Cam Girl

by Sage L. Morgan

  cam girl

  S.L. Morgan

  Copyright © 2013 S. L. Morgan

  All Rights Reserved. This book may not be reproduced, in whole or part, without the express written consent of the author.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Cam Girl (Cam Girl Series, #1)

  Author’s Note

  Crazy wasn't a word that Arianna was used to hearing, yet she had been called "crazy" on three different occasions during the past four hours.

  The first time had been when she had told Paige what she was planning for the evening. Are you crazy? Paige had texted back. Arianna never responded, and Paige retaliated by calling her about once every twenty minutes.

  "Let her worry," Arianna told herself as she ignored Paige's twenty-fourth call. She had spent too much of her time hiding in Paige's shadow. Tonight was her night. After tonight, everything was going to be different.

  The second time had been at the upscale lingerie store. Arianna bit her lip, feeling heat creeping up her neck, as she handed a price tag to the cashier. "I'm going to wear this out," she explained.

  The cashier, a skinny goth with a pierced nose, knitted his brows together as he looked at the price tag and back at Arianna. His blue eyes fell down to the bit of skin exposed over the collar of her wool coat, which was buttoned over her new purchase.

  "Oh!" he said, realization lighting up his face. He scanned the barcode and accepted Arianna's credit card. "I guess you must be a pretty crazy girl, huh?" He eyed her hungrily as he handed her the receipt, poking at his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.

  And the very last time was just now, as she sat alone inside the Cafe du Nuit wearing a heavy coat with almost nothing underneath. I really must be crazy, Arianna caught herself thinking as she sipped her iced water. She could feel sweat trailing down the backs of her legs.

  "May I take your coat?" somebody asked from behind.

  Arianna turned in her chair, parting her lips to decline, when her words caught in her throat. Jackson smiled and extended his hand.

  "Hi, Arianna," he said. "You look nice. I've never seen you without your glasses."

  Arianna's blood rushed as she took his hand. Jackson looked even sexier outside of class, if that was possible. He wore a simple Yale hoodie over jeans, nothing that Arianna hadn't seen before, but up close she could see the contours of his chest beneath the fabric. She imagined peeling it off and pushing him against a wall, letting her fingers roam over his muscled arms. The thought left a tingle in her panties. It was something she had wanted to do since the first day of Women's Studies.

  Well, she was finally about to get the chance.

  "Business opportunity" was what Jackson had called it when he approached her that day. The fans of his web show knew him as "Tyler."

  “I’ve only been doing solo shows so far, but guys don’t make as much as girls,” he had explained as they strolled through the Yale student union.

  Arianna had tried to follow along as he explained how his show worked. It was hard to look him directly in the eyes, but even harder to let her gaze fall on his smooth, tan forearms or his broad hands. She had spent many hours in class watching Jackson from across the room, at the way his hands turned the pages of his book, wondering how they would feel on her skin.

  “I make just under a thousand a night on weekends. I think we could double that if I had a female partner.”

  He looked pointedly at Arianna and raised his eyebrows.

  “Me?” she said incredulously.

  “I understand if you don’t want to. My job is pretty unconventional.”

  Arianna had almost laughed. Damn straight, his job was unconventional, but that wasn’t what worried her. Jackson was like a rich, chocolate cake, on the verge of being too decadent for Arianna to handle all at once. “I’ll think about it,” she had said.

  She had known what her answer was going to be as she watched him jog away in the sunlight, his right arm bulging as it held his textbook to his broad chest.

  "Sorry, what?" she asked, jerking herself back to the present when she realized Jackson's lips had formed words.

  "Should we take my car?" Jackson repeated.

  "Oh. Yeah, that's fine," Arianna said.

  She followed Jackson into the parking lot, suddenly feeling like a little sister following her brother. He didn't shorten his strides, forcing Arianna to hurry to keep up. It made her heart sink. Perhaps it was nothing more than a business opportunity after all. But when he opened the passenger door for her and touched the small of her back, Arianna suppressed a shiver of excitement.

