by Lyssa Cole
I check my phone quickly and relief washes through me that it is an email from the apartment listing. The apartment is still available and I can go look at it in a couple of hours.
The bus station is big, crowded, and warm. The air is stale, almost stifling. This must be the biggest bus station around because I wouldn’t think too many bus stations around here are crowded much.
I make myself comfy on the bus bench near the window, placing my bags next to me so no one will sit too close. And then I wait, staring out the window, hoping against all hope for a better future.
***
Three hours later and the apartment is mine. It’s not the greatest but it will due for now. It’s a small one bedroom with a tiny kitchen and bathroom. There is also a living room that is a decent size but my bedroom is bigger which I like. And the best part is the apartment came fully furnished. It’s in an old lofty building with big windows and tall ceilings. When you first walk in the door, the kitchen is off to the right with the living room right in front of you. Off the living room was a small hallway, leading down to the bedroom and bathroom.
There is a small table and chair set in the tiny kitchen and a couch with a coffee table in the living room. There is a small TV but it looks ancient. I doubt it even works.
The bedroom has a full sized bed with two dressers, a closet, and a couple of nightstands. The decorating is seventies style with a lot of wood paneling and thick shaggy carpet. There were curtains in each room already and the walls were all painted a cream color. Definitely not my style but it would have to do as I didn’t have much choice in the matter.
I collapse on my bed, wishing I could wash the musty smelling linen now. But first, I will job hunt. That is the most important thing. My money I brought with me isn’t going to last me forever. I need a job that is going to be low profile.
I open my laptop and set my location to begin my search. I flip through the ads, not seeing much I could do. Banker? I chuckle, yeah right. Dental hygienist? Yuck. I can barely stand seeing food stuck in my own teeth never mind a stranger’s teeth. A teacher? Hah, I didn’t get to finish high school thanks to my dear old dad.
I keep scrolling through the ads, seeing nothing I could even remotely do. Why did I even think this was going to be easy? I have never worked a day in my life and I have no experience, no skills in anything. Besides being someone’s personal sex slave. I shudder, memories coursing through me.
A flashy ad in the corner of the site catches my eye, something about a personal match site. I click it out of curiosity and boredom, wanting to take a break from the hunt.
I am taken to a site with a bunch of job listings and want ads. Maybe I’ll be able to find something on here. I scroll through and notice all of these ads are talking about love and sex.
Shit, this must be a sex job site or something.
Then I see one that catches my eye. “Want to Make a TON of Money and Never Leave Your Home?”
I click it and am brought to a page with a bunch of different videos of girls stripping on camera.
“Men LOVE watching women just like you taking their clothes off! Want to make some serious cash? Create a profile and get started NOW and you could be making money in less than an hour!”
Damn. I wonder how much you can make. This must be fake. I can’t do this though. This is as bad as what my father does. Makes money from sex. Selling women’s bodies for profit. It’s disgusting.
But…so easy for me. I wouldn’t have to leave. I could use my camera right on my laptop. And I could make some easy cash that I could use to get even further away from my family. Perhaps out of this fucking country where they could never find me again.
What did I have to lose right? I clicked the ad to find out more.
Chapter 6
Jax
Maddie. Maddie Kaplan. That was her name. And I had to find her.
Her trail was completely cold. Ice. This girl was good. She must have had this completely planned out. And I mean every fucking detail. She knows how her dad works and was able to make sure he wouldn’t find her.
I slam my hand against my desk, my frustration getting the better of me. I couldn’t give up. I had been searching for this girl online for three days now with no leads. I have used my best connections and absolutely nothing.
It’s like she evaporated into thin air, no trace of her whatsoever.
I’ve studied her picture, her social media-which isn’t very helpful seeing she never uses it, and have even tried to track any movement she may made whether it be a bus or train ticket.
Her face is gorgeous; unlike anything I have ever seen before. I can’t help but stare. Her long, wavy brown hair with golden highlights frame her face perfectly, and her big brown eyes are stunning. I could get lost in them just like I was now. She had beautifully tan skin, a creamy complexion, and such soft delicate features. I wanted to run my hand along the side of her face, feeling her softness beneath my fingertips.
Snap out of it Jax. This is a business client. And all you have seen is just a fucking picture
I sigh, running a hand across my face. I am beyond tired, this case keeping me awake at night. Something about this girl or should I say woman’s face is captivating to me.
I groan, getting angry with myself. I need to get my mind off this shit. I click out of all of my work related sites on my laptop and go to my favorite one-Stripped Naked.
I scroll the videos, looking for a hot one to catch my eye. All of these women on here, live and waiting for a man to ask them to strip.
A video comes up on my screen and I pause for a moment, the face looking slightly familiar. I lean in closer and my heart starts hammering in my chest.
Holy fuck. That’s her. That’s the girl. Maddie fucking Kaplan.
It can’t be, it just can’t be. How would I ever get that lucky?
I know a face anywhere, especially hers. The one I have been studying for days now.
I click on the video and her name pops up-Juliet Ray.
What the fuck?
