Deciding I needed to see the NSFW ones, I clicked back to the main screen and selected a different name—a male one. Patrick’s screen loaded, and my hand hovered over the folder, shaking slightly.
“Just click it, Darce. He’s not going to bite. He can’t touch you.”
I clicked on it, taking a deep breath, and hundreds of videos loaded, ranging from $5 to $100.Damn, Patrick, get it. Selecting a cheap one, I pushed back from the table, needing some space from the screen and me. It was irrational, but it felt the further I was from the screen, the more control I had.
He came on, his face not in view, just him sitting on a bed with tight white boxers, his erection visible. I gulped. Okay, so far, not so bad.
“Hey, you.”
I jumped, his deep voice surprising me. He chuckled, and it felt like he was right there with me. Wow. I looked over my shoulder to make sure, even though I knew he wasn’t. I still checked.
“I’m so glad you could join me today. Are you ready to get a little naughty, lover?”
He rubbed his hand over his length, and I watched in amazement as it grew.
“Yeah, that feels good. Fuck, I’m imagining you being here, rubbing me. Do you want to see it? Yeah, you do.”
I found myself nodding, despite being scared. Slowly, he rolled his briefs down, his thick erection jutting up from his underwear. He stroked it once, squeezing, and I sucked in a breath. Shit. It was kind of hot watching him.
“That’s it. It feels so good. Do you like watching me? Touch yourself for me. I want you to feel good while you watch me.”
I thought about it, my breathing quickening, but I was too shy, afraid he could see me somehow. Instead, I watched, learning from him as he pleasured himself. His breathing quickened, and right before he was getting close, another screen popped up, telling me I needed to purchase more time to see the finish.
My breathing was shaking, and my insides rattled, and somehow it took all my willpower to hit no.
I understood now. It was erotic watching someone, getting a peek into their private life. It felt like I was right there with him. Yet, I wasn’t. It was safe and controlled. And with the pay scheme how it was, it would be easy to make more money in one night than I did all week. If I was poor and was tempted to give up money for a few more glimpses, imagine people who were well fed and horny.
Tapping my fingers on the table, my pizza sat discarded, cold now. Pulling out my phone, I texted my boss for Cathy’s number. I had to stop myself and not use Candi.
ME: Hey! I wanted to switch with Cathy. Could I have her number?
Boss: Sure. One sec.
Boss: 555-5883
ME: Thanks
Boss: Any chance you want to come in tonight?
I debated, always willing to pick up any shift in the past. But this was my first night off in ages, and I didn’t have it in me to go. Plus, if I decided to do this, I wouldn’t need it. Taking a gamble, I said no for the first time in forever.
ME: Sorry, I can’t. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Texting Candi, I sucked in a breath as excitement coursed through me. I was nervous as fuck, but maybe this could be the next step for me to gain control. It would be nice not to have to eat ramen or pizza for every meal.
ME: Can you tell me more? I’m interested.
Candi: Yay! Sure thing, girl. Want to come over?
ME: Um, yeah, okay.
Candi: Sweet. See you in a few!
She sent her address, and I found myself jumping up to throw clothes on. This was happening; this was really happening.
That night, I listened to Candi tell me the details of being a cam girl and how it worked while we ate the dinner she’d just made with strangers, practically topless.
“So, you get to control what you do?”