Confessions of a Cam Girl
Marley Quinn
Confessions of a Cam Girl
by Marley Quinn
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
The Top
Shimmer and Bounce
YouTube
A Little Bouncing Around
More Cleavage
David
Bikinis
Becca
Badass Goddess
Babydoll
Big in Japan
Delicious Shivers
Two Videos
A Most Delightful Manner
Reverie
UR Ugly
Lake Chornee
Which Offer to Accept
Short Shorts
Soaked
Pitching a Tent
Deeper Waters
110%
Spring Break
New York Chic
Daddy
Cousin Janey
A Wonderful Dream
Kelly T.
Olive Oil
Stubborn as a Goat
Cherries
Live Stream
GregRob94
Big Tipper
Silver Sequins
The Best Remedy for Insomnia
Payout
Genevieve
Second Showing
HoneyBee69
Hangout Sesh
In For a Penny
Quite a Party
Helmswood Manor Home
Eyes on the Road
Dr. Fagin
A Delicate Matter
Going to the Lake
Super, Super Elegant
Friday Works For Me
Blazing Away
Little Black Dress
Taco Pup
Musky
Lifesaver
Little Puppies
Simone G. Hempleton
Naked Chick Alert
Pizza Party
Little Slut
1950s BS
Britni
Tangled Waves
Some Kind of Spell
Sympathetic Orderly
Getting In Some Practice
White Lava
Dropping Out
Groovy Golden Lotus
Melting My Heart
Swing by McDonald's
The Kiddie Pool
Fill 'er Up
Skinnydipping
A Slap on the Wrist
Proud Nudists
Buster
House Trained
Split in Two
Surrender
It Was Only Natural
Part of the Family
Divorced
Without Sugarcoating
Common Courtesy
Signs of Progress
Diagnosis
AMA
Poseidon's Purse
Fire and Ice
Burlap Sack
Pool and a Poolhouse
Partners
Allowed to Lapse
My Truest Self
Further Reading
The Top
My whole life changed when I went off to college.
Sure, I suppose lots of other people can say that, too. But, for me, I went from a shy good girl to a money-making slut. And I'm still loving every minute of it!
It all started during the third week of my freshman year at Florida Everglades College. I was on my computer, browsing for clothes that I knew I could not afford, and it was depressing the hell out of me.
"Knock, knock, girl," shouted a familiar voice.
"Hey Zamora, come in," I replied.
"Why do you look so sad, Lucy?" said Zamora. "That top right there looks very cute. I am sure it would be perfect for you!"
"Zamora, aside from my student meal card, I got about forty bucks left to my name. And I just got a letter about my student loans. I barely just started school, and I'm already thousands of dollars in debt!"
"Bosh!" said Zamora. "These monies, you do not have to pay them for a long time. You are only young and fabulous one time, Lucy! Use your credit card to buy something nice for yourself. You'll feel a lot better!"
"My parents will kill me if I use that card to buy clothes. My mom said it's only for emergencies," I said.
"Their beautiful, gorgeous daughter is too depressed to learn. And if she cannot learn, this is an emergency!" said Zamora, flashing me another one of her irrepressibly wicked smiles.
"Well, it is kind of a cute top," I said, cautiously.
"Yes, Lucy! You will see, I am right. This is the correct decision," said Zamora with a laugh before turning and leaving my room.
Well, I did buy that top. I also bought two skirts and a pair of shoes to go along with them.
What else could I do, really?
Zamora had been right, of course, which is why she and I were best friends throughout college and all the insanity that followed that fateful decision to use my parents' credit card to buy clothes.
Two days after I sweatily pressed the "confirm" button on the website, a large, brown box arrived for me at the front desk of my residence hall.
I dashed it upstairs as quickly as I could, my heart racing from both guilt and eager anticipation. Using a pair of scissors, I slashed open the top and quickly pulled out all of the wadding and packing materials.
The top was gorgeous as it lay there, shimmering in the box. I rapidly tossed off my old T-shirt and carefully slipped into the top.
Standing up, I shucked off my yoga pants and stepped into one of my new skirts, happy to see that it rested perfectly on my hips. Was that skirt quite a bit shorter than anything I had ever worn before? Yes, it certainly was. But somehow, that was exactly what I wanted at that moment.
A moment later, I stepped into the shoes, and I rushed over to get a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Wow!
I truly looked like a brand-new person. Even better, I started to feel like a brand-new person, too.
No longer was I boring old Lucy S., a completely forgettable girl from a forgettable mid-sized city. Now, I was the chic and fabulous-looking college girl, Lucy.
After running my brush through my hair a few times and applying some light make-up, I decided to go see what the world thought of my new look.
