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"Bye, Kate! Have fun tonight!" I yelled from my post at the front door.
"Thanks, Ana! Make sure you relax a bit! Love ya!" She hollered back before getting into the car that would whisk her away into Seattle's nightlife.
I stared long after she after disappeared into the starry sky, inner conflict keeping me from sitting myself back down in front of my new computer. Was I really going to cam again tonight? The first night, my nerves nearly caused me to faint in front of eighty-five people. If it weren't for the overwhelming amount of tokens I had received, I don't think I could have done it.
Finally I wandered into the bathroom. I didn't have much of my own makeup collection, so I dug through Kate's makeup bag that she left at home. Eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick, blush, bronzer, and mascara was all I needed to become Jessie.
With a huff, I began applying the makeup as neatly as I could. The fact that I rarely wore makeup made it difficult to sculpt out the face of a woman who could be alluring, but with enough eyeshadow and mascara I managed to turn my doll-like eyes into those of a temptress. The lipstick made my thin, pale lips come alive and have a defined shape, and the bronzer accentuated my bone structure nicely.
After spending a solid twenty minutes masking the real Ana, it was time to complete the transformation by donning my blonde wig. The wig itself was cheap, frayed and barely able to pass as a person's natural hair if you were to see it in person. Thankfully, the guests online could not tell that it wasn't my real hair. Probably due to my subpar webcam and dreadful lighting.
Once I had the face together it was time to collect the wardrobe. The other night, I had only worn a red bra with an intricate lace design and solid black panties. It wasn't overly revealing – well, not like the lingerie pieces some of the other girls wore – but it was the only "seductive" undergarments that I owned. I ventured that there couldn't be any harm in wearing that same thing tonight as well. Besides, I washed the underwear this morning.
I gathered my thoughts together while getting dressed. "Remember, Ana, you have to do this. Once you have the money you need to get back on your feet you can stop."
I had to convince myself that this wasn't causing harm to anyone I knew, myself included, and that it was the only way I could make the money needed to uphold my well being for the time. The money I had spent on the computer was necessary for my college work. Since term papers were due and I was a senior this year, I couldn't afford to miss any assignments or lose out on any of the valuable resources for my essays.
Paul had to cut my hours at work due to a new hire. Whether he did it to spite me for showing up late on accident one day, or because it was mandatory for any other reasons, the cut in my hours also meant cut in my paycheck. There was no possible way for me to sustain my half of the expenses with less hours.
Then my car had broken down, and the repairs were simply out of my budget for the time being. I didn't have the appropriate savings to have my car fixed either.
I turned on the computer and opened up my browser. Shaky, I typed in YouCam's web address. When it pulled up and I logged in, I was surprised to see I had received new messages from some of the guests who were in my chat last night. Biting my lip anxiously, I read through the few messages and comments.
From: darkhorse875, Received at 1:36a.m.
Great job, Jessie. I enjoyed your show last night. I think you will do well on YouCam if you keep at it! I hope your experience is better every time you log on! Best of luck, darkhorse875
That brought a smile to my face.
From: Raider6TX
You did well last night for a newbie. I suggest trying to sell stuff for more tokens. A phone number, friend add, video, or something along those lines. It gives guests incentive to tip you. Also maybe try offering more in your room for tips; spanking, signs, song requests. Good luck, Jessie!
There were a couple of comments left on my profile wall, too. One was from a guests leaving me a nice rating to boosts my ranking, and the other was from a fellow model who had also just recently joined.
The encouragement lifted my spirits, giving the me the confidence I needed to log back online. Before I did, though, I went to double check my token statistics. The page that loaded showed how many tokens I had made and in what form of chat I received them. Since I didn't do any private shows, I earned all of my tokens in public chat.
"One thousand and seventy five. So if I convert that...," I grabbed my phone to use it's calculator, "each token is five cents. Five times one, zero, seven, five – that's fifty three dollars and seventy five cents. Alright, Ana, not bad for one night."
I went to the icon on my profile page that allowed me to broadcast. My nerves caused me to stall, but quickly I was able to remind myself that Jessie did not fear being in front of people. No one was touching her, no one was forcing her to do anything. Jessie was her own boss.
