It’s a bit anticlimactic—or at least, as anticlimactic as it could be—with my fingers in my cunt, trying to make my best ecstatic face for the camera.

Well, if you saw what was happening on the laptop, phone and tablet screens of countless horny Bennet Babes enthusiasts throughout the world, things were actually very pro-climactic.

Either way, my job here is done. It ended earlier than usual, and fuck—it seems like Mr. Big’s not even paying attention. Is he?

Charlie, Jane, Lydia, Mary—they’re all compressed into a slurping, kissing, licking, moaning little group. Don’t get me wrong, there’s all kinds of complex stuff going on. I’m just usually checked out by this point.

The evening’s goal is obliterated, with enough viewers tuned in to fill Madison Square Garden—or at least Mercury Lounge. This show is a roaring, record-shattering success, the best in the site’s history. And yet I’m a million miles away from it right now.

The number of viewers logged in is getting dangerously close to four digits. I can’t even think of scrolling through that list of screen-names.

I know a lot of them would love for me to jump in on the action, but that’s too bad. These fuckers should know how it works by now, anyway. Plus it’s not like I’m thinking about any of them.

Well, there is one user I’m thinking about. His screen-name is a Sex and the City reference, and it’s probably buried deep in the master list of viewers.

Luckily, he’s top of the list in the chat window of my computer.

I could be texting with Darcy right now or even video chatting through my phone.

Instead, I’m typing back and forth with Mr. Big through the Bennet Babes website.

Somehow we’re out of our private chat, and we’re just messaging on the public chatroom, visible to hordes of hormonal dudes who can also see me clearly on camera. Most of them would have trouble typing right now, but some are surely wondering why Mr. Big has so much more sway with me than any of their sorry asses.

Mr. Big just typed: “Stop. Looking. At. The. Camera.”

I pivot to the closest wall, away from the other cam girls, keeping my phone with me. Mr. Big’s next comment is already on my screen: “That is the OPPOSITE of what needs to happen!”

How is there nobody else chatting? I only banned a couple dozen users from the chatroom tonight. Oh, never mind.

My mouth is dry, my stomach churning. I know exactly what Mr. Big is getting at. I inhale deep, keeping as quiet and still as I can so the camera and mic won’t pick it up. Lydia’s space is covered in new layers of blindingly white latex paint.

All the cam show craziness is behind me. All I can see in front of me is a white wall, and a white door. The off-camera lights are so bright I can’t even see the doorknob. What the hell am I afraid of, anyway?

Mr. Big just typed: “One of the best things about being human, Lizzie. I know this is it for you. I want to see you step towards it. Turn that chair around.”

If anyone’s still reading the chat, who knows what the hell they’re thinking about those lines of text that just popped up. One thing’s for sure though: Mr. Big isn’t giving up. Time to take a step towards it.

I swivel the office chair quickly to my right like I’m pulling off an adhesive bandage. Shit, it’s only work. I’ve watched these shows plenty of times. But have I really?

Jane is hovering over Lydia, who’s looking up at Jane with hunger from her chair. Jane’s hands are on Lydia’s shoulders, tilting both Lydia and the chair back slightly. Jane has her right knee up on chair, and she brings herself slowly closer to Lydia as the chair tilts back more and more.

When it looks like their faces are about to collide, Jane slowly licks Lydia’s cheek, and then in a flash their tongues are in each other’s mouths, their tits are all smooshed together, and the chair snaps back to its upright position. For the first time, I notice Mary fingering herself just behind them.

Mr. Big just typed: “Not bad. What do you think? Five stars? Four and a half?”

What do I type back? I feel silly, still wearing my tank-top while the rest of them are stark naked.

I leave my phone on the chair arm and slip the top off casually, showing it very quickly to the camera for some reason before throwing it onto the eggshell white chaise lounge in the far corner of the room. The cool, rough fabric of the office chair doesn’t feel half bad on my bare ass.

I look back towards the main show: Jane and Lydia are still probing each other’s mouths with their tongues, with Jane’s hand’s giving Lydia’s pussy some attention for good measure. Mary and Charlie are standing right behind them, caressing each other’s tits and asses ever so gently while locking eyes deeply.

Damn, girls, these really are pros.

I notice there’s a new message from Mr. Big: “What about the Couplet?”

The Couplet is a sturdy, dark red and silver vibrator that’s currently sitting on its stand next to Lydia’s desktop monitor. One of our coders wrote a program linking the Couplet’s Bluetooth controls with the site’s tipping platform.

When engaged, a customer can make the Couplet vibrate instantly by tipping. The bigger the tip, the more power the Couplet gets. We get to enjoy stuff like that by calling the coders “Bennet Brains” instead of “Bennet Nerds.”

The Couplet’s a fun idea, but it’s not used much. But if that’s what Mr. Big wants…

The Couplet is always charged, synched and ready to go. I don’t type a word in the chat, I just open the Couplet app on my phone to engage the program as I grab the vibrator. The thing starts buzzing like crazy as soon as I take it off the stand.

Oh, yes, it’s working, and I’m a bit richer. That’s good.

I look over to see if anyone notices that I’m using the Couplet. Nope. Lydia’s is still in her chair, and in absolute ecstasy as Jane is kneeling on the white, plush carpet and gorging on her pussy. I swivel the chair around to see Mary on the bed behind me. She’s leaning back against the pillows, smart enough to choose an unobstructed spot in the camera view.

Charlie is walking towards her. Slowly. I feel the need to swivel away from the bed. Whew.

We have some lucky ducks watching the show tonight. The Couplet buzzes briefly in my hand.

I don’t even look at my phone. Mr. Big has chosen another way to communicate. I place the edge of the Couplet on my pussy lips.

Well, it seems like I’m really wet for some reason. But the Couplet doesn’t start up again. You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Big, I marvel.

I swivel back around to the bed, and the Couplet starts going bananas.

Charlie’s pushing Mary down into the pillows as they make out with abandon. The Couplet is now slipping up and down my lips and vibrating with wild power. Mary reaches out and blindly starts spanking Charlie’s well-rounded butt-cheeks.

And I need to…turn away for a moment.

Without thinking, I start lightly grazing my clit with the fingertips of my free hand as I turn away. I want to insert the Couplet, just a little bit, but it’s stopped. So, I keep swiveling until I can see Lydia and Jane again.

There we go, the vibrations begin anew, as strong as ever. It looks like Lydia and Jane are in the aftermath of at least one orgasm, as Jane has the remains of a good squirting on her and doesn’t seem to mind.

As Jane tongues Lydia’s nipples, Lydia laughingly starts running her fingers around Jane’s own left breast, and the Couplet — now jackhammering away — takes my guidance to lightly start to go in, and back out, and in a little more this time, and slowly out again.

I look at Jane and Lydia, who are sticking their tongues out at the camera, sassy and defiant.

The already white room starts to go almost supernaturally bright as I feel the shudder of an extraordinary climax pulsing through me in waves. It seems to go on and on, peaking in intensity and eventually fading away gently.

I pick up my phone so I can type a message to Mr. Big: “Yeah, I would say five stars.”