Page 39 of Waiting Game

With a quick look at my watch, I notice I have two hours before the delivery at the bar is due to show up. Down a student and without his tuition fee, I start my computer.

I wish I could say that I hate doing this—but it’s easy money and it’s… well,easyall around.

My relationship with sex has always been complicated, so when Gracie confessed to me once that she worked on a sex line to make ends meet during college, it was like a ‘eureka’ moment for me.

Despite being busy coaching through the day, I didn’t make enough to cover all my bills, especially when I knew that I had to support the bar too.

Chuck’s is always in the red.

I’m the one who’s been covering our alcohol bill for the past two years when the distribution company stopped accepting credit and insisted upon cash on delivery.

Without me, the bar would have gone under three times as fast.

The internet lags as I log into my account so I quickly change the sheets and make the bed, trying not to think about what happened on it a few short hours ago.

That done, I close the curtains, turn on the backlights I set up for cam-girling, then drag off my clothes and switch out my bra and panties for a lacy ensemble that I consider my uniform.

I tug on a neon green wig and stick on some cat ears—my guys seem to love this and the Ahegao look.

When I’m changed, I click my status to ‘online,’ and I wait for the clients to roll in.

I don’t have to wait long. I’ve been using this site for a while now and have a list of regulars.

Some are on the other side of the world so I could be busy at all times of the day.

The truth is I could quit coaching and offload the bar then use this for my primary source of income if I wanted to.

But those are the keywords here—‘if I wanted to.’

I don’t.

This is a means to an end.

A lucrative one.

WhenThomasEd104hits me up, I invite him into a private room. Then, putting on my game face, I hit connect.

“Hey, Tommy,” I greet.

His text thread takes over the screen so that I can see it from the bed if I need to.

ThomasEd104: I missed you. Where’ve you been?

“A girl’s got to live her life,” is all I say as I start the usual with him—he’s a tits man. Unfastening my bra, I shove my breasts together and croon, “You missed these titties?”

ThomasEd104: You know I have. Fuck, they’re so pretty.

As I smile at the camera, I don’t think about the two hundred bucks I’ll have at the end of the session and I focus only on the fact that I want to have an orgasm before this is over.

Maybe that’ll ease the sting of that Dear John text message…

CHAPTER 9

COLE

Raging - Kygo feat Kodaline

The tripback to the family ranch is arduousandtedious.

---