Plus, it did sound quite exciting. There was nothing dangerous about the work, it was all online. It wasn’t like a hooker where you met the men in dingy hotels and never quite know how things were going to work out.
Being Cam-girls meant we had control. We could decide who we wanted to watch us, how much they would pay and what we would do. If we didn’t want to do something, we could just say no. Our real names weren’t online and hopefully our parents never went on to Cam sites anyway! It felt like a pretty safe way to have some fun and make money.
Candy showed me how the camera worked. I felt a little shy in the beginning. We played around a bit and we watched some of her old porn movies. I could do this, I thought. I could wear a shirt with nothing underneath and play with my nipples while a man watched. I wouldn’t mind making a few dollars that way. And if they wanted to watch me put my hand in my own panties and play with myself, well, I could do that for a few more dollars.
If they wanted to watch me kiss Candy, I could do that for a hundred dollars! And if they wanted to watch me fuck Candy, I figured that would cost a thousand dollars.
If it was Hugo who came online and wanted to watch the two of us together - we would be very bloody expensive.
We went on to Candy’s site. She was called Candy Starlight, which was her porn name. But now she changed it simply to Candy and Katie, Twins.
I was about to become a porn star too. And we did look like twins.
The first guy who came online was called Philosopher. I learned that while people do not give their real names on Cam sites we could see what they looked like. Philosopher wasn’t bad looking at all. I sat on the bed, next to Candy, while the camera zoomed in on the two of us. He could see us both, in our white shirts with nothing underneath, our long bare legs stretched out on the bed in front of us, our hair hanging loose over our shoulders.
‘What do you want to see, Philosopher?’ Candy asked him. She looked seductively into the camera. As she spoke, I ran my fingernails through her hair, gently over her face, and then, I played gently with her nipples through her shirt, tweaking, pinching, tickling.’
‘Katie, he’s not paying yet!’ Candy admonished me.
And oh dear and I am so sorry but because I liked to be admonished, I carried on.
Lucky Philosopher got a free show. Candy giggled while I played with her nipples then undid her shirt and took one of her breasts in my mouth.
‘Send your credit card details,’ Candy gasped to Philosopher, ‘and we’ll carry on for you.’
We carried on anyway! This was a lot of fun. And when we’d finished and Candy checked online, Philosopher had paid $300. Not bad going for great sex.
‘Thanks Philosopher’ we both waved at the camera, while we buttoned up our shirts again. ‘See you soon.’
As Philosopher left, somebody else logged on to see us and have some fun. Well, to see Candy anyway, they didn’t know that we were now a duo. A cam-site-porn-site duo.
This time it was Hugo.
We could see him and we could see the surprise on his face when he saw not just Candy online, but me too. We were both out of breath, flushed with messy sex hair and smeared lipstick. It was obvious we’d just had sex. And we were still buttoning up our shirts.
I think my shirt was once Hugo’s, it had been a favourite of his that I loved wearing. Maybe Candy’s was also his.
‘Hugo, what a surprise,’ Candy said, cool as a cucumber.
I was quiet. I didn’t know what to say and seeing him like that, though the computer, jolted me. He looked so handsome, so damn sexy, so gorgeous and also - just a little fragile. I still had feelings for him, I couldn't help it. I was sure he still had them for me too.
But it was time to be tough. This was the new me; the Cam-girl, the maybe-a-porn-star too. And I was not going to make anything easy for dear Hugo.
Or, as he liked to call himself online, Sir H.
‘Hello Hugo,’ I said quietly, looking him in the eye, biting my lip and taking in a breath.
‘Katie. I am a little shocked to see you like this but I am not surprised. I am not sure that Candy is a very good influence on you and in a way I blame myself for this. I introduced the two of you to each other and right now, the two of you look very cosy together. Could I ask you, tempt you somehow, to leave Candy’s apartment this minute and to come back home?’
‘Well, now Hugo, that sounds so very tempting. Except for two things. One, I quite like being here with Candy. In fact, I like being here with her very much indeed. And the other thing, dear Hugo, is you forgot to say please.’
I felt a surge of power as I said that to him.
Candy was sitting next to me while I was talking. Her hand had been resting gently on my thigh. Now, she interrupted us.
‘Katie,’ she said. ‘You know I’m not like Hugo. I have good manners and I will always say please. Please Katie darling, please please will you fuck me?’
I looked at Candy. Then I unbuttoned my shirt again, and dropped it to the floor. I was naked underneath. I unbuttoned Candy’s shirt. We were both naked. And just before I kissed her I leaned over and switched off the camera. I wasn’t sure that I wanted Hugo to watch us.
Before I switched it off though I said:-
’Sorry Hugo darling. I don't think I’ll come home tonight. I don’t see you with a wedding ring in your hand, or on your knees proposing. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have Candy right here next to me. She has manners. She calls when she says she is going to call. She doesn't hide me away from the public eye. She is proud to be with me and I am proud to be with her. Take a look at her. She is magnificent, no? Yes, she is. She is the most beautiful, bright, sexy woman in the world and I am going to fuck her brains out right now.’
