Three Hot Wishes (Fantasy Come to Life - Magic in the Real World Novel) (23 page)

Sloane

I sat there like an idiot, both waiting and dreading the time when someone would log into my room for an hour before I started to lose hope.

Thinking about giving up brought a strange sort of joy to me. I didn't want to be doing this. I felt like I had to, like if I didn't try every option I was physically or mentally able to I'd be nothing more than a quitter.

At least I had my mask. It was the one thing that made me able to do this, not that I was turning out to be any good at it...

Finally, I decided I had to get a little bit more daring. Instead of sitting on my bed like I was watching TV, I copied what I'd seen some of the other girls do when I'd previewed their rooms.

Even though I felt like a fool, I lay down on the bed, pulled the hem of my slinky teddy up my long legs until they revealed just a hint of the pink lace underwear I had on, and gave the invisible world beyond my web came my best come hither stare.

And it worked. Not even five minutes later, I heard the computer give me a cheery little door knock as a name appeared in the chat window on my screen.

Ready4U has entered your room.

My heart sank. I should have been happy, I supposed, but the only thing worse than having no one interested was to have someone come and check me out.

At least if the room had stayed empty for another half hour I could have shut the computer down and gone to bed, chalking the night up as one of those stupid ideas that were never going to work anyway, If I'd been honest.

Now, though, I had a spectator. Now I had to perform.

What would he expect me to do?

Turns out, I didn't have to wait very long to find out. I hadn't thought to really plan out what I was willing to do on camera, thinking I could just take it slow and see where things went. When I got uncomfortable, I'd told myself I could stop.

But I was already uncomfortable.

Show me your tits, READY4U typed into the chat window.

Really? Was this how it was going to go, with a lone, pushy voice urging me on to do one sexual act after another?

Still, this was what it was all about, right? Have to keep your audience happy, and all of that.

I licked my lips slowly, sensually and then slid my teddy up even further, exposing more of my underwear. I cupped my breast with my other hand, trying my best to make my movements seductive.

Take it off!!! was all I got out of READY4U.

Inwardly, I cringed. This was it. This was that moment where my life went one way or the other. I knew that if I gave in and did what my lone visitor demanded, it would only make him happy for a minute or so.

Maybe he'd tip me and maybe he wouldn't, but regardless, in a way I'd be his.

But did it matter? I mean, did it really matter? Like, would the world change if I took off my lingerie and then my underwear and proceeded to do to myself what he inevitably asked of me?

In a way, it was so much worse that there was only one guy watching. It felt like whoever he was, this faceless person sitting wherever he was in the big, wide world had her on a string, and like a puppet master he could yank them as hard as he wanted and make her dance, all for the promise of a tip that may or may not happen.

But what other options did she have? If she wanted to dance, she had to stay close to the University, which meant living in one of the most expensive parts of one of the most costly cities of the world.

If she failed, she'd have to go crawling back home, and everyone would know that she'd failed.

That'd be absolutely awful, she told herself. All of those people you told off for doubting you would love to see you break down and come back in tears. You think you hated pouring beers honey, just wait and see how much you despise waiting tables for the rest of your life.

And that single thought decided it for me. I wasn't going to give up on my dream until I'd tried everything I could.

I wasn't a loser.

I wasn't a quitter.

But as I reached down and grabbed the hem of the teddy and started to take it off, I bit my lip and realized I was something so much worse.

A sellout.

A knock, knock, knock rattled out of my laptop's speakers, and I stopped what I was doing to look down at the screen.

Angel has entered your room.

Angel

She was right there. I knew right away it was here. In the past ten minutes I'd skipped in and out of dozens of cam girls' rooms looking for Sloane.

The ability to preview the 'show' was a godsend, but even so there were enough girls with their face off camera or their body completely off screen that I had to go in and be sure.

But when I saw her laying on the bed in the mask, I knew right away I was in the right room.

I looked at the chat window. There was only one other guy here, but right before my eyes that changed.

LongDong1998 has entered the room.

69er_Watcher has entered the room.

It looked like I'd showed up just in time. Sloane was just about ready to strip for these dudes, and I didn't want her to have to.

At least I knew how to bring this shit to a halt.

