Page 5 of Last Summer

Chapter four

JENNIFER’S BODY

LUCY

Sunday Morning

“The internet’s up and running?” I ask Danica as I check my fit. This domme bodysuit is sexy as fuck but also prone to some nip slips.

“Yeah, it seems to be good to go,” she states as she stands back up and dusts herself off.

She’s wearing the sweetest little thing I’ve ever seen.

Her brown hair is braided into two loose pigtails on either side of her head.

Her top is a white teddy with a frilly lace border.

It’s nearly translucent, allowing me to get a glimpse of her dusty pink nipples beneath.

Her supple ass jiggles enticingly around her matching white thong as she walks across the open expanse of the yurt to check the cameras.

Shit, she looks good. I can’t wait to fuck this girl.

I’ll take pussy or dick, I’m not picky. I care more about the person and less what they are or aren’t.

I’ve never really been big on labels. I’m just who I am, and I like who I like.

Not sure why it needs to be more complicated than that.

And right now, what I want, badly, is this sweet little thing who’s bending over and flashing me a small glimpse of her pretty pussy sneaking out from the sides of her chaste white thong. Damn, she looks good enough to eat.

Don’t mind if I do.

“Alright, it’s up,” Danica says before taking a step back and bringing a finger to her face.

She places the tip of her digit in between her lips and sucks on it seductively.

I watch us reflected back from the laptop screen, the camera is angled to capture the two of us and the couch behind.

On the right edge of the screen is a chat box where screen names are starting to appear.

At the top is a box telling us how much we’ve made from the session.

So far we’ve just earned a small amount from the few people who have entered the stream.

Streaming was my idea. We needed something to calm our nerves after the truck nearly ran us over last night.

It was just a freak accident, but still, it scared the hell out of us.

I saw Danica’s face. She looked terrified.

I figured we could both use something to take our minds off of it and as fun as playing with Sarah was, it seemed like Danica and I both needed more.

I look over at Danica and she looks nervous. Walking towards her, I swear I see something shift between the trees out the window. That gnawing sensation that we are being watched grows.

And no amount of alcohol has been able to tune out the little voice in my head that screams something is wrong. But I push it down, because we are here to stream and make money.That’s the deal.That’s why I spent the money that I didn’t fucking have to get here.

But if we freak out now, it’s all over.

“Hey,” I say as I gently cup Danica's chin, tilting her head so she can look at me. “You with me?”

She dips her chin slowly. “Yeah… It’s just what Julie said. About the brakes.”

Her arms continue to wrap tighter around herself, and if she continues, we are gonna lose her.

And I’m not about to let that happen. Danica needed to be here—in the now, not back in the past… Not back in last night. “Look at me, D. You’re good.” I look at her, caressing her cheek with my thumb. “We are good.”

Are we?

Fuck if I know. But it sounds good.

My family always told me to trust my instincts, and deep inside, something feels off. I don’t know what it is, but something just doesn’t feel right. I’m sure, though, that it’s just my mind playing tricks on me. It’s not like the woods are filled with masked serial killers.

“You wanna stream?” I ask Danica.

“Stream.” She lets out a breath before gently pulling away. “ I forgot all about it.” Grabbing her waist, I pull her into me.

“That’s what I’m here for, baby—to remind you. So what do you say we do some streaming to get your mind out of the dark.”

She smiles wide—the tension rolls off her.

Good girl.

I hold up the bottle of Fireball and take a nice long pull—feeling the instant burn in my chest before I pull away and nudge my head towards the couch. “Ladies first.”

I watch as she staggers forward across the wooden floor.

She’s just as fucked as I am, if not more.

Hips swaying, ass jiggling with each step—she looks delicious.

The thing I’ve discovered very quickly about Danica is that she’s dying to fall apart, but won’t let anyone help chip apart the fragile glue holding her together.

But, it’s fine. I can handle messy—I’ve dealt with messier.

“We should let the viewers decide what they want us to do.” She arches an eyebrow before pulling down on her teddy and exposing more of her creamy tits.

Someone’s ready.

Can’t say I blame her, she's about to enter her own personal five minutes of Heaven. I’m determined to make this pretty little thing come until she’s delirious and our accounts are overflowing.

