It was slow going, but I got myself cleaned up and put together. I sat in front of the computer for a long time before getting up the ambition to turn it on. I had on a lacy red bra with holes for my nipples to show through, and a matching pair of crotchless panties that I got from Frederick’s of Hollywood. I logged in, checked my balance ($46.75), and clicked the “Available” button.
It took less than a minute before BeaverMan415 arrived. I flipped the bird at my webcam. I just sat there waiting. A few anonymous users flitted in and out. 10incherTX entered, typed ‘sorry not into necrofilia,” and left. Another bird to the camera. I tried rubbing my nipples and clit a little. That usually could at least get me somewhat in the mood for the day’s degradations. After a few minutes, my pussy was still dry as a bone. I thought this was going to be easy money. Get paid to orgasm? Hell, yes, sign me up! What a fucking joke.
‘You look sad today, Monique.’
I stared at the text in the message box for a few seconds not quite grasping what I was seeing. The message was from BeaverMan415.
“Oh, um, no, I’m not sad. It’s just that I’m so super horny right now.”
‘You don’t have to pretend,’ BeaverMan415 wrote. ‘Who was that in your doorway yesterday?’
“Don’t worry about him,” I said dismissively. My heart was racing at the possibility of making some actual money. This guy wouldn’t be spending all his time in my preview room if he didn’t like something about me. “Let’s talk about us. Should we go private?”
‘Mabye. Who was he?’
“It was just my son. He wasn’t supposed to be home, but…oops!” Come on, I had to get this guy in a private show. “What would you like me to do for you, BeaverMan?”
‘Is your son there now?’
“No.”
‘I’ll pay 50 tokens to see him looking at you dressed as you are now.’
It could never just be something normal, could it? “Too bad he’s not here.”
‘100 tokens.’
Holy shit. I stared at the message on the screen. A hundred bucks just for letting my son look at me in this trashy outfit. It was crazy to even consider it. But a hundred fucking bucks.
“Give me a minute.” I took off my headset, put on my robe and went to Jesse’s bedroom.
He was still asleep. I knew this was a bad idea, but I had no choice. I nudged him awake.
“Leave me the fuck alone,” he growled into his pillow.
“Jesse, wake up, I need your help. A man wants to pay me a hundred dollars for you to look at me in my underwear.”
“Are you still drunk?”
“No.” I tugged his arm. “C’mon it’ll only take five minutes and we can make an easy hundred.”
“I don’t want to see my mom in her underwear.”
“You saw me naked last night, didn’t you?”
He didn’t have a smart answer for that. He turned his head and looked at me with one bleary eye. “You do realize how fucked up this is.”
“I know. They’re all a bunch of demented freaks online, but if we don’t get this money you’re going to be sleeping under a railroad bridge next week instead of in a nice cushy bed.”
“Uuuugh, okay, okay. Five minutes, that’s it.”
Jesse followed me back to my room wearing just his boxers and a wife-beater. If I’d only known then what we were getting ourselves into.