Fire and Desire (BWWM Romance) by Rebecca K. Watts Read Free Book Online Page B

Emily and Janet to see him as well as the girl.
    OhSoSexy reached out of the camera range and reappeared with a dildo with a suction cup attached to the end. She placed it on the floor and rode it like a champ. The dildo slid in and out of her with ease as she did squats on it.
    “Mmm, ooh, aah, this feels so good, baby! You feel so good inside of me,” she said in gasps.
    Take it, baby, take all of me! 9hard4u responded, stroking his throbbing manhood faster and faster.
    “Give it to me, daddy!” she screamed.
    Thank you, baby, he typed and disconnected from the show.
    “What the heck was that?” Janet said in between her laughter. “I mean he just cut her off.”
    “Girl, please,” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “He came. That happens all the time. They get what they want and end the show. She was lucky to get thanks. Sometimes they simply disconnect or run out of money before they get a chance to finish. She did great keeping him online for twenty minutes with four other men sneaking a peak at the same time. She made fifty dollars off the man who bought the private show and another hundred from the ones who voyeured in. Men like the voyeur option because it’s cheaper. The girls like it ‘cause they getting extra money off it. Of course, my business percentage will be deducted, but, hey, she’s in the privacy of her own home. She didn’t have to touch anyone or get her ass grabbed. And believe me, OhSoSexy pulling out that dildo was all her idea. That girl is wild.”
    “Don’t even remind me about guys grabbing or even touching me.” Janet kicked back in her chair. “I used to be so scared one of the men would get their cum on my body the way they were allowed to be butt ass naked at the Banana Split. I mean, some of them would be whacking off, trying to aim at me as I played with myself, or danced over them. Not to mention some refused to shower, and we know how bad that rotten cock smell was. Ewww!”
    “I know.” Emily held back a gag at the memory. “That was one of the main reasons I worked so hard to get the hell out of there and have my own business.”
    “Why couldn’t we hear the guy?”
    “One-way microphones. Do you really want to hear what they have to say?”
    Janet cut her eyes at her friend.
    “I thought not. If you think that session was a trip, let me show you Free Chat. Girl, the broke men are always trying their best to see skin for free!” Emily clicked off the ended show.
    She scanned her monitors to see who popped up in the top ten positions for the evening. Spice was number two, right behind Asia—who was down the hall from them—and the other new girl Amber was holding down the number three slot. The rest of the top ten had her usual girls. Some of whom Emily had noticed have gotten a little lazy, even in their private shows.
    “You see how the men chat in different colors?” Emily clicked in Amber’s room. “The men buy credits, and how much is in their account dictate the different colors. Purple is over one hundred, blue means they have fifty or more, yellow is twenty-five and up, green is twenty-four down to a dollar. And believe me, they will hold onto that dollar just to show up in green. Last but not least is black font. Those are the men without credits, and the main ones that demand the girls show something.” Emily pointed at the monitor to the black font.
    “I see.” Janet nodded.
    Show ass, baby, Balling4life typed, do it with your thong off.
    “In Private Chat,” Amber said.
    Show pussy, and I’ll go private, promise .
    “Baby, that would be a little more believable if you at least had some credits. Now go get some or relax and enjoy the show,” she responded as she moved away from the keyboard and began dancing to a song by Pink.
    “Smart girl,” Janet said.
    “They know not to believe the empty promises the men gave about going nude in Free Chat. I’ve told them several times if someone wanted to go private, they would. None of the quid pro