Who is Juliet Ray?
I click over to my messages and send Scott a message, asking him to run the name Juliet Ray. Then I click on her video.
Show time.
***
She comes up on my screen, lying face down on her bed, only her face and part of her legs showing. I can’t really see what she has on but I know it isn’t much.
“Hey there, handsome. Ready for some fun?”
I smile, more to myself than to her. Her voice washes over me, sending tingles straight to my dick. It’s soft and low, and definitely sexy as hell.
The voice matches the gorgeous face. I bet everything else will match just perfectly too.
Stop it, Jax. This is business.
“Oh, I’m more than ready, gorgeous. Show me what you can do.”
I grin at her, my eyes locking with her own big brown ones. I can feel the electricity coursing through me just by looking at this woman through the camera. She must feel something to because she pauses, not moving as if she is frozen in the moment.
“Strip for me, gorgeous. I know you will give me a good show.”
Her eyes darken a bit as she slowly slides up the bed to a kneeling position, our eyes never leaving each other.
She is wearing black lace panties along with matching black lace stockings. A short lacy tank top hugs her top half, her full tits spilling over the top. A black lacy bra peeks out, only leaving me wanting more.
Maddie looks utterly fuckable.
My cock is already pushing against my pants but I can’t tear my eyes away from her long enough to release it.
My breath hitches as Maddie begins to slide her tank top up, her belly showing as she sits up more, her long, lean legs balancing her easily.
Just as her tank top is almost off, my messenger dings.
“No matches or relations. Must just be a look alike. But be careful.”
There is no way she is a look alike. I would know her face anywhe
re. The same feelings I am getting from looking at her face, I am getting from watching her dance in front of me. She must just be using a fake name to hide her identity. It would be stupid of her not to.
Maybe there was hope for me after all.
***
I click back to the video and now Maddie is swaying to some soft music she has playing. The tank top is no longer on. Her body flows to the music, her hands roaming all over her curvy, full body.
If only I were there. I would ravish her. Show her so much pleasure she would only ever want to scream my name.
Fuck Jax. You shouldn’t be having thoughts like that about her.
This wasn’t good. I had to get my head in the game. My hands grasp the edge of my desk so hard, my knuckles turn white. The air in my apartment suddenly seems too hot, the small studio closing in on me. I stand and undo the top few buttons of my shirt, going over to crack a window slightly. I had to breath some fresh air before I did something I regretted. Like fuck her through the God damn computer.
Maddie bends over in front of the camera, her delicious, plump ass on display. I begin to stroke my cock, unable to control myself any longer, plopping my ass back down in my desk chair.
She glances back at the camera before standing up and removing her bra, her beautiful tits bouncing right out. My heart pounds, betraying me, and I pray she can’t hear it, that’s how loud it is.
My breathing becomes labored as I watch her caress her breasts, her nipples perfectly round and erect. What I wouldn’t give to take them in my mouth.
I stroke my cock harder, as she begins to tease me with her panties, slowly sliding them back down and up. She is dancing again, her body swaying ever so gently to the music, her tits bouncing and rubbing against her arms.
I can only stare at her as the show she is giving me is amazing. I have never seen someone so hot, her body so perfect and smooth. I want to bite into her flesh, taste every inch of her skin, make her scream my name as sweat pours from us.
I want to fuck the ever living shit out of her and mark her as mine, her body being claimed by me and only me.
Next thing I know I am cumming all over my pants and she is waving goodbye to me as the camera clicks off. What the fuck just happened?
Shit!
Chapter 7
Maddie
Oh. My. God. Who was that?
My body is trembling as I sit on the edge of my bed, trying to catch my breath. I am so over heated; I feel like I could explode.
I need to release myself. This is the first time a video show as done this to me but damn, that man was pure hotness. I could feel it through the camera.
I lay back on my bed, letting my fingers slide down slowly. I find my sweet spot, rubbing small circles, my eyes closing. I think of that man, his eyes, his body. His biceps in that t-shirt he was wearing, with the swirls of ink peeking out.
I know he must have a six pack hiding under there. His face was gorgeous, his lips so soft looking. I wanted to fuck him.
I imagine him coming into my room, his strides long and sure as he makes his way to me and ravishes me on the bed. Our clothes are flying off in every direction and we can’t slow our hands or our mouths down.
I want to taste every inch of him, every single inch…
A powerful orgasm rips through me, my entire body shaking and riding wave after wave of orgasm. When it’s over, I go slack on the bed, completely sated.
Shit. That was the best orgasm I have ever had.
I wasn’t supposed to like any of these men. That was my rule. I had to stick to it. I could just have fun.
Well that was what I told myself anyway.
I rolled over and tried to go to sleep, the memories of that man seared in my brain.
***
I had only been in this town for a few days and I feel like it has been a month. I had to adapt and learn to live on my own, while supporting myself. It was something I have never had to do before and it was quite the adjustment for me. But it was going along okay.
