Page 7 of The Power Play

Tossing my phone to the side I throw my arm over my eyes and prepare for what I can expect to be a sleepless night.

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 ifhe 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 worshipme.

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.WhoI 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 Ilikeit.

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 finaleifwe 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 mynipples to make them even harder to show them through the fabric barely covering them.

“You guys know I could come on this thingall 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.

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