The Skunge by Jeff Barr Read Free Book Online

since that Midwestern douche-nozzle had pulled his little stunt on the set of College Hunnies 27 . Her stomach hurt, her head hurt, even her nipples were sore. Worst of all, there was an incessant, burning itch in her eye, where his cum had landed. If she had actually fucked the guy, she would more than suspect a dose of the clap or gonorrhea, but she'd been tested, and she was clean. No such thing as too safe, she had told Jynx. The younger girl scoffed at Sugar's suggestion they get tested afterward. Jynx was satisfied with the computer-printed sheet declaring the stunt cock as STD-free. Monty had provided it, and he was known as a stickler.
    For tonight's show, she decided on the 'no one likes me' act; in her current state, it would be easy. She mussed her hair and smeared her mascara just enough to show up on cam, but not enough to actually hurt her looks. The freaks were a dichotomy, both simple and complex in their wants and needs. If she overdid the sniffles and the mournful looks, they would sense the untruth and stay away. If she underplayed it, they would get bored and leave.
    She had a long list of these performance pieces, tricks to maximize her income every session. The men were suckers, and one created an account every minute. A 'birthday party', where she downed shot after shot of water, poured from an old Grey Goose bottle; 'tipsy for tips' she called it. Then there was the 'raffle' where high tippers were entered into a draw to win a date. Sometimes the 'trip' would be to a vacation destination like Fiji or the Dominican, and sometimes it would be a plane ticket and a hotel room to her location (she listed it as Northern California). Not once had she ever gone through with the date. Most of them were too shy to actually meet her, and would take any excuse to back out of the trip. Any guys who showed even an inkling of going through with it, she would claim a family emergency and promise to reschedule. It wasn't hard; most of them were older, married men—even the ones that pretended to be hip DJs, or tattoo artists—and they only played the raffle for the idea of what could happen on a private date.
    She logged in, scanned her inbox, adjusted the tissue box and made sure a few were scattered around her. She rubbed furiously at her lips with the back of her hand, making them puff up. She started her show.
    After a few seconds, the guest list began filling with names. Private messages bubbled onto her screen.
    bb, you have sexy tits!!
    Loved you in Hump Day 3. That scene with Derek Hardmann was so hot
    Do u escort? Where do u live? Can we meet?
    She tried not to roll her eyes at the messages scrolling across her screen. Since her porn movies had started showing on the tube sites, the number of men in her chatroom had exploded; most of the newbies wanted her to enact their favorite scenes. She would of course—if they had the credits. If they asked her to piss in a bowl, she'd do that too, what the hell—some of the other girls would drink it (or pretend to), but Sugar would just take their money, fill the bowl, and tell them to fuck off. Some of them would threaten to report her to the site, but since it was against the rules in the first place, they wouldn't get far. Dear pornographers! One of your models urinated in a bowl but refused to drink it. I expect a full resolution, posthaste ! Good day to you, sirs ! The sites treated most of the models as fodder, but for someone who had some cachet in the skin trade, she had enough push-back to stick to her boundaries. A lot of the girls didn't have the same luxury.
    BB, can I c ur cute feet?
    Show me your cunt, please.
    fukin bitch bitch fucj u hoor
    I love you, you are the most beautiful girl on this site
    "Fuck you, fuck you very much." She muttered through gritted teeth and managed not to roll her eyes, forcing a tearful smile, as one of the room's self-styled Lotharios told her she was 'too pretty to do porn for a living', and tipped her five bucks. It's