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“What do you think?” I asked, striking a couple of cutesy poses before sitting back down and scrolling through some of the comments I’d missed.

At least ten newcomers were lurking, but my regulars were chatty as hell.

EverySteve: Yeah, baby, just like that. Fuck, you make me so hard.

BigMan69: Spread your legs for me. Pull that thong to the side so I can see what I really want.

Bob1212: You’re such a good girl.

JohnBoy27: Touch yourself. Show us how wet you are.

OnMyKnees4U: Fuck. Those nipples were made for my mouth. I’d worship you for hours.

TIs4Tony: I can’t wait to leave my handprint on that ass, beauty.

TheRealMan: If I was there, you’d be the one begging me.

ShyGuy25: I can’t believe you’re real.

CallMeMommy: Me-ow! You have the prettiest kitty.

“Some of you are getting very demanding. You know what to do if you want more. Book a private and I’ll show you what you want to see.” My mouth watered at the thought of how much more energy I received when I was in a private session.

EverySteve:

TIs4Tony: Show me how you’d suck this dick.

“Book me and I will,” I said, winking.

BigMan69: Such a tease. Begging for a spanking.

Bob1212: I want to see you make yourself come.

TheRealMan: At least show us your tits. We’re paying you to be here, give us something.

That sent a flash of anger through me, but I tamped it down, instead leaning forward, hands on my parted thighs and letting them get a good look at my breasts through the sheer material I was wearing.

“That’s all you get in the playground. You want more, you have to book time in the tree house.”

Almost on cue, a notification flashed in the upper right corner of my screen, showing me someone had done just that. I had to fight a smile when I saw the name of the requester.

ShyGuy25. Or as he’d recently asked me to call him, Cole.

“Looks like someone is taking me up on my offer,” I told the others with a flirty wave. “Be back in a while.”

I popped into the private room and waited for the notification that he’d joined. As usual, his portion of the screen remained black. Most of my clients preferred to remain anonymous, but every now and then, one would opt to get on the screen with me. Others liked to join the audio channel so we could directly interact and their hands could be free for... whatever. But for the most part, they liked to keep it text only. That was fine with me. As long as they participated, I got what I needed.

“Hi, Cole. How are you?”

“I’m glad you’re back. The chat was really raunchy today. Are you okay?”

I’d never tell him, but Cole’s voice was beautiful. Smooth and deep, soothing and addictive. I always looked forward to it when he booked time with me.

“Aw, it’s sweet of you to ask. I’m fine. Sort of comes with the territory, but I don’t want to waste our time talking about them. Tell me about your day.”

Usually Cole spent our sessions just wanting to talk. Sometimes we’d get a little R-rated, but he struck me as exactly what his moniker suggested, a shy guy. I got the feeling he didn’t interact with people out in the real world very often. Just like with the rest of my most loyal clients, Cole was interested in what Andi referred to as the “girlfriend experience.” With me he was able to experience the kind of intimacy his real life denied him. And I had zero problem with playing girlfriend/therapist/real-life fantasy. So long as he kept me fed, I’d be anything he wanted.

“I’m fine. I spent most of the day plotting. Had a few deliveries arrive. Worked out, but I don’t know why I care about keeping fit. It’s not like anyone is going to see me.”

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