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The plush bedspread you positioned yourself on so precisely was starting to stick to your skin now that you were covered in sweat. You had just completed fifteen jumping jacks in your high school cheerleading uniform for Junglejim420, a regular in your chatroom. You emphasized on ‘high school uniform’ as it would bring you far more tokens than just some costume from a store. “Wow, I’m so sweaty, you guys. Wanna take me somewhere a little more private to cool me down?” You asked the ever-active chatroom, demanding more and more activity from your end of the chat.
You were a cam girl. The newest hybrid of twenty-first century technological advancements and sex work that just so happened to be a perfect career for you. At first, you had been unsure about the job; there were too many ways it could’ve gone wrong. Your biggest concern had been your family discovering your new profession or some creep behind his screen recording your act and using it as blackmail. It wasn’t long, though until you became addicted to your camera.
You would spend ten hours daily, at least, trying to keep your regulars happy. Once, you spent an entire twenty-four hours away from your camera due to a family member needing your help in an emergency and you got over fifty messages on your private snapchat account from angry customers who thought you were ignoring them. They all sent copious dick pics, death threats, and threats of blackmail to you. The fear of being outed was so terrifying to you that to make it up to those creeps, you spent twenty hours the next day camming. You had never been so physically nor mentally exhausted.
About four months into your job, your family found out. They were bound to; you were constantly live or sleeping. There was no free time. You took it as a sort of saving grace that they found out, though. They weren’t elated to hear about it but you had nothing left to fear. Now, you could cam with nothing to lose. That was your mentality the day you met Starkillr54 in your livechat. “Hi Starkillr! Welcome to my chat room!” You said in that high-pitched retail voice. “Since you’re new, I’ll let you choose if I should get spanked with my paddle or whip” You held both items in front of the camera which earned you fifty tokens from another regular. Starkillr54 wanted to see you use the riding crop in your left hand. “Good choice, this one’s my favourite” You winked into the camera and Starkillr54 gifted you five hundred- no wait, five thousand tokens. “Thank you so much! Just for that, I’m going to throw in five extra spanks” You said, striking yourself on the ass with your crop. After each strike, you yelped out the numbers, chronologically. Junglejim420 paid you more tokens to say “Thank you master” afterward.
“How much to go private?” Starkillr54 typed in the chat box.
“Wow, ambitious for a newbie, huh?” You joked. “It’s fifteen dollars a minute and eight-hundred an hour but it has to be paid in advance, honey” You answered with the same script as always. That smile never left your face, though, because you needed to sell him on this chat. You could cam on the chat room for hours but the real money was in the private chats. It took him a few moments to think about it, but he agreed. “Yay! We’re going to have so much fun!” You giggled out and gave him the code to your private chat room.
In private chats, not only could the client see you, but you could see the client which made things much more personal. Starkillr54 wore a well-tailored suit that must have costed him big money. You could always tell which clientele would bring you the most money in those chats. You had a real knack for it and this time was no exception. The only thing that held you back from jumping to your typical bubbly persona was what he wore on his head. Starkillr54 was wearing a Stormtrooper mask.
“Oh I love Star Wars!” You chirped to him, regaining the persona.
Starkillr54 shrugged. “I hope you don’t mind, it’s just that it’s incredibly important that my identity is never discovered. A scandal like this could be devastating for my company” He explained, voice murky through the plastic shell. You could, however hear an English accent though it was garbled. Or perhaps it was Irish? It hardly mattered.
You smiled brightly. He had to be pretty important at whatever company he worked at if he had to wear a mask. “I don’t mind at all, Starkillr. It’s kinda sexy…” You trailed off looking towards the amount he paid so far. “Oh, I see you paid for the hour! We’re going to have so much fun” You said, playing with the edges of your pleated skirt.
“Right, I’m going to ask for something a bit less traditional for the hour if that’s alright with you” He said, playing with a pen at his desk.
“It never hurts to ask, honey” You respond, wondering what bizarre request you’d be getting tonight. Maybe this guy likes feet or sploshing. Every night got a little stranger.
“Could you wear a nice dress? Something a bit more sophisticated” He asked. “And this is going to sound strange, I’m sure, but do you think you could talk in your regular voice?”
This did surprise you. He saw right through that sugary accent you used that normally was such a turn on for your clients. “Alright. I have the perfect dress just hold on one minute!” You said in a strange median between your cam voice and your regular voice. You’ve never used your regular voice with a client before. You found a more modest cocktail dress and changed for Starkillr54 in front of the camera. You expected he wanted a mature girl who will pose as a girlfriend in a way. You’ve heard of clients asking for this; they seek normalcy and validation through cam girls but they never see through the act, fully.
“What is the name you use on this site, again?” He asked, judging your dress and nodding in approval.
“I go by Vickie Lynn or just Vickie. It’s Anna Nicole Smith’s real name and she was kinda my hero” You say, still getting used to your casual tone. You realised that aside from ordering food over the phone, you had no reason to use your off-camera voice and it sounded unused. “Is there anything you want me to call you?” You asked, lying back down on your bed.
Your client sat and thought for a moment until he answered, “I prefer if you call me ‘sir’ but I am also keen on the title ‘General’. I cannot disclose my real name but that will do” He answered.
You smiled and reverted to a sultry voice “Well it’s really nice to meet yo-” The General cut you off.
“You really don’t need to act that way” He caught you off guard. You always hated getting cut off but you kept smiling. “I’m sorry, I should have explained what I wanted more clearly. I don’t want you for sex. I want to give you money and form a sort of bond with you and in return I ask that you engage in discussions with me, act in a domestic manner, and at least try to sound genuine. If you can do those things, I can pay handsomely. Do you accept?” The man who called himself General offered.
Your smile was shaky but you accepted. This was the longest time you had spent on a private chat without having the client masturbate on camera or vice versa. “So, what is it you would like to do, sir?” You asked, finally dropping the octave in your voice.
“You already sound so much more sincere” The General sounded pleased with you which inexplicably gave you a feeling of warmth. “Have you eaten yet, tonight?” Of course you hadn’t, it was only ten at night and you ate at one in the morning.
Shaking your head, you reached for your water bottle. “I eat kinda late” You said.
“Tomorrow, if you’re able, I’d like to have another hour with you and I’d like to have a sort of dinner date. Could you eat early for me then?” He asked, writing a memo in his agenda.
After taking a long swig from your water to suppress your hunger, you answered, “Alright, but could we stop talking about food for a bit. I’m getting kind of hungry” You asked, politely. The General suggested you make some food for yourself but you resisted. “I don’t want to take any more time away from your hour, I want this to be about you” You pushed, trying not to upset him.
“Vickie, if you eat dinner right now I will give you another five thousand tokens” He finally demanded. He sounded tired of your insisting and to please him, you popped a frozen pizza in the oven. “Is there anything I can call you other than Vickie? It’s horrible to say” Your new client questioned, nearly insulting you.
You smirked at how picky he was being. “Sure, just call me, (Y/N). I never cared for these stage names anyway” You answered, without giving much thought as to releasing your name to this stranger who wouldn’t show his face to you.
“Did you just give me your real name?” He asked, sounding shocked.
“You said you wanted genuine” You shrugged, stuffing a slice of pizza in your mouth. You were met with a stunned silence on the other end. “What? I haven't told any of the others my name. If I do get stalked, I'll know it's you and you'll have revealed your identity to me. In a way, we're at a stalemate” you continued to eat your pizza.
The man on the other side of the screen sighed. “I think you and I are going to get along marvelously”
“I look forward to it, sir” You winked before bidding him goodbye for the night. That may have been the shortest hour of your career.