Steve holds up the mirror behind me, and I look at the flower on the right side of my back. I smile. He did a fantastic job. I always thought that the butterfly on my shoulder would be the only work I’d get on my body, but after seeing how it enhanced my appearance, I couldn’t help but get more.
At home, I turn to the mirror and look at it again. I’m thrilled with how it turned out. I take a photo and send it to Mom.
‘It looks great on you, Lizzy,’ she replies.
‘Thanks, Mom. I knew you’d like it.’
She’s always been supportive of everything that I did. When I told her that I wanted to dance at a club, she knew the type of place I was talking about. She made me promise to be safe and never go home with any man.
I tried to keep the first promise but not the second one. Some of the rich guys offered me a lot of money that I couldn’t refuse. It turned out that Mom was right. I shouldn’t have gone home with them. One of the guys insisted that he urinate on me, and another guy paid to slap me hard.
I drew the line when an old man wanted to stick it into my bum. When I said, no, he forced himself on me. After that night, I never went home with another man from the club.
Mom was right, but who was she to judge? All the guys she dated were jerks. They cheated on her and beat her. At least, I got paid for being smacked around.
Looking at the picture I sent to Mom made me think of Dad. I shouldn’t even call him that because he hasn’t been much of a father. From what Mom told me about him, there’s no way he would approve of my tattoo.
Mom and Dad split when I was young. I don’t remember any of it. Mom told me that Dad was abusive. She didn’t say in what way, but she told me that he was extremely strict. It must’ve been because of his religious upbringing.
I’m glad that I grew up with Mom. I can only imagine how oppressive Dad would’ve been had I stayed with him. Anyways, who cares about him? It’s not like he cares about me.
Mom told me that he was still alive and that he never tried to get in touch with me. She was right when she said that we were better off without him.
After dancing at the club for two years, I got tired of it. I wanted to work from home and make more money. I got in touch with one of the girls who quit before me, and she told me that she was making great money as a webcam girl.
She taught me how to set up my account and attract customers.
The first two months were slow, but business picked up in the third month. So far, the most men I’ve had watch one of my sessions was thirty. The best part is that I don’t see them. That takes a lot of pressure off me, whereas I had guys right in front of me when I danced at the club.
By signing up for a subscription, men can interact with me via chat. Some of them request a one-on-one video call, which I charge additionally. That’s, actually, where I make the most money.
One guy paid me a thousand dollars. He wanted me to stick a dildo into my ass and then lick it. I was slightly grossed by it, but where else could I make that kind of money for an hour?
I also had several requests for guys wanting to come over to my place to bang me, but I declined. It’s one thing for me to sleep with a guy from the club with whom I’ve interacted in person. But it’s completely different for me to welcome a creep from the internet into my home.
It’s midday. I log into my account and see that there are already five guys waiting. Great. More guys usually join during the session.
I smile and wave at the camera, then slowly walk to the pole in my bedroom, wearing lingerie. My ass is sticking out of the g-string. The guys love that.
I turn to the camera and lean against the pole, then smile again. I close my eyes, grab the back of my hair and raise it as I slowly lower down the pole. In the squat position, I rub my pussy over my g-string and lick my lips.
I grab my tits and squeeze them while craning my head up. I slowly slide up the pole while sliding my hands down my body.
With my back facing the camera, I grab the pole with both hands above my head and bend over, my ass perking up. I wiggle my ass and then spank it. I know the guys love that. I look over my shoulder, smiling at the camera, and spank it a few more times.
I stand behind the pole and then leap onto it, my legs spread wide apart as my pussy rubs the pole. My feet touch the floor, and I spin around the pole.
I look at the monitor and see that another twenty guys have joined. Comments are climbing up the screen. They’re loving the show. I smile and then blow a kiss to the camera. My job is to make the guy on the other side feel like I’m dancing only for him. I think I do that well.
I walk back to the pole and then slide down it while holding my legs, biting my lip and peering at the camera. I hold the pole above my head with my left hand while caressing my tit with the other hand. I lick my lips while looking at my hand squeezing my tit.
I slid up the pole slowly while unclipping my bra. While upright, I step away from the pole, and my bra drops to the floor. I run my hands over my breasts and then pinch my nipples while smiling cheekily.
My eyes close, and I open my mouth wide while rubbing my pussy over my g-string. That’s so hot. I actually wish that some guy was here to rub it for me and then give it to me hard.
I sit on the floor, leaning against the pole and my legs open. I’m sure that the guys watching me are already stroking their meat.
My hand slides into my g-string, and I smile at the camera. I finger myself and moan. It’s not an act. I’m actually wet. I’ve always loved masturbating.
I bow my head and close my eyes while drilling my pussy faster. It feels amazing. I carry on pleasuring myself for several minutes.
I crane my head up and exhale a deep breath. A smile appears on my face. I suck my fingers while looking at the camera.
On the bed, I lay on my back, raise my legs and then slowly pull up my g-string. With my legs in the air and my g-string raised to my knees, I rub my pussy. The guys watching can only see my legs and my pussy. I like that. It’s kinda kinky.
A few minutes later, I lower my knees to my chest and then pull off my g-string. I raise my legs in the air and open them wide, then finger myself.
My fingers going into my pussy rapidly feels so good. I can’t get enough of it. My pussy gets wetter, and I’m moaning.
