Page 620 of Filthy Elites

So far, I’ve made five thousand dollars. It’s going into a savings account no one knows about.

Up until I was eighteen, Mom would keep track of my money. Now, she’s not allowed to, so that makes it easier.

What’s hard, is the worry that someone might recognize me because I look so much like my mother. Still, I think people would be more inclined to cast aside any suspicions that I’m any relation to her.

There’s no way they’d think it, especially after all we’ve been through with Dad. Thank goodness the agency is all about the utmost discretion.

They, of course, know who I am, but the NDA they signed should protect me.

I’m sure they wouldn’t risk the millions they make by slipping up.

My screen name is Angel Doll 27, and that’s what my clients will know me as.

Like me, the clients have an alias they use for their first name and a number.

While my screen is visible to them for the video, theirs is blocked out.

All we have to communicate with each other is a chat box that pops up on the side when they want me to do something different.

The clients also, have control of when they want to reveal themselves. So far, I haven’t had anyone like that yet.

I tousle my hair to the side and sign into the site. Instantly a message pops up letting me know Ryan 11 is online and waiting for me to start chatting. I met him last night within minutes of signing in, and we spoke for two hours. He gave me nearly two grand when we were finished.

If I have clients like him, I’ll reach my goal quicker, and I can stop this sooner.

My estimate now is three weeks, but that depends on what I’m willing to do in the video and how much the clients pay. The starting price is a grand, so they can’t go lower than that.

I click on to Ryan 11’s profile, which is a little eagle, letting him know I’m ready to start talking.

Ryan11:Hey, beautiful. I want something a little different than last night. Are you up for something adventurous?

Adventurous?This is as adventurous as I’ve ever gotten, but I’m game if whatever he has in mind gets me closer to my goal.

Me:Of course, tell me your fantasy, and I’ll make it come true.

That’swhat I’m supposed to say.

They already know I’m not available for sex, so I don’t have to worry about that.

There are other things, though, that they might want me to do that I know I’ll be uncomfortable with, as the sum total of my consensual sexual experiences is extremely limited.

I’ve had exactly two boyfriends in my teenage life, and I only slept with one of them.

Ryan 11:Good girl. I love how willing you are. Let’s start with me getting a closer look at those titties.

He wantedme to do that last night, too. I stand and move closer to the camera, feeling awkward.

Ryan 11:Bounce up and down.

As I bounce,making my breasts jiggle, I focus on my goal not on what I’m doing. If I even think about how degrading this is for one second, I’ll run away screaming.

Ryan 11:Good girl. Now I want you to lie on that bed behind you and touch your pussy. I want to see you come.

God.I thought he might want something like that.

The thought of someone watching me touch myself is more unnerving than just taking off my top.

Ryan 11:Do it and I’ll give you five grand, but make sure you do it properly and zoom in so I can see your pussy.

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