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“I have to go, Sonja. Forward me the notes, and I’ll look over them after my next class,” she waves at the girl she’s talking to, and starts to make her way toward the cafeteria. I allow her to get across the quad from me, before picking up my backpack from the grass and trailing behind her, all while keeping an eye out for the man she was supposed to marry, or her brother’s lieutenant, Aiden‘Massacre’Doyle.

If either one of them thinks they are going to take away what belongs to me now, they have another thing coming. I will end Phoebe’s precious life before I allow her to leave me. I am done sharing her; she’s mine, my pretty clover. They had their chances, and they wasted them. I won’t make the same mistake.

With a small smile gracing my lips, I get in line behind her in the cafeteria line for food. Eat up, baby. You’re going to need your strength, when I take you away from all of this, and keep you safe.

Chapter sixteen

Phoebe

Ibegin to wind down my live, my naked body aching and sweaty, with the many orgasms I’ve given myself. The chat was lively and demanding tonight, and I was both surprised and amused to see that bothStrokemyshillelaghandStallion69were in attendance, and very active with comments and tips. In fact, if I didn’t know any better, I would think they were attempting to compete for my attention. Both of them requested private chats after this live, and I wearily held off on agreeing, even though I could use the money. I’m exhausted from the lack of sleep over the last couple of days, school is kicking my butt, and I feel anxious about this‘hoodie guy’stalking me, and leaving me notes. I found one in my backpack earlier today, and almost had a breakdown in the middle of class. I’ve barely eaten anything today, and I can feel a headache beginning at the back of my skull, now that my adrenaline has begun to wear off.

User: Stallion69

I need to see you. I’m willing to pay more if needed.

His private chat message pops up on the screen, and my breath hitches in my throat. My fingers stop their slow, seductive slide across my hip, as I get ready to remove the pink vibrating egg from inside of myself, and bid my followers goodbye after a long hour of entertaining. A part of me desperately wants to grant his request. I’ve actually missed his commanding presence, and had feared he had moved on to someone else, but at the same time, I am starting to worry that the‘hoodie guy’is actually a subscriber, and is watching me. Could he be eitherStallion69orStrokemyshillelagh?The creepy notes all started around the same time as these two began following me, and demanding private audiences.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand, with a reminder notification that I have to pick a theme, and schedule a date, forBehind the Lens’ calendar photographer, Chad, and the live video.Dammit,I need to make a decision on this, I am running out of time, and I’m terrified to let Lorna down, but the whole thing is giving me even more unnecessary anxiety. The thought of having anyone in the room with me, touching me, is as exhilarating as it is nerve-wracking, and dreadful. Should I ask one of the other performers? The thought immediately makes me queasy. I don’t want to see this person in the halls here afterward, because that would just be awkward. Okay, so it would have to be a stranger, possibly one of my subscribers. What if this person tries to hurt me? What if it’s someone I know from school or, worse, my old life? What if they get attached, and it puts me in danger?What if you have one of the best sexual experiences of your life?My mind plays devil’s advocate with me.

“Goodbye, my sweets. Thank you for making me feel so good. I hope I made your night or day a little better! I’ll see you soon.” I blow a kiss at the screen, my mind racing, as I close off the live feed. Another chat window opens almost immediately. Shit, what are the odds that todayboth of them would be on here? I swear, some days, my life is a bloody mess.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

I miss you, beautiful girl. Please let me spend some time with you.

I rub my cold fingers back and forth against each other, trying to get my body to warm up. There’s a chill now in the room that I didn’t feel before, while I was focused on entertaining my subscribers, and goose bumps erupt along the surface of my skin. The sound of my blood rushing in my ears almost overwhelms me, and it begins to feel like a steel band has wrapped itself around my chest, and is slowly tightening, putting pressure on my lungs and causing my heart rate to escalate.What the hell am I doing right now?Why am I panicking? I’m safe in this room, safe insideBehind the Lens’ walls. I don’t have to worry about anyone hurting me in here. I try to talk myself down, and almost succeed, until another message pops up.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

Beautiful, are you still there? Please, I just need to know you’re okay. You looked a little exhausted tonight. I’m worried about you.

Oh my God, he noticed.A tingling warmth spreads through me, at the knowledge that he noticed something wasn’t quite right with me tonight. He was interested in me, and not just what I was doing to myself for his sexual gratification. I force a shaky breath past my lips, reach for my robe, and slip it on, before I pull the keyboard closer to me, disregarding all the abandoned sex toys I used tonight on the mattress, and with a grimace, avoiding the wet spot. It’s weird, and it makes no sense, but something about him makes me feel comfortable in my own skin, and like I’ve known him forever. He’s like a lost friend that I didn’t realize that I needed, and missed until now. I’m probably losing my mind. Strangers on the internet are not supposed to make you feel like that. Maybe it’s how alone and isolated I always feel now. Imust be projecting these sentiments onto him, and wishing, in the fantasy land I create inside my mind, that my reality was different, and someone out there truly cares for me. I had that once, friends, family, a home, and a few people who honestly loved me, before the rug was ripped right out from under me, and I was left with nothing.

User: Ladypoison

Hey, sweets. Sorry, I’m a bit exhausted, to be honest. Thank you for watching my live feed. Can we raincheck for another time for a private one-on-one?

The minute I hit enter, my stomach seizes with apprehension. What if he never wants to chat with me again? What if I have offended him by turning him down? A whirlwind of thoughts races through my mind, mixed in with the acknowledgment that I will actually miss him, if I never get to interact with him again. A strange pain blossoms in my chest, and if I didn’t know any better, I would say it’s grief.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

Please, just for a moment. I will pay for the whole hour. I don’t want you to perform. I just want to chat. Let me see that you’re okay. Please, álainn.

Stallion69is still sitting, waiting for me to reply, the green circle around his profile showing me that he’s still connected. I flip back and forth between their messages and profiles. They are both so different, and yet, in some ways, they are similar with commanding alpha male vibes. As much as I would like to speak toStallion69again, I’m out of energy right now. I just can’t force my body to go again, and play submissive for him. If I am being honest with myself, there’s a connection and chemistry with both of them, but somehow, withStrokemyshillelagh,it’s effortless. I don’t feel like I am wearing another persona or a mask, and I’m just trying to only please him. Last time, he waswilling to answer my questions. Maybe he’s as lonely as I am, and just needs someone to talk to. Perhaps he and I could be friends?

User: Ladypoison

Hey Stallion69, I’m sorry, I am already booked up for tonight, but I would love to see you another night if that works for you. Please send me some options for times and dates, and I am sure we can make something work, Sir xoxo

I exit the message window, and click back into the chat withStrokemyshillelagh.A feeling of excitement stirs in my weary limbs, as I quickly ensure that my robe is closed tightly, and that my mascara hasn’t given me raccoon eyes. I quickly type back a message before I can change my mind.

User: Ladypoison

Hey, sweets, if we are just chatting, then I’m good with no payment. Just so you’re not disappointed, I plan to have clothes on, if that’s alright with you. If you need something different, then we’ll have to pick another night.

His reply is instant, and it brings a smile to my face at his eagerness, and reassures me that I made the right choice. The niggling at the back of my mind, that he might be the guy now stalking me, disappears until I can no longer hear it, as I click the link to connect us and share my screen.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

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