“Where are you going?” Marianne asked. She knew what I did, what got me off. Camgirl sex was my naughty pleasure, it got me off more than any smut story. It was my sex fantasy as well as my clients.
My girl’s sweet face was still glowing from her recent climax, and some blonde curls were stuck to her cheeks.
“I have to work,” I smiled ruefully.
I could’ve easily been tempted to dive back into those crisp cotton sheets to let her pleasure me as thoroughly as I had her, but I had a reputation to maintain and customers to satisfy. Being late and sexually jaded was not my style.
After a quick shower, I stepped out of the steamy bathroom and into my dressing room, swathed in a thick, plush towel. Several of my drawers were dedicated to beautiful lingerie. I used to enjoy shopping for it, but now my fans sent it to me; my measurements and preferences were listed on my agency profile.
I pondered whether to wear a colourful set before I settled on black; to some, it screams classy, and to others, it suggests I’m a bad girl. I have no opinion; I am whatever my clientele wants me to be. That is the secret of my success.
My appointment that day was with Marvin932, who considered himself my superfan, which in a way, he was. Marvin was a regular visitor to my webcam site, so dedicated that he’d even managed to find and follow me on the occasions I’d changed agencies and taken on a new name. I did this to keep things fresh; I understood that punters hungered for new girls. That was why I sometimes wore colour contacts and wigs; tonight, I was Sylvia. A brunette with long, straight, hair. It was impossible to change my tattoos, which I suspected was how Marvin...
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