Abruptly, I twitch as fluid shoots out of my pussy. I raise my bum off the bed as I squirt several more shots. Oh, God. That felt so damn good.
I look at the monitor and smile. The comments section is blowing up. The guys loved my performance. Quite a few of them sent donations.
I smile and wave before switching the camera off.
The following day, I checked my account and saw that fifty new guys subscribed. Word of mouth is powerful. I knew my performance the day before was good, but I didn’t know it was that good.
One of the subscribers, a guy called Jeremy, messaged me and said that he’d pay me five hundred dollars for a video call. Awesome. I was curious about what he wanted me to perform.
We got on the call in the afternoon, and he was dressed in a suit, no tie. A gentleman in his late fifties, I would guess. He was clean-shaven, with hair combed to the side and average built. His calming demeanour made me feel relaxed, for whatever reason. I didn’t get any creepy vibes from him.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi. How are you?”
“I’m great, thank you, and you?”
He smiled. “I’m so happy to have this opportunity to talk to you. You have no idea how much it means to me.”
“Great. I’m glad you feel that way. I appreciate the generous payment. What did you have in mind for this session?”
“All I want to do is talk.”
“Talk? That’s it?”
“Yes, I waited for this moment for a long time.”
“Oh, okay. How long have you been watching me?”
“I subscribed yesterday. A colleague of mine told me about you.”
I frown, uncertain of why he had been waiting for long. Maybe I was his faceless dream girl, and he finally discovered what I looked like when he saw me yesterday.
“Okay, cool. Have you watched any of my previous shows?”
“No. I haven’t had the courage to bring myself to do it.”
“Okay. There’s nothing to be afraid of, Jeremy. It’s only a recording of me doing a striptease and touching myself.”
“I’m just wondering why you’d want to do something like this. I don’t mean to be judgemental, but what does your mother think about it?”
“She’s fine with it.”
He looks down and then says, “I see.”
“And your father? What does he say?”
“I didn’t think we’d be talking about this, Jeremy. But, okay. If you really want to know. My parents split when I was small. My father hasn’t been in my life.”
“Why not?”
“That’s what he chose.”
“If your father knew what you were doing, what would he say?”
I chuckle. “There’s no way he would approve. I’m an adult, so he can’t stop me from doing it. But he would definitely disapprove.”
“It sounds like to me he cares about you.”
“If that was the case, he would’ve been in my life.”
“Maybe he wanted to be.”
“My mom told me that he never even bothered to get in touch with me.”
“I’m sorry to tell you, but that’s not true.”
“How would you know?”
“Lizzy…”
Wait, how did he know my real name? I’ve never used my real name on camera.
Jeremy continues, “My name is Jeremy White. I’m your father.”
My eyes widen, and my lips part. I stare at the monitor for some time, not knowing how to respond. Is this guy for real? He’s probably lying to me. There’s no way he’s my father.
“Look, buddy, I don’t know what you’re on, but this isn’t funny.”
He raises a paper beside him. It’s my birth certificate. He moves his ID close to the camera. I can’t believe it. How is this possible?
“I’m sorry that we had to meet this way, Lizzy. I tried to get in touch with you throughout the years, but your mother wouldn’t let me see you. She had full custody, and I tried to convince her to let me have a relationship with you. I offered her money and anything else she wanted, but she refused. I wrote you letters. I’m not sure if she ever showed them to you.”
I shake my head, staring at the monitor. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This can’t be real.
“Why are you doing this now?” I ask.
“I didn’t know where else to find you. You and your mother moved around a lot, and I didn’t know where you were. One of the young guys in the office told me that he saw a beautiful girl on the net, and he wanted to show me.”
I cover my face with my palms. Oh, God. How embarrassing. I can’t believe I’m meeting my father this way. I can only imagine what he thinks of me. I’ve never felt ashamed before of my job. This is the first time.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“I’d love for us to become acquainted. I know all of this must be a shock, and you need some time to process it.”
I nod.
“I’ll give you a few days, and then I’ll contact you to see how you feel.”
“Okay.”
I log off.
I immediately called my mother. After I told her about my call with Jeremy, she hesitated to confirm any of his statements. I insisted she tell me the entire truth. Eventually, she told me about Jeremy’s letters, which she had thrown away because she felt that his influence would make me feel suppressed, the way she felt.
When I pushed her to tell me about his abusive nature, it turned out that he wasn’t physically abusive. I was relieved. Jeremy didn’t want Mom to go out to bars with her promiscuous friends because he felt they were a bad influence on her. I can understand why he felt that way, considering Mom ended up dating losers after divorcing Dad.
Maybe Jeremy’s strict stance was exactly what I needed in my life. God knows I never would’ve stripped or been a webcam girl. Having a father in my life would’ve granted me the one gift I never received from Mom—discipline.
A few days later, Jeremy contacted me. I smiled when I saw his message, and I gladly agreed to talk to him. During our chat, I agreed to meet in person.
On the day of our meeting, I was shaking. I had no idea what to expect or what he would think of me. But I had a feeling that he would welcome me.
When I saw him, my eyes filled with tears, and I began to tremble. He put his arms around me and gently squeezed me. I had never felt safer in my entire life. I felt that Jeremy wouldn’t judge me. Instead, he would offer guidance. That’s just what I needed. Meeting him was the happiest day of my life, and the shame I felt disappeared when Jeremy called me, Daddy’s special girl.
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