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Elisa was amazingly dirty, she was doing things with a light sabre that would make the most hard core pornographer blush, never mind make the Star Wars producers swallow hard. She was also very, very focused on what she was doing, nice to see someone so dedicated to doing a good job and yes it was her job, she had been performing on the site now for around 6 months and, at least up to now, was making a pretty good living out of it.
In many ways it was a perfect occupation, she could work from home, she had no personal contacts with her clients and could shut things down on line whenever she felt like it. OK, to many, her sexual performances for money were nothing more than a modern form of prostitution, but she was in absolute control and could perform or not as she chose. To an extent she also had control over who watched her, she was able to ban any who broke her room rules. Of course it didn't do to be too strict after all the more punters the more money she made. Now though things were moving on and some decisions were going to have to be made.
Elisa, and yes that was her real name, and just about all that was real in her room biography, was now almost 23, it was only a year since she gained her honours degree, in micro biology of all things, but it seemed so much longer. She earned enough from her site room to afford a pretty decent flat and run a new, if small, car. She was unattached having ditched a long term uni boyfriend just as she graduated, but now....well that was an element of the decision making in progress. Was she seriously thinking of forming a new relationship however uncertain that might be?
All of these thoughts coursed through her brain as she was manipulating the light sabre. Now this is not to suggest that she wasn't giving her all to the 1500 punters currently in her room, she was, and with an outrageous sexiness that made the punters send tip after tip. Nearly 2000 tokens in 35 minutes wasn't bad and could never have been achieved without the clients believing utterly in her concentration. And despite all the repetitive and sometimes illiterate suggestions made by many which due to the volume of messages she could safely ignore, she managed to keep the bigger tippers very happy indeed, and this Star Wars routine was an inspired one.
She had always tried to vary her performances and to do this also limited her appearances, four sessions a week now with a couple of them being a sort of a double shift. Of course she had watched performances from other room hosts and quickly realised that inventiveness was in short supply. Hence the routines and costumes and the teasing, enough chat rooms were staffed by girls, and boys, whose idea of entertaining was to stick something in any and all orifices as quickly as possible. She was an erotically inclined girl who loved to come and come often, but did need some build up to make the erotic charge so much more powerful. This dovetailed neatly with the desire of the big tippers for a similar experience, they wanted the lead up to be as sexy as possible, presumably she thought, delaying their orgasm was part of the excitement for them. Keep them on edge as long as possible then explode for them and hopefully they would let go to. She often considered doing a survey to check how many clients came at the same time as she did. And make no mistake she did come, audibly and visibly, some of the tricks she performed made her come buckets. She had always had powerful orgasms but frankly wondered where some of the fluid she produced now was coming from, thick and white it sometimes just poured out. When she had an especially powerful 'cum' the tip levels soared.
But now what should she do? Well get on the present show that's what. Apart from a weird looking headdress and skin tight silver boots she was naked and the light sabre had done its work. The butt plug was still in place so she opted not a use dildo but her her fingers to finish with. She had long ago to decided use wipe clean matts around her camera area so no need for towels, they were so redolent of seedy massage parlours anyway, not that she had ever been in one but supposed that would be the case, so when she squirted she was ready.
All the while she had been thinking she was speaking, encouraging her high tipper friends to give more, the discrete mic she wore seemed not to distract them and so far the voice recognition experiments she was carrying out was working. For her punters that couldn't watch her with the volume turned up the words appearing on screen provided an additional thrill. And now she was very close and near screaming into the mic. With her arse to the camera and her fingers jammed up her cunt she could hear the tip bell and see between her legs that the high tips were really clocking up now. OK then, time to let go and allow her 'friends' to release themselves as well. She had mentally counted over a dozen of her regulars contributing in this build up so reckoned it was enough, so let it go baby....
It was very messy and she had been amazingly vocal. The tips? Nearly 2000 more since annoying her oncoming sticky squirt and at the peak some 3000 had logged into her room. Not a bad day all told, what remained was to wind everyone down, announce her next show and shut down.
