by Isa Mazzei
RomeoTurtle: haha
Romeo stayed engaged with Snowman for a few minutes, and during that time I had to prove I was worth watching.
“Guys, Romeo is new to our room. Can someone buy him a flash?” I smiled and leaned into the camera.
Wild_West tipped 150 tokens: there ya go Romeo! Welcome!
I squealed, and asked Romeo his preference: ass or vagina, since my boobs were already out.
RomeoTurtle: Wow, what a welcome!
RomeoTurtle: Uhhhh idk guys what should I pick?
bombNo.20: all of it’s good man
secret_bee: you know what i’d choose ;)
OdinWarrior tipped 151 tokens: show him your ass Una
I obliged, hoping that Romeo liked full-frontal assholes.
bombNo.20: So are we doing a seance or what?
Wild_West: I think that’s a yes.
“Okay. Someone Google how to do a séance. I need to grab some candles!” I jumped up and ran into my bathroom, grabbing the box of IKEA tea candles I kept under the sink. On a whim, I also pulled the mirror off my wall, to use as a flat surface. Didn’t want to light my room on fire or anything. Awkward way to die.
I set the mirror flat on my bed, and scooched back against the wall so that both the mirror and my body were on camera.
bombNo.20: okay there’s like 50 different chants you can do
1NerdyGuy: Is this like that bloodymary thing you did as a kid?
bombNo.20: oh man I remember that
I quickly arranged the candles on the mirror and lit them with a lighter. “Okay, we’re swapping the count. Now, when we hit it, I’ll get naked and we will speak to ghosts.”
secret_bee: YAY!
Glitchez22: So into this
The candles burned hot in front of me.
MarioLuis: bb have a drink you look stressed
OdinWarrior: I’m having a beer
SirDaddy: Yeah can we tip for shots?
I glanced at the messages and let out a small laugh. “We’re holding a séance, Daddy.”
SirDaddy tipped 50 tokens: have some blood of Christ then ;)
bombNo.20: apparently starting at midnight is kind of important.
“Then we have eighteen minutes to hit the count!” I knelt and shimmied a bit, trying to coax the newcomers into tipping me. “Daddy, do you want a flash instead of a shot?”
SirDaddy didn’t say anything. Tipping a girl to get drunk was a favorite activity on the site, and some girls would host beer- and wine-tasting nights where viewers would drink the same drinks as her. Some girls even played modified drinking games in their rooms. I supposed I’d have to tell them sooner or later. I had decided to stop drinking after drunkenly coming home one night to my own drunk mother. As we stumbled around the house together, eating cheese and trying to hide our slurring from each other, I realized that her future was not the one I wanted. It hadn’t been that big a deal to me, but now, after a few months on the site, it felt like I was lying to my room if I didn’t share.
“And anyway, I’m sober.” I said it softly, nonchalantly. As if everyone already knew. “Bomb, what else do I need besides candles?”
The messages paused for a beat, as if the room were absorbing this new information. Then they rolled with it, as if they already knew too.
Wild_West: I don’t drink either. Who needs to drink when you’ve got the company of such a pretty girl ;)
bombNo.20: you don’t need anything except candles and people who believe in spirits. And then ideally at midnight you just like, invite the spirits in
snowman7: invite the spirits where exactly? LOL
SirDaddy: Oh sorry, didn’t realize.
A couple private messages popped up, as I knew they would.
Private Message from Demon9: I didn’t realize you were sober, Una! That’s impressive. Any reason?
Private Message from OdinWarrior: You are so strong and beautiful Una. I also struggle with drinking because of my PTSD
Private message from OdinWarrior: We have so much in common
I focused back on the room without replying. “Thirteen minutes until the séance! And only…one thousand one hundred and thirty-four tokens to go!”
Demon9: What if we don’t hit the count?
“Well, then there’s no séance. And the ghosts might get angry.”
Wild_West tipped 50 tokens: Would not want you to get haunted, Una
OdinWarrior tipped 250 tokens: For the beautiful and strong Una!
