Locating Beth: Chapter 5
In the span of just two months in Feltville, my monetary situation went from slightly dismal to dire. I was far from penniless, nonetheless, neither did I have the means to head to the nearest bus station and exchange my body for a ride. My credit card was at its limit, savings were used up, and no matter how hard I tried, working extra hours at Bart's barely made a dent in my rent. I barely had enough to cover my living expenses, which left me with just the necessities.
Bart was aware of the situation and saw others in similar circumstances. He shared with us that anything left untouched in the restaurant at closing time was fair game amongst those struggling. It was a small relief, but it hardly alleviated my woes. I started hunting for a second job, knowing that the one at Bart's simply wasn't enough. Alas, employment seemed scarce, with most places demanding experience or having unrealistic qualifications. Given my circumstances, the picture appeared bleak.
My waistline thinned out due to my depleted funds. I'd shed six pounds since moving to Feltville. My slimmed-down body, thankfully, didn't inform my hips—they conveniently missed the memo. My apartment's homeliness was sacrificed as I acquired only the essentials: two wine glasses, four regular glasses, cutlery, and dinnerware, all borrowed from my family. I turned to cold showers to save on water use. Jamie took me out for dinner once in a while, treating me to meals while being insistent that I wasn't in her debt. She was adamant about this and felt no pity for me.
We would talk regularly, although discussions about her work had become infrequent. Every now and then, she'd briefly mention her plans to bring someone home, and I'd put on music loud enough to drown out any potential awkward situations. This was a peculiar habit of mine that came from fear of something unknown—though I couldn't have pinpointed what it was exactly. I rarely visited her website and only watched a few of her free videos consisting of just her performing. I tried hard not to view Jamie as someone who did adult work in her life, and instead thought of her as my new friend.
My friendship with Jamie and Trevor took a step further when the three of us ventured out for drinks. It initially perplexed me if Jamie was aware of the evening I caught her and Trevor through my wall, but she likely thought I could watch any content online, considering she has a website. I was drawn to both of them. Jealousy often crossed my mind, vacillating between the two, which left me confused.
Finally, a day came when I realized I needed a solution. I had already exhausted all avenues working with Bart; no other options were forthcoming. My case looked dire as my bank account slowly approached the dreaded empty space. I couldn't slash more expenses, as I was already surviving on noodles and rice. I needed to find a way to earn more money urgently.
Taking a deep breath, I invited Jamie over.we chatted aimlessly until she probed me.
"Are you exactly sure about what's on your mind?" she inquired.
"What you do..." I replied cryptically.
"Oh! The register?" she teased innocently.
"No, not that," I immediately countered.
"The other thing," I confessed.
"Oh!" she vocalized with a grin. "And what's your take on it?"
How can someone venture into this field? her bright smile dimmed slightly, and she contemplated for a moment before answering,"Well... I took the plunge in college. I appeared on OnlyFans for a spell and generated a fan base which prompted me to launch my own website to help defray tuition costs for my marketing degree. Though, it was all a waste of time, but that's just how life goes. Why do you ask, dear?"
"I was merely... I was just thinking. You know, I'm experiencing some troubles and mulling over potential solutions."
"Sweetheart, if you require funds, I can always offer financial assistance."
"That's quite a kind gesture, but it's a short-term fix for a chronic issue." I replied nonchalantly.
"Okay, but... honey... what I do may not be for everyone. It can be taxing on one's self-esteem; folks can be officers of the line online, you understand." A gloomy feeling washed over me since I inferred her real meaning.
"I... I know I'm not similar to you, but-" Jamie swiftly grabbed both of my forearms and gazed into my eyes.
"Forget that, Beth: That's not what I'm implying. You'resexy -- there are countless guys out there eager to have you in their bed or watch you... you grasp. I'm merely stating it's a taxing profession, okay? I mean you saw the comments on my videos, no?"
"Indeed, no." Jamie appeared slightly startled by my revelation.
"Oh. You... browsed through my website?"
"I did" I said, feeling warmth in my cheeks yet again, "but only the complementary rendition. The premium alternative-"
"I see..." she contemplated for a while before reaching for her phone.
"Alright, let me clarify this. If you're serious about this, then we can discuss it, yet only once you have an inkling about what you're venturing into. Here-" my phone vibrated; she had sent me another link: "This is a gratis subscription. Mug up on the surroundings, inspect some videos, and peruse some of the responses, and if later you remain onboard, I can help you out with some counsel. Alright, hun?" I thanked her, we embraced, and then amended the subject. Later, I slumbered in bed, headphones on, and made a decision to give the premium membership a once-over.
The first thing I undertook was a review of the videos to extrapolate the content Jamie incorporated. The majority if not most of her videos revolved around her, and she seemingly started collaborating with lads quite recently, typically as some sort of reward -- either for attaining a specific popularity tally, celebrating a milestone, or observing a momentous occasion. It also seemed she took suggestions, as some videos exhibited names like "Messing around with my treasured plaything while you dictate your culmination concepts" or things of that nature. This left me feeling hot and bothered, yet I brushed this aside.If you're dead set on this, you've got to detach your inhibitions. And even though a lot of her premium content was her plain, it was simply those videos available to the general population.
Alright. I mumbled to myself.It's about time to observe what this genuinely involves.