“Come,” I demand while grabbing her hand, leading her the final few steps towards the couch.

I take a seat and she kneels right in front of me, between my knees.

I pull her hair back over her shoulders, letting my fingers run down her neck.

She shivers under my touch. Such a good girl.

The comments start exploding instantly—they’re already losing it.

One person is asking me to finger her. Another demands she eat me out.

Then there’s the freak asking me to fist her while she sucks my toes. Hard pass on that one .

“Loverboii666 says I should feed you some liquor.” I wink before palming her breast at the camera. She squirms as I pull on her little nipple, making it push against the fabric of her teddy. “Mouth to mouth.”

Oh, I like the sound of that.

Doing as we are told, I stand above her and pull on her little pigtails, forcing her head back.

“Be a good little slut and open that pretty mouth,” I command, my voice husky and low.

And she does, even sticks out her tongue.

I pour the liquor into my mouth before cupping her chin and letting the amber liquid drip into her mouth.

Some spills down the front of her, dampening her innocent white outfit.

“Swallow.”

She gulps.

The chat goes feral.

Another message comes in.

“Anonymous says for us to make out,” she reads off the screen as I run my fingers along her heated skin, my hand slithering up her back until my fingers curl around the base of her neck.

“I can do that. With tongue or no tongue?” I ask as I lean over her, the cinnamon whiskey on her breath making my pussy pulse with need.

We both look at the screen.

Anonymous: Mouth. Tongue.

“Tongue it is,” I declare before my mouth descends onto hers.

Danica’s lips part to give my tongue access to her greedy little mouth.

The muscles inside fight for dominance as they dance with each other.

I kiss her slowly—deliberate and with passion.

Her taste has me wanting more. Danica moans into me.

I don’t bother looking up at the screen because I’m already losing myself in the taste of her.

I can hear the pings flying in, meaning people are making requests in exchange for profit.

I’ll gladly let them tell us what to do as long as it means I get more of her.

Breaking our kiss, I look down at her. She’s gorgeous like this–needy and desperate with her pretty, pink lips all swollen. My fingers dance under the lace of her lingerie. “Can I?”

She smiles up at me, pulling away and looking at the screen. “BigBoy69 says he’ll pay fifty bucks if you show them my tits and play with them.”

Gladly .

Pulling down the white fabric, I expose her beautiful breasts.

They’re perky and creamy with the sweetest dusty pink nipples.

They’re begging to be played with. I bring my thumb and forefinger down and begin flicking one nipple until it’s peaked and hard.

She whimpers and rolls her hips. I move to the other and show it the same attention.

“MotherFucker_zzz wants you to lick my cunt. Would you like to taste me, pretty girl?” I ask as I stand back up. She sags at the loss of my fingers.

So damn responsive.

I slip from my strappy leather lingerie, exposing myself completely. Danica spins to turn my way, giving the camera a view of her perky ass. I gotta admit, we look good together. Her pale skin against my tan complexion is a nice compliment.

She sticks her tongue out to lick her lips, and her gaze falls to my pussy.

“What do you think, viewers, should I ride this little slut’s face and drown her in my cum?

” I ask with my eyes focused on the girl beneath me.

She’s so pretty. How’d a sweet little thing like her end up here?

I look back up at the screen to see how wild I’m driving them but when I do my breath gets caught in my throat.

“What the fuck?” I whisper as I lean into the screen to read the message again to make sure I’m reading it right.

Anonymous : I know what you did. CONFESS.

Danica spins to see what’s going on just as another message appears in the chat.

Anonymous : Or die.

My stomach drops and my unease turns into full panic. More messages come in faster than last.

Anonymous : Confess or die. Confess or die. Confess or die.

What the fuck? Who is this?

“Should we block anonymous chat?” I ask but the reply from Anonymous comes immediately.

Anonymous : Only if you want to be the next one to die.

Anonymous : Or maybe I’ll kill the slut between your legs and make you watch the whore die.

My heart skips a beat before it rattles in my chest, Danica’s hand moves over mine—squeezing it.

“What kind of fucking joke is this?” I snarl, but something tells me this is so not a joke and that things are about to get really fucking real.

That’s when we hear piercing screams come from outside, startling us both.

A second later, another message comes in.

Anonymous : Ready to play, Danica?