“Aw, thank you guys! Thank you Odin!” I blew a kiss into the camera. Alex wasn’t online that night—he was with his youngest son at the midnight premiere of some movie. Odin was a lot calmer than usual without Alex to rile him up, but also a lot less trigger happy with the tips.
snowman7: Are we still doing palms? Cuz I got some sweaty hands for you
“Ew, is that a euphemism, Snowman?” I forced a laugh. “My email’s on my profile. Send them along!”
As I waited for Snowman’s palms to come through, Odin sent another message.
Private Message from OdinWarrior: You’re the best, Una.
I typed back.
Private Message from TheOnlyUna: So are you!
Private message from OdinWarrior: Private tonight?
He was hoarding his tokens so he could talk to me later. Annoying.
Private Message from TheOnlyUna: Oh, definitely. I just want to make sure we hit this count first, before Knight signs on. He told me he’d be late, but he didn’t say *how* late
Private Message from OdinWarrior: I wish you didn’t have to keep him around. But I understand
Back in the main chat room, Odin killed the count in a single twenty-five-dollar tip.
OdinWarrior tipped 584 tokens: time for the seance.
Demon9: Yay Odin!
Wild_West: Thank you, sir.
Okay, I thought. I’m getting good at this.
×××
I started settling into a routine. The few hours between waking and camming were spent running errands for my show, getting waxed and manicured, or picking up props, toys, or costumes. I loved planning my shows, and I especially looked forward to holidays.
It was early afternoon on Veteran’s Day, a holiday I used to think about as nothing more than a day off school. But on a camsite, Veteran’s Day meant a lot. Especially when my biggest tipper was a veteran. If I didn’t do a show that was on-theme, I’d lose out to the girls prancing around with American flags. Moreover, I would look like an asshole.
I pushed my cart through the home goods aisle at Target, grabbing American-themed items where I could find them. A stitched throw pillow with a map of the US, a fuzzy Stars-and-Stripes throw blanket. An American flag clock. An American flag mug. An actual American flag. An American flag welcome mat? Might as well. Maybe I could hang it on the wall.
I had decided during tonight’s show I would give back to the veterans. I was generous, after all. And kind. And caring. Forget just prancing around with a flag, I’d prance around with a flag and donate my tips to charity. I could even offer veterans a special preview of my porn video. And when it came time for the cumshow, I’d dedicate my orgasm to all the men and women serving overseas, protecting our country.
I turned toward the craft section, pushing the cart a bit too fast and leaping up on the back to ride it, continuing my hunt. I wanted something to offer in exchange for donations—something more than just spanks and flashes. I could buy a bunch of toys from the dollar bin and auction them off… No, that would be stupid. I could make something. I picked up crochet hook. That would take too long. And wasn’t fun to watch.
I had seen Queen Molly do a show once where she drew custom portraits of her viewers in exchange for tips. She wasn’t particularly talented, but the portraits were funny, which was all that mattered. Her viewer
s threw showers of tokens at her in order to watch her attempt to draw.
Lucky3Can: Molly, my nose is *not* that big
Giggleghoster_12: can u plz make his eyebrows bigger
Lucky3Can: how do you know I even have eyebrows hmmmmmm? -_-
Afterward, the portraits hung on a wall behind Queen Molly’s bed. There was something that cam viewers loved about interacting with a girl’s bedroom, knowing that they had paid to create an object that was physically close to her. Molly would run her fingers over the portraits as she walked past them on cam, sometimes going as far as kissing one when its subject left her an especially satisfying tip. The portraits served as a placard: each announced the importance of the tipper who had commissioned it.
I looked over packs of construction paper, colored markers, glitter. Glue. Stickers. Pipe cleaners. Googly eyes! I could make animals, fashion a pet for each tipper. That would be funny to watch, and it would give me something to put their names on. They’d get a kick out of how abysmal my crafting skills were, and I’d have something to hang on the wall behind my bed to remind my tippers they were important to me.
