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Nathan was in love with a camgirl.
It’s not what you think.
She was a college girl he randomly found online… and then also found in real life.
It’s not how it sounds.
He’s not one of those creepy guys that can’t tell the difference between flirting and a woman just being nice while doing her job. He didn’t go looking for her, he found her by accident. He didn’t Google her, stalk her, ask invasive questions, or backtrace her IP address. He didn’t use any of his technical skills or connections. It wasn’t intentional.
Nathan didn’t even watch porn very much.
Don’t get him wrong, he was a red-blooded, heterosexual, 31-year-old man with a strong sex drive, and didn’t begrudge himself pleasure. He liked sex the few times he had managed to participate, and he liked women. Liked them as more than sex objects. Beyond being attracted to them, Nathan genuinely enjoyed the company of most women. He had been raised around smart, tough, ambitious women. He had been friends with funny, talented, creative women.
Dating had always been a bit of a minefield, thanks to his family, how he looked growing up, his awkwardness, and how people expected him to behave once he grew into his body, but he had done okay in college. Dated a few young women that were smart and attractive. The relationship ended naturally when personalities didn’t mesh, or in a few cases when they realized sex wasn’t possible. Once he launched his company, he could have done better than okay, but it was always obvious what those women wanted from him.
Although he liked to spend money on people he cared about, Nathan wanted to be loved for more than the size of his bank account, so he didn’t pursue those relationships. He wasn’t interested in being with beautiful women that he didn’t like, and that would end up being one of those trophy relationships for which wealthy men were known. And with his company still growing, he would rather spend his time buried in his computer and didn’t have time or energy for building anything deeper.
Maybe that was why he couldn’t usually get turned on by porn-because his mother raised him to respect women so he couldn’t unsee the rampant exploitation and objectification in traditional porn.
So, when he discovered cam-girls, it became his one secret vice. His small private comfort in a life that could afford much more. He didn’t indulge often; it was rare he needed more than his imagination to jerk off and be satisfied. Camgirls were more real than traditional porn. Less scripted and predictable. Watching them didn’t make him feel creepy and abusive. He could see that they were not being abused and could ensure the money went to them.
The videos and streams he liked had a similar style. They looked voluntary and amateur, so it was unlikely there were several men off-camera directing the young women. The girls seemed happy, healthy, and natural. Their surroundings looked safe and comfortable, usually with low lighting and soft blankets and pillows. They oversaw their pleasure, and it was their choice to give that control to their viewers.
Of course, he didn’t know for sure that any of that was true, but he preferred to think it was.
Even though he was paying to watch them take off their clothes and do very erotic and sexual things to themselves, he tried to be a respectful viewer. He was polite with requests, never asked for anything too outrageous, and his requests were always accompanied by a generous tip whether the girl agreed or not. He was never aggressive in the chats, never inappropriate… well, it was probably inappropriate in a day-to-day sense, asking a girl to do things on camera, but he was never insulting or lewd.
So, when he was struggling with some code on a summer afternoon, his head aching and his brain feeling like oatmeal, he logged into a camgirl website he’d visited sometimes. None of his bookmarks were currently streaming, and none of their previous recordings interested him. He resigned himself to searching for someone who could help him relax, clear his head, and maybe give him some inspiration.
“SunshineSunflower.”
That was her online name. It was a far cry from the “BustyBazine”s and “Wetgirl286”s that populated the website, and it didn’t exactly roll off the tongue or type out easily.
But something about it, and the dim and grainy thumbnail, made him click on her stream.
For a long moment, he looked at the video, watching as a slim, long-limbed girl arranged herself on camera. She was… He scanned the stream to see how long she had been broadcasting… only fifteen minutes in and new at camming. The tension in her wasn’t from the pleasure of an impending orgasm, it was from nerves. Despite already being naked, except for a black lace mask that obscured half her face, her stream only had a few people in it, none of them tipping or interacting.
