Chapter 5
After Chandler leaves with her guys, I stick around for a little longer. I’m at the bar getting myself another drink when I’m approached by a fairly attractive man. Early thirties, dressed well with a nice smile.
“I’ve got hers,” he tells the bartender, casually. I turn my body slightly toward his, leaning against the bar.
“You didn’t ask,” I tease.
He shrugs and smiles, “Didn’t think I needed to.”
“Well maybe I wanted to buy my own drink.”
“Did you?”
“Not really,” I smile around my straw before taking a sip. The alcohol has really started to hit me, which I mostly blame on the three shots I took back-to-back after the tiny interaction with Charlie.
The random guy continues to make small talk with me and I’m barely paying attention. I’m mostly just trying to consider if he would be worth fucking or not. My thoughts keep going back to my annoyance with the hockey player who won’t leave my mind for some reason.
As I’m reaching the end of my drink, Rando decides to try his luck when he asks, “Would you want to get out of here?”
Normally, I might actually take him up on his offer and go home with him. It’s no secret I like sex and the release it, usually, gives me. Tonight, I just can’t bring myself to summon the energy to go home with him.
“Maybe some other time,” I flirt, finishing my drink and sliding some cash toward the bartender because I always tip extra, no matter what.
“Can I get your number then?” he tries.
I shrug, “If we are meant to cross paths again, we will. Have a good night.”
Heading out into the cold night, I regret not bringing a thicker jacket as I wait on the curb for my Uber to show up. I kick at some of the loose gravel while making sure I pay attention to my surroundings because I’m not about to get kidnapped tonight.
The car pulls up and, on the drive home I watch the large city buildings turn into homes and the bright lights dim into street lamps. My slight buzz is fading quickly and turning into exhaustion. By the time I’m back home I drag myself inside and up to my room. I don’t even change my clothes before I throw myself onto my bed and fall asleep within seconds.
After a morningof doing every trick I can think of to pull myself together, I think I’m finally starting to feel decently okay. I really didn’t want to have to cancel my show for today because my followers live for my Sunday shows. I’m most known for these ones being the kinkiest. Maybe it’s my way of saying “fuck you” to my upbringing…maybe it–no, it’s definitely me saying “fuck you” to my upbringing and everyone that had anything to do with it.
Sundays were for church and “worship.” Well now, they still are, but it’s for other people to worship me.
I run through my pre cam routine as I get ready. Today I’m feeling a long black wig along with one of my usual lace face masks. I put on the strappy one piece lingerie I’m wearing for tonight and cover it with a short silk robe for the beginning of the show. Can’t be letting them see everything all at once.
This particular piece doesn’t do a good job of hiding my nipple piercings and as I examine myself in the mirror one last time, I smirk at what I see. Who I see. If only my grandma could see how I turned out, then she may have a reason to implement one of her “punishments.” Good thing I’m in control of who and what “punishes” me now. And jokes on her because I like it.
I continue my show set up, checking off each item on my check list as I do so. Right before I’m fully ready I send out a message to my followers about going live soon before adjusting the lighting and my camera. Taking one last deep breath, getting into my Lacey character, and letting the show begin.
Most shows start off slowly with people trickling in, but Sunday is the one day I feel that is not the case and I have a huge influx of people right away. Of course, it grows as time goes on, but within ten minutes I have over three hundred people already watching me. I greet some of my regulars I see, but since there’s so many people, I’m not able to catch everyone.
“Hey everyone, don’t forget to look at the menu for tipping prices and what happens if we reach the goal,” I tease. “I’m going to grab some options for the finale if we get there.”
I have a small shelf in the background where I put certain items for a show, but it’s not even close to the stash of sex toys I have in my collection I keep in a smaller dresser. Getting up and walking back to the shelf to get the three different fake dick options I sway my hips and show my ass currently being revealed in the thong on this outfit as I bend and pick up the toys.
Just like everything during a show, I take my time. There’s no rush here, and I like building anticipation. It’s my preferred way to fuck too, teasing is my specialty all around. I act like I’m examining each toy to make sure it’s what I want for tonight.
The first is a pink rabbit toy, I turn back toward the camera to show it. “This is always a good option, it hits all the right spots,” I flirt before turning it on to let the quiet vibration start and let out a slightly exaggerated moan.
After setting the first toy down on the soft rug closer to the camera I go back to the shelf for option two. I pick up my wand which is my favorite for efficiency and is good for a real, quick orgasm. When I turn back toward the camera, I turn the vibration on and run the toy over my body. I let it vibrate my nipples to make them even harder to show them through the fabric barely covering them.
