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fun, sexy times involved chocolate cheese cake.
    No matter how good it tasted.
    She inched forward, knees spread and lowered herself onto the cake. Eyelids carefully lowered, lips parted. As she sat the cake squished and oozed onto her skin. She wiggled sinking deeper. She was going to be washing cheesecake out of bits of her that shouldn’t get cheese cake in them.
    A moan escaped as she rotated her hips….then she picked up the topping and flicked open the lid. “I need a little more.”
    She arched her back as she squirted the sauce onto her cleavage. With her other hand she caught a little of the topping and brought it to her lips. She gave the camera another moan.
    She could fake pleasure.
    But it would be nice to have some actual pleasure in her life…maybe she should agree to lunch.

    B y the time she’d cleaned up, showered and was sitting down in a pair of yoga pants and an old t-shirt—the epitome of sexy splosher goddess—to edit the clip, she was reconsidering her sugar induced madness. Going to lunch with Ian would be a big mistake.
    Sharing this part of her life would be all kinds of horrifying. She had lived the horror once and had no desire to do it again. But a tiny part of her knew that it didn’t have to get that serious. They could date and have sex and as long as she maintained her other commitments it would be fine.
    Now that she’d thought about the possibility of getting laid, even on a casual basis, her body was keen to try.
    She wanted, no she needed, a life beyond the webcam. After one final watch of the clip she’d spent the afternoon working on, she posted it. There’d be people waiting for it to go live. Her dead keen subscribers no doubt had a box of tissues at the ready.
    She seriously needed to date a real guy, even if it was just once. Maybe twice…then she could hit him up for sex. From the look in Ian’s eyes she was pretty sure that he was keen on getting naked. She smiled at the memory. The heat and intensity had freaked her out, that he’d then acted on it and asked her out…she shivered and sighed. Not with cold, but longing.
    She couldn’t remember the last guy to look at her like that.
    As she sat there she was able to see how many times the video was viewed. Some would watch it multiple times over the next few hours. She’d stopped puzzling over the why when she’d started making more money doing this than she did in her real job.
    Instead she sat there and shook her head, but stayed because some people would message her. Some she answered.
    Those that wrote you made me come so hard or worse got no response.
    The men that were polite did get a response.
    It had been one of the guys who’d suggested the change in lighting. Whoever he was he knew something about filming or photography.
    Numbers101 came on line. It was a moment before he typed his comment. Saskia found herself holding her breath. Please don’t be creepy.
    I’ll never look at cheesecake the same way again.
    It was your idea.
    I know. And I regret nothing. Thank you for doing that.
    She smiled and typed. My pleasure.
    And for a change she did feel happy. He hadn’t made what she’d done weird. If everyone could be as nice she’d do special requests more often.
    Do you do live sploshing?
    You watched me in the kitchen.
    But she knew that wasn’t where he was hoping to take this. He wanted something more from her. Did he understand the effort that went into her videos? No, because she made it look like spontaneous fun. Like she just happened to feel like getting kinky with food for strangers. She sighed.
    I was hoping for something more.
    The words seemed stark on the chat screen. Her stomach fell. What could she say?
    That’ll cost more.
    Now she sounded less like the woman next door and more like a hooker with her hand in the john’s pocket. She hated that feeling. And for a moment she hated him for making her feel like that.
    That’s fine.
    Could she raise price enough that he’d back down?