My videos were making a killing, my popularity doubling every night it seems. I would have thousands of viewers per video and then several requests for private videos as well. I couldn’t believe the money I was making in just a few short days of doing this. Yeah, selling my body, a cheap slutty way to do things but at this rate, I was going to be set for life. Besides, after everything I had been through, what did it really matter anyway?
Every night before bed, I would listen to my music, letting my panic and fears of the day wash away. I would clutch my necklace, twirling the thin chain loosely around my fingers, close my eyes, and just let the music take over as I tried to keep myself calm. If I freak out, I could risk exposing myself. Sometimes I felt like just running and never stopping but I had to be careful and plan.
I just got back from the store, picking up a few groceries to make myself some dinner later. I don’t go out much except for necessities. I watch TV and read my books from my laptop which is enough for me. And I have my music, I always have my music.
As I’m putting away my groceries, I hear my computer ding and I freeze. I don’t like anybody messaging me and I don’t allow it on my video site.
So who could that be then?
I hurry over to my desk and open my laptop. Phew it was just an email. I go in to settings and shut off email notifications. I can’t be jumping at every email. As I am about to stand up, a message pops up on my screen, my actions halted.
Jax1031: hey. Juliet?
My heart hammers in my chest. Who the fuck is this? I can’t talk to anyone on here and expose myself, it’s too risky.
Jax1031: I just wanted to say hi. Ur video the other night, the private show u gave me, was the best video I have ever seen. Ur sexy as fuck and I just had to message you.
I stare at the screen, unable to move. I have no idea what to do. This must be the man I did the video for the other night. The one who made me so hot I had to give myself an orgasm before I could fall asleep.
I shouldn’t message him. No. I can’t message him. It’s just too risky.
Jax1031: I didn’t expect u to answer back. I’m sure ur fine ass has a boyfriend already but if u feel like chatting, hit me up.
Shit. He’s leaving. I go to type something but then I erase it. I can’t. I just can’t.
I shut the laptop and head to the bathroom to take a shower. I have to go on camera tonight and I can’t be distracted. Any distraction is a risk I am not willing to take.
***
I click onto my profile and go live. I have no private videos set for tonight. Of course, I got plenty of requests but tonight, I am just going live for a few hours.
The viewers start to trickle in as I begin to dance. I use the bed and my desk chair as my props, shaking my ass and tits for the camera. The viewers love close ups as I tease them with my panties. As I am dancing, a message pops up off to the side.
Jax1031: Damn, girl. U R so gorgeous.
I can’t let him distract me. I focus on my dancing, slowly sliding down to the floor and back up again.
Jax1031: If only I were there. I would rock ur fucking world.
I close my eyes, wishing he would stop messaging me. It’s so distracting. My mind races knowing he’s watching me, probably touching himself. I shiver, running my hands down my sides, and over the soft skin of my belly.
My dancing becomes faster, my skin scorching my fingers as they flutter over every part of me, the pleasure stirring in my belly deeper. I can feel the heat building between my legs and it is just from thinking of him.
I feel as if I am dancing just for him, my own personal muse.
Jax1031: Holy Fuck baby, U R the fucking hottest thing I have ever seen.
I couldn’t anymore. I am going to explode on camera. I quickly shut the laptop off and collapse onto the floor, my body overheating, desire coursing through every part of me.
I slip my fingers between my legs and I can’t believe how wet I am. I am fucking soaked.
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br /> I slide my fingers inside, pumping in out as I think of Jax, picturing his face from the other night, his tan skin, dark eyes, luscious mouth.
Within minutes, I am cumming so hard, I can’t stop my moaning as I shudder through each wave of pleasure rippling through me. Fuck. Who was that man? And why did he have such an effect on me? I couldn’t let him anymore.
Chapter 8
Maddie
I wake the next morning and groan. I heaved myself up off the floor last night and passed out in my bed, dead to the world. Must have been that earth-shattering orgasm.
Which reminds me. Damage control. I have to do damage control. I should have never exited a video like that. I couldn’t help myself. And orgasms aren’t something I show to the world. That’s private. I never even orgasmed with any of my father’s men. Except Dave. He was the only exception. The only one who treated me with some kindness and decency.
The rest I save for myself and hopefully one day I find a man to share one with.
I reluctantly get up, make myself some coffee after hitting the bathroom, and fire up my laptop. I enter my page and there are a lot of mean comments:
What the fuck girl? U leave without warning! What a rip off show! U may be hot, but we pay for a full show!
Shit. I was going to have to make it up to them. I make a quick post that I apologize for last night, I was having technical difficulties, and I will make it up to them tonight by being live longer than normal and will offer 2 private videos.
As soon as I hit enter, a message pops up. I sigh. It’s him again.
Jax1031: Juliet. Last night…it was…. well, it was simply amazing. U R amazing.
I shake my head, a small smile playing on my lips. What does this guy see in me? He doesn’t even know me. But he must feel it like I do. That heat, that connection between us. And if it is like this over a camera, what would it be like in person?
Sadly, I will never find out.
Jax1031: I know u probably think I am some internet creep. And u could very well be right. But then where would the fun be in life right? Where would the risks be?