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Ginny
I was the latest example in a long history of sex workers.
That’s not to say I was a prostitute. God, no! That’s an important distinction that I want to makevery clear. Not that there’s anything wrong with prostitution. As long as the woman (or man, as the case may be) has total agency over the decisions they make with their body, and aren’t being coerced or exploited, then hey, go wild. Do whatever you want. When done right, prostitution is great. But it’s not what I did.
I was an OnlyFans model.
It was nine o’clock on a Sunday night, and I had just gone through my typical pre-show routine. I took a long, hot bath. I shaved my legs. I selected one of the outfits from my closet to wear—tonight I was going with a black teddy with Venice lace, a playful satin bow in the front, and garters connected to black stockings. The routine had become something like a religious ritual. Swapping one persona for another. The transition into my naughty Mr. Hyde.
Completing the routine, I pinned my hair back and donned a long, red wig. When I was done, I examined myself in the standing mirror in the corner. I looked like a slightly curvier version of Jessica Rabbit.
I nodded at my reflection. “It’s showtime.”
My bedroom looked like a studio. Well, I guess it reallywasa studio. I had a Neewer Professional Softbox Kit, which was a series of four stand-lights attached to umbrellas to make sure the lighting wasn’t too harsh. My Razer Kiyo high-resolution webcam was mounted on a tripod facing the bed, and behind it was my computer desk with two ultra-wide monitors. Altogether, my setup cost about five grand, and that’snotcounting the drawer full of toys that I used. But as someone smarter than me once said, you had to spend money to make money.
And let me tell you: I made alotof money doing this.
I used a remote to turn on my feed, and a red light on the webcam appeared. I had the feed displayed on one of my monitors, which allowed me to make sure everything was perfectly centered and working properly. I laid sideways on the bed in a casual position. Like this was how I normally spent my evenings, rather than being meticulously planned for the feed.
I hit another button on my remote to enable the online stream. Instantly, the three hundred and forty-nine viewers who were in the lobby were connected to the stream. On my second monitor, their typed comments filled the chat log.
“Hi everyone,” I said in a sultry voice. “Thanks for tuning in tonight. I was just getting comfortable…”
I stretched on the bed, arching my back a little bit. Showing off my curves. I knew all the angles that best emphasized my assets, and I was well-practiced at showing them off for the camera. I finished stretching and rolled over onto my belly, then pushed up until I was on my hands and knees. Then I raised up into a kneeling position, and tossed my hair dramatically.
“Do you like what I’m wearing?” I asked. Seconds later, their responses flowed into the chat log.
“So fucking sexy”
“I love the teddy”
“Show us the back”
“Your tits look amazing in it”
“I liked the corset yesterday more”
“Hot”
“Damn bby u always wear the hottest lingerie”
“Mmm”
“GOD DAMN”
“I like you better without anything on”
“I’m so hard right now”
“That would go great with the red stockings”
“Am I late? Did I miss anything?”
“Bend over facing the camera”
“Amazing”