The VR had changed everything of course. Whereas before he had spent his nights gawking in front of a thin and luminous square he now felt almost as though he lived with Olivia at night and on the weekends.
He went to work during the day and spent his nights blissfully strapped to a VR rig, acting out the fantasy of being in a real relationship. Before he had been squarely pinned in the gravity well of sensory reminders of his dingy Newark apartment.
Now his consciousness hung in space and followed wherever she took him. They went to the gym, they hung out on the street and in Cafes. Harold’s body would have wasted away had she not insisted on a multi-directional treadmill for him to walk on while they travelled. She also continued bullying him into weight lifting sessions but he did not mind as much any more. He actually had a body now too, or at least the start of one. He was getting longer looks, albeit from strange older ladies on the train. He had been seeing Olivia for six months now and was actually starting to look like a grizzled, and possibly handsome, 28ish year old, rather than a pudgy young man who was about to die.
He had dreams, he had purpose, he had life, and that’s when things turned.
“How are you doing Harold?”
Olivia asked this question with a note of concern in her voice. He realized he had been zoning out while he had the VR rig on. He was thinking about what could and couldn’t be.
“Oh yeah good.” As the love grew inside Harold so did the pettiness and jealousy. Whereas before he accepted the relationship at face value now he had concerns.
“Are you working much lately Oliva?” He had asked this same question more often recently. His mind was on a loop that ran from intrigue to revenge. Like an ancient hunter, he would not let the chase go.
“Why do I seem tired?” She was as sharp as ever and not going to be brought down be his weak, stone-tipped arrows.
“Oh you, know I was just wondering. Where you were yesterday.”
He tried to sound casual, it wasn’t working very well. Harold was the sort of person that could make anything weird and here he was trying to screw up the first good thing that had happened in a long time. He often reminded himself of this and then went back to wondering if she was cheating on him.
He didn’t have the heart to ask about her “boss” so he extrapolated the rage he felt towards the man onto the millions of faceless men that inhabited Jamaica. He now knew she was in Jamaica but still didn’t know the city in which she lived. Very secretive was our Ms. Olivia, thought Harold in a jealous fit. So classy and polite all of the time but what was she like when the cam was turned off?
“Oh you know here and there babe. I went everywhere yesterday.”
She called him babe now and he did not protest.
“I want to come see you in real life, to help you out of your situation.” Harold said.
He had not made mention of her original plea for help until this point. A worried look crossed over her face.
“Oh Harold I don’t want you to be in danger. I have to deal with really bad men for work and I actually kind of like you sometimes now. Let’s just forget about it OK?”
What was this? Was she denying that she had asked for help in the first place? Why was she weakly calling him off of a commitment she had originally asked him to make?
“I want to be your friend,” he said slowly, “and if there are people hurting you I want it to stop right now.”
He was serious. He was sincere. He was not talking as he usually did, like a timid frog with a speech impediment. Harold saw a very subtle change come over her. She seemed to take in this information and then steel her resolve.
“You can’t Harold. This was all just a hustle. I can’t let you die for a hustle, I like you too much now.”
What was she saying? The words did not compute. She continued speaking to a senseless Harold.
“I mean when I first met you I could have gotten you to come over here with as much hard cash as is legal to fly with, and then robbed you blind. Left you for dead in a ditch. That’s what I do Harold. I kill people like you for money.”
She did not seem to want to be saying this. Her voice was measured but her eyes said different as they brimmed with tears.
He just nodded like a mute, unaware of the fact that this gesture did not translate through his VR ball on the other end.
“Why are you incriminating yourself to me in a video that you know I can easily rip?” he finally said,” and how do you know I am not recording right now?”
“Well even if you were Harold you know that I can make you do what I want. You love my body, you love my face, you love me.” As she said these words she twirled, and he skirt spun out around her as it was meant to do.
He couldn’t deny anything she was saying. He had enjoyed the last six months but it had all been at her beck and call. He finally had tried to seize a little power in the relationship and now this was happening. Disaster.
“Why are you doing this to me?” His voice warbled as his tears collected in the dark bottom seal of his VR rig.
“It’s what I am not doing Harold. I am letting you go without seriously hurting you. Have I ever asked you for money? Have I ever tried to steal from you? I have been making you better person Harold, you are much stronger now than you were then.”
After she said these words she silently mouthed the words “call me later” to the camera.
“And now I must go Harold. I bid you adieu forever my knight in shining armour.” She rarely spoke this way, so corny and outdated. This all seemed like a thinly acted charade for someone else. Was she being watched? Harold decided to play along.
“All right, see you later slut. I never liked you anyway.”
These words seem to hurt her despite the fact that he was shaking his head while he said them. Again this gesture meant nothing to her as she had no screen to see it on. He ripped off the goggles and lay on his bed for a long time.
When the skype line started ringing, Harold slowly rose from a pillow covered in mucus and tears. He was so sad it was funny. He laughed at himself and then sobered up as her face came on screen. She was angry.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing Harold? Do you think the cam links aren’t monitored?”
