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stare.
    And it worked. Not
even five minutes later, I heard the computer give me a cheery little door knock
as a name appeared in the chat window on my screen.
    Ready4U has entered your room.
    My heart sank. I
should have been happy, I supposed, but the only thing worse than having no one
interested was to have someone come and check me out.
    At least if the
room had stayed empty for another half hour I could have shut the computer down
and gone to bed, chalking the night up as one of those stupid ideas that were
never going to work anyway, If I’d been honest.
    Now, though, I had
a spectator. Now I had to perform.
    What would he
expect me to do?
    Turns out, I
didn’t have to wait very long to find out. I hadn’t thought to really plan out
what I was willing to do on camera, thinking I could just take it slow and see
where things went. When I got uncomfortable, I’d told myself I could stop.
    But I was already uncomfortable.
    Show me your tits, READY4U typed into the chat window.
    Really? Was this
how it was going to go, with a lone, pushy voice urging me on to do one sexual
act after another?
    Still, this was
what it was all about, right? Have to keep your audience happy, and all of
that.
    I licked my lips
slowly, sensually and then slid my teddy up even further, exposing more of my
underwear. I cupped my breast with my other hand, trying my best to make my
movements seductive.
    Take it off!!! was all I got out of READY4U.
    Inwardly, I
cringed. This was it. This was that moment where my life went one way or the
other. I knew that if I gave in and did what my lone visitor demanded, it would
only make him happy for a minute or so.
    Maybe he’d tip me
and maybe he wouldn’t, but regardless, in a way I’d be his .
    But did it matter?
I mean, did it really matter ? Like,
would the world change if I took off my lingerie and then my underwear and
proceeded to do to myself what he inevitably asked of me?
    In a way, it was
so much worse that there was only one guy watching. It felt like whoever he
was, this faceless person sitting wherever he was in the big, wide world had
her on a string, and like a puppet master he could yank them as hard as he wanted
and make her dance, all for the promise of a tip that may or may not happen.
    But what other
options did she have? If she wanted to dance, she had to stay close to the
University, which meant living in one of the most expensive parts of one of the
most costly cities of the world.
    If she failed,
she’d have to go crawling back home, and everyone would know that she’d failed.
    That’d be absolutely awful , she told
herself. All of those people you told off
for doubting you would love to see you break down and come back in tears. You
think you hated pouring beers honey, just wait and see how much you despise
waiting tables for the rest of your life.
    And that single
thought decided it for me. I wasn’t going to give up on my dream until I’d
tried everything I could.
    I wasn’t a loser.
    I wasn’t a
quitter.
    But as I reached
down and grabbed the hem of the teddy and started to take it off, I bit my lip
and realized I was something so much worse.
    A sellout.
    A knock, knock, knock rattled out of my
laptop’s speakers, and I stopped what I was doing to look down at the screen.
    Angel has entered your room.

Angel

 
 
 
    She was right
there. I knew right away it was here. In the past ten minutes I’d skipped in
and out of dozens of cam girls’ rooms looking for Sloane.
    The ability to preview
the ‘show’ was a godsend, but even so there were enough girls with their face
off camera or their body completely off screen that I had to go in and be sure.
    But when I saw her
laying on the bed in the mask, I knew right away I was in the right room.
    I looked at the
chat window. There was only one other guy here, but right before my eyes that
changed.
    LongDong1998 has entered the room.
    69er_Watcher has entered the room.
    It looked like I’d
showed up just in time.