by Kane, Janine
Darren 860: Hey sexy... We’d love to know what you’re watching, but just tell us a little about her. What’s she doing?
The words came, despite Eva’s lingering shyness. “Um . . . She’s wearing a little, fuchsia, lacy teddy and she has lovely big breasts . . . They’re really nice . . . Um, she’s kind of running her fingers over them now,” she added, unconsciously mimicking Nadia again and imagining the electric sensations the blonde would be feeling. “She’s really sexy . . . Her lingerie is kind of see-through . . . Like, you can almost see her . . .”
Twenty men asked at once:
See her what?
Hands covering her face in a sudden bout of shyness, Eva took a large swig of wine and straightened her back in mock propriety before saying, “You can almost see her pussy.”
Horatio2000: How does it look, Eve?
“She looks . . . really wet . . . her pussy is really wet,” Eva said. Loosened by the wine, and quickly becoming as wet as Nadia, Eva brought her most honeyed tones to the description. The positive comments rolled in.
Nadia grinned at the camera as another generous fan tipped her into performing the next thing on her list. “She’s really well organized,” Eva quipped, “obviously been doing this a lot longer than I have”.
Horatio2000: You don’t need to be experienced to turn me on; you just need to be you.
“That’s sweet, Horatio.” Nadia knelt up and presented her slender bottom to the camera, closer than ever before. “She has a lovely ass,” Eva found herself saying. “Her panties only cover about half of it. She’s reaching under to touch herself, to stroke her panties, right on her pussy”.
BennyAllNight: Good girl, Eve. Hmm... it makes me so hard to hear you say that... don’t hold back on us, sweetie.
To the increasingly obvious delight of her growing fan-base, Eva pressed on with more confidence. “Her fingertips are just on the fabric of her panties, but she’s running them over her lips. She’s so excited and wet . . . you can see her wetness through her panties.”
Horatio2000: Does that go for you too, sweet Eve?
Smiling, Eva found herself saying, “A little bit, Horatio. Just a little,” and the room exploded with questions, polite enquiries as to exactly how wet she was, and what might make her even wetter. Then a tiny ding made Eva aware of a new Proposal, sent in the form of a short private message. It said:
Horatio2000: You’re doing great / To make us wait / But would this buy / A little thigh? (50 tokens)
All she had to do was to click ‘OK’ under the request, and the money would be deposited. Her mouth suddenly dry, Eva’s finger hovered over the mouse button. Why not? Eva was feeling good, feeling very sexy, and besides, much of her thigh was already on display. She clicked ‘OK’ and smiled warmly to the camera. “I guess Horatio is about to become the most popular man in the room. Hope you like it,” Eva said in her most sultry voice, and blew a little kiss at the screen before sitting back in her chair and slowly, ever so slowly, bringing across the fabric of her dress to accentuate its thigh-high slit.
As the gap became greater, the beautifully pale skin of her upper thigh was deliciously revealed to her fans. She brought the edge of the material across her knee, letting the fabric settle between her legs, exposing her inner thigh as far as an inch below her panties. With a wicked smile and an inner thrill which warmed her lower tummy, Eva parted her legs a little more and stroked her soft inner thigh with two fingertips, back and forth in a lazy, sexy pattern.
Not surprisingly, her inbox was suddenly bulging with more private offers. Most were beyond the pale, but a handful were enough to cause her finger to hover once more over the mouse:
BillyRicky: Mail me your sweet, wet panties (200 tokens)
DarthVaguer: Do you have toys? How about a dildo show? (250 tokens)
GreenMonster: Will you finger your ass for me, honey? (100 tokens)
SubbyHubby: Give your nipple a gentle suck for us (150 tokens)
ErectionCycle: Bend over and stroke your bottom, then open and show it to us baby (175 tokens)
GodsGiftGoneWrong: Make your fingers wet, off camera if you want, and then lick them slowly... want to watch you taste yourself (200 tokens)
In the end, it was Horatio who caught her eye in the most pleasing way. The power Eva felt, deciding which requests to accept and reject, made her feel incredibly sexy, like a commanding dominatrix; especially in this mask, she mused. She imagined herself with a whip in hand, beating aside the groveling men she chose to ignore, but then bestowing wondrous favors on those she felt were worthy. Her arousal was enhanced by the wine, doubled by how much she was being desired by perfect strangers, and tripled by this growing sense of awesome sexual power.
