Cam was an accomplished everything, and if she wasn’t, she’d at least pretend to be for an agreed upon price. Right now she was pretending to have a metric shit ton of patience.
Cam the Cam Girl.
Do you want to know what she looks like? If you’d look at her profile on r/sexsells, you’d see just her lips, rouged up, her thin chin, and her lustrous reddish locks. All of her free pictures cut off before revealing even a G rated amount of bosom… usually, in the photo, she’s wearing a bra, you know, because you can see the intricate lacy straps. Her picture is always changing. Angle, color, pose… but it’s branded. It’s always her shoulders, her lips, her bosom you’d imagine if you saw it.
If you pay, you can see her eyes.
If you pay, you can see everything. Some value of everything.
Her chin is down toward her chest, and she’s staring up through her glasses. “You realize you paid me, right?”
“I know. I’m sorry,” the voice on the other end of skype said.
Jeff was always like this. He was not a very functional coke head. “Cam. My skype isn’t working.”
“Your skype is working fine. I can see you and I can hear you.”
“Fuuuuuck.” He threw his hands up in exasperation. “Every time. I knew I shouldn’t have bought this skype time. Fuck, Cam. I’m so sorry for wasting time. Your time. I should do sign language. Do you know sign language?” He took a deep breath and let out a long exhale of wind.
“Jeff. Your skype is working.”
“I know Skype is working, I’m talking about my mic. My mic isn’t working.”
“Yes it is. I can hear you, it’s fine.”
“Can you understand sign language?”
“Yes!”
“I don’t know sign language.” Jeff, tried to make a heart with his two hands. “This is supposed to be a heart. But I think it looks like a Spade.” He sighed. “Ace of Spades. What I want to do to you.” Jeff never let camgirls see his penis. He always kept the camera trained on his face. A close up of his face. It was a handsome face, black hair a little thinning for 30ish, but with just a smidge of boyish coke fat, he had a kind of harmless baby charm. “I’m so hard right now. Listen. I’m getting another call. I’m going to try and fix my microphone.”
“Jeff! It did look like an Ace of Spades.” She frowned.
“I know! I wanted it to look like a heart!” He shut off his computer. Thought to himself, “*I need to use the bathroom.*”
Cam texted him. **YOU ARE ON THE CLOCK!**
He let go of his cock and tried to grab his phone out of his pocket before his pants hit the floor. It was mostly successful. He texted back. **I KNOW! I’m SORRY! I my micro is brken. I have to fix it.**
He looked over at the sink and saw a line of coke he’d forgotten about. He started to text her again. His pee went everywhere that wasn’t the bowl. He thought, *I’m going to have to clean this up.* He typed, **I’m so sorry. My mic isn’t working. Do U know sign language?**
Cam typed back to him, **I know sign language. You don’t know sign language, you dork.**
And for the next 15 minutes, she had no clue what was going on. He’d never tell her. And he stopped responding to her texts. So she looked up his screen name and the various info she had on him. She googled him up. This wasn’t the first time she’d had him pay for a session. And while this *was* ridiculous, this was also, truth be told, pretty typical behavior for Jeff1918.
He’d been reviewed. He’d solicited other camgirls. Other women had written about him on the internet.
Here are a couple of things other sex workers had written about Jeff1918:
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Fuck Jeff1918 in a painful way
Okay, first off. He paid. But it was not worth it! He couldn’t get his equipment working. Not a metaphor. ALSO A METAPHOR. He complained about it incessantly. He paid for an hour and just jerked me around the entire time. I kept telling him it was okay and we could go on when he got his shit together. Call me tomorrow! But he said, he didn’t want to waste my time. BUT HE WAS WAISTING MY TIME! Just call me back when your computer is working. Fuck FACE.
Jeff1918 is kind of the worst
Everything the reviewers said is true. YES he paid. I’ve booked Jeff 3 times. NEVER AGAIN. NOT WORTH IT. Yes he couldn’t talk straight, ran away from the shot, fell asleep half way through the show, told me about how big his penis was, over and over again, but wouldn’t show it to me. And that was all in the most pleasant show I had with him. It’s a nightmare of nonsense every time.
Cam nodded to herself, logged into the site so she could write her own review..
Jeff1918 A+ Glad you bitches don’t like him
He pays for an hour or two. And then he spends most of it passed out in a corner. It’s basically exactly what I’m looking for in a client. Periodically sends me dank memes as a bonus.
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Later, skype pinged back open.
“Cam! Cam! Can you hear me? I know you can’t. Look. My mic is broken.” His face was too close to the camera. It looked like he was hugging his computer monitor.
“It’s not broken,” she laughed.
“God, if only you could hear me, you’d know that I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. MOST Beautiful.” His eyes were sooooo bloodshot. He was sweating. His shirt had come a bit unbuttoned. “Let me try sign language.”
“You don’t know, sign language.”
He pointed at his eye. He made a spade shape with his two hands again, but this time flipped it upside down so it looked more like a heart. Then he pointed at the web cam, touching the lens and smudging it. “Not in a creepy way. But like… a good buzz kind of love. She can’t hear me.” He shook his head. “I’m an idiot. I wish you could hear me!”
“Don’t yell. I can hear you. I can still hear you.” She typed to him through the chat. **If you want, we could just use the chat.**
“No. I told you, my mic isn’t working. I’m so sorry. Try sign language.”
“Why would I do sign language if we can both hear each other, Jeff1918?”
“1918, that’s cute. I wasn’t really born in 1918. I just thought… I don’t know what I thought.” He ran his hand through his thinning greasy black hair. Scratched his 5 o’clock shadow. “I’m so hard right now. Let me tell you with sign language.”
