Page 27 of Music City Diaries

Along with the money from last night, I had roughly $500 to my name. It wasn’t enough. Rent was due next week, and I’d barely be able to cover it. Exhaustion covered me, sitting heavy on my shoulders. I guess I could ask for more shifts or get another job.

Looking over my space, my eyes snagged on my jeans, and I hopped up, remembering the card. Pulling it out, I held it in my hand, debating if I was that desperate. Glancing around my place, the tiny amount of food I had, and the constant hunger I was in—yeah, I was that desperate.

Sitting back at the table, I typed in the web address, surprised when a black website came up. It had a picture of a seductive girl on it and a box to the side asking for credentials. Using the drop-down menu, I was surprised there were so many names. Landing on Candi, I hit select and then typed in the word on the back.

The screen flickered, revealing a page of videos. Most were locked and showed they cost anywhere from $5 to $25 to watch.Shit. A blinking light at the top pulled my attention, and I saw it said a live video was in progress. Clicking on it, a screen popped up.

Would you like to use your free five-minute access now?

Clicking yes, I held my breath, not sure what to expect.

When she came onto the screen, the angle was of her from the bust-up. She wasn’t naked but had on a skimpy robe that was see-through, practically giving anyone a visual of her breast if they looked close enough. It was erotic without nudity, I supposed. I realized she was talking about what she should make for dinner. When I noticed the chat screen and all the messages popping up.

So, it was like an interactive thing? I didn’t know if I liked that. Felt like a lot of pressure. The more I watched, though, I realized she was just talking about everyday things and getting paid to do it. She’d ask opinions and give people the option to pick for her if they tipped. I watched as dollar bill signs and hearts flew up as she zoomed out, getting up to walk into another room. I immediately gasped when I saw her state-of-the-art kitchen.

“Okay, now I’m jealous.”

My own pizza dinged, and I pulled it out, realizing how pitiful it looked compared to what she was making on-screen. Candi pulled down bowls and ingredients, all while practically naked, talking to people. I guess it wasn’t too bad. A timer flashed up, and I found I was actually kind of disappointed. A message flashed, and I found myself tempted to say yes.

Would you like to continue for $5 for ten minutes?

Hitting no, I clicked back out to the main page and decided I wanted to see the whole picture before deciding if this was something I wanted to do. I found folders and clicked on a few.

Cleaning

Cooking

Bathing

Talking

Private chats

NSFW

I was half tempted to click on the NSFW ones, but I didn’t want to see that of my coworker. Clicking on the cleaning one, I coughed up $5 and selected a video with the most views. Candi stood in a bra, thong, and high heels. She waved at the camera and then set it down on a stand. She came on explaining how dirty her apartment was, and then she vacuumed. Legit vacuumed. And got paid for it. Shit.

Could I do this, though?

Deciding I needed to see the NSFW ones, I clicked back to the main screen and selected a different name—a male one. Patrick’s screen loaded, and my hand hovered over the folder, shaking slightly.

“Just click it, Darce. He’s not going to bite. He can’t touch you.”

I clicked on it, taking a deep breath, and hundreds of videos loaded, ranging from $5 to $100.Damn, Patrick, get it. Selecting a cheap one, I pushed back from the table, needing some space from the screen and me. It was irrational, but it felt the further I was from the screen, the more control I had.

He came on, his face not in view, just him sitting on a bed with tight white boxers, his erection visible. I gulped. Okay, so far, not so bad.

“Hey, you.”

I jumped, his deep voice surprising me. He chuckled, and it felt like he was right there with me. Wow. I looked over my shoulder to make sure, even though I knew he wasn’t. I still checked.

“I’m so glad you could join me today. Are you ready to get a little naughty, lover?”

He rubbed his hand over his length, and I watched in amazement as it grew.

“Yeah, that feels good. Fuck, I’m imagining you being here, rubbing me. Do you want to see it? Yeah, you do.”

I found myself nodding, despite being scared. Slowly, he rolled his briefs down, his thick erection jutting up from his underwear. He stroked it once, squeezing, and I sucked in a breath. Shit. It was kind of hot watching him.

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