One of my most ardent fans types out how much he’s willing to pay for my show, and others start chiming in too. Yep. That’s right. Those cheap fuckers can move along because I have more than enough fans willing to pay top dollar to watch me get off.
“You’re going to have to do better than this if you want a good show tonight,” I tell the webcam, biting my lip and shaking my head in disappointment.
“These clothes?” I run my finger under the cup of my bra, grinning salaciously and adding a little wink for emphasis. “They have to go before you can watch me cum.”
I shake my head in mock-sadness, trying to keep the smirk off my face and stay in character.
“I really need to touch myself.” I let my finger graze over my stiff nipple, and my breath comes out in a gasp. “My pussy is so wet and empty. I want to cum so badly.”
More comments pour in about how much they want it too.
With a tilt of my head, I pull my fingers away and put it on my hip, pursing my lips.
“Then don’t be cheap-ass little bitches. I know you can do better than this.”
I don’t have time for this, and all my fans know it. No-nonsense. That’s me. I mean, what’s the point?
Let’s get to the good stuff. I mean, we both know why you’re here, don’t we, baby?
I have enough people willing to pay and I won’t settle until they do.
They must love my give-no-fucks attitude, because the tips start coming in. I smile.
“That’s more like it.”
I’m almost halfway to my goal for this show when out of nowhere, some anonymous dude starts dropping thousand-dollar tips, one after the other.
“Well, well, who do we have here?” I say, leaning into the camera and giving the viewers a healthy dose of my ample cleavage.
“Someone’s excited. You ready for some fun, Mr. Big?”
No reply from Anonymous218713.
The tips keep coming right in as I encourage the viewers by rubbing and pinching my nipples through my lingerie. When I’m three-quarters to my goal, I start rubbing my pussy through my lacy thong, turning around and giving the webcam a good shot of my ass.
Gotta get ‘em revved up and paying up, right? Just enough for a tease, though, a hint of what’s to come.
Suddenly, right as my fingers start to play with my ass, Mr. Big pays the rest of the goal in one lump sum.
I raise my eyebrows and grin at the camera over my shoulder.
“Well, aren’t we impatient, Mr. Big?”
That doesn’t happen very often—where someone forks over thousands and thousands as if it’s nothing. I know I should be ready to do whatever Mr. Big wants at this point because he just gave me the biggest payday I’ve had in a while.
But I’m just not that kind of girl.
Yeah, I might be a cam girl, and I might sell the image of sex, but when it really comes down to it, I’m a businesswoman. And everyone knows that you have to play hardball in business.
I do what needs to get done. I’m not some simpering little girl who falls to her knees the minute a man pulls his cock out. Fuck no.
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I’m a woman and I’m the type who has everyone falling all over themselves to get a show. There’s an art to it, and I perfected that early on.
I know I can’t just lay it all out there. The buildup and the tease, the anticipation, it’s what will keep them coming back for more. And if his tips are any indication, Mr. Big is someone I definitely want coming back.
My private messages on the site ding, and I glance at the screen. It’s from Anonymous218713.