Page 14 of Taken Off Camera
As he pulls into traffic, I rest my forehead against the cool window, telling myself it’s just the whiskey. But deep down, I know better.
It’s been years since I caught the flu, and as the city flows past, my body begs for bed and rest. But my thoughts circle back to GentlemanX’s voice, the one place I can forget everything else.
Flu or not, I’ll log in tonight.
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Heat pulses through my veins as I adjust the ring light, my fingers slipping on the metal stand. The thermometer read 101.4 twenty minutes ago, but I deleted that knowledge along with the five missed calls from Saint.
My viewers don’t pay to watch me curl up with a fever. They pay for the fantasy of an eager Omega ready to please. Tonight, that fantasy will just take a little more effort than usual.
I drag the tripod closer to the bed, positioning the camera to capture the toys lined up on the nightstand, cleaned, sanitized, and ready.
My hands shake as I arrange them in order of size, knowing I’ll use only one tonight. The slender black dildo with a small knot at the base, big enough tosatisfy but not so demanding that my weakened body can’t handle it.
The laptop screen blurs as I check the chat room settings. Five minutes until showtime, and already, viewers wait in the lobby, their usernames crawling across my monitor. I swallow two more cold-and-flu pills, chasing them with lukewarm water that tastes metallic on my tongue.
“You can do this,” I whisper to myself, the sound scraping my raw throat. “One hour. Then rest.”
The money matters. Rent matters. Heat suppressants matter. I can’t afford a night off, not with prices climbing and the unanticipated expense of changing my PO Box. My bank account didn’t need the cost of breaking one lease and starting up a new one.
When the clock hits nine, I click the button to start the stream. The red recording light blinks on, and I force my mouth into the practiced curve of seduction.
“Hello, loves,” I purr, the words dragging through my throat like nettles. “Who’s ready for a special show tonight?”
The chat floods with greetings and demands, their words swimming across the screen until I blink them back into focus.
CHAT COMMENTS
DaddyBrooks:Looking fine tonight, Elliot
SweetTooth44:yaaay ur here!
BlueJay77:been waiting all day baby
“I’ve planned a different kind of show for tonight,” I announce, steadier than I feel. “You’re always watching me, but tonight I want to imagine you behind me.”
My viewers eat it up, not realizing the angle serves to hide my flushed face and glassy eyes. I turn my back to the camera, kneeling on the bed. The position sends a wave of dizziness through me, the room tilting before settling into uneasy equilibrium.
“You like this view?” I ask over my shoulder, watching the chat explode with approval, and the ding of donations fills the room.
I reach for the lube, squeezing too hard in my clumsy state. The cool liquid spills over my fingers, dripping onto the sheets below, and the scent of artificial cherry fills my nostrils, cloyingly sweet.
My hand slips between my legs, putting on a show of preparation, the familiar movement requiring concentration I struggle to muster. My skin burns everywhere I touch, the fever causing hypersensitivity.
When I reach for the dildo, my fingers fumbletwice before grasping it properly. The silicone settles cold and unyielding within my hold, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my body.
“Imagine it’s you,” I tell the viewers in a husky whisper to hide my growing sore throat. “Imagine these are your hands.”
The chat scrolls faster.
CHAT COMMENTS
HeartEyes92:OMG so hot
SkyKing69:deeper!!
LoneWolf88:wish that was me behind you
