Technically We're Still Engaged

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The following story is a rewritten, non-Taboo version of my original work 'Technically We're Estranged' which was originally released as a series on Literotica in 2015+2016. Much of the plot of the story remains similar, but details have changed and the entire work has gotten a bit of a facelift. The original Taboo version is still available here on Lit.

In TWSE, you can expect Exhibitionism and Voyeurism through the internet, masturbation, toys, semi-public sex, oral, FF, MF, and MFF.

Thanks to Ante_Matter, wherever you are, for your help on the original.

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Chapter 1

She was flashing her tits and cheering when I entered the room. I couldn't believe it; Mel, my best friend Mel, in all her glory.

I was lonely and horny and bored of porn so I was scrolling through cam girl websites when I spotted her. I had to do a double take when I first saw the thumbnail; I mean, there are a lot of blondes out there broadcasting over cams. It was her face that caught me though. I'm pretty sure if she hadn't been looking at her camera when the main host page pulled a screen grab for the preview pic I would have scrolled right by.

In somewhat of a daze, I clicked the picture without thinking and the room loaded up. The chat started rolling by before the actual video buffered, filled with the usual combination of ongoing conversation and odd requests.

FootsieTooToes: How much for feet?

Alphabetacal: Those tits are amazing.

Gen'r'ous243: Hey bb you squirt?

Fucksluts: I want to marry you.

Putitin: Anal?

The audio kicked in first and I knew it was her. Mel and I grew up together, best friends when we were young, the kids who 'got engaged' on the playground in first grade, and then we were always running in the same social circles as we went through high school. She was the tall, leggy, blonde cheerleader type; I was the athletic jock. If we hadn't shared so much history as kids we would have probably been the classic high school sweethearts and ended up married and chubby together, scrounging by like our relatives back home. Instead, Mel went to Texas State for university while I got a chance to go to the University of Sydney in Australia. We both left our families behind in Hawaii, never planning on moving back.

I hadn't seen Mel in almost seven years; I got back to Hawaii maybe once every eighteen months or so but it had never crossed over with one of her visits. Mel had gotten married to some Texan football player who didn't make it to the NFL, meaning she married a Texan car salesman. I'd heard she'd gotten divorced last year, or maybe the year before, but honestly my job kept me so busy and my extended family was such a wreck that I didn't bother much with social media.

"Wooo!" She was cheering, and the video flipped on. There was my Mel, still outrageously gorgeous with her all-American symmetrical face and silky blonde hair. It was dyed a little lighter than I remembered, but she still wore it long. Her thin shirt was pulled up over her tits, which she was shaking back and forth. At some point in the past seven years she'd gotten a really good boob job. No scarring I could see off the bat, and nothing outrageous for size. Just big, plump and beautiful.

My dick was rock hard in an instant. My head was clouded at the same instant, unsure how to process what I was seeing, feeling and doing.

"Thank you Choober," She was saying into the camera.

FootsieTooToes: Feet?

Choober54: No problem beautiful.

P1ran1s: /claps for Choober

The guy must have just tipped her a decent amount, it was how you were supposed to show your appreciation for chicks getting naked for you. The idea was straight out of the strip club industry - see flesh, pay money. What it had developed into was more capitalist and less generous; the girl set a price or amount for her to lose clothes or 'perform' on camera and the money got paid upfront. Mel, apparently, was a little more loose with the whole deal and was flashing her thanks.

I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do or what I was feeling. I'd always had a simmering crush on her back then, but I honestly hadn't thought about Mel in years. She'd maintained her banging body, she just looked a little more mature than the last time I had seen her. Honestly, I had to admit, she might even be better looking now than she was our senior year in high school.

"Ok guys, only fifteen more minutes to hit the goal. I wanna come so bad!" She flipped her shirt down, covering her tits, and leaned back in her chair. She wiggled her upper body in time with the music playing in the background, singing along to a lyric.

I hadn't even thought to look at the topic of the room, the notification to all users what the girl was interested in doing.'623 Tokens to Cum Show: Dildo or Fingers? Biggest tip decides.'

I blinked a couple of times. I was going to watch Mel get off on camera with about four hundred other guys. It wasn't a question, there was no urge to turn away or look for some other girl to watch.