His nose wrinkled in annoyance. He believed if you are going to watch, you should tip. Even though everyone watching had to buy access to the stream with a few sparkles, the currency of the site, and only worth about 25 cents each, he knew that for girls that were not very popular, without tips they were only earning a few dollars per stream.
So, without hesitation, he dropped a 50$ tip and heard the stream give its usual chime of jingling change before he clicked on her profile link to open it in another window. He winced when he realized this was only her fourth live show.
Nathan swallowed, already feeling his neck get hot. This was probably a complete fabrication, designed to make viewers more interested in her. He wasn’t naïve enough to think all cam-girls were sweet innocents or all strippers were secretly working on their Ph.D., some probably were, but at the end of the day, they were trying to make money. Even though it didn’t seem to be working on anyone else based on the number of viewers in her stream, it was doing something to him.
Nathan blinked. He didn’t know what he was expecting her to study, but data analyst wasn’t it.
He glanced at his second monitor, where she was playing with her breasts.
She was young. He had a hunch that she couldn’t be more than twenty five. He hated that he noticed. He hated that despite the reality intruding on his guilt-free pleasure, he could feel himself becoming aroused by her.
She was beautiful, even thru her subpar camera. Dark brunette hair, soft nipples, her skin golden and gleaming from the mix of low lighting and lotion she was rubbing all over herself.
His cock thumped the underside of his desk, and he knew he wasn’t going to leave her at the mercy of the internet. So he went back to her active window, dragging her stream to his main monitor, and using the built-in menu that the site provided to its performers, began donating and stroking himself while he pretended, she was doing this just for him.
Before SunshineSunflower, Nathan had only visited the cam-girl website once every couple of months. After that first stream, he had resisted checking on her for a week. But then the strange need for her got the better of him, and he checked her schedule for when she would be live.
She didn’t have a schedule.
He wanted to tell her that if she set an online schedule, it would be more likely to get some regulars. But he also wanted to keep her for himself. So, he built a website and coded it to text him a notification if she went live. He liked that he was one of the only people watching her, and he got to control the direction of her shows. He would have had to compete on more popular streams to make his tips direct the action. Not that he minded a little competition, he thrived on it in many parts of his life.
What was once a rare occurrence, became a once-a-week indulgence, making a rule that he could only attend half of her shows. He resisted for another month before he broke down and began attending both her weekly shows. She was becoming a bit of an obsession.
Maybe he was one of those awful guys…
What if she thought his attention was creepy, but because he was the only one consistently attending her shows, the only one consistently tipping and donating, she couldn’t say anything because she needed the money? The thought made him skip one of her streams, and when he paid to watch the recording later, she looked a little bit disappointed, like she was waiting for something.
Maybe it was okay to pretend she liked him, even if they had never spoken beyond him typing requests in chat. They knew nothing about each other, and their only interaction was him sending her money while asking her to look over her shoulder at the camera, or if she would mind licking her fingers and playing with her nipple, or if could she wear red next stream. Maybe just this once, Nathan Markham could imagine she was his, and lose himself in the casual dominance of the situation. Lose himself in a woman without worrying about hurting or impressing her, or any other shit that went along with his real life.
That’s what he told himself for 5 and a half months.
His world was ruined that fall. October. He usually worked from home. After all, it was his company, and it was all online anyway. But in the middle of October, he had a meeting with some of his team to go over next year's goals, changes, and the overall vision of expanding to different markets. He stopped at a coffee shop because he hated office brew. It wasn’t so much the quality, but the fact that most pots cooked the grounds too hot and made it bitter instead of rich and robust. And then it sat on a hot plate turning into coffee sludge. That would turn even excellent grounds into terrible coffee.
He was regretting the stop as he waited for his drink, scrolling through emails on his phone. The shop was full of college students since the campus was only a few blocks away, smelled like burnt nutmeg, and was already playing Christmas music. Christmas music in October. What kind of monsters did that? He had just taken a swallow of his coffee, large, black when she walked in.