Online for around 200 minutes today and the result was what? Almost 5000 tokens directly from the public show and some 3000 from video sales and some private mini shows. Just over £300 in total, hard work but it worth it? She could expect to make £1500 on good weeks and no it wasn't always hard work sometimes she really enjoyed the cums...
But of course it wasn't anywhere near enough, sure it kept her going and reasonably comfortably but hey, she hadn't studied biology for nothing she knew that it was near time to move on and 'evolve'. And she had promised an answer today.
Ok then she thought, let's take stock. "I am young, brainy, outrageously healthy, with a strong sex drive and some but not much money. I have shown my body and performed some very obscene sexual acts on the Internet to thousands of punters, I guess mostly, but not all men. Oddly I have enjoyed it most of the time because I have been able to ignore the out and out pervs and see that some of those messaging are just OK guys, and coming violently for them was fun."
But she now knew that things had changed. She had allowed one of them to get closer and was interested, scared, thrilled and intrigued and utterly undecided. "Dammit" she thought, "I can't let my body decide for me and yet it's going to, I have just gushed loads out of my cunt for nearly 3000 people online and her I am panting to gush again at the thought of this proposal. I have to get cool and clinical about this"
"OK, I am as horny as hell and have got time, so let's go back online and see what I can attract for an hour or so, maybe another creamy cum will calm me down, earn me some more money and help"
A while later she had gushed again but only a little and it was clear from the tip score that the punters hadn't been that keen. This time it seemed her distraction had been obvious to them and as the time passed the numbers of punters logged in to her room steadily fell. "Well sod this", she thought, "Thats is for the day, I need to to shower, change call Alisha and hit the pub, get hammered then spend some silly money, then think about that offer"
Alisha was another cam girl, but one who half the time did it for the fun, she had a man who loved to watch her as she entertained the punters and who paid for her apartment, her clothes, gave her loads of spending money and only occasional made sexual demands on her. Sure he insisted that she restrict her sexual activities to cam only but put no boundaries on that and wow, she could be and was so outrageously rude. She made Elisa's light sabre routine look pedestrian and frankly how the service provider of her cam shows allowed her to get away with it no one knew.
To Elisa she was the perfect person to ask how she coped with being shackled to one man, and one she clearly didn't particularly lust after.
Enough then of this show, she said her goodbyes to the punters that were left, some of faithful regulars had already departed, and closed the connection. Just forget all this until tomorrow, or the day after if she felt hungover.
Alisha called shortly after she left the shower, "You have 20 minutes babes, be ready but not wearing too much." Elisa had thought to wear city clothes tonight, hadn't wanted to show much of her body to street punters for free, especially after spending the least few days wearing virtually nothing. In the end she plumped for a crop top, short flared skirt and a short belted rain coat, after a moments thought she chose a pair of Henry Holland fashion suspender tights that revealed a lot of her legs but still covered her. Alisha by comparison seemed almost naked, wearing very sheer black tights under a pair of bum hugging satin shorts, a short faux fur bolero top whose open front showed an absence of almost anything underneath apart from a brief halter top. "C'mon girl let's hit and knock 'em dead. I' m itching to tantalise and frustrate some real live men tonight."
The pub, more of a club really, rocked most nights, but Fridays could boast an amazing range of cocktails, several live bands and a fashion parade of young healthy and attractive people. After ordering drinks Elisa steered them into a slightly quieter section, she wanted to quiz Alisha before the night got too raucous. "Look Alisha there is something important I have to ask, it's your advice really and I have to pick your brains tonight?" After hearing Elisa explain her problem Alisha sat quietly for a moment. "Aaaw you poor babes, listen here's what we do, we spend some time in here, drink some booze, dance, tease some poor young boys, cop a feel or two and then make our way to my place. Jonathan is in China so we can stretch out, chat, drink some and see what tomorrow brings?"
