“Take out is doing pretty well,” I lie easily, “and I had some restaurants who still owed me money and they paid their invoices.”
Suddenly, my mom looks concerned.
“Are you working too hard, Sunshine?”
“No, Mom. We have limited hours. Look, I’m at home right now,” I pan the camera around my apartment so she can see.
“Oh look, there’s Apollo. Bring him over here so I can see him.”
I smile and snatch up the big, black ball of fur. I put the cat in front of the camera and he actually meows at my mother. He’s a very vocal cat. He meows if he likes someone and hisses if he doesn’t. He hissed at my last boyfriend every time he came over.
Then, my mom says she has to go check on my dad. Donald got another one of his migraines today and is sleeping in the bedroom with the curtains drawn tight. She said she has to hang a blanket on top of the curtains because even the tiniest bit of light that comes in around the panels makes his head hurt worse. I wish I had the money to buy him some black-out drapes.
“Give Dad my love,” I murmur before logging off with a sad smile.
I check my email expecting only junk and ads for things I can’t afford, when I notice I have a message from LiveFans. I’m wondering if it’s going to tell me PeterC didn’t mean to tip me $100 and wants his money back. Instead, to my shock, I find that PeterC has requested a private show at 7:00 tonight.
I didn’t realize LiveFans had such a thing as a private show and I go to their webpage to see what that means. It says that I can do a private show for up to three people where they can log in with their camera live also.
Holy shit, it sounds like I would see PeterC in person. Do I want to be able to interact with him this way? I’m not entirely sure I do. I have an image of him in my mind, and it’s of a kindly, middle-aged man with creases around his nose and mouth. But what if I’m wrong? What if Pete is some old guy that looks like my dad? What if he’s some pervert who’s going to aim the camera at his genitals? I’m torn. If I say no, PeterC will just find another cam girl who will do the private show. If I say yes, I could be emotionally scarred for life.
But I have to say yes, because I can’t afford to lose my only viewer. I grimace and send PeterC a message through LiveFans that says I am looking forward to our private show tonight.
Then, I turn back to my apartment. It’s only 10:00 a.m., so I need to find something to do to distract myself so I don’t obsess and change my mind before our appointment. I clean my entire apartment in about an hour, and then walk out for another soggy bag lunch. By noon I’m looking for another distraction. I decide to revisit the idea of doing a baking blog on my website. I go in and add a new page to my website. I’m not too tech savvy so it takes me a while, but I finally get it to the point where I like the look of it. I’ve written a little introductory post and then I notice it gives me the option of posting a video or “vlog” as they call it.
Why not? I’m a cam girl. If I can do live shows on-line for men, then I can definitely do a baking video for my own web page. I quickly check what supplies I have in my kitchen. I’ve got everything I need to make snickerdoodle cookies. I use my phone for the video because I don’t have room in my tiny kitchen to bake cookies if there’s a laptop on the counter. It’s a little awkward because I have to prop my phone up against a cookbook, but it works out okay.
This feels natural to me. I breeze through the lesson in no time at all, recording the whole thing and then I realize it’s after five. I need to start getting ready for my private show with Pete.
I’ll never have time for my curls to dry if I wash them. What was I thinking? I tie a pretty scarf in my hair hoping Pete goes for the wild gypsy look. I decide that could be really sexy and I have a long colorful skirt that will fit right in with that style. I pull it all together with a top that laces up the front. I leave the lacing loose to show off some cleavage. Overall, I’m pretty impressed with my style choices.