“You guys know I could come on this thing all night,” I say before running the toy down my stomach to the apex of my thighs and moaning as soon as the vibration grazes my clit. “Not yet, though.” I turn it off and set it down next to the other toy before going back to the shelf for the final option.
The realistic dildo with a suction cup on the bottom is another favorite of mine, but for a different reason. It was sent to me by Charles, and I know it’s one of his favorites to watch me use. I smirk thinking about that before facing the camera. I wonder if he’s watching right now since I haven’t been paying much attention to the chat.
“Where should I attach this if I use it tonight? Should I ride it from my knees? Fuck myself from behind with it?” I hum, pretending to think about more options.
The three toys are laid out in a row and then I turn my attention to the chat to see there has been some tips and requests so far. Simple small things, a flash of my tits, a couple spanks just with my hand which I drag out when completing them and hitting my skin just right to leave a pink mark.
Requests continue to come in, and as long as they pay for it, I fulfill it. I watch the goal get closer and closer to being reached, but it’s still a ways off since I make the goal fairly large when I look at it as a “grand finale.”
A name pops up on my screen, and I bite back my grin. “Hi Charles,” I greet.
Charles: Hey pretty girl, hope I didn’t miss anything good.
I pick up the toy that I got from him. “Not yet just waiting to meet my goal then I could use this, or maybe one of these,” I gesture to the other two toys in front of me.
Not even ten seconds later my goal is not only met, but the amount is double what it would be, and I have a private message from Charles to go along with it.
Charles: Fuck yourself with that toy I got you, pretty girl, and I want to see you ride it like you would ride my cock.
I nibble at my bottom lip as I read his message, the words already making me wet at the thought of doing exactly as he’s saying. I’ve seen said cock. I’ve seen said body, even only through the computer screen, both are works of art. I would take the chance to do exactly what he’s telling me to do in a second.
“Okay,” I announce, my voice breathy, “we have met the goal, thank you Charles, and he had a specific request for what he wants me to do. As always, I’m here to please.”
The chat floods with more requests that I’m going to ignore, thanks to Charles, and praise for me as I stick the toy onto the floor in the perfect view of the camera. Slowly, I work the lace outfit I’m wearing off my body revealing every part of me at an achingly slow pace. And the dominant thought in my mind is that I know how much Charles is enjoying this.
Once my breasts are free, I tug slightly at the piercings in my nipples and moan at the sensation. “I fucking love how this feels,” I tell my audience and it’s true. The piercings made them so much more sensitive. I never cared much for nipple play before, but now I could practically come from that alone.
I slide the lingerie down my stomach and over my hips, baring myself to the strangers watching through a computer screen. I remember the thrill of doing this for the first time. Showing my naked body to strangers, touching myself. The shame ingrained in my mind from years of being told how wrong sexuality was almost made me stop, but I loved it too much to let those thoughts take over.
Now, I’m completely naked and kneeling down on the soft floor as I grab the lube I have set up and pour some of it into my hand to rub on the dildo to prep it. I stroke slowly, swaying my body and biting my lip with a soft moan for the camera. I wonder what Charles is thinking while he watches me do this. He told me to fuck it like it’s him. Is he picturing that exact scenario? Teasing himself just like I am and waiting to let go until I do? The thoughts running through my mind make me so wet I’m not even sure if the lube is necessary.
I lift myself over the dick and tease myself with it, rubbing the tip along my clit and entrance, preparing to sink down on it. Looking at the large screen in front of me, I see myself and the comments flooding in, but I don’t read any of them because that would take a lot more focus than I’m capable of right now.
Finally, I sink down on the thick length and let out a seductive moan until I’m fully seated on it.
“Fuck, that feels so good. It’s not going to take me long before I’m soaking this thing with my cum,” I groan, throwing my head back and cupping my breasts and playing with myself.
I lift up and sink back down a couple times to adjust to the size, starting to get lost in the fantasy I’m creating that Charles started with his message. I picture his perfect body underneath me. His hands secured in a way that he can’t touch me and letting me take my pleasure from him completely.
Leaning forward slightly so the toy can hit the spot inside me that will make me explode, I start to ride it faster and faster. I bite back the urge to fully give into the fantasy and accidentally say Charles’ name because at this moment all I picture is him. Fucking him. Talking to him. Performing purely for him.
I would never admit out loud this isn’t the first time I’ve fantasized about him during a show. I don’t know what it is. He’s a complete stranger and yet my mind drifts to the parts of him I’ve seen and part of me even wishes I could see more. Even if it will never happen.
The release hits me suddenly and I fall forward, catching myself on my elbows as I ride it out with a cry that isn’t even exaggerated. When I finally look up to the screen with a smirk there’s too many comments and messages from others that I barely pay attention to because one message catches my eye and I smile at the single word.
Charles: Perfection.