Page 2 of Lucky Shot

Punkass Bitch:

Interesting little video I found, when looking for what I lost. Click the link; you won’t be disappointed. We need to fucking meet tonight, our usual spot. Don’t fucking disappoint me. You know it won’t be pretty if you do.

There’s a link that pops up in a second text message, and I’m even more fucking confused. What the fuck isBehind the Lens?Out of sheer curiosity, I click the link, fully prepared to be punked by that asshole, but what pops up just manages to baffle me further. Did he send me to a porn site? Has this fucker finally lost all his marbles? Are both my best friends completely unhinged now?

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Ladypoison, if this fucker is playing with me, I am going to beat his unstable fucking ass. I get it; his heart is broken. The woman he’s loved all his life ran from him, as if he was the fucking devil, without a backward glance, or even a note. He’s not the only one who fucking lost her though, not that I could ever admit it out loud. I fucking loved her too, and not just as the bratty little sister of one of my best friends. She and I, however, could have never been together, no matter how much Idreamed and wished it to be different. She was always meant to be a pawn in either her father’s or brother’s hands. Always something meant to be bartered with. I loved her, first with a child’s innocence, and later with a man’s heart. I knew Nicolo loved her too, and that cemented the fact in my heart that I would never be able to have her. With a weary sigh, I click the link, and it opens to the video of a petite woman, lying on dark russet-colored silk sheets. Her long blonde hair is sprawled out around her, and her face is partially covered, with one of those delicate lace masks, that cause her blue eyes to pop, and look like she’s about to be a character in some Venetian carnival. Her pale, soft-looking skin is covered in a lacy gray teddy that leaves very little to the imagination, and accentuates her sexy curves. She’s sex personified, lush, beautiful, and mesmerizing. My long dormant cock swells in my pants at the vision on the screen, and I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle a groan, as I adjust myself under the table.

At first, I don’t understand why Nicolo has sent this to me. He wants me to watch the same porn he was watching? Like, I know we’re best friends and all, and I would do almost anything for the guy, even now when our families are at war with each other, but this is fucking weird. Then she opens her mouth, welcoming all her new subscribers to her channel, and letting them know she takes requests. My stomach immediately plummets, and I almost drop the phone in shock. I would know that voice anywhere. I’ve spent the last twenty-plus years listening to it. Its sweet melody is ingrained in my head, heart, and soul. As I watch her hands slide along her flesh seductively, a new emotion rises within me, one I know means I am about to lose control of myself.Rage.Burning, fiery rage soars through all of my limbs, and I almost crush the phone in the palm of my hand.Phoebe Murphy, my Phoebe, is the woman in the video, touching herself provocatively, for a paying audience, underneath a disguise. She’s either dyed her hair platinum blonde, or she’s wearing a wig, and the blue eyes have to be contact lenses, meant to hide her distinct natural green color. The only woman I have ever fucking loved is doing porn for strangers on the internet, and Nicolo Amato has found out.

Fuck, I have to get to her before he does, is my first thought, as panic rips through my body. As furious as I am right now at what I’m seeing, he’ll be worse, because she ran from him and abandoned him. Who knows what he’ll do to her now? There’s a fine line between love and hate, and Nicolo was already straddling the damn thing, but this will push him right over the edge. I’m sure the fucker is feeling betrayed. God fucking knows I am, looking at her slipping her slim fingers below the gray lace panties, and rubbing at her clit. I immediately click the link, and enter the information from one of my fake, untraceable credit cards, and pick from the tiers. Fuck, she has tiers of what she’s willing to do. I’m going to strangle her when I get my hands on her. After selecting a tier called‘All your heart’s desires’,I switch back to my text messages and reply to Nicolo, my original headache causing my eye to twitch, as I labor to control my breathing.

Me:

I’ll be there in twenty, you had better be ready to explain how you found her, and she better be still alive, Nicolo, or I’m going to tear your fucking heart out!

Punkass Bitch:

She’s alive for the moment. Whether she stays that way depends on you.

Fucking hell! I get up and storm out of the boardroom without answering anyone’s questions. I get into my dark green Mercedes and floor the gas, heading to the old abandoned theme park on the other side of town, deep in Amato territory. How could she fucking do this? Doesn’t she know she’s as good as dead when either Tadhg or Vito find her? A mafia princess doesn’t become a fucking porn star, she’s disgraced herself and her family, and there will be consequences to pay.

Fuck, Phoebe, you better pray I get to you first.

Chapter three

Phoebe

“Hey, my sweets, thank you so much for joining me tonight. For those new to my channel, I’m Ladypoison, and I’m here to make all your naughty wishes come true.

I blow a kiss toward the camera, as I lean my face closer, and give the viewers a good look at my barely covered breasts in the red, lace demi bra I’m wearing. As usual, my adrenaline is running high from being on camera, and I’m filled with excitement. If someone told me two years ago that I would be getting off on strangers watching me perform naughty, erotic acts over the internet, I would have told them they were crazy. Yet, here I am, about to fuck myself with a toy for a paying audience, and my panties are already completely drenched.

“Just a reminder, you can put your requests in the chat box to the right, and I’ll see what I can do about filling them for you. Tips are always appreciated.” I giggle as the chat box window immediately lights up with requests. It looks like tonight’s stream is going to be a busy one. I’m grateful for all the new subscribers who have joined the top tier.It means that this month, I can add to my dwindling savings for emergencies, like possibly getting fired, when I work up the courage to tell Lorna I am not sure about doing the calendar, or having a live guest join me. I scroll through the comments, all while provocatively lowering the straps of my bra, and smiling for the camera. Some of the comments in here are absolutely raunchy, and others are downright filthy and degrading. It comes with the territory, though; these men don’t see me as an actual human, just an object they want a piece of. The few women that are in here are always much more polite, and I take comfort in knowing they are watching me.

User: Boner123

Take the bra off already, I wanna see your tits.

User: Shedevil76

You’re so beautiful and sexy. God, I wish you were mine.

User: Bigdick33

Play with your pussy for us, slut. Finger that nasty cunt.

I roll my eyes at that comment, hoping that tonight’s black silk mask helps to hide the disdain. I’m all for dirty talk, and I don’t even mind a little degradation, but some of these people behind the keyboard just want to be cruel, and that’s a huge turnoff. Still, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. No one said sex work was going to be a walk in the park. At least I’m in a safe environment, and working for myself instead of some abusive pimp out there. I remind myself to tune them out. I’m here to get myself off, and if they get pleasure out of it, great, but I’m not doing it only for them.

User: Stallion69

How much is it for a private chat or private live stream?

It’s not the first time I’ve been asked, but as the top tier is already paying five hundred dollars monthly, I always feel guilty even responding to these requests. I know I shouldn’t. I’m providing a service, and if someone out there has the money to pay, and wants to spend their cash, I should take it. I open up a private message chat with Stallion69, while allowing the lace cup of my bra to dip lower, exposing one of my pink nipples, and it immediately hardens in the cool room. The sensation of my overheated flesh, and the combination of the cool temperature I keep the room in, just add another element to my feverish skin, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I’m not usually as worked up as I am today. I think all the stress is starting to get to me, and the need to blow off some steam is paramount. Here’s hoping my orgasm helps with that.

User: Ladypoison

Hey, sweets! Private chats, and one-on-one live streams, are four hundred dollars for an hour. We can discuss your fantasies to see if I can accommodate them. I can set up a time, and a private exclusive link that will allow us to communicate, and even share screens if you’re interested.

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