I’ve been camming for two years.
Anonymous.
Careful.
Face never shown – just my body from the neck down, lit by ring lights, performing for strangers who tip in tokens and type filthy things in chat.
It pays for college. Pays for my apartment. Pays for the life my parents think I’m funding with a “remote customer service job.”
No one knows. Not my friends, not my family, definitely not my stepbrother Tyler, who’s supposed to be at his apartment an hour away and absolutely not walking into my room without knocking while I’m mid-show with a vibrator buried in my p***y.
But here we are.
The door swings open. Tyler freezes in the doorway. His roommate Jake – tall, dark-haired, unfairly attractive – stops short behind him.
I’m on my bed. Legs spread. Ring lights illuminating every inch
