Think they're gonna help me, open up my eyes.
Her stream loaded up.
On the left side of the screen was her video feed, the right side the chat window.
At the very top I could see the sixteen digit anonymous number I was given.
So for now, I was Anon4735015927581940.
The first thing I could see was her crouching down up against the wall.
I could see her unplugging a couple things.
For each plug she ripped out of the wall, one more studio light came off.
Each time she pulled, she spoke one more word.
"Fuck…this…Bull…shit."
She stood up and faced the camera.
She was still fully clothed, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
Her head was hung low, her shoulders jerking up and down every now and then.
Was she…crying?
She began stomping towards the camera, obviously with the intention to turn it off.
I typed into the chat as quickly as I could
-Wait!
Her eyes were focused somewhere off camera, likely her other monitor.
Her eyes were glossy and red, as if she's been crying for hours.
I tried again.
-Wait! Please!
I thought I was too late. She would have closed the stream by now.
I was waiting for the message to pop up that 'this streamer has disconnected'.
But yet it didn't.
Instead, her eyes switched focus into the camera.
Almost as if she was looking directly at me.
"Oh, um….hey."
She used her long sleeve to wipe her face.
"I… um…. I'm not feeling it today. Sorry. I'll be on again tomorrow."
Then and there did I realize I was now in a one on one conversation with her.
And had absolutely no idea what to do or say.
-That's okay! I didn't want you to anyway.
"W-what? You didn't want me to do what? You don't like me? Why are you here?"
Fucking fucker fuck, god fucking dammit why the fuck did I say that?!
-I'm so sorry that's not what I meant at all.
"Yeah, sure. So why are you here? Why am I even talking to you?"
Uh…fuck she got me there.
-Well if I'm being honest I don't know either.
"Um… you know what this website is right?"
-I do.
"So again, why are you here? Why did you click on me?"
Wow, this is harder than Commander Johnson.
-I saw your blue hair and it caught my attention
"Oh, yeah. It gets a lot of attention actually."
Okay, there we go. That might have slowed things down a little.
"So what, you want me to take my clothes off now?"
Nevermind.
"You and I are already here, you have any tokens?"
Shit.
No I didn't, and nor would I ever.
I'll stick my hand in a blender before I give these websites my credit card information.
-Can't say I do. But I promise, I'm not here for that.
"Then… why are you on a camgirl site? Aren't you here to watch people have sex?"
I mean, yes. That was the initial motive. But I don't know why she…
Wait.
Sex.
I quickly looked over to my table where I laid down my papers from
The office.
Holy shit I struck gold.
Commander Johnson, you son of a bitch you're a genius.
-Well this might seem weird, hear me out?
"Umm, I don't do super kinky stuff."
-No no, not that.
"Then what is it?"
-Long story short, I need to write a sexy comic for my job and I'm terrible at writing sexy stuff.
I can see her take a moment to read the message and take it in.
"So, a sexy comic? So was this just research then?"
-Not exactly. See, I have to come up with the story on my own but I don't have a lot of experience.
"Experience writing?"
-No, experience with the other stuff.
"Other stuff? Sex?"
-Yup
"You're a Virgin?"
This was the most embarrassing 'Yup' of my life.
-….yup
"Huh. Umm…."
She took a moment to look around her room. What she was looking for, I couldn't tell you.
"You know what, sure."
-Really?
"Yeah. This might actually be kind of fun. Um, I'm Nikki by the way."
-You're a lifesaver Nikki. I'm Dean