Outside the pub they both felt light headed, from the booze, the atmosphere and the noise, it took no time to reach Alisha's by cab and soon they were stretched side by side on a sofa guzzling champagne. Alisha seemed thoughtful again;
"You see girl, I have a circle of friends from a wide range of society, those school friends I still keep in touch know what I do, thankfully not how much I do for free, and though they are kind enough not to say, if they did they would deplore me being a cam girl. Others more attuned to our lifestyle applaud us. Our bodies, we are in control, we can shut off any punter on a whim and, though subject to the market, can earn a good living and don't have to come into contact with the nutters and fruitcakes unless, like tonight, we choose too. Some tell me my setup is even better, a steady well off and generous boyfriend who gives me a lot of freedom as long as I stay faithful to him, which suits me because I think I love him a lot."
Elisa interrupted here, "Alisha there something else though isn't there I sense a huge 'but if only' in what you say" "Yes babes, there are two really, the first is that I haven't much sense of purpose, more so since I don't have to bust my buns much to earn a living, the second which is the real killer is that I think I want to have k**s. I am aching for Jon to bring up the subject and if he doesn't soon I shall have to. It's been great the past year or so but honey it can't last, now stop talking now, and get those clothes off, I fancy an orgasm and you are the closest."
Elisa was perfectly happy to allow her to work out her Jon less frustrations and with some subtle oral and finger work was able to make her yelp a bit, herself having a small gentle come against Alisha's hand at an early point. Then, for both, the booze, the lateness and the exhaustion took charge.
The brightness of another fine day woke Elisa in a state of excitement, she felt then saw Alisha's slim sweet body entwined around her and a wave of regret wash over her then drain away. "Alisha wake up honey, I have to tell you, then use your phone" Alisha it seemed was already awake, she smiled gently, reached out planted a huge kiss on Elisa's lips and said "Go for it girl, you know you want to"
She fumbled the dialing but eventually got through, a bright cheerful female voice said "Good morning, microbiology department, Professor Aston's office, how can I help you?" "I am Elisa Hudson, I believe the Professor might be expecting my call?"
In many ways it was a perfect occupation, she could work from home, she had no personal contacts with her clients and could shut things down on line whenever she felt like it. OK, to many, her sexual performances for money were nothing more than a modern form of prostitution, but she was in absolute control and could perform or not as she chose. To an extent she also had control over who watched her, she was able to ban any who broke her room rules. Of course it didn't do to be too strict after all the more punters the more money she made. Now though things were moving on and some decisions were going to have to be made.
Elisa, and yes that was her real name, and just about all that was real in her room biography, was now almost 23, it was only a year since she gained her honours degree, in micro biology of all things, but it seemed so much longer. She earned enough from her site room to afford a pretty decent flat and run a new, if small, car. She was unattached having ditched a long term uni boyfriend just as she graduated, but now....well that was an element of the decision making in progress. Was she seriously thinking of forming a new relationship however uncertain that might be?
All of these thoughts coursed through her brain as she was manipulating the light sabre. Now this is not to suggest that she wasn't giving her all to the 1500 punters currently in her room, she was, and with an outrageous sexiness that made the punters send tip after tip. Nearly 2000 tokens in 35 minutes wasn't bad and could never have been achieved without the clients believing utterly in her concentration. And despite all the repetitive and sometimes illiterate suggestions made by many which due to the volume of messages she could safely ignore, she managed to keep the bigger tippers very happy indeed, and this Star Wars routine was an inspired one.