“Well what about when we first met and you showed me that video?”
“That was Skype you dummy, don’t you remember? You have been on my official cam link ever since.” Harry didn’t remember. She never insulted him like this unless she was powering him to greater pushup heights.
“Yes, well, I wish you had mentioned this beforehand,” Harold replied. “I would have chosen my words differently. Did you mean any of the stuff you said?”
Olivia began to speak and then stopped, she started again. “The words I said related to men in situations such as yours. Lonely shut-ins who get hustled by Nigerians or robbed blind by Jamaicans. I know people in Jamaica who kill foreigners Harold. Life is cheap over here.”
“But you have never done anything like that have you?”
When she spoke back it did not seem to him as though she was being honest. Even through the shitty res skype window Harold could sense the tension in her answer.
“No Harold, I am good girl now.” Now? What did she mean by now?
“Oh OK, so we can keep on talking?”
“Only if you never mention this again on the cam link.”
“Ok ok. You really scared me Olivia. I thought that I had lost you.”
“Didn’t I say we would always be friends Harold?”
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The next few months passed without incident. Although Olivia seemed to be pulling away from him slightly. This of course made him want her all the more. Harold started to believe that she had initially overblown her situation and did not in fact need to be helped at all. He believed this mainly because it made it easier to be a cuckolded man.
He often wished for a Military ExoSuit suit to beam his consciousness into so that he could revenge himself physically upon all the wicked men in Jamaica and purify the island for his Queen.
He wondered if there were women like Olivia in New York. Shockingly beautiful, and slutty, femme fatales, who had gotten to the top by fucking only the most powerful of men. He admitted to himself that if they did exist they would look at him with a disdain reserved for rats and pedophiles.
He was neither of these things of course, but making less than 80k in New York meant being thought of as less than a rat. At least a rat could afford to live in Manhattan. Should he be ashamed because he wanted this type of woman? Just because he was a peasant and not a king?
As Olivia was subtly drifting away, her little sister was starting to make more appearances onscreen. She was shorter and had lighter skin than Olivia. She was also thicker everywhere except her proportionately thin waist and her breasts jiggled nicely when she laughed. Serenity was her name, and Olivia often passed him off onto her as she increased the time periods that she was off cam. Harold was initially annoyed with this but Serenity had long since made it worth his while to spend time with her.
Where Olivia had become hard and impervious Serenity was soft and welcoming. Their personality matched their body types and Serenity left nothing to be desired. Especially when she took off her clothes for him. This had happened for the first time a month prior.
She had been sitting in Olivia’s room trying to study when he started talking to her. At first through skype texts, then through the ear buds. She was always studying, always wearing the same uniform. She was a catholic school girl and her uniform clearly showed that the church’s pedophilia did not stop with boys. She was 18 though, legal and wearing it well.
That particular day while Olivia was away, and he was onscreen, she took her chance. She looked towards Olivia presumed direction outside the room and started unbuttoning her shirt. When she got down to third button then pulled it open revealing the soft pale brown breasts inside and faced the camera. She was not wearing a bra and thin white shirt offset her talents wonderfully.
Serenity had pretty face with hazel doe eyes and huge lips. So the effect was resplendent when she gave him a surprised look and started to lift her skirt. Again Harold could not look away, and again he was lured into an internet relationship through a strip tease. But now he was cheating on his first e-girlfriend with her little sister. When Serenity heard him finish though his mic she smiled and started to put away her clothes back on.
“Why?”, he had typed onscreen. Scared to talk out loud for some reason.
“Because I like you”, she wrote back “you make my sister happy.”
Harold did not know whether or not this was true, but Serenity like her sister, had a way of making him believe things. He started putting money into Serenity’s Patreon as well so as not to be rude, and was rewarded by a string of enthusiastic strip shows made hotter still by the threat of discovery.
What she lacked in variety of outfits she made up for with dirty talk that would have shamed Satan himself. She promised to let him do terrible things to her if he they ever met in person, but winked and smiled while she said It, as if it were a game. She begged him to suck his dick every night, although his VR ball had no dick to suck. She put the VR ball inside of her to give him a different view. Soon, like her sister, she was telling him her plans.
“I have to get out of here Harold, I don’t want to do what my sister does.”
Harold didn’t want to say that she was already being a cam girl for him, so he changed the subject.
“What are you always studying? It seems like you are going to be a well educated person and have a good life.”
“Jamaica has no economy, I am studying language and art. I might actually starve to death for the love these dusty books. What if I came to see you Harold?”
This transition was abrupt. Harold had never considered seeing either girl in person once his attempt to travel to Jamaica had been trampled upon by Olivia.
“Sure why not” he typed not believing it would happen.
“Ok, let’s do it this weekend.”
“Won’t Olivia mind?”
“No, she said that I have her blessing and to have a fun time in New York.”
“So you have already told her before you told me?”
“Sure Harold, she’s the boss, she takes care of me.”
The way that she said “boss” had a weird ring to it. A hollow sounding word amidst a regular sentence.