  "Can I ask you something, Jackson?" she asked as he started the engine. "Why did you ask me, out of all the girls in our class? Or maybe I was just the first one to say yes."

  Jackson laughed, the small sound enough to make Arianna hot between her legs, but she had only pretended to be joking. Next to the other girls in class, Arianna was downright forgettable.

  "No. I asked you because of what you said last week about strippers."

  "Really?"

  "Yeah, about how it makes women more powerful than men. That really made me notice you."

  Arianna turned to the window to hide her smile.

  "The other girls are...not as smart as you," Jackson continued, pausing to chuckle. "Plus, I can tell you have no problem with just casual sex."

  "Of course," Arianna said, fixing her eyes straight ahead as her stomach hardened into a leaden knot. Just casual sex. She repeated those three words to herself, banishing all thoughts of a candlelit dinner, of romance. Her hopes had made her lose touch with reality. Obviously, Jackson wasn't interested in her in that way.

  Arianna gripped the collar of her coat and focused on the payout. Fifty percent exactly. Now that Jackson had made the boundaries clear, she wanted to make sure she got every cent.

  At his apartment, Jackson poured two glasses of wine and gave Arianna a brief tour before taking her to the studio. It was essentially the second bedroom decorated in the Spartan aesthetic of a hotel room. His only equipment was a laptop with a built-in webcam.

  Arianna sat on the bed and gulped down half of her wine as Jackson turned on his laptop. This is where he does it, she thought as she placed a hand on the soft, clean sheets. An image forced itself into her mind, one of Jackson sprawled naked on the very place she sat. She shook it out of her head when Jackson swiveled around in his chair.

  "So, um," he said just as Arianna said, “Can I—”

  They both stopped mid-sentence and smiled. Jackson tried again.

  "I've never done a show with another person before. I'm kind of nervous, as weird as that sounds."

  "Don't be," Arianna said, pocketing her hands to hide her own nervousness. "So, how do we start things off?"

  "Actually, we're going to try something new," Jackson said, turning back to his computer. He navigated to a log-in screen. "Viewers can tip me while I do my show. That's how I get money. But we'll make them tip up to twenty dollars for us to even take our jackets off. And twenty more for our shirts, and so on."

  Arianna felt her skin flush. Sure, he could just take off his jacket and continue playing the game for more tips, but not her. "Let's make it a little more than twenty," she said.

  Jackson frowned as he typed. "Twenty dollar increments is probably the furthest we can push it."

  Arianna shifted uncomfortably on the bed. "Please?"

  "What? Are you naked under there or something?"

  When she didn't answer, Jackson turned in his chair and looked at her. Arianna remained seated on the bed, her ankles crossed innocently. Heat flooded her cheeks as his eyes raked over her body. "Fine. Ladies' choice." He hit the "return" key and a video screen opened on the laptop, showi
ng Jackson's face and the bottom half of Arianna in the background.

  "We'll be live in about five seconds," he said, standing up and extending his wine glass. Arianna reached over and clinked her glass against his.

  "To paying my rent," Arianna said.

  The computer made the sound of a door opening and closing. Jackson raised his eyebrows at her. "Fans," he mouthed as he took his seat in front of the laptop.

  "Hey guys. Welcome back. I have a surprise for everyone tonight. I have a friend with me. This is Stacy, and we're all going to play a little game together."

  As Jackson explained the rules of the game, Arianna wandered out of the camera frame and downed the rest of her wine. Her heart rate quickened as she realized what she was about to do. Real people are going to see this, she thought as she watched Jackson speaking to the computer. For an instant, she imagined herself walking out of the apartment, but the words coming out of Jackson’s mouth caught her attention.

  Pussy. Cock. Suck. Lick.

  She grew short of breath and fingered the top button of her coat. Jackson was going to do those things to her. Something inside of her twitched, as if awakened. When he talked about “slamming into Stacy's tight, quivering cunt," her pussy dripped in anticipation.

  "I can't wait," Jackson said. "But we will save that for after the game. Here's a little taste for what's about to come."

