Page 2 of Catching His Eye (Monsters of Moonvale)

EMMA

It’s been a long day.

A morning filled with chores I’ve been putting off, followed by an afternoon taking my dad to the doctor for his remission checkup.

He understandably gets stressed going on his own after everything he’s been through, and I don’t mind going with him, because I’m just thankful that he’s still here to spend time together with at all.

Plus, going with him lets me put to use some of the knowledge I gained from my nursing degree.

A degree I’m not even using.

A familiar pang of guilt forms in my stomach at the thought.

My brother worked his ass off to make sure I wouldn’t have to drop out of school and hasn’t said a word about the fact that I’m not working as a nurse.

As grumpy as Noah is, he’s the kindest, most supportive brother a girl could ever ask for.

Which only makes things worse, because his kindness makes me feel like a monster for taking advantage of his support.

Ugh, now really isn’t the time to be worrying about my guilty conscience, but it’s hard to ignore on days when I’m already stressed.

It’s not like I knew I wanted to do something else when I was in nursing school.

You’d have to be crazy to subject yourself to all the stress and rigorous coursework required to become an RN just for the hell of it.

No, I really thought I wanted to be a nurse.

I wanted to help people after seeing how important and valuable a good nurse was both with Mom before she passed, and with Dad during his fight with cancer.

I’d like to think I’m still helping people, only with fewer needles and more dirty talk.

I push my worries away and look into the webcam, trying to send as much comfort and ease as I can to the man watching me.

I’m dying to know what prompted GentleGiant to request a private so abruptly, but I don’t want to scare him off.

He’s by far the sweetest viewer I’ve had in my lives in ages, always asking how my day’s been, giving sincere compliments, and never pushing my boundaries.

Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if he asked me for more, so I’m glad he took the plunge on getting some one on one time.

Tonight’s stream started off a little rocky, but knowing he was there helped me stay focused on what I enjoy about camming—showing off my body and chatting with appreciative viewers.

I tried out camming on a whim as a way to make some cash on the side, and in the process, stumbled upon something I enjoy that pays a hell of a lot more than being a nurse.

Maybe it’s shortsighted to focus on my camgirl work over utilizing my nursing degree, but if the past few years have taught me anything, it’s that I should do what I love now because you never know how much time you have on this earth.

And I love being a camgirl, as strange as that may seem to some.

It combines all of my best assets: my confidence in my body and sexuality, my ability to make people feel comfortable talking to me, and my no-nonsense attitude.

I love my body more than ever, even with the occasional fat shaming and rude comments from viewers.

I enjoy talking to strangers and connecting with them.

Just because it’s centered on sex and desire doesn’t make the service I offer shameful or wrong.

A myriad of questions flit through my mind as I wait for a reply from GentleGiant, and I fiddle with the strap of my dress that he complimented.

I know I shouldn’t care about a viewer’s opinion on it beyond getting them to stick around to watch me, but when I picked it out, I may have had him in mind.

He always loves when I wear something extra soft and feminine.

As the seconds tick by with no response, I get a little concerned.

Is he shy? Is he having a hard time talking because he wants me to do something really freaky?

Maybe both? Is he the kind of guy that will want to spend our time venting about all his troubles, or will he want me to put on a filthy show?

GentleGiant paid me triple the number of tokens I usually ask for to do a private session, so he clearly wants something from me.

When the silence stretches out for a few beats longer, I prompt him again.

“I know it can feel different when it’s just the two of us.

Harder to say what you want when it’s so direct.

But I’m here and I’m happy to give you what you need.

” I smile reassuringly at the camera, playing with the ends of my hair.

“It’s okay if you’re too shy to turn on your camera or mic.

You can use the chat if that’s easier. I want us to have a good time together, in whatever way works best for you. ”

It may sound like a bunch of bullshit, but my words are sincere.

I’m a sexual person and I enjoy seeing what other people are into and helping them explore their desires in a way that’s pretty safe for everyone involved.

Yeah, some people are complete assholes and it doesn’t feel great to be called a fat whore, but I know my worth.

I’m hot, I’m kind, and I’m damn good at this work.

Though that last point feels less certain when GentleGiant still doesn’t respond.