I waited for him to say something but it looked like he was dying. His face had gone bright red and he was loosening his tie.
Either he was enormously turned on or he was having a heart attack.
‘Bye Hugo, ‘ I said, as I was leaning over Candy, spreading her legs and about to go down on her.
And then I switched off the camera, and the computer, and our bedroom lights. Tomorrow would be another Cam-girl day.
Tomorrow we could deal with Hugo.
Now it was time to sleep. In one cosy bed, the two of us in each other’s arms. We looked pretty damn sexy, even if I say so myself.
We had a future as sexy make-believe twins, if we wanted it. I just wasn't so sure how badly I wanted it.
Chapter Three: In the Kitchen
The next morning Candy and I woke up, grabbed some clothes and went downstairs to get our usual donuts and coffee. As we left the building Candy said a brief ‘hi’ to a guy she bumped into.
He looked vaguely familiar.
‘Who’s that?’ I asked Candy, feeling a small twinge of jealousy.
‘Oh,’ Candy giggled. ‘That’s Mark, the guy from across the building, the guy who loves to watch! He probably watched us last night too. He’s cool, he’s a friend, I told you all about him.’
I blushed furiously thinking about the things Mark had seen in just two days! We grabbed our food, sipped our coffee and walked around the neighbourhood. Candy introduced me to the local flower seller, her greengrocer, the sexy Barista, all the local pups that she loved, and then showed me her favourite dress shop and lingerie store.
‘I can’t afford those beautiful things anymore,’ I told Candy. ‘Now that I no longer have Hugo as a sugar daddy my money is really tight. And, I don't think he’s giving you money anymore either, is he? We need to start earning soon darling…’
And so, right there and then, we hatched a plan. We needed money. The only really wealthy person we knew was Hugo. He could watch us and pay the same that all the other guys put together would pay. We could use him, the same way he had used us.
I took out my phone and texted Hugo.
Tonight. Six pm. $1000 and you can watch us for half an hour. Don’t be late or you’ll miss us in our new show.
&n
bsp; He didn’t waste any time replying.
$1000? You girls better be fantastic for that amount of money. x H.
I wasn’t sure if that meant he would be online or not, but it was worth a try. It felt a little like blackmail, this thing that we were doing. Was it? I don’t think so. Hugo had kind of got us into this situation, paying Candy for sex, paying me to be his young side-kick. He may as well keep paying for us. Plus, he liked cooking and we had a cooking theme in mind.
We discussed what to do. Even fun sex shows need planning! We even bought new aprons.
The day went by quite fast. I had a few second thoughts and wondered about re-opening my therapy practice or at least letting my clients know that I was back in town but - they all knew about the scandal. They had all left me when they’d heard about my affair with a much older man. They were certainly not going to come back to me for sex addiction therapy. Especially not if they’d seen any of the sexy videos that Candy was now posting online. And I guess I was posting them too, I certainly wasn’t being held captive here. I couldn’t go back to real work. It was the Cam-life for me, for a while anyway.
Candy and I played around a little in the afternoon. She set up the camera in the kitchen and we set the stage. We both dressed up in nothing but our short sexy aprons and high heels. We spread flour over the table and then - when we switched the camera on, we pretended to bake. Or we did bake. We started making a cake. We had at least ten men watching us via our Cam-girl site. Candy reminded them to pay up while she mixed the butter and sugar. They all paid their money. I think we looked fantastic. I looked extremely sexy when I added a little vanilla, licking it off my fingers.
The cake was looking pretty good too.
And then, amongst the flour and the butter and the cake mixture that I licked off Candy’s fingers and apart from the wooden spoon that Candy kept smacking me on the ass with, and apart from my hands that went under her apron and felt for her, and her nipples that found mine and her lips that found mine, we baked. We baked a whole chocolate cake and got sticky and disgusting and covered in batter and then we ate the mixture and we were laughing and naked and oh my god, we had a big audience. In the time we’d started at least another 10 men had joined. And they had all paid excellent money to watch us.
We were good at this. In an hour we’d made a small fortune. We had enough to pay the rent and enough to buy us both a few new dresses. Plus, we had cake!
And we still had our appointment with Hugo. We had agreed to meet him ‘in the bathroom’ at 6pm. It was pretty lucky that we needed a bath, we still had cake mixture down our cleavages and between our legs. We had cake mixture everywhere.
Ever eaten cake mixture off a girl? It’s pretty damn delicious.
And so we moved the camera into the bathroom and again we set the stage. We filled the bath with bubbles and we opened a bottle of bubbly. Candy lit a few candles and spread some rose petals over the bathroom floor. We both put on pretty silk kimonos. It was clear we had nothing underneath. And then we switched on the camera, went onto our Cam-girl site and although we were five minutes early, Hugo was there waiting for us.
