MadDog: I don’t have friends here.
Rosebud:Yeah, I know. How’s it going with your mission?
MadDog: I gotta go. Same time tomorrow, Princess?
Rosebud: Always.
MadDog signed out.
I didn’t miss how he avoided answering. Clicking over to the other chat I had, I sighed when there wasn’t a new message.
Rosebud: Hey, Dad. I love and miss you. How are you?
I signed out and checked my accounts with nothing else to do on the site.
Checking Balance:$300
Savings Balance:$100
Along with the money from last night, I had roughly $500 to my name. It wasn’t enough. Rent was due next week, and I’d barely be able to cover it. Exhaustion covered me, sitting heavy on my shoulders. I guess I could ask for more shifts or get another job.
Looking over my space, my eyes snagged on my jeans, and I hopped up, remembering the card. Pulling it out, I held it in my hand, debating if I was that desperate. Glancing around my place, the tiny amount of food I had, and the constant hunger I was in—yeah, I was that desperate.
Sitting back at the table, I typed in the web address, surprised when a black website came up. It had a picture of a seductive girl on it and a box to the side asking for credentials. Using the drop-down menu, I was surprised there were so many names. Landing on Candi, I hit select and then typed in the word on the back.
The screen flickered, revealing a page of videos. Most were locked and showed they cost anywhere from $5 to $25 to watch.Shit. A blinking light at the top pulled my attention, and I saw it said a live video was in progress. Clicking on it, a screen popped up.
Would you like to use your free five-minute access now?
Clicking yes, I held my breath, not sure what to expect.
When she came onto the screen, the angle was of her from the bust-up. She wasn’t naked but had on a skimpy robe that was see-through, practically giving anyone a visual of her breast if they looked close enough. It was erotic without nudity, I supposed. I realized she was talking about what she should make for dinner. When I noticed the chat screen and all the messages popping up.
So, it was like an interactive thing? I didn’t know if I liked that. Felt like a lot of pressure. The more I watched, though, I realized she was just talking about everyday things and getting paid to do it. She’d ask opinions and give people the option to pick for her if they tipped. I watched as dollar bill signs and hearts flew up as she zoomed out, getting up to walk into another room. I immediately gasped when I saw her state-of-the-art kitchen.
“Okay, now I’m jealous.”
My own pizza dinged, and I pulled it out, realizing how pitiful it looked compared to what she was making on-screen. Candi pulled down bowls and ingredients, all while practically naked, talking to people. I guess it wasn’t too bad. A timer flashed up, and I found I was actually kind of disappointed. A message flashed, and I found myself tempted to say yes.
Would you like to continue for $5 for ten minutes?
Hitting no, I clicked back out to the main page and decided I wanted to see the whole picture before deciding if this was something I wanted to do. I found folders and clicked on a few.
Cleaning
Cooking
Bathing
Talking
Private chats
NSFW
I was half tempted to click on the NSFW ones, but I didn’t want to see that of my coworker. Clicking on the cleaning one, I coughed up $5 and selected a video with the most views. Candi stood in a bra, thong, and high heels. She waved at the camera and then set it down on a stand. She came on explaining how dirty her apartment was, and then she vacuumed. Legit vacuumed. And got paid for it. Shit.
Could I do this, though?