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RULE #3: DON’T DRINK AND DOWNLOAD APPS.
Garrett
FlirtyGirl— Hot Babes 24/7
SkankView: The dirtiest girls on the web
BabeWatch…Real women ready for you.
Isuppress a groan as I scroll through the various available sites. This is embarrassing…and I’m nearly drunk, hence why I’ve swallowed my pride and pulled up this search in the first place. I briefly considered grabbing a ride and going to the club to see if anything exciting is happening in the voyeur hall, but it’s not really couples and sex I want to see right now.
“Fuck, I’m pathetic,” I mutter to myself, before clicking on the first, least sleazy site. I’ve been on it before, when I was browsing for inspiration for the club. It wasn’t long before I shut down the idea, but for a moment, I briefly considered how one of theseperformanceswould translate to a live experience for our members, but the idea never really fleshed out correctly in my head. How would that even work? Put girls on stage with a bunch of vibrators and dildos and line up the audience like in a theater?
No, that sounds terrible. I’m sure someone else could make it work, but that person is not me.
Unlike last time, logging in today is for shameless entertainment and, hopefully, a hint of a human connection.
The app is more tasteful than I thought at first. It’s sleek and inviting. Not like some of those in-your-face, vulgar porn sites. In fact, it looks more like a regular social media app. Scrolling through the girls live online now, I click through a few different ones.
The first is a beautiful Asian woman in a gaming chair with large headphones around her ears and what looks like a video game controller in her hands. I can’t help but laugh. She has over ten thousand active viewers, and she’s fully clothed, playing video games.
Okay, next.
A busty redhead is cooking in her kitchen. This one is a bit sexier with the camera angle coming from somewhere low and a crisp HD view of her pushed-up tits, hanging out of the front of her low-cut tank. She makes small talk with the viewers while she cooks, periodically responding to posted questions and comments.
It’s appealing to observe her for a moment, lost in the delicate ministrations of her long, manicured nails as she dices vegetables and flicks her hair behind her shoulder.
But it loses its luster after a few minutes.
I’m cracking open my fifth beer of the night when I click onto a live profile, WickedKitten214. I drop back onto my couch as the video feed cuts to a close view of cute pink toes on a tile floor and a girl’s voice in the background.
“I like this shade more than the last one. What do you think?”
I pause with my drink halfway to my lips.That voice.It’s oddly familiar.
The camera view changes as the girl sets the phone down against something, giving me and seventeen thousand other people a view of her body—a yellow crop top and a black skirt with a span of soft pale white flesh in between.
My eyes catch up before my brain does, but that’s probably because of the beer. I can’t tear my gaze away from what I’m seeing right now. Averyfamiliar outfit on averyfamiliar body with averyfamiliar voice.
“What…” I manage to mutter before long white hair drops into view followed by her face.That face.A cute dimpled chin, round cheeks that nearly swallow up her big blue eyes when she smiles, and supple apple-shaped lips currently covered in some coffee-colored lipstick.
My beer lands in my lap, splashing cold carbonated liquid all over my bare chest and flannel pajama pants.
“Fuck!” I bark, dropping my phone, grabbing the can from my couch and setting it on the coffee table. I run to the kitchen to grab a towel, drying myself off while gaping at my phone still playing from the floor and my fucking stepsister’s voice filling the room.
Mia? No.
Ignoring the mess seeping into the fabric of my sofa, I go back over to the phone on the floor, carefully glancing at the screen, as if she can see me, which she can’t, and waiting for my eyes to correct themselves because theymustbe wrong.
It’s just a woman who looks eerily similar to Mia.
But then she hangs her head back and laughs, a full cackle that always comes out just a little bit deeper than her speaking voice.
Yep, that’s Mia all right.
Finally gathering the courage to pick up my phone, I lift it from the floor and stare at my sister on the screen.
She’s not your sister, asshole.