Stepping into the hallway, I immediately saw a few girls give me That Look. All hot girls know what I mean when I say "That Look," the one that is a combination of envy and lust.
Trying not to trip in my new shoes, I daintily made my way downstairs to the lobby and out into the west quad.
I decided to do a small loop from the library to the school store and then back to my dorm hall.
Fortunately, the weather was still quite warm, and so there were plenty of people about. And sure enough, it wasn't too long before I saw a guy in a plaid shirt snap his head and look to watch me walk past.
After that, my confidence just soared in leaps and bounds. I had been so nervous about going off to college, but now I was realizing that finding out who I could be was really quite exciting.
Even the way I was walking had changed. Instead of shuffling along, my head down, I had discovered the effortless rolling glide that all confident women have. The swiveling of my hips made the edge of my new skirt shimmer and bounce, and I absolutely loved how it felt.
By the time I got back to my dorm hall, I knew that owning and wearing good clothes would be my life's mission from then on.
The only problem was that there was no way I was going to be buying any --more-- cute clothes. Using my parents' credit card was a one-time thing.
Indeed, knowing this got me even more depressed than I had been before I bought them, and I began losing all interest in my studies.
"Lucy, are you depressed again?" said Zamora one day.
"Zamora, it's just not fair! I've got a perfect eye for buying clothes, and yet I don't have any money to buy more," I told her.
"Hmm," said Zamora. "I will find a solution. Because you are right, Lucy. A sexy girl like you needs to look her best."
"Oh, thank you, Zamora!" I replied.
And indeed, Zamora did find a solution, one that led me to do some pretty wild and crazy things
Shimmer and Bounce
Zamora had been right, of course, which is why she and I were best friends throughout college and all the insanity that followed that fateful decision to use my parents' credit card to buy clothes.
Two days after I sweatily pressed the "confirm" button on the website, a large, brown box arrived for me at the front desk of my residence hall.
I dashed it upstairs as quickly as I could, my heart racing from both guilt and eager anticipation. Using a pair of scissors, I slashed open the top of the box and quickly pulled out all of the wadding and packing materials.
The top was gorgeous as it lay there, shimmering in the box. I rapidly tossed off my old T-shirt and carefully slipped into the top.
Standing up, I shucked off my yoga pants and stepped into one of my new skirts, happy to see that it rested perfectly on my hips. Was that skirt quite a bit shorter than anything I had ever worn before? Yes, it certainly was. But somehow, that was exactly what I wanted at that moment.
A moment later, I stepped into the shoes, and I rushed over to get a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Wow!
I truly looked like a brand-new person. Even better, I started to feel like a brand-new person, too.
No longer was I boring old Lucy S., a completely forgettable girl from a forgettable mid-sized city. Now, I was the chic and fabulous-looking college girl, Lucy.
After running my brush through my hair a few times and applying some light make-up, I decided to go see what the world thought of my new look.
Stepping into the hallway, I immediately saw a few girls give me That Look. All hot girls know what I mean when I say "That Look," the one that is a combination of envy and lust.
Trying not to trip in my new shoes, I daintily made my way downstairs to the lobby and out into the west quad.
I decided to do a small loop from the library to the school store and then back to my dorm hall.
Fortunately, the weather was still quite warm, and so there were plenty of people about. And sure enough, it wasn't too long before I saw a guy in a plaid shirt snap his head and look to watch me walk past.
After that, my confidence just soared in leaps and bounds. I had been so nervous about going off to college, but now I was realizing that finding out who I could be was really quite exciting.
Even the way I was walking had changed. Instead of shuffling along, my head down, I had discovered the effortless rolling glide that all confident women have. The swiveling of my hips made the edge of my new skirt shimmer and bounce, and I absolutely loved how it felt.
By the time I got back to my dorm hall, I knew that owning and wearing good clothes would be my life's mission from then on.
The only problem was that there was no way I was going to be buying any --more-- cute clothes. Using my parents' credit card was a one-time thing.
Indeed, knowing this got me even more depressed than I had been before I bought them, and I began losing all interest in my studies.
"Lucy, are you depressed again?" said Zamora one day.
"Zamora, it's just not fair! I've got a perfect eye for buying clothes, and yet I don't have any money to buy more," I told her.
"Hmm," said Zamora. "I will find a solution. Because you are right, Lucy. A sexy girl like you needs to look her best."
"Oh, thank you, Zamora!" I replied.
And indeed, Zamora did find a solution, one that led me to do some pretty wild and crazy things.
YouTube
"YouTube," said Zamora, the next day, after popping into my dorm room.
"YouTube?" I replied. "You want to watch a music video or something?"
"Turn on YouTube," said Zamora.
