Page 52 of Tips and Trysts

“You want that?”

“Who cares what I want? Haven’t I been clear:I want to spoil you. I want you to be the best kept whore in the District. You’re going to have everything you want, and we both know what you want is to show off your wet cunt like the easy slut you are.”

The stream resumes, but now, Cora is wearing a white earbud. She props herself against the headboard and spreads her legs, sporting a ravenous expression.

“You really do think with your cunt, don’t you,” I say into the phone.

A grin spreads over Cora’s face. “Of course I do. Mine is gorgeous. Can you prove how badly you want it?”

It really is gorgeous. “I’ll come over. I’ll give you a thousand dollars to hold off for fifteen minutes.”

“No way,” she answers immediately. “I’m horny right now. Need it now. You played with my pussy and then left me here alone. You didn’t call. You didn’t visit. All I got were those texts, and baby boy,they weren’t enough for me. What did you expect me to do to satisfy myself?”

“Two thousand,” I barter.

She ignores me and instead turns the vibrator up. She presses it into her pussy, outright fucking herself now—and her expression is devilish.

Damn it. I force myself away from my laptop and grab a pair of socks from my dresser. “Three thousand.”

“Ten minutes,” she counters, looking at the camera, speaking directly to me. “You have ten minutes.”

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CORA

“Two more minutes.” Everett’svoice bears an urgency I haven’t heard since the last time he called me. That night, I ended up in the hospital. I have no idea what’s in store tonight, but if Everett’s tone is any indication, it’s going to be monumental.

“Hell no,” I reply, unsure if he’s still watching. I’m not even paying attention to the chat anymore. There are so many comments, so many tips, so manydemandsbut the only person I care about is him.

The clock in the corner of my laptop’s screen shows one minute left—one minute until I’m going to make myself come.

“Two more minutes,” he requests again.

“Nope.”

“Ten thousand,” he offers immediately. “Ten thousand dollars.”

Shit. It’s an obscene sum for two minutes, but he can afford it. He can afford anything, I’ve learned. But more importantly, he likes it: handing me cash, paying me for it.

Treating me like a whore.

Without a word, I shut off the vibrator and toss it to the side.

“Such a good slut. You have no idea how big a tip you’re getting for being such a good little plaything,” Everett murmurs, letting me know he’s watching. “End the stream, princess.”

I’m so surprised that I don’t move.

“End it,” he repeats. “I’m not fucking kidding.”

“They’re all watching.”

Everett scoffs. “Fine. You want everyone to watch me rail you until you can’t remember your own name? Leave it on then.”

This is a Rubicon. If I end the stream, we’ll fuck tonight.

I told him what it would take. Three demands.Beg for forgiveness. Become a customer. Don’t lie.

Without a word, I hit the right keys and the screen flicks to black. Within seconds, my doorbell rings.

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