“Ok, well then, should I wire you money?”
Harold had long since given into the reality of sending money overseas. His 10 dollar daily Patreon donations had went quickly up to 20,40, then 80 then 160. He had wanted to spoil these girls. Now it was 80 dollars a day for Olivia and 80 for Serenity. He had also purchased numerous items for the sisters on Amazon recently. Sexy lingerie along with other gifts. This was both the most and the least that he could do.
“Yes please, baby see you soon.”
He paid for the ticket online, entered Serenity’s details and then waited without hope or fear. His world had become unrealistic enough that he was surprised by nothing anymore. Serenity didn’t seem to care about the “bad people” Olivia had talked about when he had wanted to travel to Jamaica. Why couldn’t she come here instead? Why was she was sending her little sister?
Harold didn’t have the chance to ask Olivia directly before Serenity arrived at the airport. He stood stiff as a board and waited for her come out of the sliding glass doors and into America. When she finally arrived she was a thousand times more beautiful to him than she had been on screen. Maybe this was because she was walking straight towards him with not a single pane of glass left in between them.
After she hugged him warmly she said, “Hello Harold, Olivia would like to speak with you,” holding out a out a cellphone. Harold noticed that it was a disposable. He was vaguely scared by these words and put the idea off. “We can talk when we get to my house, I want to beat traffic,” he improvised.
Harold never did get to it though, because as soon as he was inside his apartment Serenity pushed him up against a wall, undid his belt, and proceeded to fuck his brains out. He couldn’t believe that this was happening although that thought had occurred to him fairly often recently. He managed to pull Serenity to her feet long enough to fall into his office chair and then pull her head down towards his lap. It was a very similar gesture to that which Olivia’s boss had done to her so long ago.
They had finished fucking, and were lying entangled on the bed, when Olivia’s face appeared on his computer screen. Had she hacked him? How was she on screen right now? He hadn’t heard or accepted any link requests.
“Hello Harold, thanks for taking my call, I don’t have much time.”
Harold was a white as a sheet. He was talking to the woman he supposedly loved while her little sister lay naked beside him.
“I see that you are with Serenity now? Good.”
Serenity’s lovely, voluptuous body lay across him partially covering his nakedness. She appeared to be sleeping. “She is a good girl Harold. When she wakes up tell her that I love her and that I wish her all the best.”
This was sounding like a goodbye. Olivia sounded and looked like Cleopatra again now but a Cleopatra he didn’t like. A cold and vicious God with not a hint of sorrow for the living or the dead. Now she turned to Harold.
“And I wanted to say goodbye to you too Harold. I think that I have worked with you enough and you are ready to go on alone now. You have fulfilled your promise to me by sending me money, and I have fulfilled my promise to you by sending you Serenity. I Have always known what’s best for you.”
A lump formed in his throat. This was the last disaster all over again. Why was she constantly trying to get rid of him? Was this her plan all along, to dump him off with Serenity? He had to admit it was brilliant. To be found in bed with Serenity killed all of his potential protestations, and her soft, warm body numbed the pain welling up within him slightly.
“She is a good girl isn’t she Harold? She isn’t my sister, but you still need to love her and take care of her as if she was my sister, just like you wanted to take care of me.”
A long pause as Harold looked deep into Olivia’s eyes searching for some hint of the old love that she used to show him. Finally she spoke, “So this is it Harold. I tried to help you to see the truth as much as I could.”
“What truth was that?”
“That the only way in this world is to kill or be killed, and that you have to take what you want. You have to take Serenity and protect her like you would have protected me. You have to be strong to protect what you love.”
“But didn’t you want my help once? What about the video?”
“That man you saw on the video is my employee so was the man on the beach. Those “friends” you saw on screen were actors. I own everything that you have seen on my cams, including the former employee who is now laying beside you. It’s not all about the money though. I invented this game in order to help people like you Harold. You needed to feel that you were helping someone. It gave you a reason to live a better life.” ”
“People like you.” There were others. He had always known this but felt that their connection was different somehow. Even though he now knew it had all been a game he still wished that they had been exclusive.
“She is free now Harold, as free as you are. This is also what I have been trying tell you. You can do what you want in this life. You don’t have to be trapped.”
After saying this, she blew him a kiss, and the cam link broke along with his heart. When he tried them he found all of her cam and skype contacts were deleted, and she never spoke to him again of her own volition. He had not heard the final words that she had said in his sorrow, but he replayed the video recording many times in the months that followed.
She was right however. She was always right. He HAD been changed by Olivia, and the old Harold, the one that would have crumpled and died after this final exchange, was no more.
That night he did not get depressed about things that he could not control, but instead ravaged Serenity many times over, straining his newfound muscles greatly in order to please her.
As he lay in bed with Serenity sleeping on his shoulder, he forgave Olivia for leaving him, said goodbye to her in his mind and started the next level of the game that she had programmed him to play.
In that moment he started a new life.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/5uabmr/the_cam_girl_pt_4_finale