He types. Behaves.

She smiles. Performs. Undresses. Dances on camera for him when he asks nicely. Spreads her legs and lets her hand dance across the lips of her cunt. Moans and closes her eyes when she touches the place he’s been waiting for. She skillfully takes him up the hill of arousal, his cock stretching and hardening. Unbending in his hand, it sticks straight up, the speed of his hand slowed only by his desire to prolong the experience.

When he is close, he has her kneel. Imagines his belt tight around her neck, his yank on it bringing her on and off of his shaft. At a moment when he is close, too close, needing a moment to cool off, he drops his hands to the keyboard and makes his move.

freebird71: I’d like to meet you in person. Please.

Her smile doesn’t stop, just shakes from side to side in a “no” motion.

He tries her favorite word a second time, his teeth already gritting as he types the painful six-letter word.

freebird71: Please.

Another shake of the brunette head.

He hesitates before continuing, his hand above the numbers, unsure of a starting bid, her unwillingness to cooperate annoying. Finally, his fingers move.

freebird71: $5000. I’ll pay for travel or come to you.

“I already told you no.” She leans back, resting the weight on her hands and feet, coming off her knees, her legs opening slowly, teasingly, the light catching and illuminating the pink place between her legs fully. His cock stands at attention between his arms as he types.

freebird71: $7500. No kink. Just a few hours.

She says nothing but sighs. Sighs. As if she is exasperated. His hands tighten, cramping, as he waits above the keys, then types a final bid.

freebird71: $10k. That’s it.

She leans forward, and his interest piques. A blur of skin as she moves, then is gone, the screen black.

------JessReilly19 HAS ENDED THE CHAT. RETURN TO FREE CHAT?

He roars, a push of emotions coming from a very dark place and moving out, his inability to do anything but sit in his house infuriating. He jabs at the mouse, preparing to rip apart the screen, then he sees her window reopen in the free chat.

She is back. His hand stops its movement as he leans forward, stares in incredulity at her thumbnail, the arch of her naked body across the screen. Her nerve was incredible, the blatant disregard of respect. And the effect on his body was immediate, his cock coming back to life, the return empowering.

He quickly clicks the mouse and reopens a private chat with JessReilly19.

CHAPTER 36

GOD, THIS GUY doesn’t quit. Maybe the END CHAT message wasn’t clear enough. I paste a smile on my face and hiss through my teeth.

freebird71: did you end our chat?

“I’m not a prostitute. If you can’t respect that, then I’m not interested in chatting.”

freebird71: you just virtually fucked me and then screwed me over by leaving me hanging. now get on your knees and suck my dick.

My smile is genuine now, it lives in incredulity and power. Forget my desire to take human life; even pushing that character trait aside, this guy obviously has no idea who he is fucking with. This site, with the exception of its horrible commission rates, is all about us: the talent. They don’t listen to the customers, don’t care if this guy drops a thousand dollars a day on the site. We, the camgirls, have the power. We can block a bad client with one click of the mouse, can ban him from the site with one phone call. No questions asked, no explanations needed. Cams.com last year made over a million dollars from me, money that buys me all the power over clients I could ever want. This man thinks he can order me around? Cop an attitude? I’ve been too nice already. Time to let my inner bitch reign.

I chuckle, rising to my bare feet on the mattress, zooming and changing the camera angle via remote so that it is looking up at me, the image on the screen one of control and power. “Don’t fuck with me, freebird. You have grossly misjudged your position of power in this dynamic. I don’t work for you. You pay me, you beg me, for my time. And that, my friend, is now over. Fuck you and your limp dick. You get on your knees and suck it yourself.” I hop off the bed, off camera, and reach for the mouse. Leisurely slide it over to the “BLOCK” button and pause for a moment. Watch the screen to see if this guy has a response. Then I click the mouse, and separate our lives forever.

------freebird71 HAS BEEN BLOCKED FROM YOUR ACCOUNT. RETURN TO FREE CHAT?

------YES/NO

I ignore the question, stepping around the bed, and head to the kitchen. Pick up my phone and call my model rep, his voice connecting quickly.

“Hey, Deanna.”

“Hey, Jeff. I got a guy I need you to ban.”