“Come one, come all, to a very special fundraising event!” I screeched into my webcam that evening. “Tonight we are raising money for the Wounded Warrior Project! Half of all tips will be donated.” The website took half my tips anyway as commission, so really I’d only be donating a quarter of the total tips, or half my income. All the tips would still count toward my rank which, I decided, is all that really mattered.
I set my status.
Model: TheOnlyUna
Status: Online
Room Topic: WOUNDED WARRIOR FUNDRAISER! 50% OF TIPS DONATED!! Make a small animal: 150 tokens, medium: 250 tokens, large: 500 tokens. High Tipper: no one yet :) HIGHEST DONATION gets special video preview
Countdown: 10,500 until bra off! Rank: 315
I assembled my craft supplies: gel pens, construction paper, scissors, pom poms, pipe cleaners, glitter. Viewers joined my chat room and messages of support quickly came in.
1NerdyGuy: It is completely awesome of you to donate to wounded warrior! You’re the best person I know
I really was. “Aw, I just wanted to plan something special to honor our veterans! No big deal!” Nerd was sweet, but a total suckup. He never tipped.
Wild_West: donating your tips is /huge/.
Demon9: Yes, very generous.
Demon9: What’s this video you’re previewing?
“You gotta tip to find out.” I winked. “I promise you’ll like it.”
Demon9: There’s no way I’ll ever be your highest donation
Wild_West: I can get us started off
Wild_West tipped 100 tokens
“Wild! Thank you so much!” I clapped my hands. “Our first donation!”
As more and more viewers popped into the room, the conversation picked up, everyone expectantly waiting for me to explain my room topic. Once the room reached two hundred people, Demon9 asked, right on cue:
Demon9: Una, care to explain what these animals are that we can tip for?
“Well, Demon, so glad you asked.” I bowed my head, playing into the cheesy gimmick. “Tonight, you guys can tip me to make you animals! I’ll make an animal of your choice. It’s 150 for a small one, 250 for a medium one, and 500 for a huge one! They’ll go up here.” I patted the wall behind me. “And don’t forget, half of all tips are donated!”
OdinWarrior: What a great idea Una!
KnightMan_77: I want an animal
KnightMan_77 tipped 500 tokens
OdinWarrior tipped 501 tokens
OdinWarrior: me too. Love donating to a good cause!
“Woah woah woah, Odin! You’re amazing. Thank you for your donation! And look how much you shaved off the count!” I grabbed several pieces of paper. “Okay, Odin, Knight—what animals do you want, and what colors should they be?”
OdinWarrior tipped 501 tokens: make me a wolf!
“You got it! Wow, thank you.” I cheered as I grabbed green construction paper and began outlining what I hoped looked like a wolf with thick, black marker. “I’m gonna give him huge teeth. He’s gonna be ferocious.”
OdinWarrior: A warrior, like me.
“Oh right! I can’t believe I forgot. You guys, did you know Odin is a veteran? We all owe him our thanks today!”
Demon9: Thank you for your service my good sir!
1NerdyGuy: Thank you Odin!
snowman7: much obliged, OdinWarrior
Wild_West sent a row of bowing dancer emojis as I cut out the wolf. I tacked on a googly eye with some Elmer’s glue and then wrote Odin’s name across his body in gold glitter letters. “Here’s your wolf, Odin! Our first animal of the night.” I held it up to the camera for the room to see.
Gigglegrape: It looks kind of like an aardvark
“What, Giggle? No, it doesn’t.” I turned and inspected the wolf. Its face was kind of long, and its nose was a bit squared off at the end. “It’s got fangs!”
Gigglegrape: A vampire aardvark then
1NerdyGuy: or a javelina
Wild_West: What’s a javelina?
“Yeah, what’s a javelina?” I shook the aardvark-wolf a bit, making its googly eyes jump around.
1NerdyGuy: soft “j” like “havelina”
1NerdyGuy: it’s a wild pig thing. They live in Arizona
OdinWarrior: I’m happy with a wild pig. Those things are dangerous
Gigglegrape: I maintain it’s a vampire aardvark
“I think he’s cute, either way.” I kissed the aardvark-wolf-javelina, taking care not to get gold glitter glue on my mouth. “Thank you Odin for blessing us with our first animal of the night.” I stuck it to the wall with a small metal tack. “Okay, who’s next?”
