I keep reading. The story boring me into exhaustion so I can only imagine what it’s doing for them. Lowering the book, I lean forward, my arms resting on top of it, pressing my boobs together.
I take hold of the stick, giving the sucker a spin while I think of what to do next.
“So…,” I glance up, “who’s actually read this before?”
BadBoyBane: Never heard of it.
ChainReactionX: Not me, lol.
BigBill1984: I’d rather hear you talk.
DomModeOn: You should take off some clothes.
I smile a little, tightly. “It’s worth a read. It’s short. But powerful. Kinda... haunting, honestly.” I begin to unbutton my shirt, letting it slip off my arms, before I drop it to the floor, leaving me in my red lacy bra.
BadBoyBane: Nice tits, take off the bra.
RavinSin has subscribed to your channel.
BadBoyBane has subscribed to your channel.
ChainReactionX has subscribed to your channel.
HotHands69 has subscribed to your channel.
One after the other, people are subscribing to my channel and I have yet to be completely nude or do anything sexual. I know it won’t last, but I am getting people’s attention and that feels good. Empowering.
I told myself this was for the money, but deep down I think I just want to feel seen—on my terms.
My heart is still pounding, but I am in it now. Live. Visible. Juggling literature and attention.
Holding on to my sucker like it is my armor as I keep talking, finding out what my viewers want, teasing them with what I’m willing to give for now. Somewhere deep in the pit of my stomach, I know this is only the beginning.
Holy shit. I’m a freaking cam girl.
Chapter 4
HotHands69
Thenotificationslidesacrossmy screen like a whisper—New channel added to Behind the Lens.
I didn’t expect anything spectacular. The site has become stale. Predictable. It’s the same made-up girls with the dead eyes, doing the same desperate things to get a man’s attention. Nothing about it excites me anymore. It is the same old soulless plastic performances with the girl getting her rocks off for us. Toys, women, men, anything to achieve an orgasm.
I don’t know why I even clicked on the live stream, other than to prove myself right.
And there she was.
Sitting on a bed, book in her lap, a red sucker tucked into the corner of her mouth. Innocent. My eyes lock in on her fingers, turning a page like there isn’t a soul watching her. It’s almost as if she doesn’t have a care in the world.
ButIam watching her. So are they. The people logging in on her channel one after another.
It feels as though the rest of the noise fades away; that she’s reading and talking just to me. Seeing her there in her shortskirt, sucking on that lollipop, makes my dick grow hard. I can envision her licking me, sucking me and I have never been so envious of a candy before. What is it about this girl that intrigues me like this?
I sit up straighter, curiosity prickling under my skin. That long-dead itch—the one this site hasn’t scratched in months—is suddenly awake. Alive. It’s exhilarating. She’s wearing a mask—green and black. A Mardi Gras style one; gaudy, yet elegant. Smart choice if she’s trying to keep her identity a secret. It's big enough to cover her face and conceal her identity.
I had been ready to give up.
Until her.
