dollhouse - harry styles

ONE.

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My eyes glance over to the corner of my computer screen. Almost midnight, prime time to start. I reach over and grab my blood red mask, slipping it over my head to conceal my eyes. Adjusting one of my bra straps, I go into the familiar website. Watching myself in the webcam, I bite my lip at the reflection.

"I'm never going to get used to this." I huff, my fingertip moving over the mouse until it's hovering over the broadcast button. Taking a deep breath, I hit it. Instantly dozens of comments started scrolling over my screen.

Dance for us, take it off, touch yourself.

I smirk at all the desperate comments and twirl my dark chocolate hair between my fingers. The power I always felt was intense. It motivated me and gave me an adrenaline rush. Sitting back, I lick my bottom lip and sink my teeth into it. The simple movement makes another wave of comments appear. I grin and push my hair over my shoulders, my dainty fingers grazing over my chest and bra. Another wave.

I sit my laptop back and move onto my knees, my hips swaying back and forth. My nails gently scratched over my olive skin, faint marks appearing. They loved it. Flipping over, my bum is in full view. They were loving the black lace. Not surprising, I always got more views when I wore this lingerie set. I wiggles around a bit, sitting up with my back towards them. My fingers mess around with my bra clasp, eventually unclipping it so the material fell onto my bed.

When I turn back around, my hands are covering my breasts. My eyes glance over the comments, reading all the perverted things the men and women were saying. Though one comment caught my attention. So I lay down on my stomach and hover over the user.

Dollhouse27: Working hard for college? One night, ten thousand dollars.

They couldn't be serious. I chew on my lower lip, glancing up to see the amount I had made so far. Just under five hundred. That was good enough for the night. I wave a flirtatious goodbye before turning the broadcast off. With my lips pressed tightly together, I click on the user which brings me to a blank messaging box.

CittyCat38: What was your offer?

He started typing almost immediately.

Dollhouse27: One night with me for ten thousand dollars. I'm sure you'd put it to good use.

I stared at the message for a few minutes, hesitant. Ten thousand dollars. I could really use that. Inhaling deeply, I begin typing.

CittyCat38: When and where?

Dollhouse27: Now. 632 Woodland Drive.

Now? He couldn't be serious. It was nearly one in the morning. I shake my head and reply back that I could another night.

Dollhouse27: Deals off, then.

I clench my jaw and close my eyes briefly. I can't give up that much money. There is no way I would come across something like that ever again. I give in.

CittyCat38: Fine. I'll be there.

I wasn't even sure where this man lived or how old he was. Though I guess it didn't matter much since I had recently turned eighteen. I close my laptop and stand up, poking my head out of my bedroom. Everyone is asleep. I close it slowly, my back resting against the door.