Horatio2000: A joy to see you acquiesce / And pull aside your sexy dress / But would it only bring protests / To ask if one might see your breasts? (80 tokens)
Eva laughed out loud and said, “Oh, Horatio, you’re a sweetie . . . clever, polite and poetic, too!” She looked into the camera with a mix of innocent confusion and sultry lust. “Do you really think, Horatio, that people would protest if I showed them what’s under here,” she asked, stroking her breasts through the fabric of her dress. “I can cover things up, if you believe I’m offending delicate sensibilities,” she quipped. At once, the screen lit up with actual protests, block capital prayers for her not to cover anything.
Eva looked back at his request, and found her mind removed from the equation, her hands now entirely in control. The mouse click happened on an aroused, unthinking autopilot, and as she smiled beautifully to the camera, she felt her fingers slowly unsnapping her bra. Hidden, still, by the plunging fabric of her dress, her breasts seemed to have their own opinions about being flaunted to the jaw-dropped crowd; she could feel incredibly hard, tightened, sensitive nipples pressing against the dress, their perkiness probably, she reasoned, visible to her fans.
BennyAllNight: Beautiful, baby... firm and perky... let us see?
Her bra fell into her lap and soft fingertips began playing gently over the fabric which hid her increasingly sensitive breasts. Eva’s thumb and forefinger found her nipple and her head spun slightly as a little pressure brought new, warm, sexy energy to the excited place between her legs. It would be the simplest of acts to slide the material over and give her generous audience what they wanted. With her body still making all the decisions, she found herself standing right in front of the camera, her fingers playing over her hidden nipples.
Darren860: Hmmm yes darling... I want to feel my tongue sliding over them... so delicious
It was all she needed. With her thumb, she gently pushed the fabric away from her left breast, letting the firm globe with its scarlet, hardened nipple appear from underneath. The room went crazy.
BennyAllNight: Ohhhhhh... imagine me nibbling them, getting them super hard, then sucking...
Darren 860: I’d cradle you and suck them for hours and hours
JazzSinger80: They’re so hard baby, you must be lovely and wet down below... I love imagining that...
Among the thirty requests which immediately appeared was one which received a simple click as soon as she saw it. Eva slipped a finger into her mouth and brought the wetness to her nipple, using it to tease and turn and stroke her receptive little bud to a new hardness. She brought her breast closer to the camera, proud of her arousal now, unselfconsciously enjoying both the arousal which spread throughout her young body like a searching flame, and the obvious pleasure she was bringing to these entranced men. Six of them had already requested that she view their cameras – for a fee, naturally – and assured her of just how aroused she had made them:
Darren860: Super hard for you, Eve... Come and look...
GordonStone: Stroking the biggest erection of my life, all for you...
Sexpertease: Already slick with precum baby... watch me spurt all over
She considered these offers as her moistened, tingling nipple received a few more caresses and gentle twists. Rec
alling her role as Juliet, she knew that her Romeo wouldn’t have been able to resist touching himself; once he’d viewed her thigh and her delicate nipple play, his cock would be pulsing with excitement. She imagined Juliet’s eyes locked on the screen, taking in every inch of him . . .
But, no. She clicked back to Nadia and found the Russian blonde giving the room a seductive panty tease; inching closer to the camera every few moments, she pulled the light purple underwear into a thin patch of cloth which hid her pussy lips, but revealed the smooth surrounding skin. At least one of Eva’s clients noticed the direction of her glances.
Darren860: What’s she doing now, Eva?
“Teasing them with her panties,” she replied. “You can almost see her pussy, but she’s hiding it . . . kinda showing it, but not showing it.”
GordonStone: You want to see it, don’t you?
Where’s the harm? “I do . . . I want her to show it to me . . .” Beneath her dress, the warmth which had been gathering between her legs since she sat down had now become a conspicuous wetness in her panties, a sheen of excitement which bathed her lips in wetness.
