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Viv paused in taking a bite of pasta. “You do realize most people make money on that site by performing sex acts like getting naked and masturbating for viewers, right?”

Rae had guessed as much by how the guys at her work were talking, but she knew the site was open to other types of live video streaming after researching it. “I do, but I was hoping to eventually use it for dominating people like you do. Since I don’t have my own site like you, and no one would even go to a site if I made one since I’m new, I thought it would be a good idea to start out by using an existing platform where a lot of customers could find me.”

Viv seemed to contemplate the idea as she took her time chewing and swallowing her food. “It appears you’ve already made up your mind about it.”

“I have.”

“Well, it’s not a bad idea, but you have to be super careful with sites like that. I’ve heard about customers harassing camgirls and not much being done about it. And if you’re not doing nudity with it, it could be harder to get money. Are you going to show your baby bump? I’ve heard it’s a big draw on those sites. Even some of my Domme friends made a ton of money topping people when they were pregnant.”

“No, I wasn’t planning on showing much of my body. I’m not ready to be seen like that yet.”

“You’ll definitely make less money then. As long as you know that going in.”

This was something Rae thought about a lot, but she wasn’t sure what Viv would think. “Um, I know a lot of customers like feet. So, I was thinking I would only film my feet stepping on things like dolls or food. But in a dominating way?”

Viv’s face brightened with excitement. “Okay, I’m liking this idea. We could get you some Ken dolls, and you could tie them up in your live streams. Let your viewers request what they want done.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I imagined.” Seeing Viv’s enthusiasm about her idea made her plan feel real.

“And you’re right—you’d be building a clientele until you have the baby.” Viv squealed and slapped the table with her palm, making Rae jump. “Let’s go celebrate your brilliant idea.”

“Okay.”

“How about some I Scream Ice Cream?”

“Hell yes!”

Rae couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate than playing arcade games and eating the best damn ice cream in all of Albuquerque.

CHAPTER 24

RAE

2024

The week went by fast, which Rae normally would’ve been happy about, but each day meant another day closer to Saturday and the play party. She had called Dayton to let him know her plan, and he was understandably frustrated with having to wait. She wanted to tell him tough shit and to do his own legwork, but she also knew she was likely his best chance at acquiring the information he needed, and that gave her at least some advantage in the situation.

Meanwhile, Lily barely crossed her path all week, choosing to get rides home with friends rather than have Rae pick her up. She didn’t see Gabby’s black Lexus during drop-offs, a bittersweet triumph. Like their sometimes-elusive cat, Lily would magically show up for mealtimes, grab her food, and skitter back to her bedroom to eat. When Rae got done with clients early enough, she’d stop by the house before running errands, entering her daughter’s lair to retrieve the stacks of dirty dishes she refused to bring down. Rae told herself she’d allow Lily the rest of the week to get her aggression out before she’d try to talk with heragain and reestablish the family ground rules, which included doing the damn dishes.

By the time Saturday arrived, Rae’s nerves were a mess, but at least she wasn’t alone. Once Angel knew of her plan, she decided to go with her to the play party. She even came over to Rae’s house to get ready, like they were two teenagers about to sneak into a club. Angel was a kinky person, no doubt, but she wasn’t so much into BDSM aspects of kink. Her kink ran more along the lines of three-ways with beautiful women she picked up at gay bars like Alibis. Yet, like Rae, she baby-powdered herself and shimmied into her tightest latex outfit for the play party. She even wore a cute, studded pink collar.

“You can own me for the night,” Angel said, casually swinging the long metal chain attached to the collar, “but only because I don’t want guys grab-assing me.”

“Uh, I don’t know how I feel about walking around with a leash on my Black friend.”

“So, no leash?”

“No leash.”

Angel mock pouted. “Guess I’ll have to live out my furry fantasy another time.”

Rae rolled her eyes. “Let’s do this.”

They pulled up to the nondescript building that gave off abandoned-warehouse vibes, and Rae pushed down the nerves attempting to resurface. At the entrance, they showed their confirmation emails for the event to the bouncer and checked in their phones with the hostess, and they were in. One thing Rae loved about Subspace’s dungeon was it looked like anything but. It felt more like a farmers’ market but with various play scenes scattered throughout the large interior, which glowed with black lights mixed with LEDs that rotated through every color in the rainbow. The entire back wall of the building was devoted to a bar serving only creative nonalcoholic cocktails and a lounge area filled with plush seating perfect for people into sensory play.

“Let’s get a drink,” Viv said.

Angel nodded, and they made their way toward the back, passing quite a few sexy scenes, including one where a woman was having neon candle wax dripped all over her naked breasts.

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