‘I have just paid $500,’ he said rather curtly. I think you could begin.’
Candy was experienced at this. She wasn’t going to let Hugo get away with anything.
‘Hugo, my love, my darling, my most special lover,’ she was practically purring. ‘You know the drill. Its $1,000’ if you want to watch us privately. I know you don't like to have other viewers watching at the same time.’
We waited until we saw Hugo’s money had been deposited.
One thousand dollars for just half an hours work. Oh my, yes, I did like this work.
Candy and I got down to business. We both dropped our robes. Slowly. Our bodies looked perfect, especially in the glow of the candlelight. I had a few bruises from the wooden spoon on my bottom which Candy gently stroked. And we both had cake mixture all over us. Candy leaned over towards me. She used her tongue to lick the mixture off my neck and my nipples. She gently stroked my stomach, my thighs and my tits. She used a finger, just one, gently in me. And then she used another, until I was groaning and arching my back and begging her to fuck me. She fucked me. I used my hands and my tongue on her body. Our nipples were both hard, upright and a little desperate to be touched. Our cunts were both aching. We used our fingers on each other and in each other, we couldn’t get enough.
We’d both forgotten Hugo was watching. It was definitely more than half an hour. At least someone was getting his money’s worth.
I was up against the wall with Candy pushing against me, into me. My legs were wrapped around her, my ass against the wall, my tits against hers, kissing her hard, grinding, feeling, oh my god, we came together.
Yes, we cried out, yes yes yes.
And then, pretty exhausted, we stepped into the bath. And we soaped each other while Hugo kept watching us through the camera. We massaged each other’s breasts and shoulders and our nipples touched, I moved my hand between Candy’s legs and I felt for her clit and I rubbed and I massaged while she arched back in the water, her nipples sticking through the bubbles, her sighs driving me mad, her sighs driving Hugo mad. We kissed and we fucked again and we hugged and we forgot about the camera again and we forgot about Hugo too.
When we’d both come, over and over, we looked at the camera, we looked at Hugo and we looked at each other.
‘You can watch us again tomorrow, if you’d like to, Hugo.’
‘I would like that very much ,’ Hugo said, throatily.
‘But the price has gone up to five thousand dollars, sweetheart. You may as well be a sugar daddy to us both.’
And we switched off the computer, not giving Hugo any time to reply.
That night we rolled into bed, pretty exhausted. It had been a good day. The only thing that I did not want to admit was that I was actually missing Hugo. And I was feeling a bit bad for using him, getting to pay us all this money.
‘You need to get some sleep darling.’ Candy said. ‘Tomorrow’s another day and we have work to do.’
Indeed we did. And I most definitely needed my beauty sleep.
We slept. The curtains were open. Of course the guy across the road had been watching us. Who wouldn’t?
Chapter Four: A Very Large Zoom Lens
The next morning Candy and I were hanging out in our pyjamas, cosy in the lounge with cups of tea and girlie magazines, when the doorbell rang. We hadn’t started ‘working’ yet.
‘Who could this be?’ I said, not in the mood to be disturbed at all.
Candy opened the door. We both recognised Hugo’s driver.
‘I’ve come to fetch Katie,’ he said. ‘Hugo would like to see her now.’
Excuse me! We were flabbergasted. That was not part of the deal at all.
‘Tell Hugo we call the shots,’ I said. ‘And tell him the price has gone up from one thousand to ten thousand. He’ll know exactly what the message is about.’
I slammed the door shut.
The doorbell rang again.
‘ Oh come on, ‘ I said, yelling at the driver. ‘Give us a break.’
He showed no emotion whatsoever, but then, he never had. I remember the first time I had met him; he always used to bring me gifts from Hugo.
‘I needed to give you this, Madame.’ He handed over a box. It’s from Mr Davenport.’
‘Give it back to him, ‘ I said. ‘Tell Hugo, it’s two of everything from now on. If he wants to see me, he sees Candy with me. If he sends me a necklace, or a dress, or a fucking Ferrari, he sends two. Got it?’
‘Yes Madame.’
The driver was gone although I swear I could see a small smile. It wasn’t often that people said ‘no’ to Hugo Davenport.
I smiled, thinking maybe we would open the curtains and see two Ferraris waiting for us on the street below. I had a look but the only thing I saw was Mark, our ‘neighbour’ at this window.
We logged online. Our Cam-site was bo
oming, it seemed that people were lining up to see us!
Hah, the porn life was a good life.
We played around a little, kissed for a couple of privates, did a little fondling and a little ass spanking but nothing too hectic. Mostly, we were waiting for Hugo to come online.
He did, at six pm on the dot.
We kept our clothes on, although we still looked very damn sexy.
‘Hugo,’ Candy said. ‘You’ve been a bad boy. You know the rules. What were you thinking, calling for Katie on her own? A bad boy, you’ve been a very bad bad boy. You’re going to have to pay for that mistake you know’
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