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“So I’m guessing it’s my turn now.” I folded my legs underneath me and pulled my hair back into a ponytail.
Breonna raised a brow. “Whatcha getting ready for?”
“What?”
She pointed to my ponytail and gave a small smile. “Don’t do that in public, babes. People are going to think you're getting ready to suck a dick. Now, you can only pick dare so…”
I rolled my eyes and tossed my empty wrappers at her face. Of course, she would set up the game so truth wasn’t an option. As usual, this was me falling victim to her scams.
“Fine, dare.”
Breonna walked over to her desk, picking up a purple covered laptop. “I dare you to go on cam.”
I choked. The sip of water making its way down my throat went down the wrong tube once her words seeped into my ears. “No, I can’t… why would—”
“Fine, suit yourself. But it’s Thursday night, and it would be an easy $400 for an hour. But, don’t take my word for it.”
Torn between being shocked and entertaining the idea, I glanced at Amber, who was wide-eyed with tense shoulders and a mouthful of candy. Breonna plucked at her cuticles with pierced lips, impatiently humming under her breath as she waited for me to speak. I’ve always known she was a cam girl or whatever they called themselves, but I never asked her much about it. I honestly thought she did it just to spite her dad, who divorced her mom two years ago for some woman he met on a business trip.
“Any day now.”
I leaned my head back and stared at her star-dotted ceiling. The whole idea made me feel uneasy, but I could use the money. Hell, I needed the money at this point.
I sat up and untucked my legs from behind me, leaning back on my ankles. “Okay, what do I need to do.”
Amber pressed her hands to her cheeks, “Pearl, you can’t. What if—”
“Shut it, Miss Catholic Whore,” Breonna snapped, cutting off Amber. “It’s easy, nothing to worry about.
Guilt rose in me like a high tide as Breonna logged into her account. I knew my dad would kill me if he found out, but I needed the money. Badly.
A soft chime snapped me out of my cloud of thoughts, and Breonna shoved her computer in my direction.
I let my ass sink between my legs and eyed the blinking green button that said START ROOM. “I’m not showing my face.”
“You have to or you won’t make any money. These guys like to see who they are jerking off to. Now take off your top.”
Swallowing what little dignity I had left, I pulled my top above my head, tossed my shirt aside, and pressed the green button.
