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.