Page 187 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

EVE

It was my fourth night as a cam girl and I was still getting the hang of it.

That first night, I’d brought over a few outfit options and my grandmother’s pearls, just like June expected.

I’d joined her–she had on a sexy negligee–on her usual time slot.

She’d introduced me as her BFF who wanted to talk to men but was too shy to do it in person.

She shared a secret, that I was a virgin and had never seen a real dick.

I tried not to roll my eyes–or throw up from the nerves I felt–at her blatant lies.

She’d asked the men watching if they’d share dick pics in the chat, which of course, they did.

June fanned herself, looked to me and asked if I was hot from seeing all those gorgeous dicks.

She continued by telling me I should undo a button on my cardigan to cool off. That night, it was a pale pink one.

I did. Then she asked, since I was a librarian, if I liked reading naughty books.

I had to say I didn’t know because I never read those kinds of stories before, because that was the basis for my entire…

shtick. She asked her viewers if I should read some sexy scenes.

Pop my erotic romance cherry. Again, they said yes.

So I read a sex scene. I didn’t have to fake being nervous or shy because I stumbled over myself.

Then, I took a drink of water and dribbled it onto my cleavage, which it turned out they found hot as hell.

Then it was over. But not before she told all her viewers to show up at my time slot an hour later.

I’d gotten through it thinking that Silas was watching, that I was saying every naughty thing and reading the sexy scene for him.

When I logged in on my own account, I discovered they did.

They showed up en masse. And then again.

Then again. It was absolutely insane, me trying hard to be sexy but messing up actually turned out to be a hit.

I couldn’t believe I had over four hundred people watching me read spicy scenes and undo buttons on my sweaters.

Four hundred people translated into a lot of money.

When June gave me a well-deserved I told you so, I caught on to why she did it.

Every night when I ended the call, I gave Cheney and my parents the mental middle finger.

Still, it was weird. It felt a little icky, but I was safe in my own bedroom.

No one knew who I was. Where I lived. That I was only playing a role.

In fact, it seemed they loved the part I played.

So I caught on and started to work it. I read the hottest romances I could find with virgin heroines who seemed to have lived in a convent because they didn’t know what a dick really did or how it could fit.

It wasn’t my favorite when it came to reading material, but I was savvy enough to grasp that men loved to be the one to break a woman in.

Especially when the hero’s dick was the size of a baby arm with balls filled with obscene quantities of cum.

Strange? Completely. But it did pay. And I kept my clothes on. Slightly unbuttoned, but still on. And kept sexy Silas in my mind as I read.

“With how she held her tits together, it was a snug fit around my dick. Her pussy too sore to fuck again so soon after breaking her in, but I had so much to show her. I couldn’t last, ready to paint those fucking pouty lips of hers with my cum as her tits pressed tight around me.

FUCK! I cried, watching as the head of my dick peeked out and I coated her neck and chin with thick ropes of it, draining my balls. ”

I put down the ereader and set my fingers on my pearls around my neck.

Slid them back and forth. I bit my lip and looked at the laptop in front of me.

“That hero really knows what he’s doing.

Is that what’s called a pearl necklace?” I asked, all shy and hopefully looking a mix of confused and curious.

The screen went black. It had done that the night before, but no one had come on, only remained black for the duration of my cam time. Tonight, it had switched again. It was still a black screen, but the chat window had a name: CEOBill.

A private room. This guy, CEOBill, had bought my time and joined. From what June said, this was like a lap dance at a strip club or giving a private show in the back room. Extra money. Lots of it.

I frowned at the screen.

“Hi, CEOBill,” I said. “Are you there?”

I waited, saw chat bubbles appear in the message area.

Yes. I can’t show my face.

“Shy?” I asked, playing with my pearls again.

Yes.

“Me, too. I’m new to this. Talking on the computer. All of it.”

I’m new too.

“Are you also a virgin?” I asked.

It was weird talking to a black screen, but he was paying.

Definitely not.

“Do you think I’d look good with the other kind of pearl necklace I read about? Think my breasts are big enough to be fucked?”

Painted in my cum? Fuck yes. Your tits are perfect.

I cocked my head to the side. “Are you hard thinking about it?” I ran my finger along my pearls again, then slid it lower through my cleavage and tugged open a button on my cardigan. “Oops.”

Is that bra pink or lavender?

I glanced down and slid aside the sweater to reveal the lavender bra strap. “You like?”

Show me more.

Um… no. “I’ve never done that before.”

Show a man your tits?

I nodded. On here, on camera, it was true.

I’m not any man and what you show me is just for me. There’s no one else.

No one else. As if he’s possessive and telling me no other men will ever see my body. I wasn’t sure if I liked this after all. Four hundred strangers was a lot different than one guy probably fantasizing about getting his spunk all over my chest.

“Want me to read more of the story?” I asked, steering away from that topic.

Sure.

I picked up the ereader and found my place. I kept going for a few minutes, then looked up.

“The heroine gave him a blow job when she was on her knees and he was standing. Do you like it that way or is it better if you’re in a chair or lying in bed?”

A guy will love a woman’s mouth on his dick in any position.

I shook my head, cocked my head and gave him my slyest smile. “I asked you. Not any guy.”

If it’s your sexy mouth? I’d get you on your knees so you can look up at me as you take my dick as deep as you can. Another time we’d be in bed and we’d do sixty-nine. Know what that is?”

Yes, but I shook my head. I was a virgin librarian, after all. And I wanted to hear his answer.

It’s when you sit on my face so I can lick your pussy while you suck me off.

I shook my head again and tried not to squirm. “Ooh, that’s naughty getting my kitty licked like that.”

I was making this up on the fly and had no idea what the hell I was saying. Kitty?

Glancing at the little timer in the corner, I said, “Your time is almost up. It was nice to meet you, CEOBill. I’ll tell everyone during my time tomorrow night about how I learned about sixty-nine.”

No, you won’t.

I frowned. “They’ll want to hear that I now know to sit on a man’s face to get my kitty licked.”

You’d come so hard, kitten, you’d scream my name.

Kitten? Oh my God. It was time to end this.

I gave him a little finger wave as the timer ran out. “Bye, Billy.”