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“Like you?” I asked, sliding my finger back and forth along my pearl necklace.
Like me. Whatever you need, I’d give you. Whatever your fantasy, I’d fulfill.
And that was it. This was creepy.
“Sorry Billy, I, um… I just realized I can’t stay on. Gotta go.”
I hit the End Call button and shut the private room down.
I flopped back on my bed, stared at the ceiling.
June might be able to do this, but I couldn’t. I had to hope the bank in Missoula would come through.
22
EVE
“Good, you’re here too,”I said, approaching the counter, and Bridget. It would make this conversation a lot easier since she and June were together. The shop was quiet, and I’d been able to duck out and go to Van’s, the local grocery store, to pick up a ten-pound bag of sugar. June was behind the counter and Bridget was putting milk in her to-go cup. She wore a knit hat with a big pom-pom on top. Combined that with her glasses and she looked sixteen.
“I wanted to tell you about the camming.”
“We were just talking about that,” June said, wiping down the counter. “She wants to know specifically how it’s going. Tell her how you have so many followers. We want an update.”
I shook my head. “I stopped. Last night.”
June’s eyes widened. “Stopped? Why? You were raking in the cash.”
“Because I got one guy in a private room, and he was talking about giving me whatever I need and coming all over me and…” I shivered. “How come stuff like that is super-hot to read and hot to do with a guy in real life, but in a cam room, I’m all squidged out?”
June’s eyes widened. “Because you don’t know anything about him,” she reminded. “Where he lives. I don’t think they can do cam stuff in prison, but he could be an ax murderer.”
I laughed but her words didn’t help me feel any less creeped out. Could he really be in prison?
“I did a private room once,” she said. “I know what you mean. I’d rather be in front of a few hundred horny guys sharing dick pics in the comments over one.”
“Has he told you anything about himself?” Bridget asked, taking a sip of her drink.
“Some things,” I replied. There was a stray straw wrapper on the floor, and I grabbed it. “He has a big dick–”
“You’veseenit?” Bridget’s eyes widened behind her glasses.
I shook my head. “Well, no, but he told me about it, how I make him hard.”
She frowned, like the sip she took of her coffee had bad milk.
“Gross.”
“I’m glad you stopped,” June told me. “At least the private room. I don’t think there’s enough red flags in existence to cover a guy getting too into you in there. We grew up knowing not to connect with strangers on the Internet. Fall for them or whatever they might be saying. Ever heard of sex trafficking? Or worse, he could be grooming you for a Satanic sex ritual!”
“That’s a little over the top,” I admitted, but agreed she could be right. “I talked to him the first time. Then he got on again last night and I cut it short after only a few minutes. He wasn’t gross or anything, but a black screen and all made it weird. Then again, seeing the guy jerking off or whatever might be a hell of a lot weirder. Plus, your talk about cults and sex trafficking are only freaking me out even more.” I looked to June. “Why didn’t you start with those possibilities when you had me start camming?”
“Wait, he went on a second time?” Bridget asked, steering back to Billy and the private chat.
I nodded, then waved goodbye to two older men who stopped by almost every morning. “Yes. He bought my time for themonth. Can you believe that? Do you think he’s a stalker?”
“God, maybe. Skip private chats,” June suggested. “Do the group thing like you started out and don’t accept any privates.”
I shook my head. “No. Groups or not, I don’t think camming is for me. I just… can’t. I’m waiting to hear from the bank in Missoula about the loan. I have enough money to float for a little while. I can hold on a little bit longer.”
