Page 9 of Sin: The Mate Games (Apocalypse #1)

Chapter

Nine

MERRI

I hummed as I contemplated which outfits to offer as options for tonight’s “Get Ready For Bed With Me” session. The pink babydoll I’d worn last time hit the “no” pile first. They enjoyed that one, but a repeat so soon wouldn’t get me as much interaction.

“Red?” I murmured as I held up a lacy crimson number with hearts embroidered over the nipples. My favorite part of this set was the matching undies with a heart-shaped cutout across the ass. “Definite maybe.”

I kept flipping through options, impressed with the selection Lilith had sent over. These sexy little outfits had her name all over them. I snickered when I found the black leather dominatrix outfit. That was much more her style than mine, so it was an absolute no for tonight, but I filed it away for future possibilities. Maybe it was my succubus intuition, but I had a feeling Cole would be really into that kind of roleplay.

“Black is good, though. I haven’t done black in a while. Maybe I could paint my toenails too.”

The toenails would go over really well if a few of my foot fetish regulars showed up. They went wild when I brought out the nail polish. My stomach growled just thinking about how much more I could feed if they were present.

Pulling out a combination of pieces, I laid them on my bed.

“Hmm, this as the base,” I said to myself, looking down at the bodysuit that was more straps than anything. It covered the important bits, but had a real air of bondage about it. “Then the sheer black robe over top. Open, of course.” Biting my lower lip, I scurried back to the closet and snagged a pair of thigh-high black stockings with the seam up the back and sexy lace at the top and my favorite kitten-heeled feather slippers, à la our iconic 1950s housewives.

“If my foot lovers show, no stockings. If they don’t, I’ll make a show of putting them on.”

One thing I’d learned pretty early on was that it was important to have backup plans. With a live show, you never knew who would be present and if they were going to be an active participant or a lurker, so you had to have enough material planned to keep the ball rolling on your own. Or be ready to improv if the crowd went in an unexpected direction. Camming sessions were a minefield to navigate and way more complicated than anybody would think.

Before I logged on, I draped scarves over the two lamps in the room, effectively giving the space a softer and warmer ambience. The mood was important. This session was all about seduction. When I did sessions where they got to watch me exercise, everything was brighter. When it was my once-per-month “Watch Me Eat” session, I went with soft pinks and purples to make the setting cozy.

What? You thought it was all dirty talk and playing with toys? That’s just one element. The easy part, if I’m being honest. Thinking out of the box and creating content with mass appeal was a lot of work. But a girl had to eat, and I couldn’t afford to drop the ball.

For the final touch before go time, I selected some soft jazz to play while I streamed. A little sultry, a lot sexy, and we were good to go.

As soon as I went live, they began popping into the chat. Pings announced arrival after arrival even before I was settled in my chair fully.

“Hello, friends! I’m so glad you’re here,” I said, batting my eyelashes and putting on an exaggerated pout. “I was worried I’d have to get ready for bed all alone.”

Gesturing to my plain white shirt and pink shorts, I gave them my most charming smile. “Can you help me pick out what I should wear tonight? I have two choices.”

OnMyKnees4U: Yes, baby. The answer is nothing. Not. A. Stitch.

JohnBoy27: Can I peel it off you with my teeth?

ShyGuy25: You’d look beautiful in anything. Wear what you like the most.

Toto_the_dog: Woof!

Cerberus: Watch it, Toto. There’s only one top dog in here, and it’s me.

CallMeMommy: Sounds like these two need to go to the dog park. Don’t worry, beautiful, I’ll take it from here. Show us what you’ve picked.

I made a show of getting up from my seat and making my way to the bed. “Mommy always takes good care of me.” I tossed a wink over my shoulder for good measure, grinning to myself at the flood of messages and sexual energy that sent my way.

Cerberus: Call her mommy all you want, but you know I’m your daddy. Now rub my belly and tell me I’m your goodest boy, please.

OriginalSin: Daddy? You wish, pup. That’s a title you’ve got to earn and I doubt you know the first thing about topping.

I could only just make out the screen as I headed back with my options in hand. It was harder than usual to keep my face schooled in a neutral expression as I caught up on the drama in the chat. Their banter wasn’t uncommon, and I typically enjoyed it because it kept things moving without me needing to be engaged. But sometimes they got out of hand. These two might be the latter.

ThisLilPiggy: Is that nail polish on your nightstand?

BigMan69: Show me your tits!