He promptly choked, hot coffee spraying out of his mouth, snorting into his sinuses, and dripping onto his shirt.
He had never seen the top half of her face until now, and yet he knew it was her. He knew the tilt of her mouth as she smiled at one of the baristas and slid an apron around her waist. The line of her neck was intimately familiar to him, and the curve of her waist as the apron strings cinched tight.
She spoke. She had a British accent. A cute accent with a feminine and husky voice, and he could feel his lungs trying to throw themselves up his throat and out of his body, while his cock tried to punch out of his slacks to get to her. All these months watching her stream and she had never spoken on camera. It was only moaning and panting and occasionally typing out responses and nodding.
Luckily, she didn’t notice him and his body’s attempt to betray him. The people around him on the other hand were horrified and inching away as he tried to subtly use napkins to mop up the coffee mess, he had made on himself and the long bar-style table.
He went to his meeting in a daze and promised he would never return to that coffee shop.
Nathan broke that promise in under a week. By the beginning of November, he had a regular table and spent time there a few afternoons a week, coding and testing while drinking way too much coffee.
Nathan did not want to be that guy, but he had no idea how to stop.
Kelly was hungry, but she hardly noticed it anymore. She couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t hungry. This was it. After this, she was never doing this again. Camming was supposed to be an easy way for girls to make money. Kelly was cute, lacking in the breast department, but she was slim and considered fairly attractive. Yet somehow, she had only made thirteen dollars and forty-eight cents in four hours. She would do better picking up shifts at a bar. She was already working herself to death; a full course load, a job at the coffee shop, and a job in the library didn’t leave her with very many spare hours to get a third job. After tuition and rent and books and her computer, she didn’t have much left to live on. Anything. She didn’t have anything left.
Not even her pride at this point. She had resorted to camming because she could fit in an hour or two a week, didn’t have to leave her home, and it seemed safer than stripping. Plus, she couldn’t dance. It was supposed to be easy money. She didn’t need much, she just wanted to be able to eat every day, even if it was the cheapest food possible.
Seemed she couldn’t cam either.
So, after this stream, she was done. Only 3 people were watching anyway, men and none of them were chipping in. She should probably just call it now.
*Ching*
The strange noise got her attention. She glanced at the stream details and had to keep her eyes from bugging out of her head. Fifty Dollars? Someone tipped FIFTY DOLLARS! Sucking her lip between her teeth, she held back tears of joy. Fifty dollars meant she could buy enough food to last her through the month, maybe even into the next. A mental list and a running tab started in her head: a 24-case of ramen for 15$, 2 jars of peanut butter for 2.50 each- No, she had to focus, she was still streaming.
Her eyes flicked to the list of viewers. BigDicDav3, no. MrGuy3827332, no. NathRoth…
It was him, whoever he was. She would have to investigate after the stream was over. She didn’t have enough experience to check out his profile while also… while… Kelly didn’t know what to call it. Was it still masturbation if you were doing it on camera for other people?
She finished the stream, still not quite getting the timing right, too nervous, and not quite able to get turned on for a keyboard. She knew she was supposed to stretch it out and tease more to get more tips, but it seemed like she would need more practice. At least she didn’t have to worry about food for the next few months.
237.75$
Two hundred and thirty-seven dollars. After the initial fifty, he had tipped in five and ten-dollar increments, and she tried to keep doing the things he seemed to like. After a small orgasm that she played up a bit, it had been unsatisfying because she couldn’t relax, he put in a final hundred as she ended the show. Kelly hadn’t had that much money in her bank account after paying for rent since… well, she couldn’t remember a time she had that kind of money.
She had to make this last, there was no telling when or if she would ever get another viewer like that. Speaking of- She clicked on his profile, grateful she had chosen the Lady Lust website to attempt camming. It had a lot of features that kept female performers safe, such as profiles on the viewers, with stats and information the performers could use to decide if they wanted a certain viewer to have access. She could see all kinds of information about his on-site behavior.
