"I want to die," I mumbled as I rolled over in my bed, "Ride the crazy train into oblivion."

My head was throbbing. Thankfully, I didn't feel nauseous anymore. I just had a hangover headache, which, for me, could usually be cured by taking some Advil or Tylenol and wearing sunglasses everywhere. People in stores would look, but that's okay. I always thought it was comical to have the hungover-but-I'm-here look. Normally, as someone who was shy I tried to avoid drawing attention to myself, but ever since the whole Jessie enterprise, I didn't mind it so much.

I wobbled out of bed towards the bathroom and into the shower. I wasn't sure what the day had in store for me, but I knew whatever it was, I didn't want to participate.

I can't say my shower was much of one. It was mostly me sitting in the corner while the scalding hot water hit drenched me. I sang a song or two, and I heard my phone go off a few times. No doubt my regulars trying to get in touch with me.

After my time in my makeshift sauna, I wrapped my hair and my body in a towel and went straight for my phone. The messages were only from GREY.

GREY: How would you like to receive this money in place of the raffle? Google wallet? Money order?

GREY: And also, it would help tremendously if you could point me in the direction of your nearest Victoria's Secret.

GREY: And about the limousine...

Though I remember asking GREY for all those things, it was blowing my mind that he was actually willing to get them for me. Just what kind of rich man was he? Possibly an old dude wanting to be some younger girl's sugar daddy?

Gross. An old pervert. It would be nice if there were men more my age to spoil me. Some who were attractive too.

What's a Google wallet? Just tip it in tokens. The money will be deposited directly to my bank account once cut off ends.

Since my first check, which took a while to get to my house, was as much as it was I decided to link my bank account to the site to get direct deposit. They seemed trustworthy enough, thankfully.

I took to Google to locate the nearest Victoria's Secret. I had it seen one a few times while out with Kate, but I had never actually taken the time to memorize it's location. I wasn't sultry enough for that.

Once I found it, I shot him a text with it's address. Surely he wouldn't show up there and wait to kill me would he?

Um, on second thought GREY, maybe not the Victoria's Secret cards. No offense, I just think it's dangerous to give out locations near me.

BZZ

GREY: Not a problem, Jessie. I will simply send you two VS gift cards online then. What's your email?

I was just about to give him my email when it hit me that I had used my regular email address to sign up on YouCam. Jessie didn't have her own email address. I might have just been being paranoid, but was it possible that he could find out my identity just by my email alone?

Quickly, I went and made Jessie Thorne her own email and gave it to him.

MissJThorne

GREY: Perfect. I'm also assuming the limousine is out of the question, so I will not worry about that.

Dang. There went my dreams of riding in one. I spent a few minutes checking my actual email. It was only filled with notifications from YouCam and messages from the university. Upon seeing that I had new emails on YouCam, I went straight there. My inbox had 12 new messages, which for me was something. My life had felt very full since I adopted a new persona. Jessie always had someone to talk to. There never seemed to be a dull moment.

At the very top of the new messages was one from GREY. When I opened it my jaw dropped in shock. He had tipped me 20,000 tokens – 1,000 dollars! At the bottom of the message was a tip note.

This should more than cover the raffle. You can even use this money to rent a limousine for a day.

That was enough to make my day. On top of all that, other regulars of Jessie's left offline tips. I had to text GREY, though. How was I suppose to just not draw a ticket from the raffle? I had promised my members that I would draw one from the pile while I was live.

So what exactly do you suggest I do for the raffle then? I can't just skip out on it after I promised to draw a ticket live in front of almost 125 people!

BZZ

GREY: No problem, Jessie. You replace all of those tickets with ones that have my username on them. That way you can show it on screen that the ticket has a name and was drawn fairly.

Yeah, sort of. I suppose.

I could convince myself that was fair. He would have the most tickets in the raffle anyway. The odds of his name being drawn were substantially higher than anybody else anyways. That was enough to sway me.

BZZ

GREY: Check your email, Jessie. You will have to redeem the gift cards that way.

I was about to ask him how knew that, but then the thought hit me that he was no stranger to these things. He probably gave online gift cards to the other model, Lina, and knew the whole deal already. I didn't want to imagine all the money he had spent on her.

Lina was such a well respected cam girl, and an entrepreneur. She may have had deals no sane man on a cam site could refuse, but the amount of tokens she made nightly blew my mind. As Ashlie had once said, "Lina is six figure model".

I went straight to the new email I had created. The two new messages were from GREY, and both of them had Victoria's Secret gift cards worth $500. In the first email he had left a message saying that $500 was the cap.

I wanted to vomit words of thanks. I had never felt so spoiled – and it felt a little strange considering GREY was more than likely a 85 year old silver fox with millions in the bank. Being a woman, financial stability was a bonus for me. I still had standards, however. Though, camming made me really think about my life at times. I had to admit though, I was able to cover all my expenses and then some while still putting money into my savings. It was a great feeling.