"Haha. No, Torrent, I had a pretty good day."

The user had asked if she needed to work out some frustration. I could work out some fucking frustration right now, I thought. I was so turned on I felt like I had cotton mouth and had to take a drink from the water on my desk.

Torrent: Too bad, I want to see you really go at it.

Choober54: Agreed, you are so hot but I want to see you clench up and squirt all over.

Mel snorted, "Guys, I don't squirt, I'm sorry. It looks super hot but I just can't do it."

The chat room went off a little bit about how she could, or various suggestions on how to try to. There were also the toolbags who offered to help her do it in person. Yeah, because I'm sure that'll happen in your lifetime, buddy.

I'm not sure why I felt so immediately at odds with every person in that chat room; usually I pretty much ignored it and watched the girl. This time though, with Mel smiling back at me from my computer screen, I wanted to tell them all to shut their mouths.

There'd been this one time early in high school, I couldn't even remember if we were freshmen or sophomores now, when Mel dated an older guy. I'd told her it was a bad idea; we might have all been 'native Hawaiians' born and raised but some of the real natives, the ones who had lived there for dozens of generations and had Polynesian ancestry, still called ushaole's with venom on their lips. We were still foreigners to them, andthem usually consisted of the Hawaiians who were on the poorer end of the economy.

Even so, Mel had made eyes at one of them and he'd pulled her into their group. She'd thought it was innocent, but I knew it wasn't. She thought the party sounded like a great idea, but I knew it wasn't. Wrong side of town, wrong type of people.

Don't get me wrong, I would have done anything for Mel, or any of our friends, but I'm not some macho gangster. I wasn't about to challenge some beefed-up dude with dreams of the old tribal days to a fight; that's how a guy gets shot. Instead, I asked every damn guy I knew with Polynesian ancestry to come with me to that party and just hang out. The look on a guy's face when he walks into a party with his new hot blonde piece of ass and finds her best friend and about twenty of his friends is priceless. It's even better when you don't do anything other than say hi and hand the guy a beer.

Five of my friends talked to Mel that night, telling her exactly what had been said about her before they arrived. Her boyfriend's buddies had been talking about how she was the finest ass they had ever seen, and how they were planning on getting her so high she couldn't tell who she was with. Mel had a screamer of a breakup to round out the party and I had taken her home; no harm and no foul, no strapped assholes looking for payback. All it took was an awkward evening at a party.

All of the things I had wanted to say to those stupid fucking assholes at that party were boiling at my fingertips now.

Gen'r'ous243: I'd slam you so hard

Alphabetical: Can we c kitty?

Choober54: I love your smile

FootsieTooToe: Cmon bb, like 5 for feet? 10?

Gen'r'ous243: Like you wouldn't believe. Fuck you right into the table.

Fucksluts: I'd eat anything out of your ass

At least a few of them weren't fucking horrible, though I felt this pull in my chest whenever Mel smiled at something one of them said to her. She was dancing and singing lightly along with the pop and rock music she had running in the background, and every once in a while she would lean back and her baggy grey shirt would droop, casually revealing one of her tits through the overly large neck hole. Every time that happened I wanted to reach out and pull it back up to cover her. Every time that happened I wished I could bury my face in those tits.

I'd seen them once before, what felt like ages ago now, and way before she'd gotten her boob job. We'd just graduated from high school and a big group of us decided to have a party on one of the local beaches. Fairly usual for us when we had the time; me and some of the guys would prep a fire pit and we'd spend the day surfing before dusk began to settle, when we'd sneak beers out of our trucks and sit around the fire, drinking and eating snacks. Harmless, innocent shit. That party Mel and the girls who came to hang out were a little wild though - they'd been pre-drinking for half the day and were sloshed by the time they got to the fire pit. Bikini tops were loose, kisses were free and everyone had a good time until we got run off by the local police.

Looking at Mel's tits now, I could remember feeling guilty at that party for how often I glanced over at her topless and singing beside the fire with our friends. I'd felt dirty and wrong, betraying our history and friendship by thinking the way I was, but I was still drawn to her. Now her tits were bigger and out for the world to see - I wouldn't look away even if she knew I was on the other side of the camera.