Nadia had brought her mound right up to the camera and was pulling her panties this way and that, driving her room absolutely wild. “I bet she’s getting a lot of requests, probably lots of tokens too.” And it was this which prompted Gordon to make his offer:
GordonStone: Would you tease us, just like her? (150 tokens)
Eva glanced down and considered the offer. I don’t have to show anything, Eva reminded herself, looking back at Nadia’s show. She’s just teasing them. I could do that, too. Where’s the harm?
She clicked ‘OK’ and slid her dress back to cover her breast, leaning back and bringing the fabric aside once more to show her inner thigh. Taking a deep breath, she opened her legs much further than before, closed her eyes, and brought the dress material all the way across, revealing her wonderfully sexy black panties.
GordonStone: Hmmm... closer baby... but not too close ;)
“OK,” she said shyly, and brought the camera down off its mounting above the monitor to a more intimate location on the edge of her computer desk. Then, her tummy fluttering excitedly, she slid her hand between her legs and slowly ran her fingers up and down her panties, over her wet pussy. With a thumb which was almost shaking with nerves, she eased down the fabric. Every few seconds, she took it lower, until her thumb rested on her clothed, excited clit, and her audience could see a little patch of the soft hairs which decorated her mound. They wanted her to push her panties down further, but she had other ideas. Make them wait . . .
Fingertips traced, up and down, the unrevealed pinkness which dozens of men had already offered hundreds of tokens for her to show. Eva glanced back to Nadia’s show and found that her room was being richly rewarded. The sexy blonde was teasing on all fours now, pulling her panties away from her wetness and letting them see more and more as the tokens flooded in. “Oh, she’s so close to showing everything,” Eva almost whispered. “Her panties are so wet,” she found herself saying, “her lips must be covered in juice . . . She’s so excited now.” Then she paused, “Oh . . . Oh, wow . . .”
Someone had donated the magic amount, and Nadia grinned sexily as she gave two thousand men the view of her they had wanted for the last hour. Eva found her mouth dry as she told her own room, “She has her back to the camera, and she’s sliding her panties slowly down her perfect ass . . . she’s revealed deep pink . . . hmmm . . . deliciously sexy pussy lips, and her ass . . . Oh, she’s lovely . . .”
There was the soft ding of another request from Horatio:
Horatio2000: My manhood’s pleased / To be so teased / But seeing your bum / Would make me come (250 tokens)
With barely a second’s thought, Eva ran her fingers up through the warmth between her legs once more, and then rose, turned around and bent over the chair to show her cute ass to the crowd. Blushing wildly, but on fire with a strong, new arousal, she gently swayed, side to side, aware of the almost impossible thinness of the material which lay between her audience and the moist places they longed to see. Eva felt her smaller opening tighten slightly at the thought of being viewed by – what was it now, a thousand? – men, all of them bulging with excitement and ready to pay handsomely for the privilege of seeing what she was so carefully hiding.
Despite his earlier assertion, Horatio was very much still in the game:
Horatio2000: If your fingers should go / To your treasures below / My cock would explode / With a hot, creamy load (500 tokens)
As poetry went, it was hardly Wordsworth, but he was the closest to being a Romeo for her Juliet. It was perhaps the easiest ‘OK’ to click, answering her question as to what miracles a Romeo would need to perform to persuade Juliet to disrobe, and to open up and play with herself for his pleasure.
Eva sat comfortably, her legs parted and skirt thrown aside to reveal her panties, and made a big show of slowly sliding her hand lower, down her tummy, past and underneath the waistband of her underwear, and into the unbelievable warmth emanating from her excited, swollen femininity. Tips arrived in a cavalcade of dings and beeps, but Eva ignored them; as well as pleasing her Romeo, Eva knew for sure that her Juliet would insist on her own climax. Whether watched by one man, or by – Jesus, was that 2000? – the thrill of exposure, of sharing her most intimate moments, was more than enough to excite her far beyond her expectations. Beneath her panties, a pool of Eva’s wetness had gathered at her opening, and then spread out to lubricate her inner and outer pussy lips, her insanely swollen clit, an even the soft cleft below.
GordonStone: Oh yes, baby... enjoy it...
