“I want to sign up with DreamTogether,” I say abruptly, interrupting whatever Bennett was saying about his workday.
Jack sits up straighter. “What?”
“Well, we’ve been talking about it for weeks now, and I think we should just take the leap and do it.”
Jack sits there silently, considering, but Bennett jumps right in.
“The way we talked about?” he asks, pushing his glasses up his nose eagerly. “All three of us at once?”
I nod. “Might as well ask. No way we could find someone outside DreamTogether willing to do that.”
Jack nods slowly, his eyes still on the table. He’s always been a thinker, the type to mull through every facet of something before saying his piece. Bennett, on the other hand…
“I’m in,” Bennett says, a smile lighting up his face. “I think you’re right, Arthur. We should just go through with it. We can afford it.”
“Can we?” Jack asks. Both Bennett and I settle back in our seats. “It will drain our savings.”
“So?” I say. “That’s what savings are for. To get the life you want.”
“And that’s the life you want?” Jack shoots back.
I furrow my brow, wondering why he’s being defensive when it was his idea. He said it one day over a dinner much like this, when Bennett was lamenting how he wanted to start a family but didn’t know how. Jack had gotten annoyed, saying we could do it without bringing a woman into our herd. Then he suggested DreamTogether.
“Everything okay, Jack?” I ask. “You were the one who wanted to go this route.”
He sighs. “I know. But which one of us is going to leave their job to be home with the fawn?”
I raise my hand. “Me. It’s me.”
Bennett cocks his head. “Being a stay-at-home dad isn’t easy.”
“I know. But I want to do it.”
With a shake of his head, Jack lets out a long exhale. “All right, fine. Ask DreamTogether. And tell them we understand it may come with extra fees.”
A wave of giddy anticipation washes over me. They want to do it. I’ll finally get that family I’ve been dreaming of.
“Great.” I slap the table. “I’ll make the call tomorrow.”
Two
Bree
When I get back from yoga, I hop in the shower and spend some time cleaning up my bikini line. I know my viewers would probably prefer fully shaved, but that’s just not how I do things. A little body hair is natural and normal—and besides, it would be too much maintenance otherwise.
After working product into my hair, I crimp and lightly blow-dry my curls, letting them fall in natural ringlets around my face. Then I put on some natural makeup to highlight my green eyes, and the bathroom routine is done.
Next, I change into one of my favorite cam outfits: a leather corset that’s easier to take off than it looks, a leather skirt, a pair of stockings held up by garter belts, and a collar around my neck. I’ve gotten good at taking off stockings in a sexy way.
After flipping on the lights and camera, I head to my computer to see who’s joined the session today. I always stream at the same time for a few hours, then I save the rest of the night for private sessions.
Today there are more people in the chat than usual, which has been the trend since the economy got worse. More people pay the minimum to come and watch, but fewer people are requesting private sessions, which is where I make most of my money.
“The gang’s all here,” I say as I wheel my laptop closer to the bed, where my camera is already perched, looking down on me with its single black eye. “Hey everyone. Hope you had a good day.”
All that matters now is being here! someone says in the chat.
yeah, work can suck my dick. just like you could, I’m sure.
