on,” he said to his little doggie and dragged her off in the opposite direction.
“Asshole!” Angela shouted after them.
“Let’s get out of here.” Olivia walked off to the parking garage.
As they rode home, Angela rehashed how she would’ve beat up Travis and his girl. She had Olivia in tears from laughing. Her sister was shocked that she’d slapped the girl. Other than Travis showing up, Olivia did have a good time. When they pulled up at the house, Angela got in her car and headed on her way.
Olivia was still wired long after Angela left and decided to go ahead and start her new job. She stripped down to her sexy underwear and went to the site. One of the first things it asked her to do was make up a screen name. A pseudonym had slipped her mind.
What was it that Mercedes called me earlier? Vixen. Sounds good to me.
She typed in her new name: Vixen69.
The computer asked if she wanted to start free chat. She clicked the button. Her newly purchased webcam turned on. Mercedes advised her not to use the one installed in her PC. It didn’t allow for movement and couldn’t zoom in very well. Plus, it had poor resolution.
Olivia could see herself crystal clear on the screen. She sat there a few seconds before realizing something was missing—music. Opening up a new window, she turned on a music player. Within moments, people starting coming in the chat room. First, it was one or two. Then, all of sudden, the whole room was packed. Mercedes was right; the men loved to see the new girls.
Hey, pretty lady
Hello , she sent back.
Where are you from?
Miami.
She had lied . As a safety precaution she didn’t want anyone to know what city she lived in.
Show ass, baby , someone using black font said. The models instruction manual stated the ones with the black font didn’t have credits.
Have a little class , someone with green font typed.
Green meant money.
She sent him a smiley face.
Share the room , someone else said.
No.
“Incoming private show,” the computer said.
The chat room cleared out. She and green font were alone. A few seconds later, she heard a cha-ching . Two other people had voyeured in. From what she understood, the voyeurs could only watch the show and couldn’t interact.
Show me what you got, pretty lady.
Okay.
No, don’t type, speak out loud. I can hear you. You have a nice voic e .
She’d forgotten if the computer had speakers, it would pick up sound but it was only one way.
“Well, baby,” she said, “this is all for you.” She removed her top, freeing her ample breasts, and began rubbing them.
Nice.
“You want to suck on them?” she asked, moving closer to the monitor and pushing a button to zoom in.
Ooh, yes, baby. Let my suck on those juicy things.
She gave him a close up view for a few moments and then zoomed out. She slid her hand down her thong, fingering her pearl.
Yes, baby, get it wet!
“You want to see how wet it is?” Olivia was really getting into it. She pulled out her hand to show him the moisture.
I want to taste it.
“I have something better.” She slid down her thong and opened her legs, while zooming in. “Now eat up.”
His cam popped up. Cam-to-cam was extra. She could see his face pretending to eat her out. Slurping sounds came over the speakers. Fighting to maintain her composure, she held back her laughter.
You wanna see it?
“Yes, baby, show me that big cock,” she said, playing along. Her voice sounded like she was in a low-budget porn movie.
He pulled out his extra hairy, medium-size pink pecker and commenced to stroking away. His groin was so hairy he needed a lawn mower to trim it down.
“Yeah, that’s it stroke it for me, baby. Put it up in me.” She lay backward and rocked her body toward the camera.
He stroked faster.
“Yes, baby, yes!” She exaggerated her moans and groans as if he was really giving it to her.
A white liquid flew out toward the screen, and the session ended.
Chapter Ten
Her cell
“Asshole!” Angela shouted after them.
“Let’s get out of here.” Olivia walked off to the parking garage.
As they rode home, Angela rehashed how she would’ve beat up Travis and his girl. She had Olivia in tears from laughing. Her sister was shocked that she’d slapped the girl. Other than Travis showing up, Olivia did have a good time. When they pulled up at the house, Angela got in her car and headed on her way.
Olivia was still wired long after Angela left and decided to go ahead and start her new job. She stripped down to her sexy underwear and went to the site. One of the first things it asked her to do was make up a screen name. A pseudonym had slipped her mind.
What was it that Mercedes called me earlier? Vixen. Sounds good to me.
She typed in her new name: Vixen69.
The computer asked if she wanted to start free chat. She clicked the button. Her newly purchased webcam turned on. Mercedes advised her not to use the one installed in her PC. It didn’t allow for movement and couldn’t zoom in very well. Plus, it had poor resolution.
Olivia could see herself crystal clear on the screen. She sat there a few seconds before realizing something was missing—music. Opening up a new window, she turned on a music player. Within moments, people starting coming in the chat room. First, it was one or two. Then, all of sudden, the whole room was packed. Mercedes was right; the men loved to see the new girls.
Hey, pretty lady
Hello , she sent back.
Where are you from?
Miami.
She had lied . As a safety precaution she didn’t want anyone to know what city she lived in.
Show ass, baby , someone using black font said. The models instruction manual stated the ones with the black font didn’t have credits.
Have a little class , someone with green font typed.
Green meant money.
She sent him a smiley face.
Share the room , someone else said.
No.
“Incoming private show,” the computer said.
The chat room cleared out. She and green font were alone. A few seconds later, she heard a cha-ching . Two other people had voyeured in. From what she understood, the voyeurs could only watch the show and couldn’t interact.
Show me what you got, pretty lady.
Okay.
No, don’t type, speak out loud. I can hear you. You have a nice voic e .
She’d forgotten if the computer had speakers, it would pick up sound but it was only one way.
“Well, baby,” she said, “this is all for you.” She removed her top, freeing her ample breasts, and began rubbing them.
Nice.
“You want to suck on them?” she asked, moving closer to the monitor and pushing a button to zoom in.
Ooh, yes, baby. Let my suck on those juicy things.
She gave him a close up view for a few moments and then zoomed out. She slid her hand down her thong, fingering her pearl.
Yes, baby, get it wet!
“You want to see how wet it is?” Olivia was really getting into it. She pulled out her hand to show him the moisture.
I want to taste it.
“I have something better.” She slid down her thong and opened her legs, while zooming in. “Now eat up.”
His cam popped up. Cam-to-cam was extra. She could see his face pretending to eat her out. Slurping sounds came over the speakers. Fighting to maintain her composure, she held back her laughter.
You wanna see it?
“Yes, baby, show me that big cock,” she said, playing along. Her voice sounded like she was in a low-budget porn movie.
He pulled out his extra hairy, medium-size pink pecker and commenced to stroking away. His groin was so hairy he needed a lawn mower to trim it down.
“Yeah, that’s it stroke it for me, baby. Put it up in me.” She lay backward and rocked her body toward the camera.
He stroked faster.
“Yes, baby, yes!” She exaggerated her moans and groans as if he was really giving it to her.
A white liquid flew out toward the screen, and the session ended.
Chapter Ten
Her cell
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