Page 3 of Drive Me Crazy
I could hear Grady mutter something and see out of my peripheral vision that he’d placed his head in his hands and stared down at the floor. I didn’t let it throw me off.
“As always, I’m available for one on one playtime — prices are listed on your screen. Until then — oh! Looks like I’ve got my first invite. To everyone else, you can click to request a later slot to ensure you get time with me tonight. If I’m not booked up, I’ll be back to hang out in the Princess Peach Party Room. Also, check out one of the many other live streams here at Wet & Wyld.” The spiel flowed out naturally — the same one every night. I hadn’t had a night that hadn’t been completely booked with paying customers since my first week as a cam girl, but I liked to leave the possibility open so the others would check back into my channel every time they visited the site.
Want_2_BMLonURtits had shelled out one hundred dollars for thirty minutes with me. He was a regular, and despite his screen name ‘want to blow my load on your tits’ he was usually far more interested in my ass than my tits.
I knew Grady couldn’t see the man on the screen in front of me, but as the image of this customer popped up on the bottom of my laptop, I felt the rush of emotions that always came when I went one-on-one. Pride, excitement, anticipation. It wouldn’t be fair to say I was turned on. I wasn’t. But it did give me a certain pleasure knowing I was turning someone else on.
Want_2_BMLonURtits, or Andrew as I had learned in our third session, looked around forty. He wasn’t an ogre, which was the most common misconception people had about the men who paid to watch me. Granted not all the men turned their own camera on, the ones who did had never been anything out of the ordinary. Slightly overweight, bad acne, weird teeth, receding hairlines — normal, average men stuff. Andrew smiled from my computer, and I smiled back, looking over the top of the camera to where Grady sat. He’d relaxed if his posture was any indication. One leg crossed over the other, hands resting comfortably in his lap, he looked like he could have been sitting around drinking beers with the guys instead of getting a front row seat to a live porn feed.
“Hi Andrew, how are you tonight?”
“Hi, Peach,” Andrew’s nervous voice quivered back. “I’m doing good. I love the schoolgirl outfit.”
“You like?” I asked and twirled letting the short skirt lift up higher revealing the navy G-string underneath.
“Very much.” He nodded enthusiastically.
“What are you up for tonight?” I asked, pulling the rolling cart closer to the computer and opening a drawer filled with more toys than one could imagine. “I have new nipple clamps,” I said, pulling out a long chain with clamps at each end.
Andrew shook his head.
Called that.
“I’ve got the vibrating beads you like so much.” I pulled out his toy of choice knowing without looking that it’s what he’d choose no matter what other toys I showed him. He hadn’t wavered in his choice yet.
I settled down on the blankets pulled into a makeshift bed at the front of the room, setting the toy down in front of me. “How about a game of Truth or Dare, Andrew?”
“Sounds fun. I’ll go first. Dare,” he said, automatically, like he hadn’t even considered Truth as an option. Another thing, I was sure he wouldn’t waiver on.
CHAPTER THREE
Grady
Iwas nevermaking another promise as long as I lived. Which might not be much longer. This one was going to kill me. Cause of death? Asphyxiation. I’d stopped breathing the moment she’d pulled out the vibrating anal toy. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
Naomi laughed happily as she gave and accepted sexy dares with Andrew. I said the name in my head with disdain. I hated this dude. I couldn’t see him, but I was going to remember his voice forever. I was sure it would haunt me in my dreams. Dreams of her perfect ass.
I couldn’t look.
I couldn’t look away.
She was good. Not because her body was a ten or because her face was an eleven, but she was so confident and fun. Hell, I wished my conquests were half this much fun — and they’d actually been in the room with me. Was it all an act? It was hard to tell where Naomi ended and Princess Peach began.
The look was obviously part of her gig. Last night it had been a leather onesie that came up high around her neck and cut up on her hipbones. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t jerked off to that image last night… and this morning. The rest though, her bubbly and fun way with Andrew and the obvious organization and planning she’d done to pull something like this off every night was indicative of the Naomi I’d known since she’d followed Nathan and me around, conning us to give her quarters for tiny cups of lemonade. A ten-year age gap meant she’d been too young for me to think of her as anything but a little sister back then. But about the same time Nathan got sick, she’d turned twenty, lost the glasses and the braces, grown boobs that were every late bloomer’s dream, and suddenly I’d had to feign indifference.
My cock wasn’t faking anything right now. It was so painfully hard I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to work her out of my system.
She was on all fours with her ass pointed at the camera and she looked over her shoulder as she twisted and brought the yardstick down hard against her pink flesh. She cried out and my cock throbbed.
The only thing that kept me from completely losing my shit was that she didn’t seem to be enjoying it − not really. Her eyes were clear and bright, her voice was the same tone and octave she used for everyday conversation, and I’d yet to get a glimpse of either nipple peaked up and asking for attention.
Andrew either hadn’t noticed or didn’t care that this charade was doing nothing for her. “You like that don’t you, you naughty girl?”
I rolled my eyes. Did he really think this was shit you said to a girl? Naomi nodded and picked up a tube of lube, she squirted a small amount on two fingers and then hooked the string of her panties with another digit while she rubbed the liquid around her entrance while telling Andrew she had indeed been a naughty, naughty girl.
Fuck me. Could I really sit here and watch her do this? Talking dirty and prancing around in lingerie was one thing, but I was so close to coming in my pants just seeing the pucker of her perfect ass, I knew I was in too deep. Metaphorically speaking.
As her delicate fingers reached for the vibrator, I stood and adjusted myself. I was dizzy — no doubt from a lack of blood flowing anywhere but to my dick.