  Jackson motioned for Arianna to sit on his lap. She watched her image in the video screen as she approached him and found herself surprised. Her hair looked sleek thanks to the extra time she had taken to straighten it. Her eyes, which usually receded behind her glasses, were now vibrant and alluring with the help of a little make-up. If she hadn't known any better, she would have believed that she was watching a video of someone else.

  A flurry of messages popped up on the right hand side of the screen as Arianna settled herself on Jackson's rock hard thighs.

  Damn! she has nice fat lips.

  Would love to see her suck ur cock, Tyler.

  Jackson rubbed Arianna's thigh and buried his face in her hair. An arc of electricity shot through her body, but she reminded herself that this was just a job to him. He pulled her hair back to kiss her neck.

  "Bite your lip and look into the camera," Jackson whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her back. Arianna stared into the camera and bit her lip just as Jackson's hand clamped over her breast. Her nipple puckered under the wool of her coat, and she wondered if Jackson could feel it on his palm.

  The computer chimed and a new message popped up next to the video screen:

  You have received $20 from user: barista27

  "Nice," Jackson said to the camera as he guided Arianna's hands over the zipper of his hoodie. His arms flexed as he slipped it off and threw it aside. "Thanks, barista27! Just sixty more dollars to get my clothes off. And for Stacy..." He trailed off, staring at Arianna. His eyes lingered at the collar of her coat, at her bare legs under the hem. Arianna's breath caught as she watched his lips part. Was it just her, or was he breathing a little faster? "Well, what's your price, Stacy?" he asked, shaking himself.

  "A hundred," Arianna said automatically. She regretted it when she saw concern flashing over Jackson's eyes, but then the computer made two chimes in a row.

  You have received $20 from user: morningwood69

  You have received $10 from user: tylerluvr4

  Jackson tore off his jeans. Arianna wasn't shy about checking him out this time. His boxer-briefs hugged his muscular thighs and ass perfectly. Jackson caught her staring and smiled just as the computer chimed again with another ten dollars.

  Arianna was the first to break her gaze. "That's sixty dollars in the pot, guys," she said, her confidence boosted by the sudden influx of tips. "Only forty more, and you get to see what I have under here." She popped her collar and grinned. "And trust me, you want to see it."

  How about for free? requested one user.

  Lets see a little tongue action, said another.

  Arianna thought that was a pretty good idea. She grabbed Jackson's face and pushed her mouth against his. She felt his shoulders tense beneath her hands. Then, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in. His lips parted, and his tongue probed her mouth, swirling around her tongue and dancing over her teeth. She explored his chest with her hands and pinched his nipples. She felt him growing hard against her.

  "Damn," Jackson whispered when she pulled away. His pupils were dilated. He stared into Arianna's eyes, his expression unreadable. What was it? Surprise? Fear?

  The computer chimed again. They had received the final forty dollars from an anonymous user. Their arms were still around each other when their eyes met. Then, Jackson tugged at the waist tie of Arianna's coat. She could feel his cock, now rock hard, throbbing against her ass. Her slick pussy ached as his fingers worked frantically over her buttons.

  "Fuck," Jackson murmured when he pulled the coat off of Arianna's shoulders, revealing a black demi-bra and matching crotch-less panties. His eyes fell to her nipples peeking over the lace edge of the bra. They hardened under his gaze. Arianna’s stomach heaved as she watched him lick his lips. He threw the coat aside and forced her off of his lap. He swiveled her hips and bent her over his shoulder so that her rear faced the camera.

  Jackson squeezed her thighs, his grip rougher than Adrianna expected. It made her heart beat faster. She squeezed her eyes shut as he ran a finger over her slit. His bronze neck was just inches from her mouth, perfectly smooth except for his pulse, which was much steadier than her own.

  "You don't have to be quiet the whole time," Jackson whispered as he slapped her ass. When Arianna didn't respond, he ran his fingers over her clit, making her gasp.