“You liked my dress, right?” I prompt, tracing the neckline with a finger to skim across the swell of my breasts. “I think you might love what I have on underneath it even more. Do you want to see?” I push one strap off my shoulder, looking up through my lashes at the camera.

“You don’t have to do that.” His deep, gravely voice startles me.

Well, hello there. A tingle of excitement washes over me.

Damn, that was not at all what I was expecting after months of talking to him via the chat. He sounds sexy .

I widen my smile, pleased I finally got a reaction and intrigued about why he wouldn’t want me to take off my clothes. “Ah, so he speaks! It’s a pleasure to finally hear your voice, Giant. Do want me to call you that, or is there another name you’d prefer?”

“Oh, um, I… You can call me Ren. If you’d like. Giant is also fine.”

There’s a pleased flutter inside me at how nervous he sounds, despite how rumbling his voice is. The combination is incredibly intriguing.

I wonder if Ren is his real name. I wonder what he looks like to have a voice like that. I assume he’s a big guy if he uses the name GentleGiant, and that makes me wish he’d turn on his camera. Big and sweet is exactly my type.

Not that I’m looking. I’ve given up on finding someone for the time being because when people find out what I do for a living, they suddenly become very interested in fucking me but allergic to anything serious.

“So what inspired you to have this private with me, Ren?” I ask gently.

“If not the desire to find out what’s under my pretty dress.

” I bite my lower lip, turning up my own playful, somewhat shy vibes to see if that will draw him out more.

“I know I don’t have to take it off, but I’d like to show you. ”

“Oh! Well, uh, if you want to, I’d, um, I’d really like to see. I just didn’t want you to get cold.”

That pulls a laugh out of me. “You’re too sweet, Ren. I really appreciate you worrying about me, but it’s nice and toasty in here. Besides, talking to you, and thinking about showing you more, is making me hot.”

“You’re just saying that, right?” he asks, confusion clear in his tone.

My smile flickers. Crap, is he one of those guys? The ones that seem polite but then end up berating you because you’re “fake” or a liar, even though we both fucking know how that’s the reality of how camming works.

“What do you mean?” I ask, attempting to keep my tone even.

“Shit, I’m not trying to be an asshole or anything!

” Ren’s voice pitches a little higher as he explains.

“It’s just that my friends say I can be kinda clueless and take things too literally sometimes…

and you’re so pretty and kind so it’s very easy for my brain to co nvince me that you’re actually turned on from talking to me, when I know logically it’s an act.

I like that you’re so good at pretending!

Gods, I don’t even know what I’m saying. I should go. Leave you alone.”

“Whoa, whoa!” I shake my head, shocked by how much came pouring out of the previously quiet guy on the other side of the screen.

“Don’t go! You’re totally fine, Ren. It’s normal to feel that way.

I promise it doesn’t bother me at all and I’m still happy to have you here with me.

I mean that as me, not my persona, Tiffany. ”

I know I shouldn’t actively break the illusion of my Tiffany character, but I don’t want him to run away because this is the most interesting private I’ve had in ages, and he asked for clarity.

“Are you sure? I’m really fucking this up,” he says, sounding self-chastising and defeated.

It makes me surprisingly sad. I shouldn’t give a shit about this random dude on the internet, but I have such a soft spot for men who share their vulnerabilities instead of trying to seem tough.

And after months of interacting with Ren, I’ve developed a bit of a crush, despite my best efforts to keep a professional distance.

He’s just so nice to talk to, like a breath of fresh air any time he shows up in my chat.

“Absolutely. We’re only human, and that means trying to get by in a world that can be really lonely and tough. Why don’t we both be honest with each other going forward? I’ll only tell you what I’m truly feeling and you don’t hide what you want from this.”

“Y-yeah. Only human.” There’s a heavy exhale from his end. “Okay. If you’re comfortable with that, I’d really appreciate it. I’m also fine if you want to take my tokens and end the private,” he adds with a weak chuckle.

“Do you want to leave?” I ask, brow furrowing. I’ve never had a dude so eager to stop a private and he spent almost $300 on this, but maybe I’m reading things wrong.