~CamGirl~

❦ 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝓃𝑒 ❦

I open the door and step into the foyer of my two-story house. My mom calls to me from the dining room. The sunny room smells of hot dust and the sound of the vacuum pauses as she speaks.  

"Olivia! Your father's boss is coming over for dinner at six. Please make sure you're presentable and on your best behaviour!" Her voice is smooth and kind and paints the picture of a soft woman. Which is only half-true. She's kind, yes, but her skin is thick and I don't think I've ever seen her cry. My father was always the more emotional of the two. Despite his hard features and gravelly voice, when he smiles, every once of intimidation disappears. It's the kind of smile that lights up even the darkest room. They balance each other out so well. I've always hoped to find my second half like that. 

"Sure thing, mom!" I call back. My voice croaks a touch, having been idle for the majority of the day. Nial wasn't at school today, so I didn't say much. It's only four now, so I've got a little time.

I run up the carpeted, beige stairs to my room and shut the door with a thud. I stare around the room and grin, my core already throbbing. One of the best things about this house is that sound doesn't travel. Like, at all. My parents would kill me if they found out how I made my money. I can imagine the look on my father's face if he found out. 

I don't look much like them, their hair is a light, caramel brown and pins straight. They've both got light blue eyes, golden skin and slim figures. My hair is thick, deep brown, curly and my eyes are pine green. I've got skin like a poltergeist and if I didn't understand Punnet squares, I'd think I was adopted. I look at myself in the mirror thoughtfully, appreciating the wide curve of my hips and the pouch at the bottom of my belly before changing into the cutest outfit I've got. Light pink, crotchless lace panties, matching bra, garters and stockings. I slip into a pleated miniskirt of a similar colour, and a cropped white t-shirt. I've spent a lot of time having people tell me that I shouldn't like the way I look. Or that the only acceptable form of fat on my body is in my thighs and ass, but I like the way my belly squishes under my hands, I find it endearing. My breasts are definitely on the smaller side, too, and it's something I'm grateful for every day. I've heard horror stories of back pain and pinchy bras. People will tell you you're ugly no matter what, that your appearance is wrong, there's always something to fix. So why not enjoy being the way you are? If you can't make them happy, why try? Plus, I've got about 100 thousand people a day proving I'm fine just as I am.

I take five minutes to run the straightener through my hair again before throwing it into some pigtails. I add little bow clips and pull my curtain bangs forward. I add a little blush and some eyeliner- waterproof, of course- and a little highlight. I put on my light pink kitten facemask, the stings settling behind my ears, and set up the camera at the end of my bed. I change my bedsheets to the pretty pink ones that I use for my lives and send out the notification that I'm going live in two minutes. You know, just enough time for these desperate men, and the odd woman, to scramble away from what they're doing and run to their bedrooms to wrestle their pants off. I pull a shoebox out from the back of my closet and open it, admiring my collection of pretty toys. I choose a sparkly pink dildo and a white vibrator with rhinestones on the handle, pulling them out and placing them on the bed. Once I see that over 150K people are standing by to watch, I lay down on the bed and switch on the camera. I can see the comments pouring in already. As far as any of them know, my name really is jeanie.in.a.bottle.

"Hi, daddy," I giggle playfully, rolling around on the sheets. "I missed you," I read a few of the comments and play with my pigtails as I do. "I've been so horny today...Thinking about your cock..." I giggle again and bite my lip. I used to feel so silly when I first started. Got all embarrassed to get naked or to get too into it. "You wanna see me undress?" My voice is always higher when I film. Slowly, I tease off the skirt, shirt and bra, leaving me in garters and stockings. I spread my legs teasingly and play absently with my lips. I look at the monitor briefly to gauge the general response and something catches my eye;