But I recover quickly so he doesn’t realize I’m not worth that amount of money, reading his temporary username and the pronouns beside it. “Well then, Guest One-Ten-Seven-Ninety-Three, looks like it’s your pick. You’d usually get a private show for a tip that size, but since you don’t have an account, the system won’t let me.”
I bend down off-camera to grab my container of sex toys and line them up on the edge of the desk, going through my usual spiel about sizes and which one does what.
Guest_110793:The rabbit.
He sends his choice before I’m even finished and it surprises me. I’ve never had a subscriber choose the rabbit vibe. They almost always go for the one that suctions to the mirror, the tentacle one, or the ten-incher.
A few of the regulars even log off after reading his choice, but I’ve already hit my goal thanks to the stranger’s tip, so I don’t really give a fuck.
“So what should I call you, Guest?” I ask, putting the rest of the toys back in the container. I show my ass off to the screen as I do, making it jiggle in a way that comes across unintentional.
Guest_110793:Guest is fine.
I snort out a laugh—a very unsexy sound that none of my subscribers have ever heard before because none of my laughs on camera have ever been real. “Alright then, Guestie, any special requests before I get started?”
His response takes a few seconds to come through.
Guest_11071993:Get it wet with that bratty little mouth of yours first. It needs something filling it.
It’s dramatic to say everything goes still, but my brain does short-circuit for a second, so there’s really no other way to describe it. A dom?
I snap back into character as quickly as I can. “If that’s a ploy to see my face, I have bad news for you, Guestie. Not even $250 tippers get that honor,” I tell him, climbing onto the bed and spreading my legs so he can see the wet spot he caused in my panties.
I use the wireless mouse on the nightstand to change my view on the monitor, making the chat large enough I can read it from my bed.
Guest_11071993:Funny how I’m still hearing an attitude when I told you to suck on the vibrator.
“Technically, you said to get it wet with my mouth. You didn’t say suck on it,” I tease with a grin. This is the most fun I’ve ever had while camming.
Guest_11071993:I’m about to call my bank and report a suspicious $250 charge, brat. Get to it.
“Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine?” I say, holding the tip of the vibrator to my mouth and rolling my tongue around the tip. The viewers can only see up to my collarbone right now, so the show with my tongue is just for me. “Maybe I should call you Grumpy instead of Guestie.”
Guest_11071993:Doesn’t sound like it’s in far enough.
“Oh, I get it. You weren’t hoping to see my face. You wanted to hear me gagging on it.”
Guest_11071993:I wanted to see you fuck yourself with it, but if you don’t quit your lollygagging, it’ll be time for me to go to work before that happens. Get it wet so I can watch how easily it slides into your pussy, baby.
I obey. I don’t know why. I never obey these men, even big tippers. Men have tried before and they quickly got bored and moved on to the next cam girl that does what they’re told the first time they’re told to do it. I don’t. Not in real life and not while camming.
Daddysgirl05:Holy fuck.
DamnDan:You seeing this, Rich?
BigDickRich:Not seeing shit because she doesn’t show her face.
BigDickRich:But yeah.
Ronnie42069:What the fuck? Just like every other bitch in the world—loyalty doesn’t matter, just money.
I pull the vibrator from my mouth long enough to request, “Mod.”
Ronnie gets kicked out and blocked from viewing my future shows by a chat moderator. I’ll lose his sixty-dollar subscription fee, but that’s all I’ll mourn the loss of.
Maybe he’s right, though. Maybe I am just a bitch that only cares about money, but that’s all I can afford to think about rightnow. As though Guestie can somehow sense my mind wandering to mental breakdown territory, he finally sends another chat.
Guest_11071993:Good girl, Red.