"Fuck," she exclaimed on screen, "Guys, I don't wanna go to work tomorrow." She pouted at the screen, though between her high, pudgy cheekbones and overly optimistic personality it looked ridiculous. She also couldn't hold it for long, sticking her tongue out cutely before giggling and leaning back in her chair and grabbing her tits with both hands. "Ugh, I wish I could just spend all day with you guys. Way more fun 'cause I can touch myself whenever I want."

P1ran1s: Hospital can't be that bad. Bet you look super hot in scrubs.

What the fuck? Mel had told these guys what she did for a living? They might know more about her than me at this point.

It was a depressing thought, that these random strangers knew more about my favourite person's life than I did, both in general and day to day. I opened up another browser window and clicked over to her profile page on the cam site. It was a little sparse, not as done up as some of the other girls I'd taken the time to browse more thoroughly.

The good thing, I guessed, was that she'd only been camming for about a month. I hadn't missed much on that front at least. She listed herself as 'single and loving it,' and she was interested in guys and girls. Was that a marketing gimmick? I shook my head and kept reading.

Age, height, weight, I knew all of this. Fetishes would have been interesting but it just said 'slowly learning.'

"Oh my god this song, I love it!" She practically shouted from the other browser window. I had stopped listening while I was reading and only clued into the music when she drew my attention to it. Mel was bouncing in her seat, waving her hands excitedly and her eyes were glimmering.

I immediately knew the song and grinned. Some things, at least, hadn't changed.

"Someone finish off the countdown, 'cause I'm gonna get naked to this song and then I'm gonna masturbate, and you fuckers don't get to watch if you don't." She got up and pushed her rolling desk chair out of the way, stepping back as the first verse started.

Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought,

Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about.

So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts-

Her hips, clad in nothing but a pair of light blue panties, bopped quickly to the driving beat ofBad Touch. The Bloodhound Gang had released the song years before we even got into high school, but Mel and I had found it and loved it immediately. She was singing along with the song, words still memorized perfectly. She wasn't even dancing sexy and I had a hard time looking from her hips to her face.

Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up

You've had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, you're out of bounds.

Mel gave the camera two thumbs up when appropriate, then grabbed her tits again at 'two-hand touch' with a loud laugh. She squeezed her boobs forrough and out of bounds and I unconsciously licked my lips and adjusted my dick in my pants.

I want you smothered, want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns.

Come quicker than FedEx, never reach an apex just like Coca-Cola stock, you are inclined,

To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time.

Her hands slipped over her abdomen quickly, rubbing her body as she sang along, her voice making words like 'smothered' and 'waffle house' equally sexy. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her softly toned abdomen, teasing at her under-cleavage on 'FedEx' and 'Apex.' She quickly revealed first her left, then her right breast to the camera during the last line before the chorus, bouncing them up and down briefly before tearing the shirt off completely over her head.

Do it now.

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals,

So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.

Do it again now.

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals,

So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.

Gettin' horny now.

She did the dance from the music video, the one we had learned together and done at school dances together to our classmates' cheering. It wasn't a sexy dance, though I'm sure other viewers were more than happy to watch her enhanced boobs bounce around as she slapped an imaginary ass in front of her and did pelvic thrusts. For me, I still had my boner, but it was different. I was barely noticing the tits or the panties of the flashes of her ass. Instead, I was seeing that gleam of fun in her eye and the way she was smiling through the words. I hadn't danced this dance in years, hadn't even heard the song. The nostalgia was thick and I wanted to be dancing with her at some party, egging on other people to join us. I missed my Mel.

The song, despite being totally full of innuendo and completely about having sex, was not a sexy song. It definitely wasn't a 'Pour some sugar on me,' or other metal or rock song built for stripping. Somehow Mel managed to tease her way through it though. Throughout the second verse, she trailed her hands up and down her body and light curves, lifting and grabbing her boobs, teasing her nipples. She spun several times, shaking her thick white-girl butt at the camera and teasing her panties lower. By the end of the verse, those skimpy panties were low on her hips, revealing her clean-shaven mound and just the tip of the first crease of her pussy.

