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Merri-go-round:

I hate to cut our chat short, but I need to get set up for my live.

PrettyPenny:

Can I make a suggestion?

Merri-go-round:

For my live? Sure.

It wasn’t unusual for Andi to offer advice on what kind of content I might want to consider for my site, but it had been a while since she’d offered.

PrettyPenny:

Check in on ShyGuy. I’ve seen the comments on your feed wondering about you and when you were coming back. He’s one of your regulars, right? It seems like he might really be missing out on the “girlfriend experience,” and I’d hate for you to lose the steady income stream if he has to find it somewhere else.

Guilt twisted in my gut. Cole probably thought I’d abandoned him. The rest of them were regulars on lots of profiles. They didn’t have strong attachments, just a strong urge to get off. Cole wanted the companionship his severe agoraphobia wouldn’t allow him to go out and find.

Merri-go-round:

I’ll send him a video message free of charge.

PrettyPenny:

Perfect. Exactly what I would have done. Ah, they grow up so fast.

Merri-go-round:

Thanks, Mom.

PrettyPenny:

I prefer Mommy, thank you.

Merri-go-round:

Of course you do, you skank.

PrettyPenny:

You know it! But also, is that any way to talk to your mother?!? Don’t make me ground you! Now go do your chores, or you can’t have any dessert. And by dessert, I mean your hot brute squad.

Why did my cheeks burn with embarrassment?

Merri-go-round:

It’s not even like that . . .

PrettyPenny:

Suuuuuuuure.

Rolling my eyes, I closed out of our chat and clicked on Cole’s username. He’d been so happy after I’d sent my last message and had resumed his regular check-ins, even though I hadn’t been able to reply to most of them.

Deciding that Andi was right and I needed to amp up the “girlfriend experience” a.k.a. making sure he felt valued and like this wasn’t just transactional, I rearranged myself on the bed. Instead of lying back on the pillows, I twisted my body around and laid on my stomach, giving my shirt a tug so my cleavage was practically spilling out of the soft gray V-neck. Then I fluffed up my hair so it looked like we’d just been rolling around the bed together. Checking my appearance in my webcam, I pinched my cheeks and bit my lower lip a little so I was flushed and pouty.

There we go.

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