I perused the list, unearthed a different 'contest winner' video that proceeded three months back, in the period before I left home. Its title was "Contest #5 victor -- fan plays with my pussy and furthermore!". I activated it.
The video commenced with Jamie already naked, chatting with the camera, her hair pulled back in a bun.
"Hello boys -- Meet our latest victor! He's here to procure me some pleasure and I suspect he'll enjoy himself, as well." she joked, hopped onto the bed, and a muscular male I did not identify, also naked, clambered onto the bed with her.
"Are you fired up to be here, chap?"
"I could not be more fired up."
"I can tell that." she remarked with a malevolent grin on her face, maneuvered her messy fingers down between his legs and lightly caressed his penis. The guy chuckled and moaned a tad then moved a little closer. They kissed as he cupped one of her small but firm breasts. She moaned again, rolled onto her back and extended her limbs invitingly. The guy kissed her neck and slid down. He placed a multitude of kisses first on her busts, then her abdomen, down, down, down till his face vanished between her legs. I beheld Jamie, eyes shut, convey a gasp and raised her arms to exhibit her ample bosoms.
Her moans intensified until she sat up and gently pushed him back. The man knelt down while Jamie did the same and slowly took his penis in her mouth. I stared intently at the man's face: clean-shaven and attractive, a chiseled jaw - he could've been a soldier. He kept closing his eyes and looking up at the ceiling, then opening them and looking back down at her, as if to ensure she kept going. I noticed how he stretched his arm down and placed it at the back of her head to keep her in place, and my heart started racing.
Interestingly, Mark never really encouraged me to go down on him (and he'd never gone down on me - no one had). I tried it once or twice, usually because I was on my period, but mostly he didn't come from it so I stopped. I had assumed I wasn't very good at it but he had never shown any approval like this: So assertive. Jamie seemed unconcerned as she slid down further, her head resting between his thighs, and I could hear her deep, muffled moans grow louder.
Eventually, he removed his hand and she paused before they switched positions again. He relaxed on the bed while she crawled around and confidently placed her legs over his face. She let out a gasp as he must've started... probably right away. I watched in amazement as she sat upright and took a moment to savor the moment before she leaned down and once again enclosed his member between her lips. They continued for several minutes until Jamie abruptly stopped, breathed heavily, came - or at least it seemed so. She grabbed her breast and held it tightly as she screamed her orgasm out, then quickly dismounted him.
"You... you... you stud!" she said, grinning from ear to ear and still out of breath.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"I did. Let me repay you." She smiled and curled up at the head of the bed, facing the camera. I observed as she continued to perform oral sex on him for a few more minutes, and he finally let out a deep moan, bucked wildly into the air - Jamie nearly lost his penis then - and I watched, entranced as her cheeks swelled and I heard the swallowing sound through my earphones.
I stopped the video there, my heart pounding, my groin warm and damp.
Maybe... maybe a bit too much. I thought. Back to scrolling and another video caught my eye; "Celebrating 300 subscribers with one of my world-famous handjobs -- he comes on my clothes!" Initially, I decided to do some quick calculations: Jamie charged $8.99 a month for a subscription. Nine dollars multiplied by three hundred equaled about two and a half thousand dollars a month - at least! She'd been doing this for some time, so I assumed that would be a massive help, though I also realized it probably wasn't that simple. I clicked the video.
YouTube video shot via a handheld camera, with Trevor's point of view. Jamie was in her room, dressed in a clean, thin white blouse. You could see her bra outline through it.
"Hi everyone! I'm really excited for today's video; I'm here with my friend T who's going to help me celebrate. Say hi, T!"
"Hi, T! So, what are we here to celebrate?" T asked.
"Last night I reached subscriber number three hundred!" Jamie cried out, jumping up and down with excitement.
"Congratulations! How do we plan on celebrating?"
"Well, I was thinking I'd give you a handjob and show everyone how much giving handjobs thrills me!"
"Alright, that sounds good to me."
"All right, hurry up and let me see your dick!" Jamie responded eagerly and bent down to help him unzip his fly. His dick popped out. I was taken aback - it was big. Perhaps not as large as I'd imagined, but still... big, and he wasn't even fully hard yet. She started stroking his penis with both hands and he let out a groan of pleasure. Jamie occasionally brought her face close to the tip, almost as if to suck it but then backed off. Every time she touched his balls, his voice trembled. [
In the end, only seconds remaining on the recording, Trevor became louder and then, like he'd done in the past, he slammed his fist against the closest wall. Jamie then edged near him, briefly touched the tip of his erect penis and Trevor ejaculated. Streams of sperm spurted from his penis and Jamie, with her eyes closed, managed to catch most of it on herself. Patches of stains emerged on her blouse and a few drops landed on her cheek. After a few seconds, Trevor finally stopped and Jamie teased his penis one last time with a firm tug, extracting the remaining semen from the head, which she kept in her hand for a moment before smearing it on her blouse with a teasing expression.
"Thank you for helping me celebrate and thank you to everyone who subscribed!"
"Yeah," Trevor panted, "Thank you."
I lay in bed, my hand already between my legs, and as I made myself climax while watching the video again, I thought to myself: I think I could do that.
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- My Close Friend, a Female, Fondled Me
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- Listening to Their Groans: The Complete Narrative
- Slim, Youthful, and Well-Endowed in Part 2
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