KnightMan_77: I wanted one.
KnightMan_77 tipped 500 tokens
OdinWarrior: I tipped for more than one didn’t I?
“Oh yeah, Odin. You tipped for…Umm...” I scrolled up the chat room trying to add up his tips.
Demon9: He tipped for 3 animals, Una.
“Thank you! Odin, you get two more animals, but I figured I could do Knight’s now and then alternate?”
OdinWarrior: Sure thing.
“Okay, Knight, what can I make for you?”
KnightMan_77 tipped 500 tokens: an elephant. I know it’s your favorite animal.
Fuck, Alex. I shot him a quick private message.
Private message from TheOnlyUna: Alex, don’t announce to the room actual things about me!
Private Message from KnightMan_77: Sorry.
Private Message from KnightMan_77: No one will notice.
I made Alex’s elephant out of blue paper, cutting quickly so I could get back to Odin’s.
Wild_West: Guys what animal should I get?
Demon9: I feel like you need a falcon or something
snowman7: Bird of pray yeah
snowman7: *prey
Wild_West: Hmmmm. I don’t know if I trust Una to make wings xD
“Here’s your elephant, Knight!” I held it up, a lopsided blue blob with a long, thin trunk. I pinned it to the wall behind me. Alex could deal with subpar crafts.
secret_bee: It kinda looks like the wolf is eating the elephant
Glitchez22: or trying to fuck it?
Wild_West: xD xD xD
“Okay, Odin! Back to you. What animal do you want next?” Odin tipped me to make a cheetah and asked me to place it chasing the elephant. Alex tipped for a dragon chasing the cheetah. The room cheered, loving the rivalry.
Private Message from OdinWarrior: i’m serious una, I don’t know if I can stay in your room with this guy around. He’s always trying to one-up me and he doesn’t respect that i’m your biggest tipper
Private Message from TheOnlyUna: I’m
so sorry. I’ll tell him to get lost. You know you’re special to me. I mean, I chose wounded warriors because of you
Private Message from OdinWarrior: I know but that guy is really rubbing me the wrong way
Off camera, I grabbed my phone and texted Alex.
Belle: Dude, stop it. You’re pissing Odin off too much and he’s threatening to leave
Alex: He’s being a child. Who cares? Let him leave.
Belle: HELLO, I NEED HIM
Odin was clearly very fragile, and I knew that Alex’s tipping was milking him for more than he could afford. Odin was a database administrator. He had money, but not Alex-level money. I wanted him to stay around as long as possible, which meant that he needed to be tipping me a sustainable amount of money. More than that, I wanted to do my job well. My job was to make him happy, and his job was to give me tips. He was doing his part, but Alex was making it hard for me to do mine.
I knew Alex was helping me out and that he wanted me to succeed—but I also knew that he missed me and that watching my cam show was a surrogate for the relationship I had ended. We still hung out, but it was platonic, and I was beginning to feel his eyes when I got naked, even through the computer. He wanted to maintain a certain amount of power, and being the biggest tipper in my room was a surefire way for him to do that, even if he was tipping much less than before.
“So, guys, I’m naked, and we’ve raised six hundred dollars for the Wounded Warrior Project, I mean, how could this night get any better?”
Odin had gone silent in chat, but I could still see him on the viewer list.
Alex hadn’t texted me back.
I smiled into the camera.
VikingMan: I could think of one or two ways it could get better
1NerdyGuy: *nods*
Demon9: Another count, perhaps
“Another countdown?” I asked. “I just can’t think of a single thing we could countdown to…” I shrugged my shoulder and bit my finger, widening my eyes innocently. “Whatever could we do?”
snowman7: can’t think of a single thing
Wild_West: nope me neither ¯_(ツ)_/¯
My private messages binged as a message came in from Demon9. As my room helper, he was able to update and change my room topic.
Private Message from Demon9: Should I set a countdown for a cumshow?