That is, if she was willing. I clicked on the SUGGEST PRIVATE ROOM button and typed in $1,000 before pressing enter.

She made me wait, I'll give her that. I knew right now on her screen there was a message saying 'Angel has offered you $1,000 to make the chat private. Accept?'

If she got over her damn stubbornness and clicked yes, she'd kicked all these jokers out and she and I could have some alone time.

But she was taking a long time. I watched her study her laptop, clearly uncertain.

"It's me," I typed into the chat in an attempt to reassure her. "From last night.

I saw her lean forward and read the screen, the tap out a message on her keyboard.

"What do you want?" came her reply.

"For you to never have to do this sort of shit again."

The other guys in the chat didn't like that. It only took a couple of seconds for the part of the screen where their words appeared to fill up with 'Fuck you' and 'eat shite' and 'go to hell motherfucker'.

Whatever. If the worst thing that ever happened to me was that some anonymous person on the internet got pissed off that I was trying to stop the girl I couldn't get out my head from showing them her tits.

YOUR PRIVATE CHAT HAS BEGUN.

Sloane

"How did you find me?" I typed.

The private chat had made the other guys vanish, and I knew from the stuff I'd read on the site that it was just he and I until I ended the session.

In the upper right corner a big green dollar sign flashed, and when I put my mouse over it I saw that funds had been added to my account.

The site took its cut, of course, but I was now eight hundred dollars richer than I had been five minutes ago.

"You don't have to use the keyboard to type out your words," came Angel's reply. "You're on a web cam, remember? I can hear you through my speakers."

Right. Of course.

As if it wasn't bad enough that I was sitting here in my underwear in front of this guy, now he was telling me how to be a web cam girl.

Well, I told myself, he was right, wasn't he?

"Sorry," I said out loud. "I'm new at this.

'I'm glad,' he typed.

I couldn't help but smile as I reached up and pulled off the mask. It was getting hot underneath the weight of it, and Angel already knew what I looked like.

'I didn't want you to have to do this sort of shit,' he typed out.

Then, 'Unless you really wanted to, of course.'

I shook my head. "I know a few dancers who are always talking about the money they make stripping. Taking my clothes off in front of a web cam was hardly my first choice. I just thought it might be a way to make some money without having to watch a bunch of men leer at me."

He didn't type out an answer, so I pointed at the mask I'd laid on the bed beside me. "That was my security blanket."

'I like it,' he answered. 'Is it the same on in the ballet I'm watching you in right now?'

"Huh?" I asked.

There was a big long pause, which probably meant that he was typing out a wordy response. When it finally came, my heart sunk as he confirmed my suspicions.

'I found a bunch of videos of you dancing on YouTube,' he answered. 'I've been watching them on my other monitor while I ducked in and out of these damn web cam rooms, trying to find which one was yours.'

I felt myself blush, and when I glanced down at my reddening cleavage I remembered exactly what I was wearing. Sure, I had on more than I'd have worn to a pool or the beach, but it was still pretty skimpy nonetheless.

"I'm still learning," I told him. "Some of the stuff I'm trying to do takes years to perfect."

'You look perfect to me,' he typed.

I shrugged, the movement making the silky teddy I was wearing rub against my nipples and sending a little jolt of pleasure through me.

Why could Angel do that to me?

And how? Only a couple of minutes ago I'd been in a panic, desperate with indecision concerning my future.

And now?

Well, now I was starting to feel like maybe Angel was meant to be more than just a guy I met in a bar one time.

There could be something between us, couldn't there?

'I'm sorry I got you fired,' he typed. 'And I'm even sorrier I was so drunk last night that I couldn't thank you properly.'

I gave the camera a knowing look. Talking to him like this was pretty easy, really. I could still picture his sexy body and those piercing eyes, but the animal magnetism I'd felt around him last night was absent.

It was like this was the only way I could talk to him without being self-conscious, or having to push away at him so hard because of how afraid I was that I'd find myself running into his arms instead.

"It was a shitty job anyway," I said.

'Yeah,' he responded. 'But I bet it was paying the bills'.

There was no denying that, so I didn't even try.

