me to reply when needed, but this early in a live, it’s mostly just emojis and men who have less creativity than a sock saying shit like “that’s so hot, baby” and “nice tits.”
It’s part of what drew me to CJP in the first place.
Our conversations have never been one-sided, and I appreciate the effort he makes so I don’t have to do all the work.
I shift slightly, giving the people watching a view of the scrap of lace covering my pussy. I’d struggle to consider it underwearbecause it does little to protect me, but the way the comments blow up tells me that’s exactly what they wanted to see.
YourMan64: Fuck, baby, your body is to die for.
LoverNotAFighter: You have my cock so fucking hard. All I want to do is blow my load over those perky tits.
DanTheSnack: I swear your body was sent straight from heaven.
LAGuy: Touch your pretty pussy for us, sweetheart. Show us how you come.
I roll my eyes at the comments. This is pretty much all I can hope to get unless my favorite subscriber decides to join us.
It’s still early, barely five in the afternoon here in Seattle, which means there’s a good chance he’s still at work, but a girl can dream.
Slowly, I slide my hand down my body, brushing my fingers over my curves on the way down. There are a few bruises I had to cover with makeup, but I think that, matched with the app’s built-in touch-up feature, should be enough to keep them hidden.
A soft moan tumbles from my lips when my fingers slip beneath the barely there lace.
You’d think the last thing I’d want to do after such a rollercoaster of a day would be to get off, but at least this is something I can control.
So much of my life is out of my hands, but this right here, my pleasure, the pleasure of those watching, that’s something that’s all mine, and I’ll hold on for as long as I can to that semblance of power.
