Chapter 35
Simon
The itch is back today, gnawing at the edges of my mind.
It’s been years since I’ve gone shopping, and there’s only one cure for it.
Settling into my chair, I instinctively reach beneath the center drawer, fingertips brushing against the discreet button.
With a firm press, a subtle, electric hum fills the room.
Metal shades descend smoothly, cloaking the windows in darkness.
Electronic locks engage with a click, sealing off my only exit.
My eyes finally land on a familiar name. My former favorite. MostlyFools. I click the link, and the screen transitions to a stark, minimalist page. A dark background, a couple of images of scantily clad women, and sparse details. Yet, it promises the most authentic and unique camgirl experiences.
A free trial subscription beckons. I click, ready to see what this one has to offer.
It's slightly more expensive than other sites after the free period ends, but the intrigue is irresistible. Besides, cost is no concern for me. I enter my financial details, knowing they’re untraceable. None of this will ever lead back to me.
I set up a very basic profile. Username, password, email, birth date. The same false information I've used a dozen times before. The welcome page loads with a garish splash of neon pink and black, bombarding me with thumbnails of women in various states of undress.
“Click here to see Gemma,” promises a busty blonde with parted lips. “Click here to see Christina, a redhead arching her back on satin sheets.
“Click here to see Mercedes.”
“See Carla.”
“Ashleigh.”
“Alina.”
I scroll down, my cursor hovering indifferently over each profile.
The same poses. The same practiced expressions.
The same calculated vulnerability. Then, at the bottom of the page, a thumbnail catches my eye.
Unlike the others, this one shows only a partial face.
Just a pair of piercing green eyes peering over a tattooed forearm, framed by strands of raven-black hair. The username @Unhinged.
I’ve seen that gaze. But where? It pulls at me like an apparition from my past.
With my curiosity getting the best of me, I click the link.
A video splashes in my face instantly, filling my screen with a shadowy bedroom lit by strings of purple lights.
And there she stands in the center. Attentive.
Powerful. With the kind of curves which suggest both strength and softness.
Her form cuts a commanding figure against the basic background.
Her confidence is as unshakeable as a mountain, embracing her figure with a grace that turns heads.
Her face is a masterpiece of strong lines and vivid features, boasting a defined jawline, expressive dark brows, and full, inviting lips which could tell a thousand stories.
I've encountered professional makeup before, but hers is a masterpiece.
A deep plum lipstick adds a mysterious allure.
Heavy winged eyeliner sweeps dramatically across her lids.
And smoky eyeshadow enhances her intense, almond-shaped green eyes, making them glow.
Her long, dark hair flows mostly straight down her back, a glossy waterfall looking effortlessly stunning as it falls over her shoulders.
The aura @Unhinged exudes is a dark, captivating edge which combines intensity with an alternative flair, creating an irresistible mystery.
Her spirit flows with such poise. And I know the thrill of breaking it, of breaking her, will fill me with heavenly joy.
She dons a black, high-waisted pleated miniskirt crafted from supple leather, its texture catching the light in a way that highlights its quality.
Paired with ripped fishnet stockings clinging to her thick legs, adding a rebellious grunge touch to her ensemble.
Her top is a fitted corset, intricately embroidered with vintage patterns which wind and weave like whispers of classical tales.
It accentuates her curvy silhouette while proudly displaying the fine-line tattoos dancing across her arms and hands, each telling its own story.
Intrigued, I attempt to delve deeper into her world, only to find it hidden behind layers of exclusivity.
Everything is locked behind a paywall, with even basic access requiring a subscription, even if it's free. The process feels somewhat absurd. There’s a fee to join the service, and then individual models set their own rates.
While I understand the model, I'm accustomed to the gradual generosity of tipping over time, rather than being met with upfront costs.
Meanwhile, her chatroom buzzes with digital whistles and flashing emojis as she slowly circles in the purple-tinged light, each step deliberate in her platform combat boots.
Her eyes lock with the camera lens, holding it hostage while her crimson-tipped fingers trace the outline of her collarbone.
The chat sidebar erupts with dollar signs and usernames vying for attention.
There's something haunting in the hollow of her cheeks, something in the slight downturn of her mouth between practiced smiles whispering of desperation beneath the bravado.
And still that nagging familiarity tugs at my memory.
I lean closer to the screen, my breath catching as her black-lacquered nails work the glimmering pink ribbons of her corset with theatrical slowness.
The garment falls to her hips with a whisper of fabric, revealing full and natural breasts, marked with a constellation of tiny freckles across the left one.
She cups them in hands adorned with intricate tattoos winding between her fingers, kneading them with calculated pressure while her head tilts downward, and her dark hair spills over one shoulder.
When she finally raises her head and fixes her eyes on the camera, it clicks.
“Oh, this is too good,” I whisper, my voice rough with recognition, pulse hammering against my throat.
My mouse cursor trembles slightly as I navigate to her subscribe button and slam my finger down without hesitation.
Confirmation for the premium tier flashes briefly before I authorize the payment.
The notification chimes almost instantly, her message appearing in a private window bordered with animated flames.
@Unhinged: Hey Babe. Welcome to my private playground . You've just stepped into my most intimate, uncensored world, where the lights are low, the vibes are hot, and nothing is off limits. I'm here to tease, tempt, and take you deeper than ever before. Get comfy and don't be shy, I'll be waiting .
I send her a tip, $500, then wait for her reaction as she sees it flash across her screen. My lips curl into a smile as I prepare my first message.
Let’s play.