NathRoth, and he had a little gold star next to his name. When she clicked on it, a popup appeared showing that he was a gold-level member, which meant he tipped on an average of 200 a month. Kelly blinked. He had blown his monthly budget on her. It was only the 7th. She shrugged, deciding it was none of her business how he spent his money, she was just glad she had his money now. She wouldn’t waste it.
Clicking around his profile she found a few more stats about how long he had been a member, how active he was (it looked like he wasn’t active all the time, which made the math on the averages make more sense), and the part that interested her- he didn’t have any warnings, strikes, or blocks.
One of Kelly’s favorite features was the way performers could rate viewers’ behavior, like how uber drivers could rate their passengers, but… for sex videos. If Kelly ever blocked someone, not only would they be unable to see or attend her shows, but if they tried to go to her profile page it would say the user (her) had been deleted. It was intended to protect the performer, so the viewer didn’t know they had been blocked and attempted retaliation or harassment. Warnings and strikes were a site-level punishment, if a viewer had too many, they would be unable to send chat messages or have a time out from the website. If the behavior continued their IP address would be permanently banned. Kelly didn’t know of any other porn site that protected their performers that way.
It wasn’t until the next day that she realized he had sent her a message. Her teeth gritted and she squinted her eyes, trying to spare herself if it was a dick pic. It wasn’t.
There was a link to the webcam and ring light, as well as another fifty-dollar tip.
Suddenly it made sense. He must be another performer; it was the only thing that made sense. She smiled, followed his advice, and happily planned her grocery trip. Kelly thought she had it all figured out.
Her mind shifted to more important things. How much is a sack of potatoes lately?
Until she didn’t have it figured out. If he was just another performer who was trying to help out a newbie, why did he keep coming back?
5$
If he was a performer, why did he have a user account?
10$
If he was a performer, how could he afford to drop five or six hundred dollars on her each week?
10$
He had found her wishlist within a day of her posting it, and 3 days later a package arrived.
50$
He gave her money just for existing it seemed. Every time he commented, even if it wasn’t an instruction or request, he tipped her.
5$
5$
5$
Then there were the little gifts, most of them nonsexual.
One day he noticed the books on her nightstand. Yeah, thanks to him, not only could she afford food and a little nest egg in case he vanished, but she also bought a nightstand. It was second-hand from the thrift store, but still... Kelly was getting fancy thanks to him spoiling her.
5$
* * *
Two days later, not only did the book he mentioned arrive, but also the next 3 books in the series from the one on her nightstand. And he was right, she did like it.
After a few months of that, after he had given her nearly ten thousand dollars, and in the process boosted his ranking to a platinum VIP exclusive member, he sent her a private message that, for the first time, made her wish she could talk to her friends about the situation. She didn’t know what to do.
200$
Two hundred dollars for a question, and she didn’t even have to tell the truth. She had realized a while ago that Nathan didn’t pay her to try and guilt her into answering or doing what he wanted… He gave her money as a courtesy as if to pay for the act of asking.
But she wanted to tell him the truth. Wanted to know what he was going to send her. Even if he didn’t pay her, Kelly wanted to give him her trust. He had been kind, and helpful, and the way he messaged her made her feel soft and taken care of. Made her feel like he paid attention to her, not just her body. It was lunacy. This was a porn site. There wasn’t any real trust between them or any sort of friendship. This was a transactional relationship if they had any relationship at all. But somewhere along the lines, Kelly had developed feelings for Nath.
“Stupid, stupid girl,” she muttered to herself, even as she clicked reply.
Kelly blushed furiously, looking around her closet of a bedroom as if someone was going to pop out and scream “Gotcha!” No one was there of course, but it didn’t change the way a hint of chagrin tickled over her. Telling strangers on the internet personal information was a big no-no. Kelly knew better.