She had always tried to vary her performances and to do this also limited her appearances, four sessions a week now with a couple of them being a sort of a double shift. Of course she had watched performances from other room hosts and quickly realised that inventiveness was in short supply. Hence the routines and costumes and the teasing, enough chat rooms were staffed by girls, and boys, whose idea of entertaining was to stick something in any and all orifices as quickly as possible. She was an erotically inclined girl who loved to come and come often, but did need some build up to make the erotic charge so much more powerful. This dovetailed neatly with the desire of the big tippers for a similar experience, they wanted the lead up to be as sexy as possible, presumably she thought, delaying their orgasm was part of the excitement for them. Keep them on edge as long as possible then explode for them and hopefully they would let go to. She often considered doing a survey to check how many clients came at the same time as she did. And make no mistake she did come, audibly and visibly, some of the tricks she performed made her come buckets. She had always had powerful orgasms but frankly wondered where some of the fluid she produced now was coming from, thick and white it sometimes just poured out. When she had an especially powerful 'cum' the tip levels soared.
But now what should she do? Well get on the present show that's what. Apart from a weird looking headdress and skin tight silver boots she was naked and the light sabre had done its work. The butt plug was still in place so she opted not a use dildo but her her fingers to finish with. She had long ago to decided use wipe clean matts around her camera area so no need for towels, they were so redolent of seedy massage parlours anyway, not that she had ever been in one but supposed that would be the case, so when she squirted she was ready.
All the while she had been thinking she was speaking, encouraging her high tipper friends to give more, the discrete mic she wore seemed not to distract them and so far the voice recognition experiments she was carrying out was working. For her punters that couldn't watch her with the volume turned up the words appearing on screen provided an additional thrill. And now she was very close and near screaming into the mic. With her arse to the camera and her fingers jammed up her cunt she could hear the tip bell and see between her legs that the high tips were really clocking up now. OK then, time to let go and allow her 'friends' to release themselves as well. She had mentally counted over a dozen of her regulars contributing in this build up so reckoned it was enough, so let it go baby....
It was very messy and she had been amazingly vocal. The tips? Nearly 2000 more since annoying her oncoming sticky squirt and at the peak some 3000 had logged into her room. Not a bad day all told, what remained was to wind everyone down, announce her next show and shut down.
Online for around 200 minutes today and the result was what? Almost 5000 tokens directly from the public show and some 3000 from video sales and some private mini shows. Just over £300 in total, hard work but it worth it? She could expect to make £1500 on good weeks and no it wasn't always hard work sometimes she really enjoyed the cums...
But of course it wasn't anywhere near enough, sure it kept her going and reasonably comfortably but hey, she hadn't studied biology for nothing she knew that it was near time to move on and 'evolve'. And she had promised an answer today.
Ok then she thought, let's take stock. "I am young, brainy, outrageously healthy, with a strong sex drive and some but not much money. I have shown my body and performed some very obscene sexual acts on the Internet to thousands of punters, I guess mostly, but not all men. Oddly I have enjoyed it most of the time because I have been able to ignore the out and out pervs and see that some of those messaging are just OK guys, and coming violently for them was fun."
But she now knew that things had changed. She had allowed one of them to get closer and was interested, scared, thrilled and intrigued and utterly undecided. "Dammit" she thought, "I can't let my body decide for me and yet it's going to, I have just gushed loads out of my cunt for nearly 3000 people online and her I am panting to gush again at the thought of this proposal. I have to get cool and clinical about this"
"OK, I am as horny as hell and have got time, so let's go back online and see what I can attract for an hour or so, maybe another creamy cum will calm me down, earn me some more money and help"
A while later she had gushed again but only a little and it was clear from the tip score that the punters hadn't been that keen. This time it seemed her distraction had been obvious to them and as the time passed the numbers of punters logged in to her room steadily fell. "Well sod this", she thought, "Thats is for the day, I need to to shower, change call Alisha and hit the pub, get hammered then spend some silly money, then think about that offer"
Alisha was another cam girl, but one who half the time did it for the fun, she had a man who loved to watch her as she entertained the punters and who paid for her apartment, her clothes, gave her loads of spending money and only occasional made sexual demands on her. Sure he insisted that she restrict her sexual activities to cam only but put no boundaries on that and wow, she could be and was so outrageously rude. She made Elisa's light sabre routine look pedestrian and frankly how the service provider of her cam shows allowed her to get away with it no one knew.