DarthVaguer: Holy shit Eve... I’m not gonna hold on much longer...
GodsGiftGoneWrong: Look how wet she is, boys... soooo sexy, Eve...
BennyAllNight: If she comes, I’m gonna fuckin’ die from happiness
“God, I’ve never been so wet,” she breathed, and then gasped loudly as her fingers began their familiar circling of her clit, an act she had repeated a thousand times, though this particular come would be memorably, gushingly unique. Only once before had she masturbated in front of a man, during one of her earliest trysts at high school, and she hoped the results would be the same, for both parties; a huge, body-shaking climax for her, and an equally huge outpouring of pleasure from her loving audience.
Her search for an orgasm was as joyful and wet as it was quick. Swollen beyond anything she had known before, her clit responded by overloading her pleasure circuits with giant volleys of pre-orgasmic bliss. She rode the short, few steps, feeling the tension build inside her, feeling the fabric of her black panties becoming inundated, feeling the orgasm take over her body, pushing her fingers to a quicker, harder circle on her clit. Surprised that she could find breath for the words, she almost yelled to the room, “Oh, God, I’m gonna . . .” and, unable to finish, simply let her body speak for her. Shaking in ecstasy, Eva came with an inner savagery she’d never known, gasping and yelling something, anything, as she hit her peak and soaked her panties with another gushing spasm of juices.
Horatio2000: Hmmm I came with you, honey... so good
Seemingly half of the room had coincided their peak with Eva’s own, according to the torrent of happy comments which flooded her chat box. Then, she was surprised to see, there was another request:
Goldman: Lick your wet fingers for me (1000 tokens)
Barely believing what she was seeing, her automated self took over, clicked ‘OK’ one more time and slowly slipped her wet fingers into her mouth.
Half an hour later, Eva stumbled from the unpowered computer to her bed and slept the deep, drunken sleep of a girl who was, on every level, partied out.
***
Her hangover was fierce, but she had prepared cranberry juice cocktail and painkillers to ease the blow. Turning the computer on, and wiping a few remnant smears from last night’s fun off of her chair before sitting down, she checked her account on the webcam site and actually – not
figuratively – fell right off her chair.
Account Balance: $1348.50
Picking herself up, she let the facts sink in: she had attracted, and given pleasure to hundreds of willing strangers, all without them even seeing her face. God, I must have a rockin’ body! It gave her a warm glow which lasted for days. Fleeting concerns that she had come close to prostitution were easily dismissed; she had not actually shown anyone her private places, a quick flash of one nipple being the only exception. All of this money, she was staggered to contemplate, was the result of tantalizing, teasing and carefully leading on a group of men who paid to be seduced, not simply to watch a beautiful girl expose her body.
It only took a couple of hours, she found herself thinking. I could do it only once or twice a week, and I wouldn’t have to wait tables, or clean up after messy, disrespectful customers, or get home at 1am after a back-breaking shift.
After a leisurely breakfast and some careful thought, however, Eva clicked on the websites of her three favorite charities and made $450 donations to each one. She then closed the webcam site account and, in a final, cleansing act, deleted her browser history and put her webcam in the bottom drawer. “Mission accomplished,” she announced to the empty room. She had her research, and had learned that slow, smart, smiley teasing was the key to seduction.
She wrote in her notebook in large letters, “Reel him in but make him WAIT.”
***
Her afternoon reverie was broken only when Tyler’s came home two hours earlier than expected. His shift had finished early, he explained over dinner, as it was only the preliminary assessment of a residential site just outside Stockdale. The foundation hole had already been dug, and he had done the measuring and planning for his company’s role in the construction of a new family home about the same size as their own. “Couple of the guys from McMahon’s were pretty cool characters, Trish. Hope you don’t mind, but I invited one or two of them over for the Rangers game tonight. Nothing big, just maybe four of us. Sound OK?”
“Sure, honey. Nice that you’ve met some new people.” Tyler had complained for months that his social circle, never enormous to begin with, had shrunk depressingly in the last eighteen months as more and more high school and work friends had left for San Antonio, Dallas and further afield. “You gonna do a beer run to Lowes?”