Once I double clicked the webcam icon, a small box that flashed the website's name appeared. Before it could finish loading my chat room I had to log in again. Soon, all my options for the chat room filled the box, and off to left side my cam loaded.
The little green light that indicated my webcam was in use came on. There I was, half naked once again in front of a camera – waiting for guests to flock into my room and tip me. The numbers started trickling in, jolting my anxiety. As my amount of guests increased the conversation in my chat began to pick up. At least that helped my nerves to settle.
"Hey, Jessie. How are you?" I whispered while reading through my chat. "I'm good! How are you!"
Jessie had an affable personality. She was easy to associate with; a fun loving girl who had no qualms about being naked in front of people she couldn't see.
When I had about twenty people in my room, I set a topic. The topic allowed me to share what guests could tip for and how much it was. Since camgirl currency is tokens, everything was written accordingly. If they wanted to see me doing jumping jacks, it was one hundred tokens. That was five dollars. I would spank myself five times for fifty tokens – two dollars and fifty cents. I could flash them for sixty tokens – three dollars.
Though I didn't play into the idea of strangers tipping me their hard earned money for such menial things, especially when there was such a thing as free porn on the internet, to my surprise the tips became constant and steady.
Before I knew it I was actually laughing. Genuinely laughing at some of the conversations I was having with these strangers. They would ask me to do ridiculous things, like a front roll from one end of my bed to the other, but they would tip me one hundred, two hundred, sometimes more tokens for their silly requests.
"You guys are crazy!" I chuckled while nonchalantly patting the wig to make sure it was firmly in place. "I'm about to go bed, but thank you for the wonderful night!"
The link to my token stats showed that I had earned nearly two thousand tokens in the two hours I had been online. That was totaling out to almost one hundred dollars. At this rate, I wouldn't have to cam for any longer than a couple of weeks. I might even have money to place into a savings account if continued doing this well.
In the midst of all the guests wishing me goodnight, the number had risen to almost seventy, a private message from a premium member named GREY opened. I had muted basic members – people who hadn't purchased tokens, so the only people who could contact me through PM or on chat were those who spent money on the site.
GREY: Jessie, is it? I've been watching your show tonight. Well done. Would you be interested in a private chat? It requires no nudity, only your absolute obedience. I will pay you well for your alacrity.
Jessie: No nudity? That sounds strange coming from a man on an adult website. What exactly are wanting my obedience for? I can only take tips in advance.
I closed the private messaging screen, thinking GREY would surely disappear into the masses of other requests for privates. One of the experienced models on the site had told me the other night that I should only agree to privates if they tipped in advance. Otherwise it was a good way to be cheated out of money.
"Okay guys, I'll see you soon." I began to wave my goodbyes when the sound effect for a tip blared over my speakers.
TIP not shown in room: GREY has tipped you 4,000 tokens
GREY: Accept the private. Consider this half of your payment in advance. The rest will come once you accept the chat, and of course agree to submit to my request.
"Holy crap!" I blurted out, swiftly placing a hand to my mouth as it fell open.
Two hundred dollars just to accept the private chat? He said that was half of the payment, so if I accepted would I be receiving another two hundred once he was done talking to me? After a tip like I couldn't just decline him.
One of the guest commented that I must have received a large tip. If the tip wasn't shown in the room, then the other members couldn't see it. Guests who tipped like that, or tipped anonymously, were referred to as 'ninjas' by the other members.
"Um, thank you guys so much for tonight, really. I have to go now. I'll be back soon though, I promise."
Then, I clicked accept on GREY's private invitation. All the previous conversations from my chat room had been cleared. The names from the right side of the screen all vanished except for my own – and of course, GREY.
"Hi, Grey." I swallowed a lump in my throat. I couldn't break character, not now.
GREY: Hello, Jessie. Here are the rules; for every request I ask of you to which you acquiesce, I will tip you. If you are unable to complete a request, please inform me so that arrangements as to why you can complete it can be made.
Arrangements for requests? What on Earth was he talking about?
GREY: Simple enough, would you agree?
"Yes, I agree." Though I didn't fully understand, the rules seemed plain enough that I could follow them without any trouble.
GREY: Good girl. Now, answer me this, Jessie; Are you willing to be my submissive?