His message the next day made it more clear why he felt he needed to know her age.
The little light next to his name said he was online when she checked her inbox and saw his message, so she wanted to hurry. Doing a quick Google search was not helpful. Camgirls set rates depending on their popularity, and each one did different things or had different rules. She could do a flat fee for a time-limited session, a la carte menu where he paid for each thing and activity, run it like her regular stream but make it invite only so he was the only one watching… Too many options. Googling ‘Girlfriend experience’ was much more helpful and seemed kind of sweet. They hadn’t chatted much in general, it was mostly him sending little requests and instructions in chat during the stream, so Kelly wasn’t sure how to respond.
Kelly bit her thumbnail, watching the little green light that showed him as online, waiting for his reply. It only took a few minutes for his text to pop up.
Kelly’s stomach plummeted like she was on a rollercoaster, and she got hot with embarrassment… until she read the next part of the message.
Swallowing, barely keeping her mouth from dropping open in shock, she nodded. “Holy shit, who is this guy?” Tapping out her reply, she hit send and then covered her face.
Kelly didn’t drink often, a combination of not being able to afford it, not wanting to get hammered while she had an empty stomach (which was always until he entered her life), and not having time. But when she had tried alcohol, at a rare party or night out with her friends, she had liked rum.
“Who the fuck are you?” Kelly whispered, absolutely shocked. In less than five minutes her phone dinged with a notification that 1500$ had been deposited into her account. Kelly was studying math and could do basic addition even if she wasn’t in love with numbers. That was wrong. Quickly checking over their messages again to be sure she hadn't missed anything; she knew he had overpaid her.
Most of the messages from random men had called her sickeningly sweet names; Sunflower, Flower, Sunshine, Beautiful, Sweetheart, Baby, etc. Too familiar for people she had never spoken to. She wouldn’t mind too much if Nath- err if Roth had called her those things, but she liked that he chose something different. Less predictable and, even though he probably chose it because it was the first part of her account name, it suited her better.
Then, to calm herself down and stop crushing on a guy she had never even seen, she closed her aging laptop and called Damien.
“Hey Damien, this is going to sound strange, but I need to make sure I’m not crazy.”
His voice on the line was tinted with laughter, and she could easily imagine his face as he smiled, probably tucking the phone between his ear and shoulder as he did something else. “Ok, this will be good. What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing weird!” That was a total lie because if Damien or any of her other friends knew what she was doing, they would try to talk her out of it. Instead, she had told them she was making money by doing online tutoring because although she wasn’t acting like a high roller or waving numbers around, it was obvious she was doing better than before.
“No, it’s just a stupid thing from my tutoring group. 1400 is a round number, right?”
There was silence, then a laugh. “Uh, yeah?”
“That’s what I thought too! But this guy said he liked round numbers and preferred 1500, so I was second-guessing myself.”
“You have really weird online friends…”
“You have no idea.”
She stayed on the phone with Damien for a good thirty minutes, before he had to go, and she settled into her homework. She was doing better in her classes now that she wasn’t so stressed out about how she was going to pay for necessities, and she didn’t have to pick up every single extra shift and beg her bosses for overtime, so she was feeling rested for the first time. She had never been not tired, so the feeling took some getting used to. She didn’t have quite enough money that she would be comfortable dropping one of her jobs, but she was thriving. She was even finally looking more like a young woman instead of a malnourished teen. Her friends said she never looked like a child, but Kelly’s insecurities didn’t let her fully believe them.
A box arrived a few days later, and she opened it with anticipation, knowing it was from NathRoth. She rarely ordered things online for herself, and he had told her he was sending things.
The first thing she found was… A men’s sweater? She turned it over in her hands. It was high quality, and soft. Black with a sort of woven pattern, not quite a waffle weave, and not quite a checker pattern. Checking the label, then checked the flap of the box to make sure it had her name on it. A male sweater in a massive size- his size? Maybe he was fat, and that explains why a sweet-sounding guy with a shit-ton of money was doing this? - in a box addressed to her. Okay.
