Quiethours
I suppose I do.
Crushedvelvet
That’ll work. Do you have any other requests? Outfits, props, something I should call you?
I nearly jump off the couch when I see a notification pop up beneath my message.
Quiethours has tipped you four hundred dollars.
Quiethours
Buy something new. Something you’ve never worn for anyone else before.
And something to use while you film.
Something new? Jesus, I have two dresser drawers full of lingerie and babydolls that cost a healthy penny, not to mention a tub full of toys. Still, I’m not about to argue with the guy. I’m stubborn, but notthatstubborn. Plus, I think it’s actually really sexy that he’s so demanding. At least I do since he’s not here in person, bossing me around.
Crushedvelvet
What’s your favourite colour?
Quiethours
Black.
I snort, already typing back.
Crushedvelvet
How very somber of you.
Quiethours
I think you mean boring.
Crushedvelvet
I didn’t say that. You could probably guess my favourite colour.
Quiethours
Pink?
Crushedvelvet
Boring but intuitive. I’m intrigued.
I frown after sending the message and shift my laptop to the couch cushion beside me.
The last thing I should be is intrigued by a stranger who’s only speaking with me because he wants to receive a dirty video. The safe, smart thing to do here is to end the conversation by explaining the time frame I can get the video done for him and then exiting the website altogether.
I don’t do chatting with my subscribers. I’m not selling a dating experience, nor am I interested in letting myself become friends with a stranger on the internet. Especially in this setting.
Another ding signals his reply. I look at the ceiling, then down at my fuzzy pink sweatpants. With a groan, I grab the laptop again and read the message.
Quiethours
