Page 15 of Knot your Good Girl

This tier is a more personal service. I’ll show more. And I’ll be paid to do what the customer wants. While others may watch for a fee.

For Tier Four, we recommend you charge at least $100 per month or an upfront payment of $1000 annually. If you receive individual requests for a sole viewing, we suggest you look at the one-off rates charged by current Tier Four users.

Before I can change my mind, I click $150 per month; it’s not greed, I think I’m still trying to put people off the service.

I doubt anyone will sign up tonight. I’ve left it too close to Christmas for that, but just in case, I don’t remove my underwear or my make-up. But I cover myself up with comfy sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Wine... I need wine,” I mutter to myself, just as my cell dings.

Asshole

Where are you?

I’m sure you’ve already guessed that I reserved the name for my boss, Jed. I mean, who else resembles that puckered hole with nothing but shit coming out of it?

I tap a message back.

Ican’t afford the cab fare home.

My finger hovers over the screen, ready to hit the send button, but I change my mind, delete the message and type.

Not feeling well. Have a lovely evening.

I hate the pleasantries but getting fired before I find a new job isn’t on my to-do-list.

After I send the message, I stroll into the living area and sit and stare at the television screen. Home Alone is on once again. A holiday favorite for most people, but I prefer to watch the arguing of the Omegawives of Alpha County. It was the first place to allow alpha packs to marry one omega and, jeez, it’s an eye-opener.

I grab the remote and switch on the channel as my cell chimes again.

This time it isn’t my boss but the cam girl app.

“Yes!” I have one customer who has upgraded to tier three, and another upgraded to tier four. And a new customer at tier three.

My cell chimes.

Another at tier four.

I swallow the enormous anxiety ball that seems to have grown from nowhere in my throat.

“Oh my god, what do I do now?”

It’s a momentary blip, because once I see $350 has landed into my account in the last fifteen minutes, I quickly launch the video I made of myself earlier.

The one in the bathtub with hundreds of candles around the ledge; the one where I’m totally naked and where I played with my tit with one hand while the other hand touched between my thighs.

The one I never thought I’d be uploading until after Christmas.

What the freaking hell am I doing?

I wonder if those two men are watching it now, scrutinizing my body and how I react. But then I surprise myself when my core tightens at the thought and a shiver skates down my spine, landing between my thighs.

I’m getting turned on by this.

My phone dings again.

Asshole

I can bring you soup.

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