She did our dance again, allowing her panties to slowly slide down her thighs until they dropped to the floor and she flicked them at the camera with her foot.

The chat room exploded in outcry when the view went totally blue; she had managed to snag her panties directly onto the webcam she was using.

"Oh shit!" She said. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" She pulled the panties away, revealing her wry grin and hanging cleavage before she stood back up and danced into full view again. She spent the remainder of the repeated choruses popping her hips back and forth to the uptempo beat, spinning and turning to show off her assets as she grabbed, squeezed and rubbed herself all over.

The nostalgia was gone for me now; I was focused and at some point I had slipped my pants off and my boxers down. My cock was firmly in hand as I took every opportunity to stare at the one part of Mel I had never seen.

Her pussy was completely bald, her lips thick and practically hiding her clit hood. When she spread her legs I, and everyone else, could see she was glistening a little bit from her expressed horniness. You and me both, I thought wryly, slowly stroking myself.

The song finally ended and she came forward, again closing off the view to just her sexy mouth and hanging tits as she typed on her keyboard. "Alright boys, am I jerkin' it alone or not? Awww, sweet, Piranis and Choober finished off the countdown. Thank you guys, love you too!"

I guess they'd tipped her at some point. I hadn't been paying attention, I'd been more than mesmerized.

Mel pulled her chair back in front of her computer and leaned back, letting me see all of her. Us, I had to correct myself.

She had a very light sheen of sweat on her from the dancing, her grin wide. Her legs eased open, showing off her deliciously pale inner thighs and the treasure beyond. Her lips were thick like I had thought, though opened like this her broad but stubby clit hood was less hidden. I swallowed and my hand started working again. Hers followed suit, slipping down her body until the tips of her fingers played across her pussy.

"Mmm," she groaned into the camera, "I've seriously been teasing myself all day, you guys. I almost rubbed one out at work but I was worried people would be able to tell." Her eyes were a little hooded and her smile was lopsided as she rubbed herself more firmly. Her other hand drifted up and groped at her tits before pulling one of her legs open farther.

"I swear, I am so happy I can do this now." She brought her hand up and sucked on two fingers, then slipped a third one into her mouth and moaned into them. She sucked and then released them with a pop, quickly bringing them back down to her pussy before rubbing a bit. My pace picked up as she slid two fingers into herself, groaning and immediately grinding up into her palm. "Hooooly shit, fuck. That feels good."

And she started masturbating. Fingers pumped, then withdrew and rubbed, playing across her clit and lips. She spread herself, giving a brief view into her light pink depths, before jamming herself full again. She played with her nipples, occasionally pressing her tits upwards and nipping at her own boob flesh or licking a nipple before tugging on it with her fingers.

It was all fantastically hot and the generically searched-for show one wanted from a cam girl. I saw it all and it fuelled my passion, but it wasn't what I was watching. I watched her eyes, blinking open and closed, the intensity in her stare as she looked down at herself, or away from the camera as she got lost in her self-pleasure. I watched her nose and eyebrows crinkle and release, remembering how as a kid she had had a minor facial tick when she'd gotten too excited. She controlled it well and hardly anyone knew about it, but in a state like this she blinked and twitched her nose and it was God damn cute.

I watched her mouth as she licked her lips, or pursed them out in a pant. How they pressed together, how she sucked them in between her teeth and moaned.

I came, my hips jerking and my fist squeezing my dick. I'd slipped to my knees in front of my computer, and now I rocked forward and shot blindly under my desk instead of into a tissue as I usually would. My eyes were riveted to Mel.

She fingered and rubbed and licked herself, panting and moaning. The chat room somehow stayed active and I couldn't figure out how or why these people weren't busy with their own activities. It had always been odd to me, but for this show I was shocked. They made requests, they demanded things. Turn around. Doggie. More fingers. Squirting, anal, fisting, go faster, go slowly, edge yourself, get off now.

Cumming. Came. Where should I cum? You want my cum? Take my cum.

I hated all of them irrationally because they talked to her like a whore. I understood them because I was sitting with my dick still semi-hard in my hand and the last dribbles of my own ejaculation quickly drying on my hand.

Her breathing got lighter and she started to make a high-pitched noise on her exhales.

