Chapter 37
Simon
MostlyFools uses a spinning set of arrows to indicate someone is preparing to send a message. I can see @Unhinged tapping away on the screen. She could just simply respond aloud, though I don't know what it is she's planning to say.
A loud BING plays through my speakers as her reply pops up in a chat window on the screen.
@Unhinged: OMG, thank you. You are too kind. I don't believe we've met. May I call you Simon?
@SIMPleSimon: Of course. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. As you have clearly guessed, I am Simon. It is my true pleasure to be here.
She sees my message and starts tapping away immediately. A second later the alert chimes, and the message again pops up on my screen.
@Unhinged: I'm so glad you're here. Feel free to join in with the show. Or hang around for a bit. And when the regulars all get come drunk, I'd be happy to chat this way as well.
@SIMPleSimon: Sure thing. I won't be going anywhere.
About ninety minutes later, after I watch @Unhinged put on a show made for the Adult Film Awards, she says goodbye to everybody. Sweat and her own bodily fluids drip from her skin. She's flushed and catching her breath as she waves, turning off the camera.
I don't know if it means I'm supposed to log out too.
But about a minute later, a different sort of bell goes off, a single note from a xylophone.
My eyes dart to the left side of the screen where a small envelope icon sits, now decorated with a glaring red “1” hovering above its corner like a tiny digital bloodstain.
My cursor trembles slightly as I guide it over and click.
The screen refreshes with a quick flicker, revealing my direct-message window with its boring white glow. A fresh message awaits from @Unhinged.
@Unhinged: Hey there. Sorry it took so long. The gang was really into it today. I don't always do the goth look. I guess I might have to incorporate it a little more. Are you still here?
@SIMPleSimon: Absolutely. The show was great.
@Unhinged: I really appreciate your generosity.
@SIMPleSimon: It’s been a while since anyone on here has stood out to me.
It’s only seconds later each time her reply comes through.
@Unhinged: Yeah? You see something you like?
Did I fucking ever.
@SIMPleSimon: Your curves. Your smile. Your fearlessness.
@Unhinged: That’s really sweet. Thank you.
@Unhinged: So, tell me about yourself.
Is this chick for real? Is she really making light conversation with me? This isn’t something I’ve experienced before. Usually, these girls just want to shake it. To take the money and run. It’s why I never have any qualms with the things I ask them to do. The things they always agree to do.
@SIMPleSimon: Eh. I’m kinda private.
@Unhinged: It’s okay, babe. I don’t trust anyone either.
I don’t even know what to say. She doesn’t know me. She’s treating me better than anyone has in forever. This has to be a game. A rouse. A ploy to suck me dry of cash. But I don’t care about that. I want her to think she has me.
@SIMPleSimon: Sometimes you just need a break. Am I right?
@Unhinged: And you chose to relax with me? I feel so special.
@SIMPleSimon: The devil emoji again. Are you feeling naughty?
@Unhinged: Always.
@Unhinged: You’re new to my page. What are you looking for? Is there some kind of connection you’re trying to make? Tell me how I can be what you need.
@SIMPleSimon: I’m just a guy. I enjoy things like all guys. But maybe you can inspire me. What do you like to do?
@Unhinged: That was smooth. Turning the tables.
I can barely keep up with her. She’s digital lightning.
@Unhinged: I’m into sexting. Getting steamy while my husband’s away at work. Use your imagination.
@SIMPleSimon: Tell you what…
@SIMPleSimon: Let’s pick this up next time we’re both on…
@SIMPleSimon: For now, duty calls. But I’ll see you soon. Promise.