Next was a silky bag with a drawstring, and when she opened it, out rolled a giant ball of… Socks?... Creamy grey, thigh-high, knitted socks with a cable knit pattern. Very cute, even softer than the sweater, and very feminine. A stark contrast to the masculine sweater.
So far, both items were very welcome, even if she wasn’t being paid a massive sum to wear them for an hour. It was November in Jasper, and Autumn had turned into Winter a few weeks ago. It was going to be very cold this year according to forecasts. Although, thanks to him, this was the first year Kelly could imagine turning on the heater- maybe for an hour or two at night, just to get through the coldest part of the dark, nothing too crazy- she still would get plenty of use out of warm clothing.
There were two more items in the box, one a set of lacy red underwear, while the other was a plain brown box. She reached for the mystery box.
And nearly screamed at the object that came out but managed to stifle that reaction.
She was so surprised, she dropped it. It was a dildo. Obnoxiously red, shaped like a penis complete with veins, it rolled on the floor, taunting her. Daring her to pick it up.
Kelly was a camgirl, even if it was mostly for one guy. She knew what a dildo was. She knew lots of women, not just camgirls, had them. But she had never used one before. Her streams were all fingers and a bullet vibrator that was at least four years old and barely worked. She couldn’t afford food when she started and investing in sex toys hadn’t been on her radar.
And even though she wasn’t a virgin in the strictest opinion, since she had been fucking herself on camera for months now, she had never had sex with a man. Or a dildo that looked like a man. Or had anything bigger than a tampon?
Staring at it for a long moment, scratching above her ear, Kelly reminded herself that she was a camgirl, and he didn’t know that she had never ‘done it so to speak. This was probably very normal and, after so many months of his… patronage… sending her a sex toy was not something she could call offensive. The more she thought about it the more it seemed strange that this was the first time he had done so. Most guys would have done it within the first week.
And she couldn’t forget the 1500$. She was being paid fifteen hundred dollars to wear a sweater, drink rum, and talk to a guy for an hour. Her research said that sometimes girlfriend experiences included sexy stuff (in her case, fingering herself on camera), but it was equally reasonable for it to just be an emotional connection. If he asked her to use the dildo, was she willing to say no to fifteen hundred dollars?
No. She needed that money and was willing to fuck herself with this fake cock to get it. If things got out of hand or he turned into a monster, she was safe on the other side of the screen and could flick a button and end the connection. Thanks to him, even if he never paid her again, she had a nest egg. A safety net of cash. She could go back to working herself to the bone and spending next to nothing, and that money could last years.
Kelly wanted to be safe, wanted to know what she was talking about when they had their appointment, and didn’t want to embarrass herself or be taken advantage of. So, she made a post on the Lady Lust website forums in the performer’s section.
* I have one regular, but I can’t tell if I’m being a ninny or if these are red flags. Advice? *
*I’ve been camming for almost 6 months, but I don’t have a big following, so I’m not very experienced with how things work. I only have one regular, but he makes it worth my time to keep streaming. He is polite and tips very generously. He has requested a private session for an hour, asking me to wear a specific outfit (a sweater, panties, and thigh-high socks), have a drink (he suggested wine but didn’t mind when I preferred rum), and do a Girlfriend Experience. He’s paying me 1500$ for it. But when the outfit he requested arrived, there was also a dildo in the delivery. Nothing weird other than being bright red- it looks human and normal-sized if on the bigger side of that spectrum (6.5 inches).
I guess my problem is he has been very upfront before, if a little awkward, about his requests, but never mentioned anything about this dildo, and I’m not sure if he expects me to use it, me to offer, if it’s just a gift, or what? The surprise of it is making me nervous. Add in the fact I’ve never used a dildo like this, I don’t know what he wants.
