*I don't take much time to go back and edit as I am writing another story about the cam model industry that I plan on self-publishing. This story is for feedback and to see how you guys like the content. So sorry for the typos or missed words, but again THANK YOU SO MUCH for reading! :) You guys are amazing! - Haley*

Thanks to GREY's benevolence the last time I cammed, my cam score had shot through the roof. I went from the starting camscore of one thousand to almost three thousand in just my first week. Though some of the higher making models had camscores reaching, and some even surpassing, ten thousand, I was confident in myself now more than ever.

The money I had made in just a two days would be enough to cover a new transmission for Wanda. That meant that the money that I continued to make throughout the month could cover food, my bills, and replace the money I spent on the laptop.

However, at the end of the month I planned on quitting being a cam model. My hands felt tied now. GREY had spent more money on my camming success than I ever would have. How would he react to me just never logging back online once the month ended?

I tried not to think about. It was a pleasant day outside, and now that classes were over I felt like grabbing a bite to eat. There was a nice little cafe not far from the university. I would go there.

The walk wasn't the most fulfilling. In fact, underneath my excessive layers of clothing, it was warm. That was the problem with dressing as modestly as I did. A thin long sleeved shirt buried underneath a worn down blue cardigan and jeans was not appropriate attire for days where the sunshine was plentiful.

By the time I made it to the cafe, my hair stuck to my face – glued down by the copious amount of sweat. Inside, the air conditioning was more than welcoming. I sat as close to the nearest vent as I could manage. I scattered my books on the table, figuring I could finish up one or two assignments while I sat and enjoyed and ice cold passion tea.

"Wait, you have to order, Ana. This isn't a restaurant." I sighed.

I got hastily, and in doing so I bumped into another patron of the cafe.

"I am so sorry!" I apologized, grasping the side of my head.

A handsome young man glowered down at me. For a moment, he appeared confused, then his expression changed into that of someone who had seen a ghost.

"I didn't mean to run into you. I'm sorry!" I hurried away before the man with bright gray eyes could say anything to me.

I glanced back before getting to the counter to place my order. He was still standing there, dressed far too well to be in a cafe like this. He ran a hand through his tousled copper hair, analyzing me thoroughly.

I placed my order swiftly with the blonde employee at the front, and by the time I returned to my seat near the window the young business man was gone. I slunk into my chair, resting my chin on my hand. How clumsy could I be? This is why I needed an alter ego to be successful when I cammed. Not only did I not want people to recognize me, I couldn't bear to think of the ridicule I would receive were I myself.

As I sulked out the window I was perched by, I noticed the man I had run into sitting in a cherry red sports car. He was on the phone, though his lips were barely moving. Before he hung up he took one last glance at the cafe, looking dead at me. Could he see me from outside? No. The windows were tinted. I could see him, but he couldn't see me. But the way he stared...those eyes that harbored so much mystery...

"Ana!" My name rang through the store breaking my concentration.

I shook off the thoughts. There was no point in dwelling on them. I would never run into him again. I drank through a venti iced passion tea lemonade and voraciously read through one boring textbook page after another. When I was done, I hailed a cab and went straight home.

The afternoon sun had slowly melted into the evening sunset. Soon I was supposed to log on and chat with GREY. When I got home, like GREY had predicated, a box from Amazon and another package waited for me at the door.

I was surprised Kate wasn't home. It was a weekday. Kate never went out on weekdays.

I picked up my packages, taking them to my room and setting them down gently on my bed. Eagerly, I searched for a knife to tear into the boxes. Even at twenty one, when it came to new things – even if it was just a shirt or a pair of socks – I felt the same excitement as a two year old getting candy.

The Amazon box would be first. I ripped and pulled at the cardboard box until final my goodies lay in front of me. The webcam was a shiny black, delicate and expensive looking. It should be nice – after all it was expensive. A well packaged plastic bag contained my harness, and another one held the lingerie pieces. I couldn't stop myself from admiring them in the mirror, laid over my blasé little house on the prairie get up. Nice, Ana. Next I pulled out a small package that contained a solid black blindfold. I couldn't help but snicker. What did he expect me to do blindfolded? Then the handcuffs. Again – what was expecting out of this?

At the very bottom of the box, in an intricately designed silver package, was a long, rectangular black container. I was wary of opening it, but GREY did say he was going to send me a surprise with the Amazon stuff.

Gently I removed the packaging and lifted up the lid of the black box. Inside was beautiful, particularly designed, gray feather. Not a single hair on it was stuck together, none missing, none bent. What could GREY have in mind for this? It wasn't quite a toy, but it could be used for a number of things – I imagined, anyway.

With a coy smile I placed the feather back in it's box. Okay, GREY, lets play whatever game you have in mind. I opened the other box, a gorgeous blonde wig neatly tucked away inside. I took it out and ran my fingers through the soft, realistic hair. The lace in the front would need to be cut, but when I placed it lightly on top of my head in the mirror, I was amazed at how different it made me look.

I didn't have the time to go get it cut like my other wig. Every where would be closing soon, but GREY would be expecting me to log in an hour. I took to the website, checking my account to see if he was on my friends list. If I added him, I would be able to see when he was online. I could just request a private chat with him that way, or vise versa.

To my surprise, I had received tips offline. One from a guest who had written: Please start selling your phone number, or your Snapchat maybe? Nice seeing you last night., and another one who had said: Lovely chatting with you.

Even when I was offline I could make money. The support was overwhelming.

GREY: Jessie, will I see you in an hour?

GREY's message scared me. I hadn't noticed that he logged on. I still had to set up my new webcam, do my makeup, and get dressed in my new stuff still.

Jessie: Yes! Just let me get ready.

I typed hastily. Ok, Ana. All you have to do is ask Kate where she is and say that you want the house to yourself for...er...whatever reason. Okay yeah, that's believable. I totally have a social life.

I managed to come up with an excuse about a study group and that Kate would only be bored and inconvenienced if she came home. Though she bought it, she was quick to state that me studying in a group sounded fishy, and that she was suspicious I was sleeping with some Casanova.

Rolling my eyes, I walked into the bathroom and started getting ready. The lingerie top was a floral lace with a solid black stripe down the middle of each cup and under the bust. Revealing, really revealing...to say the least. The underwear were completely see through. I was extremely insecure about logging on to chat with GREY wearing...this.

"Damnit, Ana! You chose this, pull yourself together. Jessie isn't afraid of being naked." I reassured myself. However, even as Jessie I had never exposed myself that way on cam.

Once I finished my makeover into the sexual deviant that was Jessie Thorn, I logged back on and messaged GREY.

Jessie: I'm ready. Let me hook up my camera.

GREY: Great. Make sure you have the feather and the blindfold. Tonight will be simple. Lets play with your senses in exchange for tokens.

Jessie: Okay, sounds fair. The lingerie is see-through. I didn't notice that when I ordered it.

I began installing the webcam, waiting patiently for GREY to respond. When I double checked on my computer's video recording app, the quality of my new camera was unbelievable. I could not only see myself in high definition, but the camera was widescreen as well.

I switched windows to get back to YouCam. A private message from GREY waited for me.

GREY: It doesn't matter anyway. You won't be wearing it for long.