Gen'r'ous243: Whining like a bitch in heat. So hot. Squirt?

I'll fucking kill you, I thought, even though the guy's sentiment was shared.

Mel grabbed her leg and pulled it back, exposing herself more as she slammed three fingers in and out of herself. "Uh-Ngah-Ungh, oh fuck I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come I'm gonna come I'm- Auugh!"

Her hand stopped and her body clenched all over, from squeezed-shut eyes to toes curling off in the corner of the screen. She jerked her body back into her seat and the tension released, then she clenched up all over again as a second wave rolled over her. It happened a third time before she seemed to be able to control her body again, laying back and spreading her legs wide, withdrawing her fingers. Her pussy was bright pink and still flowered open, her groin shimmering with a sheen of juices.

She slapped her pussy lightly with the hand covered in her slickness and she jerked into a sitting position again, eyes open and slightly cross-eyed as she propelled herself to one final burst of orgasm.

I wished with all of me that I had been able to hold off and come with her, I would have shot so hard if I'd gone off at the same time as that. Instead, I eased off my knees and reached forward, grabbing a wad of tissues to clean myself up.

Mel sat back and traced fingers over herself lazily. "Fuck that was good," she panted, looking at the screen with hooded eyes again. "Thank you to all you tippers who contributed during the show. I really appreciate it."

She slowly sat back up, rubbing at her boob casually and then licking at the fingers that had been buried in her pussy. It was all so nonchalant, when had she become like this? "Alright, boys. That's the only show tonight I think. It's past eleven here and you know me, early to bed and early to rise."

The chat room complained and she hung around a few more minutes, thanking her bigger tippers again and making kisses at the camera. I watched to the bitter end, something I never did; I always got what I wanted and then got out.

"OK, good night guys. Sleep well," she said with a smile, waving.

"Night Mel," I said quietly. How many times had I said that and hugged her before she hopped out of a car and skipped to her door after an evening of hanging out?

I missed her a lot.

The screen went dark for a moment and then switched to a 'Broadcaster is offline' signal. I immediately went back to her profile page, looking at the few pictures of herself she had posted. They were sexy but obviously self-done. Nothing professional. She was still an amateur.

Why was she doing this? I didn't understand, Mel had a steady job as a specialist nurse in some top-tier hospital. The divorce wouldn't have changed that, at least not enough to force her to do something desperate like camming. Was she doing it for cash, or because she was feeding a fantasy? Was she getting off on the fact that guys were watching her, devouring her body with their eyes?

Below the pictures was a small 'Tip Offline' button. I clicked it and the website asked me to log in. I'd never signed up for the site before, remaining as anonymous as possible and piggybacking my pleasure on free shows as other people tipped the girls. I filled in as little information as possible and took a moment to think up a username.

'OverCsSteve.' Maybe it was too easy a hint, but I didn't care. I could always deny it if she guessed OverCsSteve was her old friend Stephen, half a world away. I tied the account to a PayPal account I had for buying things online. That was enough security for now.

A few clicks later and I had purchased the tokens the site used for tipping. The girls made about 80% of what each token cost, which wasn't as bad a ratio as other sites I had browsed.

The site brought me back around to her profile again, and I clicked the Tip Offline link without hesitation. I did quick math in my head and filled in the exact amount to send her $1,000 in US dollars. I sent it and there was no part of me that regretted it.

I'd never paid for sex and I had never paid for porn before. Now I dropped a grand like it was nothing.

There was a knock on my office door and, taking a quick moment to make sure I had buckled up my pants again, I called for my secretary to enter.

"Your 2:30 appointment is here, Mr. Tanner." She was smoking hot and her accent, even after all these years in Australia, titillated me. If I had been one of the many other men in my field, and at my level of success, I probably would have been fucking her over my desk instead of jerking it during the downtime in my day.

"Alright, ask Mr. Walker to wait outside just a moment please, Bella. Offer him a drink, something stiff, and ask if he wants any of those scones from this morning."