“Just to be clear, you know that you only have 30 minutes left of our show. Is that really how you want to spend it? Telling me how big your cock is via sign language.”
“I told you I was sorry.”
Through a bitten bottom lip she checked in with him, “Do you want to do this later?”
“No. I just wish my mic was working. I wish you could hear me. Let me try sign language.”
“Jeff.”
“Yes?”
“I can hear you. And it’s good, you don’t want to do this later, because if you wanted to, you’d have to pay me more. You paid for an hour. And this is your hour, almost up.”
“I wish you could hear me. Because I’d tell you, you’re the sexiest woman on my free cams.”
Cam removed her glasses and buried the palms of her hands in her eyes and when she lifted them back up… He was showing her how thick his penis was, by holding his two hands in a circle. “This is not an exaggeration, it’s like this thick.”
“It’s like two Coke cans thick? It’s like half a tree trunk thick?” She didn’t believe him.
“Okay, it’s a slight exaggeration. It doesn’t usually get this hard. It’s you, you made it this hard. With sexiness.”
“Are you on drugs, should I call someone?”
“No. Fuck! You can’t hear me.” Jeff shook his head back and forth vigorously. “This big!” He put his hand out in a giant circle again.
“That’s not a size penises can get.”
“If they are really really turned on, penises get really really big. I can send you a picture. It’s huge.”
“Or you could just stand up and show me.” She smiled an actual really really big grin, knowing he’d never stand up and show his penis to her.
“I’ll send you a picture. I just took this picture.”
“No you didn’t.”
Jeff dragged a photo of a penis into the chat and pressed send.
“That is a famous porn star’s penis,” Cam deadpanned.
“If only she could hear me.”
“Look, I’m going to turn this off, I need to goto the bathroom, and I don’t want you to see me on the way to the bathroom.” Jeff pointed to his eye. Then he pointed to a doorway out of the camera’s frame. “I…” he pointed to his eye again, “haaaaaaave,” he opened his mouth wide as he exaggerated the word. Then he pantomimed a bear hug motion, before saying, “haaaaave,” again, then he pointed to the bathroom, “to go.” He nodded with big unblinking frosty ice blue eyes. “I have to go.”
She pointed at her eye, she then made her fingers into the sign of a penis, first two fingers flexed to full extension represented the cock, her thumb wrapped downward holding the bottom two fingers in to represent the balls. Her opposite hand made the sign of scissors and she pantomimed snipping the cock in half.
Jeff nodded. Gave her a thumbs up. “You’re mad at someone. You’re going to cut off someone’s dick.” He kept nodding. “Not mine, though.” He shook his head hard from left to right. “That one didn’t look like mine. Mine’s way bigger than that. I showed you. Mine’s huge.” He showed her how big his was around by making a circle with his hands. He looked at it and frowned. Then held the tips of his fingers away from each other an inch. “More like this big.”
“That’s 20x bigger than the picture you just sent me,” she told him.
He grabbed his arm at his elbow. “And like this long. Thicker than this, but this long. It’s a pain to get out. That’s why I can’t show you right now. But it’s only this big for you. It’s really big. Like so big right now. I would show you but my mic is broken. My computer is broken, now I can’t hear you. Can you hear me? Nod your head if you can hear me.”
Cam nodded her head. “I’m nodding, but you and I both know, that your mic isn’t broken and hasn’t broken and that you can still hear me.”
“No. I can’t hear you now. It’s crazy. We are going to get off together, soon, and it’s going to be so hot. But I have to go first.” He pointed to his eye and pointed to the doorway.
“You don’t have time.”
“I’m so sorry, my computer is broken. Next time, it’s going to be so hot. I’ll show you my penis, and we will fucking cum all over each other. Or the computer screen or whatever.”
She shrugged. “I doubt it.”
“I’ll be right back.” He pointed to his eye, and then to his watch. Gave her a thumbs up. She responded by giving him a thumbs up. “You’re so good at sign language.”
She shook her head no. “This isn’t sign language.”
Jeff didn’t come back. But his credit card did process.
48 hours later he sent her a 25 dollar tip and in the note wrote, **Sorry my mic was broken. Will get another session when I fix it.**
You don’t need a narrator pontificating on metaphor… but the rest of the novel will be like this. An omniscient huckster narrator interjecting, telling you what you already know. It’s going to be a novel filled with broken microphones that are, truth be told, people just pretending that their mics are broken… because that’s a little easier sometimes.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fw1lfe/cam_boy_intro_comedy
This is part of a 30 day project I’m working on. I will be posting these drafts to my FB feed.
Cam & Boy is a love story between a cam girl and her boyfriend. It’s set up sort of like the tv show Cheers.
Each episode introduces you to a whacky new client. And slowly the love story of Cam and her boyfriend moves forward.
It’s a farce, it’s explicit, but probably not titillating. It’s like Phil Foglio painting.
I feel confident there’s an audience for it, I just need to find them.
New a girl who cammed. She had a couple ridiculous clients. She told me a story once, about this guy who was into Fin Dom. He just wanted her to ask him for money.
So she’d be like, “hey I need $20 bucks.” And he’d be like… no! You need to ask for more. He paid her $15 dollars for every text. They went back and forth like 30 times before she got the ask just right.
But every text she sent, he’d send her $15. Because that was the deal.
Then finally when she got the script exactly like the way he wanted, she asked for $400 and in this very particular way… he sent her the $400. And the 15 for the ask. So she made like 850 for 30 text messages.
She doesn’t cam anymore, but she still asks him for money periodically. He usually pays out. Might be fodder for a character you could use in a later chapter.