GREY, thank you so much. I can't help but feel slightly guilty about my behavior the other day though. I apologize.

BZZ

GREY: Don't apologize. Be smarter next time. If you sent a video to anyone, you risk having your body plastered all over the internet. It's possible that it's already all over the internet. Look up any of the popular cam models names on Google. You would be surprised how many of their live shows have been recorded.

My heart sunk into my stomach. I didn't know that guest could record live shows. I had never even thought that a guest would share my own private videos. GREY really put things into perspective. I was beginning to feel torn between the controlling attitude he presented, and the caring for what was in my best interest.

"No, Ana," I scowled, "you have only known him for a month. Wait and see how things play out. Maybe he really is trying to help."

I redeemed the cards and immediately took the website. There were so many things I wanted, but I had never been quite comfortable wearing expensive – sexy – lingerie. Ever since Jessie came about I learned to be more comfortable in my own skin. But Victoria's Secret lingerie comfortable was another story.

I put a few items in the cart after browsing a bit. One was a red bralette with matching panties. Red was bold, so was Jessie. Why not? The other things were a couple of push up bras, one pink, another one a deep purple, with some cute almost thongs. Something about lace up my butt just didn't suit my fancy.

When I checked the total, it was barely over $100.

"Well, I did say loaded," I sighed – like my life was so hard, "I suppose I'll find a way to spend this all."

Now I just had to wait for the next check from YouCam. I still had money leftover from the last check. Suddenly living paycheck to paycheck had become a memory. I felt myself becoming more comfortable with camming, and with being Jessie. I couldn't allow that, however, because if anyone close to me found out...

"Ana!" Kate yelled from the front door.

I slammed my laptop close. Two seconds later, a beautifully fixed up Kate walked through my door.

"What's up?" I asked innocently.

"Glad to see you're not inebriated! Are you feeling up to some shopping today my little alcoholic?" She grinned and sat next to me on the bed.

"Shopping? For what?"

I don't remember any reason we needed to go shopping. Perhaps for groceries.

"The costume party! You already agreed to go! You can't back out now!"

I vaguely remembered having that conversation. Nonetheless, I did agree to go. It would be crappy of me to back out now.

"No, of course I'll go."

"Awesome! So what are you going to go as. I was thinking something mermaid themed."

Her banter quickly became background noise as I thought of the anxiety inducing event. Being out in front of a bunch of random strangers while my roommate was off with some handsome man dancing. That didn't exactly sound like my cup of tea.

"Oh, I'm not sure. Something with a mask. I don't want people to see my face really." I half smiled, the nerves getting to me.

"You can't live in a shell forever, Ana! I think you would look amazing in something Victorian style. Or like...from that era." She touched my frizzy, messy hair.

"Do you really think that?" I scrunched up my face, picturing myself in a huge, puffy dress, twirling about the dance floor – at a club.

"With your small frame and pale skin? Yes! You could look like a Tim Burton character," she beamed at her own creative mind.

I didn't necessarily like the idea, but Kate was my friend and it was only one night. I would forever say no to her after this instance. Anyways, I was still riding the wave of happiness delivered to me by GREY.

"Yeah...that sounds like a plan, Kate."

"Well! Gear up, lets go!" She shook me by the arm.

I frowned once she left, looking at my closed laptop. I was about to get myself up, still sitting in my towel, when a message came through on my phone.

GREY: Be careful, Jessie.

I shuddered at the ominous message. Closing my phone, I took a deep breath and prepared myself.

"Alright, Ana. Just...take life by the balls – or something."

*CG'S POV*

"Elliot," I spoke before he even got the chance to say hello, " I need a favor."

"Oh wow, how shocking. I didn't expect that," his sarcastic tone made me crack a smile, "What now your Highness? I already asked that Kate girl to attend the costume party."

"You told her to invite Ana?"

"Yes," he sighed, "I told her to invite Ana."

"Great. Listen, I'm booked this week with meetings and whatnot. For the costume party, I need you to get me a mask."

"I'm going to get you a Freddy Kreuger one."

"Elliot," I scolded, "I'm serious. Get me a mask. Find one that's fitting, will you?"

"I thought my idea was perfectly fitting, but yeah, I got you."

I hung up without saying goodbye and continued making my way home. With a mask on, Ana would not know who I was. Not too mention the club wouldn't be well lit, so I could finally meet face to face with her and she would be none the wiser.

I pulled out my phone to text her. She was smart to cancel the raffle, but she still needed to be careful.

"If you can't protect yourself, I will."

*Sorry this chapter may be all over the place. I'm burned out from college courses and Xmas shopping. However! The story is about to pick up! Once the holidays pass and whatnot, I will try to update as much as possible before college comes back to kill me! I just want to say thank you again for all the support, PMs, and reviews! FF isn't letting me see some of them but hopefully it will work soon! Thanks again for reading! - Haley*