Can someone offer some guidance on what I should do or say?*
After posting that, she sent a quick message off to NathRoth that the box had arrived, didn’t mention the dildo, and went to bed.
When she woke up, she had a flood of replies to her post, more than expected. It was a mix of answers, a lot of them were short “Red flag, run!” or “Girl, 1500$, get that bag!” type of responses, which Kelly felt was an oversimplification.
Two replies stood out. One said something along the lines of, “if he is paying you that well for just an hour, he is probably rich, and you should push for an in-person meet-up after the private session and offer to be his girlfriend for real. Even if he is ugly or awful, a year or two of being married to him could set you up for life.” There was a bit more, but Kelly (and a few other people based on their outraged replies) thought that wasn’t the kind of advice she should take.
The second reply that got her attention was more in line with the kind of advice she was looking for.
*If he is a little bit awkward as you said, he might be a little bit neurodivergent. A high-ish proportion of my regulars are guys who have a sex drive and are attracted to women but have zero social skills due to some sort of diagnosis. There’s no way to know for sure unless he brings it up, and you would be in a better position to decide if that was the case but being a little awkward and forgetting to let you know about the dildo isn’t a red flag. He might have been thinking about it so much that he thought he had already told you. It might have been an impulse purchase after you discussed the private session. If he makes you feel uncomfortable or you don’t like how he treats you, that’s a different story, but I’m not seeing anything concerning. I say you don’t need a reason or a red flag to cut out someone that doesn’t bring value to your shows or your life, but if you don’t feel that way, keep him around. I’m getting vibes like he might be a sugar daddy or maybe even a fin-sub type but doesn’t know it, especially if he’s giving you a lot of money for very little work.
As for advice on what you should do: Send him a quick message. Say something like ‘Hey, did you mean to send this dildo, and do you want me to use it during our private time?’ and just leave it at that. He might apologize for forgetting to tell you about it, might ask you to use it, or it might just be a gift he thought you might like for your regular shows (since you said you haven’t used something like that he might be trying to help.) If he gets weird or aggressive or wants something you don’t want to do, then you have your answer. Also, I know you didn’t ask, but you mentioned not being very experienced- Have a back-story planned for the girlfriend experience and stay close to the truth. Don't say you are a nurse or something if you aren't because he might ask questions and making up lies about a job you don't know anything about can make you look foolish and most of these guys just want a fantasy. If you can maintain the fantasy, they don't care what you do all day. There are a lot of small chats, like ‘How was your day?’ and ‘What are you doing later?’ The kind of stuff you would talk about with a long-distance boyfriend. You don’t want to freeze up or accidentally slip and give personal information that could lead back to you IRL.
It sounds like you got really lucky and found a good regular, so unless there is a lot you aren't telling us, enjoy the ride because damn that's a lot of money. I’m a little jealous, lol.*
Deep breath. Kelly opened the private messages with NathRoth and carefully typed.
A few hours later, a reply came through.
It was not the first time, and it would probably not be the last time, that Kelly stared at his message and muttered. “Seriously, who ARE you?”
Less than ten minutes later, her phone dinged with a notification, and she picked it up absently as she tidied her shoebox of an apartment. Living in such a small place required organization.
Raising her eyebrows, and deciding to just accept it without messaging him, she sighed. “I guess I need a spa day to make myself look good for this appointment. That man is paying so much, he should get the best I’ve got…”
“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck…” Kelly fussed around her tiny room, muttering nervous profanities, dressed in the oversized black sweater, the red lace panties (crotchless, which had made Kelly blush when she realized it), and the thigh-high socks. Checking the feed on her screen, she nudged a few things out of frame, made sure her supplies were within reach, and fluffed her pillows. Her bed was on the floor, but luckily the sort of boho-neutral shabby-chic look was popular, and it was easy to make it look cozy. Sitting on the end of the thin mattress, she watched herself on the screen, posing and adjusting the angles until she hopefully looked nice.