Oh for fuck’s sake. I’m so over these assholes who keep complaining about my prices.

Click.

Banned.

Oh, hell no. Click again.

Who else wants my six-inch heel to boot them out of my virtual brothel?

I have no problem kicking these rude motherfuckers out of my cam room. If they want to watch some cheap-ass, nasty-cunt cam girl, they can get the hell off my site entirely. I’m 100 percent none of the other girls in the house would accept these losers either.

Bennet Babes is one of the best sites in the industry for a reason. Our cam girls are top-notch. Classy, even. What, you don’t think a cam girl can be high class? Well, you haven’t met me, babe. My fuckable charm is like nothing you’ve ever seen.

That’s why I’m the Bennet Babe with the most loyal fan base. They can’t help but love me.

And it’s not just because I have a rocking body. I can deal out the snark just as easily as I deal out orgasms. I’m highly skilled in both.

“Any more of you beggars and complainers out there tonight?” I say into my mic, giving my webcam the full force of my attitude. They fucking love it.

“Don’t think I won’t ban your sorry asses.”

One of my most ardent fans types out how much he’s willing to pay for my show, and others start chiming in too. Yep. That’s right. Those cheap fuckers can move along because I have more than enough fans willing to pay top dollar to watch me get off.

“You’re going to have to do better than this if you want a good show tonight,” I tell the webcam, biting my lip and shaking my head in disappointment.

“These clothes?” I run my finger under the cup of my bra, grinning salaciously and adding a little wink for emphasis. “They have to go before you can watch me cum.”

I shake my head in mock-sadness, trying to keep the smirk off my face and stay in character.

“I really need to touch myself.” I let my finger graze over my stiff nipple, and my breath comes out in a gasp. “My pussy is so wet and empty. I want to cum so badly.”

More comments pour in about how much they want it too.

With a tilt of my head, I pull my fingers away and put it on my hip, pursing my lips.

“Then don’t be cheap-ass little bitches. I know you can do better than this.”

I don’t have time for this, and all my fans know it. No-nonsense. That’s me. I mean, what’s the point?

Let’s get to the good stuff. I mean, we both know why you’re here, don’t we, baby?

I have enough people willing to pay and I won’t settle until they do.

They must love my give-no-fucks attitude, because the tips start coming in. I smile.

“That’s more like it.”

I’m almost halfway to my goal for this show when out of nowhere, some anonymous dude starts dropping thousand-dollar tips, one after the other.

“Well, well, who do we have here?” I say, leaning into the camera and giving the viewers a healthy dose of my ample cleavage.

“Someone’s excited. You ready for some fun, Mr. Big?”

No reply from Anonymous218713.

The tips keep coming right in as I encourage the viewers by rubbing and pinching my nipples through my lingerie. When I’m three-quarters to my goal, I start rubbing my pussy through my lacy thong, turning around and giving the webcam a good shot of my ass.

Gotta get ‘em revved up and paying up, right? Just enough for a tease, though, a hint of what’s to come.

Suddenly, right as my fingers start to play with my ass, Mr. Big pays the rest of the goal in one lump sum.

I raise my eyebrows and grin at the camera over my shoulder.

“Well, aren’t we impatient, Mr. Big?”

That doesn’t happen very often—where someone forks over thousands and thousands as if it’s nothing. I know I should be ready to do whatever Mr. Big wants at this point because he just gave me the biggest payday I’ve had in a while.

But I’m just not that kind of girl.

Yeah, I might be a cam girl, and I might sell the image of sex, but when it really comes down to it, I’m a businesswoman. And everyone knows that you have to play hardball in business.

I do what needs to get done. I’m not some simpering little girl who falls to her knees the minute a man pulls his cock out. Fuck no.

I’m a woman and I’m the type who has everyone falling all over themselves to get a show. There’s an art to it, and I perfected that early on.

I know I can’t just lay it all out there. The buildup and the tease, the anticipation, it’s what will keep them coming back for more. And if his tips are any indication, Mr. Big is someone I definitely want coming back.

My private messages on the site ding, and I glance at the screen. It’s from Anonymous218713.

Mr. Big.

Normally, I ignore all private messages. I mean, I’m giving an online strip tease and masturbation show open to anyone willing to pay. I don’t have time for potential creepers.

But something about this guy intrigues me. He hasn’t said anything in the comments, and he just drops his cash like it’s nothing. I click on the message.

Are you going to stand there teasing me all night or are you going to show me if those tits are half as juicy as they look?

I laugh and wink at the camera.

“So impatient,” I say again.

Yeah, I’m going to draw it out and drive this guy crazy. After all, he’s paying big bucks. I’m sure he wants to get his money’s worth.

I turn up the music in my room and start dancing, moving my body in ways that I know drive my fans wild.

Another private message dings. You like it slow? If I were there right now, I’d tear your clothes right off you.

I pause, not sure what I think about that. Mr. Big sounds like he likes to be in charge. Yeah, well, guess what, buddy? So do I.

Giving the webcam a feisty look that I know he’ll realize is just for him, I ever-so-slowly turn around and unfasten my bra, one hook at a time. When I turn back around, I slip the straps from my shoulders, then pause, a naughty smile on my lips.

Woman, you’re driving me insane. You have my cock so fucking hard right now.

He really is one impatient bastard. Finally, I let the bra fall to the floor, exposing myself for the webcam and playing with my nipples.

Ding. Mr. Big again. Fuck. Your tits are so perfect. I just want to shove my cock in between them and come all over your face.

Oh my God. This guy is the exact reason I don’t normally engage in private messages. But for some reason, his take-charge attitude has me all kinds of horny.

I mean, he’s willing to pay a shit-ton of money to watch this. And out of all the cam girls he could watch, he picked me. So yeah, that turns me on.

My head falls back, and I take the couple steps back to my bed and reach inside my soaked lace panties. Holy shit.

“I’m so fucking wet right now,” I say to the viewers, but really it’s for the benefit of Mr. Big. I want him to know what he’s doing to me with his dirty talk.

Ding. My pussy clenches at the noise, some Pavlovian response, just knowing it’s Mr. Big. What the fuck is that about?

Finger fuck yourself.

I respond immediately. I never get like this about fans. But he has my attention.

I love how demanding he is. I actually want to do what he says. So I do.

It doesn’t take long at all for me to be right on the edge. Dammit. I wanted to tease him and make him wait, but I’m so close and it feels so good that I can’t help it.

All it takes is another ding, and I’m coming. Like really fucking hard. I moan and writhe on the bed, knowing this is one of the most intense orgasms I’ve had on my show in a while.

When I catch my breath and sit up, staring into my camera, I smirk. Mr. Big dropped some serious cash on me just now.

“Was it worth it?”

Ding.

I had an escort in front of me sucking my cock. I kicked her out so I could watch you. So was it worth it? Fuck, yes.