TIs4Tony: Bend over and let me see if you’re wearing panties.

OnMyKnees4U: The stockings! Ohmygod please say you’re wearing the stockings.

TheRealMan: Dude’s cumming in his pants and she hasn’t even done anything yet.

OriginalSin: As if you aren’t already rubbing one out.

TheRealMan: . . . okay, bud.

And with that, I realized this was going to be one of those moments where I had to step in and take back control. OriginalSin was a bit of a troll.

“If you’re going to be naughty, then I guess I’ll just have to choose for you.”

Spinning around, I placed the black option on the bed and dropped the red one on the floor. With a glance over my shoulder, I winked and wiggled my ass before pulling my top off and letting the white cotton float to the carpet. All they saw was my bare back and shoulders, but the way the closet door was positioned offered them a teasing side view in the mirror. The curve of one breast, the dip of my waist, the swell of my hip. Enough to keep them focused on me, but not enough to give away the goods yet.

I was nearly there, though. The tension radiating from my chat room was thick, like a delicious chocolate syrup dripping from a spoon over the ice cream I was about to eat. Time to put the cherry on top.

Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts, I wiggled my hips as I pushed the fabric down my legs. My ass was in full view, tight, toned, round. Exactly what they wanted.

OriginalSin: Fuuuuck.

Bob1212: Oh fuck yes, beautiful. Now turn around and show us the rest.

ShyGuy25: Where’s the biting my knuckles emoji?

OnMyKnees4U: I know exactly what to do with that

CallMeMommy: That ass would look even better with my handprint on it.

EverySteve: Let me take a bite, baby.

TIs4Tony: Fuck, your ass is juicy.

Taking a long, slow breath, I pulled as much sexual energy from the chat as I could. They were already feeding me better than my session earlier this week. Thank fuck. There was something about being in this penthouse that had me feeling ravenous. No matter what, I couldn’t seem to assuage my hunger.

CallMeMommy had some excellent suggestions tonight. She always did. I reached behind me and smacked my butt, the pain burning over my skin, but their reactions filling me even more.

A thud from the room next to mine pulled me out of the moment as I was reminded I wasn’t alone here. This wasn’t Iniquity, where every room was spelled to be soundproof.

Turning my attention to the camera with my hands strategically hiding anything I didn’t want them to see, I giggled. “I need to be more quiet. I forgot I have roommates.”

Little heart bubbles floated across the screen. Oh, they really liked that I had roommates. I bet they wouldn’t if they knew the people in question were three of the hottest men I’d ever seen, plus one surly Brit I was sure wouldn’t disappoint if I ever got to meet him.

ShyGuy25: Where can I sign up for the waitlist? I’m super neat and make one hell of a grilled cheese sammich.

BigMan69: Tell them to join you. The more the MERRI-er.

JohnBoy27: How many are there?

OnMyKnees4U: Do they all look like you? I’d pay good money to see you have a pillow fight with them.

TIs4Tony: How’d you know my fantasy was a night at a sorority house?

ThisLilPiggy: But back to the nail polish...

OriginalSin: Invite me in, sweet girl. I’ll put your roommates to shame.

Something about OriginalSin’s comment had my body tingling. It almost sounded like a threat. A sexy threat.

My computer dinged twice in a row with private session requests. One from Cole and the other from OriginalSin. For a heartbeat, I was torn, my cursor hovering over the green accept button on Cole’s request, but then I remembered the blurred lines and boundaries I needed to reestablish. I moved my cursor from Cole to OriginalSin, opting for the one-on-one to begin in two minutes.

Sorry, ShyGuy . Next time .

With frenetic energy stirring my blood, I shimmied into my black lingerie, the robe sliding over my skin like a caress before I turned around.

As I sat on the bed and slowly pulled on one stocking after the other, I broke the news to my followers.

“Sorry, loves, I’ve been booked for a private session. I hope you stay around.”

Leaning forward, I blew them a kiss, watching as the protests filled the chat.

Toto_the_dog: Growl.

CallMeMommy: Such a perfect tease. As always.

EverySteve: Fuck. Of course. When are we gonna get to see your pretty pussy?

ThisLilPiggy: Wait! You didn’t paint your toes yet!

BigMan69: Come back and make yourself cum.

They were still going as I opened the private chat room, a little timer counting down in the corner.

4 . . .

3 . . .

2 . . .

1 . . .

OriginalSin has entered the chat.