Page 45 of For Your Eyes Only
A stream of hearts flies up the screen, and I see several additional users have joined the audience with usernames like “BigBoi” and “Horndog” and “WillHungus.” The only original one is “Anmlvr,” and I’m not sure if that stands for animal lover or anime lover. Whatever.
Another ding, and it’s another $100 tip. Another ding is $150. It’s like a contest to see who can out-tip the other. I’m having a hard time keeping track of which ding goes where, and I look up at Bianca in a panic.What do I do now?
She points to her exaggerated smile, and I quickly smile, looking at the screen again. “My goodness, looks like everyone arrived at the same time!” Another breathy, babydoll giggle. “Thank you all! Thank you for being here and for your love. As I was saying, welcome to my livestream. I’m excited to launch my brand-new channel and to get to know you all better.”
The hearts are nonstop as well as the dings.
“You’re all so generous!” I make my voice go high at the end. “Do you have any questions for me? I have time for…” My eyes cut to Bianca and she holds up one hand, fingers spread. “Five questions from my favorite fans.”
A stream of questions glides up the screen, ranging fromDo you have a boyfriend?toShow us your tits, which feels more like a heckle. A question from my Number 1 fan catches my eye.
“These are coming fast, so let me see… Several of them are the same question, and no, I do not have a boyfriend.”I have hopes, I think, as I emit another squeaky giggle. I’m starting to hate this live video. “Number1 and several of you asked if I’m dancing tonight, and the answer is…” I roll my eyes around like I’m thinking, giving Bianca a quick glance. She gives me two thumbs up. “Yes!”
The screen explodes like a volcano of red hearts, and more dings. “Let’s see, Bigboi asks if I’ll be doing live dances on this channel… Um…” I look at Bianca, and she’s shaking her head. “This channel is for private chats and pictures. My dancing is only at the Rhino.”
Questions fly by at a dizzying pace. “Phew! This isn’t as easy as it looks. I’m still learning, so be gentle with me.” I use my Marilyn voice, and the screen explodes with approval.
It’s like I’m playing a video game with bunch of horny cheerleaders.
“Yes, private chats will be available for purchase, and one more… My goodness! So many of you want to see my breasts. But you know how shy I am. Let me see what I can do.”
Lowering my chest to the mattress, I slide my fingers over my breasts and sit up in a dramatic fashion, covering my nipples with my palms. The computer lights up like a slot machine in Vegas, and I just hit the jackpot. If hearts were coins, I’d need two buckets.
“For my very special fans. Thank you for stopping by this afternoon. I hope you have a glittery day! Til next time!” Bianca reaches forward to tap the key to end the live video, and I smile until I’m sure I’m no longer live.
She pushes the laptop closed for good measure, and my shoulders drop along with my overly bright smile. “Wow.” I groan. “That was intense!”
“You are such an introvert. How is it even possible? You should have an adrenaline rush right now. That was an incredible soft launch! You had at least fifty users, and Franco didn’t even advertise. That means they were on the site searching for you, ready to pay to see you live.”
“Is that weird?” Standing, I release my breasts and scoop up a tank to pull over my head. “It feels very stalker-ish.”
“Someone tipped you $500—that means he’s been on the site long enough to be above the tip limit.”
“Who gave me that much?”
“Your Number 1 fan, of course.”
My nose wrinkles. “He seemed normal, I guess. I told him I’d be dancing tonight, so I guess I’m locked in now.”
“Don’t be nervous. Franco doubled security, and they’ve got all the bouncers on alert. Nobody will get near you tonight.”
Nodding, I chew my fingernail, thinking how this new channel has given a whole new set of people access to me, and I just flashed my tits for them. “Yeah, I’m not dancing anymore after this week. I’ll let Franco know.”
Bianca nods, smoothing her hand down the back of my hair. “I think that’s smart. From the looks of things, you’re going to make more money online than you can spend.”
“And nobody can touch me.” The words leave my lips as an afterthought.
My phone buzzes in my hand, and when I seeMaritinoon the screen, my heart jumps.Feeling better?
A smile stretches my cheeks, and I want to kiss him again. I quickly tap a reply.Much better, thank you. So happy to hear from you.
Gray dots float, and my mind drifts to last night. I want to tell him all the reasons I had to leave. Would he understand? Would he be angry?
It hadn’t even entered my mind last night that he’s myboss. It all happened so fast, from the drink to the coffee to dinner. He doesn’t know he’s my boss, which adds an additional layer of potential anger. Would the boss date a dancer?
On top of that potential landmine, I can’t tell if he’s the type of man who would be put off by my occupation. He’s rich, powerful, elite. Do men like him date strippers?
I need to learn his feelings on this matter somehow. Maybe Franco can tell me? My chest is so tight at the thought he might not understand, or worse, be disgusted and walk away. I feel ill.