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CHAPTER 5 | LUCY

"You know how hard I work every night, guys." I say, standing facing the camera, in a tiny sports bra and shorty. "So tonight, we're going to do some little muscle stretching sessions..."

I stretch my limbs half-heartedly, more for show than any real effort. I cross my fingers and raise my arms exaggeratedly high, so that my bra threatens at any moment to release my breasts.

And it doesn't take much.

When I feel my bra about to give and let one breast free, I lower my arms with a laugh.

I smile as I see them protesting in the chat. Some cover me in CoinLovers to encourage me to stay longer, but I pretend not to pay attention and turn away.

Playing with their anticipation and desire excites me.

Having the power.

The choice.

Feigning submission and obedience to lead them by the nose.

Responding to their every request for my own interest.

That's what I love.

I tell the camera, lowering myself to stretch my legs this time. I try to reach my toes with my fingertips, but once again, this futile training exercise is just an excuse to present my ass in this tiny shorty.

It's so small that I can feel it wedging between my cheeks and molding my swollen pussy, filled with blood from the excitement.

I'm not wearing any panties.

The friction of the cotton fabric against my intimate lips excites me and keeps me aroused from the start of the show.

I bite my lip, feeling myself getting a little wet, and sigh as I stretch harder to provoke another rub of the fabric against my lips.

The growing excitement in the pit of my stomach begins to bring forth depraved ideas in the corner of my mind.

Obscene memories flash before my eyes, and slowly, my thoughts sway between Dan and my secret admirator.

I glance over my shoulder toward the chat, wondering if both are present among the live viewers.

"Slut_Dog sent 70 CoinLovers: Do squats!!"

I stop stretching my legs and straighten up, remaining with my back to the camera.

"Squats?!" I exclaim, feigning impressiveness. "You want to wear me out already, I swear."

I grumble a bit—for show—but comply. I position myself back in front of the webcam, without bothering to adjust my shorty snug between my legs or my bra that threatens to reveal one of my nipples, and I start the countdown for a little series of squats:

"One..."

I lower myself slowly until my legs and hips form a right angle. Then I stand back up and start again.

"Two..."

With each movement, my mini shorty provokes my crotch a little more. I feel my juices spreading gradually between my folds. I wouldn't be surprised to find the fabric completely soaked if I ran my hand over it...

I continue my squats, occasionally glancing over my shoulder at the camera feed. The muscles in my ass and thighs roll under my skin with each of my movements.

The fabric teases my clitoris, and this stupid muscle training session becomes a real pleasure session.

I straighten up, completely aroused, and slide a trembling hand between my thighs.

No need to take off my shorty to realize how ready I am. The evidence of my excitement has completely soaked the fabric—and now, the tips of my fingers.