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A leather recliner overlooking the hotel garden called my name, and I melted into it. My phone chimed again, and I removed it from my pocket and flung it toward the couch. Then my laptop dinged, and I swear, if I didn’t need it, I would have tossed it over the balcony. I flipped it open and pressed on the email notification. To my surprise, it wasn’t work-related but the proof that I needed to jerk my cock off sooner than later.
Escorts weren't my thing, and the last one that I hired tried to blackmail me. If it weren’t for my assistant, the whole thing would have blown up in my face, potentially ruining my name and reputation. But I needed something to feel, even if it was platonic. I clicked on the email and then the link. Pastel colors of pink and purple spread across my screen as a sea of women baited me with peek-a-boo snippets of their pussies, enticing me to enter their room. I let the roll-a-deck of women with spread legs rotate one after the other, and regret spiraled through me.
Then I saw her. I pressed the pause button to avoid losing her and took in her luscious curves. Something was so innocent about watching a girl, a young girl, without her knowing. I took a mental note of her username,BirthdayGirl3456,and I was damn glad I did because the roll a deck started again, and then she was gone.
BirthdayGirl3456
An hour had passed, and I went from being completely broke to making $200 in the span of fifteen minutes as I sat in the middle of Breonna’s room topless with half of my face cut off, staring into a camera. I liked it, even if I wasn’t supposed to. When the cam room emptied out I didn’t want to log off, but Breonna said I couldn’t spend all night sitting in the middle of her room topless because she had other things planned for the night.
I made up an excuse not to spend the night and head home, but Breonna caught me in my lie. The fact that she knew I needed money softened the blow as I tried to wiggle my way out of her all-night shenanigans. I honestly believed she was more pleased that I wanted to tap into my sexuality so she would no longer be the black sheep among the three of us. She wrote down her log-in details as Amber watched with an open mouth. Her hand scribbled across the pink paper, and with her lips pulled into a cunning grin, she handed it to me. She reminded me that this was my lucky night because the pay period ended tonight, and payments would be sent out a few days later.
Maybe she was right. Maybe this summer wouldn’t be a complete bust. I backtracked and froze before heading out the door, thinking about what my dad would think if he found out. I wasn’t worried about him catching me on cam because he never came home at a reasonable hour, and even if we were under the same roof at the same time, he was usually sleeping due to exhaustion and stress. Still, how was I going to explain the money? The sudden ability to afford things I couldn’t a few weeks ago. Once home, I rushed to my bedroom and powered on my laptop. Breonna gave me the okay to change her username just for tonight, and we chose Birthdaygirl3456 because, technically, it was still my birthday for the next hour.
I never thought about buying sexier lingerie until I scanned the contents of my dresser drawer minutes before going online. For a moment, I thought about texting Breonna to ask if I could borrow a few pieces, but I was short on time. I only had an hour or so to make some money before the day ended.
I bit the inside of my cheek and pulled a white dotted tank top and some purple panties with a bow on the front from the drawer. My nerves got the best of me as I typed in Breonna's credentials. Everything that could possibly go wrong made its way to the front of my brain, making my hand shake as I pressed on the keys. I inhaled and pressed the login button. Ignoring the millions of pop-up banners that spammed me within seconds of logging on I searched for the button I was looking for: START ROOM.
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I counted down the minutes,and my nerves started to get the best of me as five minutes turned into ten and then turned into twenty. Torn between shutting the computer down and waiting it out, I grabbed my mosaic coloring book from my bedside table and got comfortable. Maybe if I stopped looking at the clock and focused on something else, I wouldn’t feel like such a loser. Halfway into a complex drawing, my laptop chimed, and I tossed my coloring book to the side.
Confusion set in as I looked at my cam room, it still had zero patrons, but the chiming continued. I grabbed my phone, my fingers rushing to text Breonna, when my eyes caught the popup in the right-hand corner. PRIVATE CHAT REQUEST.Oh.I hovered the mouse over the blinking notification and clicked it. The sepia-colored eyes staring at me through the screen clotted the air in my lungs. Breonna never mentioned a private chat option, but I didn’t have time to call and ask her about it. I fixed the camera, ensuring it caught the most important parts; my boobs and panties then shoved my coloring markers to the floor.
“Hello?”
A wave of silence passed, elevating the whirlwind of nerves taking over my body. The screen went into a cloud of darkness, snatching away his intoxicating gaze, and then he reappeared.
“Hey, there, birthday girl.”
Honey, that was the only way to describe the flow of his words. He sat in a large leather chair, with the top of his dress shirt undone and a glass on his knee.
I placed my hands in my lap, removed them, and did it again. “How are you?” I said, like a blubbering idiot.
“Are you all alone in your room, birthday girl?” His eyes pinned me down like a heavy rock, unyielding, carnal, and possessive.
The thermometer on the wall near my bed read seventy degrees, but the air surrounding me said otherwise. Rings of heat shot through my veins, setting me on fire. A feeling I have never felt before.
I leaned back into my headboard and let my feet slide on either side of the computer, forcing my legs open just a bit. “Yes. I’m alone.”
He repeated my words, and the hungriest sounding growl dripped off his lips. My pulse went jagged as it seeped through one ear and out the other, and I knew right then and there that he wouldn’t let me go until I satisfied his every craving.
A beat of silence passed as he looked me over.
“Wh–what’s your name?” I stuttered and automatically felt like a fool for even asking.
His username was ConstructionGuy4478, which gave me no indication of what his name might have been, but a small part of me was dying to know.
“I can’t tell you my name, but if you're looking to call me something, just call me Daddy, birthday girl,” he said as he brought the glass to his lips.
Daddy. “Oh, okay. D-daddy…” Once the words left my mouth, I brought my fingers to my lips as I dissected the emotions running through my brain.
It was weird, calling a strange man who looked like some kind of mythical god Daddy, but at the same time, I didn’t hate it, and a small part of me liked it. A lot.
“Say it again.”
My mouth fell open. “What?”
He let my question hang in the balance for a few seconds as he stroked a thumb over his kissable bottom lip. “Say it again. Let me hear it.”