'Listen,' he typed. 'I've got an idea. It may be a little crazy, but I really need you to hear me out, okay?'

"Okay," I said. After all, I figured I had nothing left to lose. I felt bad about taking his money, but that was easy enough to withdraw from my bank account and return to him. Sure, the site's cut meant that some of it was gone forever, but I didn't think the loss of a couple of hundred dollars would mean very much to a guy like Angel.

'Need to ask you in person, so to speak. I'm going to give you my number. Call it? Please? I'm so damn sick of typing.'

"Fair enough," I said.

But he had one more thing to type. 'And leave the laptop on? I don't think I can live without looking at you every chance I get.'

Angel

I was sure she'd turn me down, but Sloane surprised my flashing me a sexy little smile and saying, "Okay." She left the web cam on and reached for her phone, which appeared to be just out of screen on the nightstand.

I watched, holding my breath as she dialed.

The next thing I knew, my phone was ringing.

"Hello, mysterious woman," I said.

"Hello," she said shyly. It was strange hearing her voice coming out of the computer speakers and the headset, but that was easy enough to fix.

I leaned over and muted the computer.

"I'm glad you called," I told her. "I wasn't sure if you would."

I watched her shrug on the screen. "You sort of saved me. I'd be terrible if I didn't do as I'd said I would. As it is, this will probably be the most expensive phone call in history, since it cost you a thousand dollars and all."

"No big deal," I said. "I was just glad that I got there before you did something you didn't want to do.

She remained silent, which got me worried.

"I did get there in time, right Sloane?"

"Yes," she said softly. "But what do you want now?"

Right. No wonder she was being so guarded. She didn't know what I expected, and now that I'd bought a private room she was wondering if she'd just traded the online devils she didn't know for the one she did.

"It doesn't matter what I want. What matters is what you want to do. We can talk, if you like. Or..."

"Or?"

"Or whatever," I said, careful to not let her bate me into telling her exactly what was on my mind. I wanted to see her, to touch and taste her, but if it wasn't what she wanted then I was happy to wait.

Or was I? Just looking at her was making me hard, and as nice as I was trying to be, all I could really think about was the hope, however small, that she might play along and reveal even a little more of that sexy body to me.

"I guess it's true what they say about dancers," I said.

Even though she was still wearing the mask, I could tell that she was making a face at me. "What, that we all have gnarly feet?"

"No, dummy. Your legs are incredible. If I were there, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off those thighs."

Sloane had spent so long fending off my advances that she took me completely by surprise when she stretched her long legs out and ran her hand down the smoothly muscled flesh.

I was speechless. Her body was the stuff of dreams, and my gaze ran along it hungrily.

Was this really happening? My cock was so hard it was starting to ache, and Sloane was still pretty much fully clothed, at least when it came to all the best parts.

"This is a one-time thing," she purred, her eyes closing behind the mask. "So pay attention."

"Oh, don't worry about that," I said. I may have been drunk last night, but I had no doubt that the incredible sight I saw in front of me no was going to be burnt into my retinas for all time.

I felt like a teenager, anxious and sweaty-palmed.

"You are fucking gorgeous," I said to her.

"Yeah?"

"Hell yes."

She stared down the barrel of the web came, her bright eyes glittering in the light of wherever she was. "If you meant that, Angel, I'd assume you were about to get as naked as I'm about to be."

That sounded like a challenge if ever I'd heard one, and I responded by standing up, yanking down my pants and letting my cock spring free. Even though she couldn't see what was happening on my end, I got the sense that she knew.

"That's what I want," she cooed, really getting into her role now. "You bought a private show for a lot of money, mister. I'm going to do my best to make sure that you don't regret your purchase. After all," she said with a smile that showed me humor still existed beneath the sexy exterior, "I'm pretty sure there are no refunds on this sort of thing..."

"Yeah," I answered with a grin, "I'd bet you're right about that, for sure."

Sloane reached back and propped herself up, arching her back and showing me the curves of her body.

"My God," I heard myself say.

Sloane shook her head. "Not tonight. No God here. Tonight I'm going to let the devil take me over, a little. I'm going to close my eyes and imagine you here, Angel."

"Yes," I groaned, feeling my cock twitch.