Page 4 of De Vil

Jazz:Why so late?

Me:Coach had me running for hours.

Jazz:That’s brutal. You want to go get pizza tomorrow?

Me:I can’t. She’s put me on an extensive training schedule.

Jazz: Oh no!

I laugh at the dramatic crying face emojis Jazz sends me and put the phone down as the light turns green.

When I get home, I hear my computer buzzing with the timer for my live show. Fuck, I don’t know how I’m going to keep up with these on nights when I have practice. Laughing, I realize I can move the show to any time I want. I’m such a goofball.

Stripping out of my clothes, I make a mad dash to shower. I want to be clean before I go live. Not that anyone is going to notice. That’s not the point. I will know. Just as I get one leg in the shower, my phone goes off again. With a frustrated sigh, I reach for it and roll my eyes.

Coach:Ice your legs.

Me:Um, thanks mom?

Oh shit, did I seriously type and send that?

Coach:It seems you need to be sassy no matter what I say. Just do it.

I don’t bother responding. There’s no time for that right now.

“Ten-minute warning,” the computerized voice notifies me. Shit, I’ve got to hurry. Fans don’t like it when you are late. “2,000 in the room,” the voice says, and I smile. Yeah, it’s going to be wild tonight. As I rush through my shower, I think about what my skit is going to be.

“One new subscriber,Mommy is Watching, has joined.” The soap falls from my hands as I hear the name. My nipples harden and my pussy aches at the idea. Fuck, I have mommy issues. Shaking my head, I finish my shower and rush to get ready.

I’m looking at the costumes I have, and the words that Coach said earlier make me giggle. She called me aprincess, and it made me tingle. Fuck it, I’m going to be a naughty princess tonight and give them something new to view.

“One minute,” the computer says, and I climb onto the bed in a silk gown, no panties, a tiara, and my mask on.

I wave to the camera because at the one-minute mark, people can start to view me. They can’t hear what I’m saying, but they can watch me on the screen.

Moving my hands along my body, I spread my legs, showing off a bit of skin, but not my pussy yet.

“Hello, everyone,” I moan in a whisper. I never let my real voice out on streaming live videos. Only on the phone calls.

“Tonight, I’m a little sore, but your princess needs some attention.” I smirk at the camera and move my hands down my legs.

“Are y’all ready to help me get off?” I always ask this question because everyone seems to go nuts when I do.

Hearts, eggplants, and firework emojis go up by the hundreds. I wink and blow a kiss at the screen. “At five thousand likes, I’ll bring out the nipple clamps.”

They love seeing me pull on the chain causing my back to arch as the pain turns into pleasure. The like button is hit so fast, I can’t keep up. I giggle as I slowly unwrap the robe’s belt.

I smile as the chat moves along. There are hundreds of demands to show my tits and pussy. It never gets old to see them wanting me to put my body on show for them. “Patience. Your princess wants to tease you,” I whisper to them.

I can see a few of my viewers because they share their camera with me. One of them is a burly man, and I call him out.

“John3415fire, do you want to come all over my tits?”

His hand moves up and down his shaft in a rapid fashion.

John3415fire: YES!

I giggle, pulling the robe off.

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