  Oh god, Arianna thought as Jackson spread her wet lips apart to show the camera. She bent her head and put her lips to Jackson's neck, burying the moan that threatened to escape her mouth. She sank her teeth into his skin, filling her nostrils with his spicy, musky scent. Jackson spanked her again.

  "Stacy is naughtier than I thought," he told his viewers. "And naughty girls get punished, don't they?"

  Arianna turned her head to look at the camera. "Please don't punish me," she begged as she shook her hips back and forth. A string of messages appeared, giving Jackson some creative ideas.

  Jackson sat Arianna back onto his lap so that his erection was cupped in between her cheeks. He pulled her legs apart, resting each one on an armrest, and adjusted the laptop screen until the camera pointed straight at Arianna's pussy.

  "Say please," Jackson whispered as he stroked her slit.

  "Please," Arianna said, her voice cracking slightly.

  Jackson held her clit in between his forefinger and thumb. He squeezed lightly, making her wince. She rocked her hips back and forth as her pussy throbbed, begging for Jackson’s hard cock. He gasped and jerked in his seat.

  "You really are a bad girl," he said. He slapped Arianna's tits with his free hand.

  "Oh!" Arianna cried out as Jackson plunged a finger into her wetness. She watched herself on screen, almost disbelievingly. She could have passed for sexy—no, she was sexy—writhing on top of the most gorgeous guy she had ever seen. Her new bra made her breasts look plump in Jackson's hand, and they bounced pleasingly when he slapped them.

  Choke her w/ your cock, read a new message. The computer chimed a few more times at this request, filling Jackson's coffers with tips. It was definitely something the viewers wanted to see.

  Arianna stood up so Jackson could take off his underwear. His erection sprang forward, glistening with precum. Arianna kneeled in front of him and kissed the hard, knotted muscles of his abs. She could have cried as she tasted his salty skin. She had fantasized about this exact moment so many times, but it was definitely much better in real life.

  Jackson inhaled sharply when she licked the head of his cock with the very tip of her tongue. She stroked him lightly, teasingly, as she ran her lips down his length, making a thin, wet trail. With her free hand, sh
e fingered the silky folds of her pussy between the straps of her panties.

  "Put it in your mouth," Jackson begged, gripping her hair.

  Arianna looked up at him. His mouth was twisted in anguish. "Tell me to suck your cock,” she said.

  "Suck my fat cock, baby."

  Arianna took his entire cock in her mouth and drove her head up and down, swirling her tongue over his tip. She gripped the shaft and pumped her hand as her tongue fluttered over his frenulum. Jackson threw his head back, making his neck muscles bulge.

  "Fuck!" Jackson cried out. "You are so slutty, baby. Show everyone what a slut you are." His grip tightened on Arianna's hair and he pushed her head toward his hips, forcing his cock into her throat. She gagged, and her throat muscles clenched around his tip. Her pussy gushed every time Jackson moaned. The computer continued to chime as the screen flooded with comments.

  Pleeeeease fuck that fat pussy!

  Want to see her beg for mercy!

  Jackson jerked out of Arianna's mouth and pulled her to her feet. Her heart drummed painfully as he heaved her onto the bed. He turned around briefly to adjust the laptop once more.

  This is it, Arianna thought as she watched him walking toward her. His cock bobbed with each step, slick with her saliva, looking hard and ready to slide into her. Arianna took deep breaths, trying to quiet her heart. She grabbed the sheets as adrenaline coursed through her blood, her head swimming, her skin hot with fever. She could have burned Jackson if she touched him.

  Jackson's forearms bulged when he positioned himself on top of her. He kissed her on the mouth again, filling her with his tongue. "What do you think? Wait a little longer, make them pay a little more?" he whispered with his mouth close to her ear, his words barely audible over the computer’s constant chiming.

  "Yeah," Arianna said breathlessly, though she hated herself for saying it.

  Jackson put Arianna's hand on his cock as he positioned himself perpendicular to her body. His breath feathered down her taut stomach to her soft, creamy thighs. He kissed the sensitive skin there, making Arianna's legs jump.