Dutifully, I loaded up YouTube on my browser. I felt some red come to my cheeks because I just knew she was judging me by all the lame bands that popped up in my suggestions.
"Now type in clothes haul," said Zamora, and so I did.
"Wow, what is this?" I said as we watched a young woman about my age, walking around her bedroom while modeling clothes.
"See this right here?" said Zamora, tapping on the corner of the screen. "This is the clothing company. If you make a video, wearing their clothes, they will send you the clothes for free."
"What?" I replied. "Free clothes?"
"Yes, free. But you have to act now, Lucy, before everyone is doing it," said Zamora.
"That's it? You just wear their clothes and walk around for a minute, and they send you everything for free?" I said.
"Yes, this is the promotion. And best of all, you can monetize your videos. This means that you can also make money if people like how you model the clothes," said Zamora.
"Holy shit, free clothes and a way to make money? And all I have to do is show them off a bit here in my dorm room?" I said. "That sounds too good to be true."
"Ha! I do not spend my time with bullshit, Lucy. Everything I say is true. You will see. Find one brand you like, and we will inquire about their promotion," said Zamora.
My heart racing, I typed in the name of this one brand that specialized in these super cute jean shorts that I just knew would look perfect on me. To my surprise, they did, indeed, have a link for girls who wanted to sign up for their YouTube promotion campaign.
"See? I told you," smirked Zamora.
After I filled out all of their forms, they asked me to pick ten different items from their online catalog. Ten! And yes, I admit that it took me quite a while before I made my final decisions.
And then, when everything was done, they sent me a message telling me that the clothes would arrive in two days, and then I had ten days to post a video on YouTube of me modeling them.
Sure enough, two days later, there was once again a box waiting for me at the front desk of my residence hall, this one about three times bigger than the first one.
After lugging it upstairs, I took my time unpacking everything because I was paranoid about damaging the clothes before I had a chance to film my video.
But before I could lay everything out, Zamora popped into my room.
"Ah, the clothes came!" cried Zamora. "Excellent. What do you have to do for your little film?"
"The rules say that I have to wear each piece and then give my feedback about each one," I told her.
"Wonderful! Let us begin," said Zamora. "I am sure that you will look very good in these clothes, Lucy."
"Uh, Zamora, I didn't grow up in Europe, like you. I'm not really used to changing in front of other people."
"Ha!" replied Zamora. "Stop being a little girl. You will not die if I see your bra and panties. Come, now! I am the one who found you the clothes, so I want to see you wear them."
"Fine, I guess," I muttered, feeling ashamed that I felt guilty about being so shy about changing clothes. But then I realized that I was about to make a video for the whole world to see, and so I plucked up my courage.
After I finished laying everything out on the bed, Zamora and I went through everything to decide what to pair with what. I was in love with a pair of light-blue denim shorts with a heart sewn onto one pocket and an off-shoulder dark blue top, but Zamora was most excited about a pleated skirt and cardigan sweater.
"All right, shall we start to film, Lucy?" said Zamora. "I can be your cameraman. This will help you to make a really good video."
"Camera --man--?" I said with a laugh. "Fine. But first, let me lock the door."
In those days, the only camera I had was my phone, and I didn't even own a tripod. So it turned out pretty fortunate for me that Zamora was there right from the beginning.
"Do not worry, Lucy, I will not film you naked!" said Zamora with a laugh.
"Somehow, I don't believe you," I said with a smile on my face, grateful that her remark had distracted me from my nervousness.
"Okay, here we go," I said before slipping out of my sweatpants.
After I had everything on, Zamora filmed me walking around the room in three different ways, doing my best to try and imitate my vague memory of how models are supposed to walk.
By the time I had changed into the fourth outfit, I had completely lost all of my inhibitions about being half-naked in front of Zamora. In fact, we were laughing and joking around most of the time when she wasn't filming.
After I completed my "catwalk" in the last outfit, Zamora asked me which combination had been my favorite. To my surprise, I had to agree that the skirt and sweater that Zamora had chosen was the one that I thought had looked best on me.
"Okay, if this one is your favorite, change back into that. Then, you will do your reviews of each piece while wearing that one," said Zamora.
"Hey, that's a really good idea!" I said. And then I did as she suggested.
Since the other clothes were heaped in a pile on the bed, I decided to do my reviews while sitting next to them. But when I sat down, I saw that my skirt was riding up pretty high on my thighs even after I did my best to tug it down.
"Stop pulling on your skirt!" said Zamora. "You look fine. You can trust me. I am the cameraman."
"Fine," I said with a laugh. And then I gave her the signal to start filming so I could go through each piece of clothing and give it my honest review.
"That's it, we're done! You were fabulous, Lucy," said Zamora after we finished.
Little did I realize that that simple video was only just the beginning!