Page 621 of Filthy Elites

Five grand!That means I’ll have ten, and all I’ve done is a few nights’ work.

Drawing in a breath and shoving my dignity aside, I adjust the camera so it will capture me when I get to the bed. I then make my way over there.

I can still see his chat box, which pops up the moment I climb onto all fours.

Ryan 11:Hold still and show me your ass for a few seconds.

I stop and show him, then lie on my back.

Ryan 11:You’re such a good girl. I think I want to show you my face at the end of our session.

Maybe it’s besthe doesn’t. I imagine some creepy old man with his hands down his pants touching himself, getting off from watching me.

I start touching myself, but I can’t get wet enough to orgasm.

Ryan 11:Do it properly, baby. No work, no pay. Think of something that gets you off.

I try to think, and the first thing that pops into my mind is that voice—Chad’s voice.

I want to fuck you.

He taunted me and said I’d let him. He’s crazy. His kiss was crazy. As crazy as he is.

And my God…I’m wet.

I imagine him driving into me on this bed, fucking me into the mattress, and a greedy tug of a fierce orgasm pulls on my groin.

Ryan 11:That’s it. I can see you’re pretty pussy ready to burst.

I am, and instead of imagining some creepy old man saying those words to me, I think of Chad, and I know I’ve gone to the brink of madness when I come so hard, I cry out, arching my back against the sheets, and grabbing my breasts.

It takes me a few moments to calm down and catch my breath.

The beep of a message from Ryan 11 brings me back from the rush of heat and desire that rushed over me.

Straightening up, I look at the screen.

Ryan 11:That was fucking perfect. Come back over here, and let’s meet properly.

I try to look happy.I have to if he’s going to pay me five grand.

Ryan 11:What were you thinking of?

Me:Something wild.

Ryan 11:I like that. Ready to meet?

Me:Sure. It will be nice to meet you.

Always and ever courteous.

The screen background fades from black, and when I find myself staring face to face with Chad Volkova, I feel like I’m going to die.

At first, I thought I must be imagining things and that somehow something weird happened with the internet.

But I know it’s not. The sadistic smile on his face tells me everything I need to know.

This is real.

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