A couple of days later, I was ready for my first day on the job.

I moved a dresser over in front of the bed and put my computer on a stack of books I had set up

to ensure the customer would have as good a view of me as possible.

I made sure I had my dildo and vibrator within reach. Then I stripped down to an Alice in Chains

tank shirt and white lace panties, and then I went live.

About ten minutes passed before I started getting approving emojis and greetings from the guys.

“Hey gorgeous!” one said.

“You’re fucking hot!” said another.

And, of course, another dm’d me a picture of his cock. He didn’t ask for a rating or ask to go

private. He just sent an unsolicited dick pic.

I blocked him promptly.

More catcalls and greetings came my way when somebody calling themselves Brian2022 dm’d

me, asking if I did privates. I wrote back and said, “Yes.” Then I immediately wrote back, “It’s

$25 for as long as it takes you to get off.”

He replied with a “wow” emoji.

I replied, “So would you like to get off with me, Brian2022?”

He didn’t reply at first, but about two minutes after I had written back to him, I got a notification

from the site saying that Brian2022 had purchased $25 worth of tokens for a private. There was a

button to click on to accept the invitation.

I did.

After a couple of seconds, Brian appeared to me.

He looked in his mid-40s, thinning hair, goatee, blue eyes. He had a bit of a double chin but was

still reasonably cute.

“Hi!” I said with a smile.

“Hey,” he said, smiling awkwardly.

“How are -” I started.

“How’s it going?” he said, talking over me.

After an awkward beat, he spoke again.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be,” I replied. “It happens all the time. So, what's up for today?”

I wanted to make him feel comfortable because he seemed like a good man. I was also relishing

the ability I had to get this guy off, and his hungry gaze was blazing.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Are you nervous?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I don’t do this very often.”

“Don’t be,” I assured him. “I won’t bite.”

He laughed.

“Unless you want me to,” I said with a naughty grin. “You want me to bite you? Do you like

getting bitten?”

I-I don’t know,” he said.

“I love it when guys bite me,” I said. “Especially when they bite my tits.”

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