To Elisa she was the perfect person to ask how she coped with being shackled to one man, and one she clearly didn't particularly lust after.
Enough then of this show, she said her goodbyes to the punters that were left, some of faithful regulars had already departed, and closed the connection. Just forget all this until tomorrow, or the day after if she felt hungover.
Alisha called shortly after she left the shower, "You have 20 minutes babes, be ready but not wearing too much." Elisa had thought to wear city clothes tonight, hadn't wanted to show much of her body to street punters for free, especially after spending the least few days wearing virtually nothing. In the end she plumped for a crop top, short flared skirt and a short belted rain coat, after a moments thought she chose a pair of Henry Holland fashion suspender tights that revealed a lot of her legs but still covered her. Alisha by comparison seemed almost naked, wearing very sheer black tights under a pair of bum hugging satin shorts, a short faux fur bolero top whose open front showed an absence of almost anything underneath apart from a brief halter top. "C'mon girl let's hit and knock 'em dead. I' m itching to tantalise and frustrate some real live men tonight."
The pub, more of a club really, rocked most nights, but Fridays could boast an amazing range of cocktails, several live bands and a fashion parade of young healthy and attractive people. After ordering drinks Elisa steered them into a slightly quieter section, she wanted to quiz Alisha before the night got too raucous. "Look Alisha there is something important I have to ask, it's your advice really and I have to pick your brains tonight?" After hearing Elisa explain her problem Alisha sat quietly for a moment. "Aaaw you poor babes, listen here's what we do, we spend some time in here, drink some booze, dance, tease some poor young boys, cop a feel or two and then make our way to my place. Jonathan is in China so we can stretch out, chat, drink some and see what tomorrow brings?"
Outside the pub they both felt light headed, from the booze, the atmosphere and the noise, it took no time to reach Alisha's by cab and soon they were stretched side by side on a sofa guzzling champagne. Alisha seemed thoughtful again;
"You see girl, I have a circle of friends from a wide range of society, those school friends I still keep in touch know what I do, thankfully not how much I do for free, and though they are kind enough not to say, if they did they would deplore me being a cam girl. Others more attuned to our lifestyle applaud us. Our bodies, we are in control, we can shut off any punter on a whim and, though subject to the market, can earn a good living and don't have to come into contact with the nutters and fruitcakes unless, like tonight, we choose too. Some tell me my setup is even better, a steady well off and generous boyfriend who gives me a lot of freedom as long as I stay faithful to him, which suits me because I think I love him a lot."
Elisa interrupted here, "Alisha there something else though isn't there I sense a huge 'but if only' in what you say" "Yes babes, there are two really, the first is that I haven't much sense of purpose, more so since I don't have to bust my buns much to earn a living, the second which is the real killer is that I think I want to have k**s. I am aching for Jon to bring up the subject and if he doesn't soon I shall have to. It's been great the past year or so but honey it can't last, now stop talking now, and get those clothes off, I fancy an orgasm and you are the closest."
Elisa was perfectly happy to allow her to work out her Jon less frustrations and with some subtle oral and finger work was able to make her yelp a bit, herself having a small gentle come against Alisha's hand at an early point. Then, for both, the booze, the lateness and the exhaustion took charge.
The brightness of another fine day woke Elisa in a state of excitement, she felt then saw Alisha's slim sweet body entwined around her and a wave of regret wash over her then drain away. "Alisha wake up honey, I have to tell you, then use your phone" Alisha it seemed was already awake, she smiled gently, reached out planted a huge kiss on Elisa's lips and said "Go for it girl, you know you want to"
She fumbled the dialing but eventually got through, a bright cheerful female voice said "Good morning, microbiology department, Professor Aston's office, how can I help you?" "I am Elisa Hudson, I believe the Professor might be expecting my call?"
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