Page 1 of The Power Play

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Ifinish the last touches of my makeup before removing my glasses and sliding the lace mask over my eyes, taking one last look at myself. My shoulder length black hair is pulled back under my long purple wig and my dark lipstick draws attention to my mouth. I smile to make sure it looks genuine, right before crossing off the last item on my to do list written in dry erase marker on my mirror.

I look into my eyes in the mirror while I say my affirmations, “I am so lucky, everything works out for me.” I repeat the phrase three times as I always do. “Let’s do this,” I tell myself before heading into the second bedroom of my townhouse I recently converted into my cam room.

My best friend, Chandler, used to have this room to herself, but when she moved out with her three boyfriends–lucky bitch–I was able to redesign it as my dream cam room. When I walk into this room, I’m no longer Audrey. In here, I’m Lacey Hale, and she’s who my viewers know. They may think it’s who I really am, but I’m a great actress, and they don’t know me at all. That’s why this is a job.

I go through my pre-show checklist I have set up by the mounted TV. It’s out of view from the camera, but in view for me. It’s next to the list of predetermined “items” people can purchase. Making me somewhat like a performer monkey, only sexier.

Once I’m ready, camera angle adjusted, ambient lighting on, and my toys are all cleaned and prepped, I post to my followers that I’m about to go live right before opening my virtual “room.” I have a couple of my regulars join almost right away, including those I have designated as moderators because bots are annoying. They pop into the comments promoting bullshit that isn’t even real. Plus, some guys need to be kicked out when they get a bit too pushy.

I know what I do for a living, and I do love it, but harassment is harassment and it’s not tolerated, especially in the sex work industry.

“Hi Robby. Hi Jon,” I greet with a smile as I see two of my regulars join the room.

I make small talk with them for a little while and others as they come into the room. It isn’t just sex with a lot of them, it’s about the connection. Anyone can pull up a porn video to get off, that’s not the point of watching a cam girl. This is about developing somewhat of a relationship, along with the sexual elements.

Of course, I will end up performing sexual acts on camera, but sometimes it can be ten minutes after the start of the show or several hours later. It all just depends. Then, there’s also private rooms which my subscribers can request to have me alone for a significant fee.

Robby: How was your day, gorgeous?

“It was good.” I stretch my arms up above my head because part of this is to be enticing and show off parts of my body just enough to tease. I’ve basically mastered the art of it, and I’m pretty proud of that. “How about yours?”

I notice a few new people join the room, but they don’t say anything. I used to greet everyone who came into my room, but quickly realized that is way too much work.

Robby: Busy, but much better now that I get to see you.

I paste a big smile on my face, and subtly push my chest together with my arms. “Aw, you’re too sweet to me. So, what is everyone looking forward to?”

I watch as the messages come in, and of course there’s the expected ones saying they are looking forward to me taking my clothes off, watching me ride a dick, sucking a dick. I don’t pay too much mind to it, they can say what they want, but unless they pay me, they aren’t going to see it.

“Well, I’m looking forward to hockey season starting. I have some tricks up my sleeve,” I tell them.

This was something Chandler and I came up with. I usually watch games with her, it’s become a tradition, but we aren’t able to watch them all so I figured I should have some fun when we can’t be together.

I notice another familiar name join the room and I can’t help the smile that spreads on my face at the name.

“Hi Charles,” I greet.

Charles: Hey pretty girl.

Charles is my longest regular and he was also my first. I had just started camming four years ago and he was the first to request a private show from me. I was extremely nervous and anticipated some guy old enough to be my dad saying creepy things to me while he got off. To my surprise when he turned his camera on, I couldn’t see his face, only his bare chest that was surprisingly muscular.

That wasn’t the only shocking part, the other was that we only talked. At least that first time. It was a short ten-minute video call, and he didn’t even ask me to take off my clothes. I figured that would be a one off and we’d never see each other again. But it wasn’t. Of course, over the years we’ve had countless sexual calls and also nonsexual ones.

I’d say Charles is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a relationship.

Which is stupid to say considering he’s a stranger online and I’ve never seen his face. He’s never really seen mine either because I’ve always had my mask on.

But it’s probably for the best that the only semi-real relationship I ever entertain is purely online.

Jon: What team are you going to be rooting for?

“Denver Dragons, all the way. That’s my team,” I announce proudly. “Get ready for the shows while I watch them. I’ll have prizes every time the Dragons score, punishments if any of theguys get a penalty, and the biggest prize will be if any player gets a hat trick.”

A few more messages come in, some calling me their dream girl, some complaining that I’m not naked which I just ignore.

Then, a private request pops up, and I bite back my smile when I see it’s Charles.

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