Quiethours
Is this where video requests go?
Yeah, those are another perk I charge for.
With the five-hundred-dollar monthly fee, I was hoping to deter a few of the people only on my profile to leer and judge. It’s worked pretty well so far, and I usually only get a handful of requests per month from serious users. I don’t do anything that I’m not comfortable with, but I’ll admit that this aspect of what I do is where I started exploring my sexuality a bit more.
I adjust my laptop on my legs and begin typing a response.
Crushedvelvet
Yes. Do you have one in mind?
A part of me expects him not to answer. I don’t know this person past the username and the shiny black shoes in his profile photo. If I squint at the picture, they at least look fancy. Like the kind a businessman would wear while attending stuffy boardroom meetings.
A soft dinging noise comes from my lap.
Quiethours
Do you have specific criteria?
Crushedvelvet
No. If I don’t like what you ask for, I’ll either refuse, or give you a different suggestion that I’m comfortable with.
Orrrrrrrr . . . I could block him, I guess. We’ll see.
Quiethours
I don’t want anything entirely scandalous. Not in that sense.
Crushedvelvet
Colour me intrigued, Stranger.
I watch the bubbles appear that gives away that they’re typing and nearly bite the corner of my fingernail before sliding my hand beneath my thigh. Chewing my nails was too tough a habit to break.
Quiethours
I’d like you to film whatever you’d like to.
I scrunch my brows and reread the message a second time, then a third.
Crushedvelvet
That isn’t much of a special request then.
Quiethours
It is. I’d know you’re doing it for me and not the others on your page.
My pulse jumps. Genuine intrigue floods me as I take another look at the profile photo, searching for anything that may give something away. I click on his profile name and get taken to a boring, empty profile. I catch the he/him pronounssandwiched between his username and the empty space where his name should be, so at least I’ve learned something.
With a few clicks, I’m staring back at our few messages.
Crushedvelvet
You want to pretend you have claim on me, then?
