MustachedRancher:Fair enough, Red.
“So glad I have your approval, sir.”
I spit in my hand and wrap it around my cock, grinning.
After a week and a half of Red’s attention being split between myself and her other subscribers, I can’t take it anymore. I drop another $250 and watch the chat light up with complaints from the others.
She stills and then reaches over to the little wireless mouse she keeps on her nightstand. “Well, boys, it’s been fun, but Mr. Rancher has finally bought a private show. Be back in an hour unless he drops another $250,” she teases.
A pop-up appears on my screen—an invitation to join a private room with her. I accept it and another one comes up, asking for camera and mic permissions, which I immediately decline. No way in hell.
“All talk, no action, Rancher?” Red jokes as soon as her video connects. The layout is different. There’s still achat box, but the existing conversation from the main chat is gone. I type a response.
MustachedRancher:I’m not being paid, so why should I show off?
She laughs in that way I like to pretend is just for me, playing with her pierced nipples through the fabric of her sheer bra.
“I see how it is. Alright, Rancher, I seem to recall you being a little bossy, so I assume that’s how you want to spend your two-fifty?”
MustachedRancher:Smart girl.
She hums, fingering with the strap of her bra now. “Why don’t we make this a bit more interesting? Are you interested in a couple of rounds of Strip, Truth or Dare?”
I snort.
MustachedRancher:What are we? Teenagers?
“Scared you’ll lose?” she mocks. “I’ll go first. Strip, truth or dare?”
MustachedRancher:I never agreed to this.
She’s quiet, her hands stilling and her legs closing. After a few seconds, I realize she’s using my tactic from our first chat against me. I have to pinch my sweatpants and pull them away from my dick as it chubs up.
MustachedRancher:Dare.
She’ll have no way of knowing if I comply or not anyway.
“I hoped you’d say that,” she says, and I can hear the grin in her voice. “Turn your camera and mic on.”
Shit.
I think for a second, trying to figure out a way out of it because I’m sure as hell not comfortable being nude in front of a camera like she is.
MustachedRancher:One or the other. You can’t ask for a twofer on one dare.
“Alright, that’s fair,” she agrees. “The mic then. For now.”
I wipe my sweaty palms on my thighs and click the mic on the screen, giving the site permission I’d denied it earlier.
“Hey,” I say gruffly and curse at myself internally. I wouldn’t call myself smooth, but I could do better than that at least.
Either way, she stiffens. It’s awkward and quiet, my confidence taking a hit. I move my cursor over the X in the corner of the screen, but she finally speaks up.
“Your voice is even hotter than I thought it would be.”
I breathe out a laugh, raking my hand over my face as though it’ll help the nerves. “Yeah?”
She hums. “Still thinking you might’ve been all talk though.”
