Trixie couldn't get over the private she'd had with Katya, and she couldn't wait to do it again. She'd checked out Katya's livestreams all week, but it wasn't the same as talking to her and having the Russian take control over her. Of course it would cost her, she would never expect any charity from the Russian nor did she need any, and she'd rather spend her money on meeting with Katya than anything else at the moment anyways. She knew Katya would have privates that day and so she was determined to get one.
"Mattel, where are you going?" Mr. Miller called out as Trixie put on her coat.
"Home, I'm done for the day." The brown-eyed girl replied.
"No you aren't, I still need you to highlight all the calls from Mrs. Davidson's colleagues. Don't try to skip out on your work. This isn't high school, sweetheart."
"Mr. Miller, I have finished my tasks for today, the calls were never given to me and I have an appointment, so I'm going." Trixie said strictly, her eyes daring the man to disagree with her.
Luckily he backed off, walking back into his office whilst mumbling something about women and PMS, and Trixie could only assume the mumbling to be yet another one of his wonderfully sexists speeches.
When she finally arrived home there was only minutes left of Katya's livestream. If it ended before she got on she knew she'd loose her chance at a private with Katya that night, and that was not an option.
She quickly logged in and was immediately met with Katya's naked body.
"Mhmm, no one wants privates today?" The Russian spoke with a cute pout.
Trixie's fingers quickly typed in a protesting comment which informed the Russian that she was in fact very interested in a private.
"Oh, Barbie is interested, well let's do one after this then." Katya said as she picked up a red fan and opened it quickly so it made a thwoorping sound.
"Well my darlings, I must go cool off, but I will see you all very soon. Goodbye!" She added with a small wave before she started to fan herself.
The screen then turned to black as the live ended and seconds later a notification popped up in Trixie's inbox.
You have been invited to a private, click accept to continue.
Do you accept the payment of 100$ to Katya Zamolodchikova?
Trixie clicked the little accept button, and watched the site redirect her to yet another livestream from Katya's bedroom.
"I will be right there!" Katya yelled from off-camera making Trixie giggle.
Once the Russian appeared again she looked to still be naked, but she had thrown on a thin red silk robe which kept her mostly covered.
"Sorry Trixie, I had to wash off a little. I am honestly the sweatiest woman in show business." Katya said with a laugh before adding; "Sorry, too much information?"
"No, it's fine, I appreciate the honesty." Trixie replied whilst laughing along.
"Your laugh is cute."
"Oh honey, wait until you hear it at full power and you'll regret ever saying that." The Barbie replied.
"That bad?" Katya asked amused.
"My friends say that my laugh sounds like screeching birds."
"Oh ouch, well warn me before you start laughing at full power then." The Russian said with a laugh.
"Nah, isn't it more fun to live on edge? Having to constantly worry about when my laugh of terror will happen? I think that's healthy, a little psychological terror is good for the soul." Trixie joked, earning her a weezy laugh from the other girl.
"How is it that you are so incredibly beautiful and also fun to talk to? That is just rude to the rest of the world." Katya asked, genuinely amazed by how easy it was to interact with the doll-like girl.
"Oh please, I'm sure you say stuff like that to everyone."
"Yes, but I have never meant it before." Katya said truthfully with a flirtatious smile.
Trixie felt herself blush a deep crimson, her cheeks turning warm and her heart starting to beat much faster than before. Katya was a flirt, and a good one at that, and the Barbie could easily imagine herself falling prey to the girl's charms if they'd met under different circumstances.
"So, what do you want today, кукла?" The Russian asked as she slowly undid her robe so Trixie could see her in all her naked glory.
"I... I'd just like us to get off together, just fingers, nothing more. I've had a really stressful week and I just need a break. I was hoping you could help me with that." Trixie said, trying her best to sound calm and certain.
"Of course I can, baby. We can keep it sexy and simple." The other woman replied with a comforting yet jokey tone. "What type of stress was it? Bad work week?"
"Yeah, that and school. God knows law school is overwhelming enough, but my boss is also a sexist ass. So that's definitely draining. But enough about that, I really don't wanna think about him right now." Trixie explained.
"Don't worry, I am sure he and everything else will leave your mind very soon."
"Oh really?"
Trixie smirked as she slipped off her pencil skirt and unbuttoned her shirt as slowly and seductively as she could, revealing a light pink strappy lingerie set. Katya bit her lip, feeling her clit throb as she admired the blonde bombshell who's body had been haunting her dreams all week.
"Oh кукла, I am going to wreck you." Katya said lustfully, her eyes burning the doll's skin through the screen.
And all Trixie could think was that she wouldn't mind Katya wrecking her, she wouldn't mind that at all.
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Sign On The Line ✔~ trixya
FanfictionA camgirl. A college student. And a marriage contract. "Trixie, meet my bride to be. This is Ka-" "Katya." Trixie whispered out, mouth agape as she pinched herself to double-check if she was dreaming. Katya was there... and Katya was getting married...
