Page 124 of Marked By the Pack
I looked down at the box of lingerie that Huxley had given me. I really wanted to try it on. But that was for his eyes only. Instead, I pulled on a black set that wasn’t nearly as nice, put on my wig and bunny mask, and turned on all my equipment.
I had somehow distracted Ace from finishing setting up the security system up here. But I knew he’d insist eventually. Emma thought I needed to stop doing this if I was in a relationship. Or…relationships. I wasn’t as sure. Yes, I needed to figure out how to tell the guys what my real job was. But they all shared me. Was it really so hard to believe that they’d be okay with this too?
I sat down on the edge of my bed and spread my legs. I went live as I ran my hand up my thigh. I smiled at the camera and grabbed a carrot out of my basket of produce. It was always hard finding a carrot that was the perfect length and thickness. But the carrots were always a fan favorite.
I stared at the screen on my laptop as I licked the side of the carrot and wiggled my nose like the naughty bunny I was. There was a username I didn’t recognize at the top of the requests for private streams section - MtOthrysXXX. I probably knew more about Egyptian mythology than Greek mythology now. But for some reason my mind went to Mount Olympus, where the Greek gods lived. At least, I was pretty sure that was right. But Mount Othrys? It sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place it. The XXX at the end however was very intriguing. Was it just that he needed something random at the end because MtOthrys was already taken? Or…was he extra, extra, extra large?
The requests were organized so that users I’d taken to private sessions before were at the top. Mixed in near the top was whoever was willing to pay the most. And whoever this person was at the top was willing to pay a lot. Because he was even above Grudge, who I talked to all the time. The site usually favored my regular clients.
I clicked into the section to see recent tips to see just how much he’d spent to get to the top of the requests. I blinked.Five thousand dollars?!I stared at the balance. No one ever sent a five thousand dollar tip for my live streaming on my main page. I clicked on his profile. He’d tipped me the same amount last night too. But MtOthrysXXX had never tipped me before thosetwo tips. And he’d been a follower of mine for over a year.
I deep-throated my carrot as I wondered why MtOthrysXXX had a sudden interest in seeing me privately.
I exed out of his profile, which had no information but his username, and went back to my homepage. Grudge would know. And he was now at the top of my requests. I looked at my tips. He’d just tipped me triple to get ahead of MtOthrysXXX. What was he doing? He didn’t need to tip me at all. He knew I was going to speak to him regardless. I clicked on Grudge’s username and entered a private session with him.
“Hey,” Grudge said as he bit into a burrito. “Sup?” he said with his mouth full.
“Good to see you too,” I said.
“I’d say the same, but I’ve been watching you all night. I love the new security system your boyfriend set up. Tell him thank you for me.” He winked at me.
“I’m not going to do that. And stop hacking the tech in my house.”
“How could I not when it’s just handed to me. I was just listening downstairs before. But watching is so much better.”
“Is that why you tipped me so much? Because you’ve been watching me for hours?”
“No, I tipped you so much because I was hoping you’d bring Kebe on. She’s so fucking hot.”
“Stop it.”
“Jealous?” He took another bite of his burrito. “Just say the word and I’m yours, babe.”
I sighed.
“Bring Emma too. The three of you could do a naked pillow fight and split the money.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I mean…at least ask them,” he said.
“No.”
He sighed. “Fine. It’s not like I can’t just watch them whenever I want now anyway. Thanks to your boyfriend. But seriously, give Kebe my number.”
“Better idea. I won’t do that. And you’ll answer a question for me because you’re a filthy pervert.”
“Me? You’re the one that strips for money. If I’m a pervert, so are you. I’ve seen the things you do to produce.”
I laughed. “Touché. But seriously. Why do you think someone who’s been following me for over a year would suddenly tip me five thousand dollars two nights in a row?”
“Because you’re a dirty tease.”
“I’m being serious,” I said.
“So am I. You’ve been a little off your game recently. I think that new man in your life is distracting you from your real priorities. You should probably kick him to the curb and do a striptease on your livestream.”
“It’s newmenactually. I have four boyfriends.”
