*Quick note! So even with reviews enabled, they refuse to show up and I when I go to moderate them nothing appears! GAAAHH! Anyway, I wanted to say thanks again for the feedback and the support! It means a lot you guys! And I'm glad you enjoy the story and the concept! It's meant to be different for both of their personalities and the story line. Enjoy! - Haley*
From the moment I had started camming, granted that was just the other night, guests have private messaged me asking all sorts of bizarre questions. Some asked if I enjoyed being dominant in the bedroom or was into femdom. Others requested that I degrade them in private chat, but none of them would ever tip. A few told me they would be my sugar daddies and care for me in every way possible – again, never tipped.
When GREY asked if I would be his submissive, I knew right away what he was asking. However, I did not know exactly what it would stipulate. He was the first guest to actually tip, a handsome amount at that, and that left me in a position where I had no idea how to respond.
Jessie: Your submissive? Isn't that something I'd only be able to grant you in the bedroom, GREY?
GREY: Ha, not necessarily. Sit on the idea for a day or two. Until then, do you have any toys, Miss Jessie?
A staple in most camgirls careers was having toys. Though I had not been camming for long, I did a hefty amount of research throughout the day. I observed how other models ran their rooms, what their topics were, and how they set up their goals and marketing strategies.
Toys could be used throughout the broadcast sort of as an appetizer for the actual show. Once a camgirl reaches her countdown, and the show begins, almost always a toy is involved. I didn't have the money to spend on a toy at the moment, and the check I would be getting from YouCam wouldn't be sent out for another five days. Then I had to add the almost week on top of that before it would even arrive.
Jessie: I just started. I don't own any toys.
GREY: Where is your wishlist, Jessie?
Jessie: My what?
GREY: Your wishlist. If you do not have one, go make one. When you are done I will further instruct you.
To keep from sounding ignorant on the subject anymore than I already did, I searched wishlist on my browser. A link to Amazon wishlist was the at the top. So he wanted me to put together a list of products I wanted, more specifically toys, and he would buy them for me?
Quickly, I signed up for Amazon.
Jessie: Okay, I'm on Amazon. I created a new wishlist. What should I put on it?
GREY was silent for a while. The tension in the room was heavy, though it was just myself in front of a computer screen. Even without being able to see his screen or his face, I could feel his eyes working over my body meticulously.
GREY: We will start off with simple items. First, I want you to add the Logitech C920 1080 HD webcam. Once you add that, we will continue.
"Okay." I replied.
I typed in exactly what he had written. A webcam that was listed at seventy dollars plus was brought up. Several sellers had them listed, prices ranged from seventy four as the lowest to almost ninety dollars. I was assuming price didn't mean much to GREY, so I looked for the sellers with the most stars and highest positive feedback. Soon, I found the one I would buy from and added the camera to my list.
"Alright, I found one."
GREY: Good. Now I want for you to find handcuffs. Make sure they are well made, not props. Next, you are to look for a lingerie suit with a body harness. If Amazon does not offer any that please you, I know of some websites that make unique pieces. The last two things you are to order are a blindfold...
He sent the message before finishing his sentence. It was like he wanted me to feel suspense at his last request. Was he going to tell me to buy some ridiculously large toy? Did he want me to buy one of those full body fur suits? GREY wasn't one of those people, was he?
GREY: ...and a wig. Preferably a lace front wig.
I patted the Halloween store wig nervously. He could tell it was a wig the whole time? Most of the other guests commented that they thought my hairstyle was cute, seemingly oblivious to the awful quality of the wig. But GREY had known the from the beginning.
"I wasn't aware anyone could tell." I muttered.
GREY: Whatever reasons you have for hiding your identity are your own. Nicely put, the wig is cheap. Complete the requests I have given you and send me the link to your wishlist as well as the link to the wig you have chosen.
With a bleak nod, I continued to do as he said. One item at a time the price continued to jump. Soon the price for my wishlist total had climbed to almost two hundred and twenty dollars. When I searched for a realistic, high quality wig, all of the price tags were above eighty. I tried to be reasonable in choosing one, but a gorgeous blonde wig with dark roots caught my eye.
It was one hundred and eighty dollars. That was far more expensive than my crappy party wig. GREY did say to get a lace front wig, however, and this wig was exactly that. It looked believable. I could have it cut to match the length of the one I was wearing – it was perfect!
When I sent him the links, his response felt more like a mixed review.
GREY: Excellent. I will be sending you a surprise along with your wishlist. Though, I must admit, I'm not thrilled about the blonde wig. Surely you would not try to disguise your natural hair with a wig of the same color, would you?
Jessie: No, my natural hair is much darker. I wear a wig to conceal it.
GREY: Perfect. That makes me feel much better.
Another long pause in the conversation. I waited there, like a statue that lacked poise, for his next orders. This wasn't too awful. He appeared to be a gentleman, and he sounded educated. Well, I mean, clearly. The man had to have some well paying job to afford luxuries like he did.
GREY: I am having everything shipped to you overnight. It will not be there tomorrow, but the day after I expect you to log on for our private chat. Can you arrange that, Jessie?
Things would be weird if Kate was in the house. I had to figure out a way to do things around her finding out or becoming suspicious. I couldn't let anyone who knew me find out what I was doing.
Jessie: I can try. I have a roommate.
GREY: Well, surely you won't for long. Once you make enough it would be a wise decision to lease your own apartment. Try and shoot for the same time as tonight.
Jessie: Once I have my car fixed I'll make sure to look around. I don't much feel like taking a cab all over Seattle. Alright, I will try.
I made the remark jokingly, not realizing I had disclosed my location. On my profile it stated that I lived in Las Vegas. I had at one time in my life, but no longer did.
GREY: You live in Seattle? I also live here. I could help you find apartments. Better yet, I would enjoy meeting you in person.
How creepy. I had only been camming for two days, and I was almost certain tonight was the first night GREY had been in my room. Offering a private chat, to buy things from a wishlist he specifically asked that I create, and giving me advice for camming was within the realm of reasonable things. Asking to meet in person was not.
Jessie: We barely know each other. Not to be rude, but can you see where the idea of a young woman meeting a man from the internet might not exactly be the safest idea?
GREY: Being online in general is not a safe idea, Miss Jessie. There a many users of the internet who are fluent in hacking and tracing IP addresses.
My heart jumped into my throat. Did GREY already know where I lived? Was keeping me on cam a ploy to trace my IP address.
He must have seen the worry in my expression.
GREY: Calm down, Jessie. I won't pressure you into meeting with me if you choose not to. I also won't track your IP address, so don't worry about that.
GREY has tipped you 4,000 tokens
"Oh my God!" I felt like throwing up, and immediately I forgot the conversation that had just taken place.
Another two hundred dollars just like that. After he had already spent five hundred dollars on purchasing me things for camming. Who was GREY, and what profession did he work in? Seriously.
GREY: That will be all we discuss for tonight. I look forward to seeing you soon, Jessie.
With that last message he exited the private chat and I signed off. I didn't even have the chance to give him a proper thank you. His tips not only ameliorated my financial situation, but they also raised my camscore. A higher score meant I was more likely to be noticed since my chat room would rise higher up on the 'ONLINE NOW' section.
"Thank you, GREY." I whispered as I laid back on my bed.
I was so giddy in that moment that I couldn't contain myself, and I kicked my feet wildly while laughing. However, Kate would be back soon, so I needed to compose myself. It was just so hard, though.