She smiled and nodded, leaving without a glance or comment to the bundle of tissues crumpled in front of me. She'd walked in on me once and offered to help, but I had turned her down. I valued her skills as my aid and secretary more than I was willing to throw away our arrangement as employer and employee on a turgid affair. Bella had been married at the time, though now she was divorced but hadn't brought up the possibility of sex again. She was too good at her job for that.

A slight ping echoed from my computer, and I looked back to the monitor. A little mail icon was blinking in the top corner of the website screen, which had again reverted back to Mel's profile page. I frowned and clicked it, opening up what looked like a simplified e-mail page. There was one message entitled'OMG' from DellaLightful, the username Mel was using for the moment.

I opened it, smiling at the quick message.

'OMG What was that for!? It's toooo much! Who are you, you weren't even in my room?'

I typed out a quick reply, sending it off and then closing the website, standing and making sure I was put together. My client wasn't the type to wait long for his lawyer.

'You are amazing. I only signed up to the site because of you. You deserve every bit. You'll see me around.'

Chapter 2

Work called and I answered. Bella had given me a sly smile when I came out of my office and shook Walker's hand, but that was all. She knew I jerked off in my office when I had dead time in the day, she just didn't know who I was doing it to now. She was open-minded and discreet, but we didn't exactly talk about our fantasies.

By the time one meeting ended another rolled in and soon Bella had been gone for hours since the end of the work day. I checked my computer one last time before shutting it down for the evening and found I hadn't closed my browser. Maximizing it, I was about to close it down when I noticed that little blinking mail icon. I was still logged into the cam site, Mel's last message to me and my reply still loaded up. I clicked the message and couldn't help grinning.

Twitter. Instagram. Snapchat. Kik, whatever that was. Usernames for all of them from Mel. The rest of the message just said,'Add me, crazy.'

I had to install half of the apps for the first time before I could add her, and when I did nothing happened. I used the same name on all of them that I was using on the . My anonymous account now had a social media presence.

At home, I fooled around with the apps, adding all of the other pornstars and cam girls I had occasionally thought of following but never wanted to have show up on my actual Twitter account. Not that I used the thing anyway, but I didn't need clients or opposing counsel digging through a dirty list like that. Kik turned out to be some basic chatting service that I would need other usernames for; I assumed other cam girls made you pay for theirs so Mel's username DellaLightful was the sole name on my list in that app.

Just as I was going to sleep my phone beeped at me with a chirp I had never heard before. I checked it and found Snapchat had pushed a notification; I had gotten my first 'snap.' My fingers hovered over the buttons on my phone - I knew enough about Snapchat to know that whatever she'd sent, it was going to disappear and I didn't want to miss it.

I opened the snap. She was smiling but was sleepy-eyed and obviously tired, the sun just rising in the background over a town out her window.'Off to work :),' the caption read. She was in standard light blue medical scrubs and they complimented her eyes despite her lack of sleep.

She had probably sent it wide to anyone she had given her Snapchat info to, but it still made my gut flutter a little bit. I wasn't the kind of guy who collected selfies from chicks or begged for pictures from them; if I were, my clients probably wouldn't be my clients. That made this picture special, even if it was on a hundred or more phones across the world at the moment. Mel had taken the time to tell me-us- what she was up to. The connection, however tenuous, felt so surreal.

I went to sleep with a smile, memories of Mel from growing up running through my head. Why didn't I just pick up the phone or send a letter or something seven years ago? I knew the answer was because I had my new life, and she had hers, and we were two college students in new places meeting new people. I'd barely even spoken to my parents that first year, let alone reaching out to old high school friends.

- - - - -

I didn't even think to check my phone until I was most of the way through my breakfast, probably because my life didn't revolve around it. The things I dealt with for work, the things my clients wanted to talk about, weren't safe for the phone. Face-to-face was the only way to stay ahead of the authorities and leave no paper trail for their lines of work, so I had to do the same thing.

I only stopped getting pat downs at every meeting when I got Lucky Lewiston off of a murder charge. Criminal law was fun to prosecute, but it was even more fun to defend when half the criminal organizations across Australia had you on retainer. It did have its restrictions though; no matter how many times the Boss's son offers to take you partying, you do not go.

Three notifications were waiting for me. That was more than I got in some weeks. I opened them up one at a time.

In the first picture on Snapchat Mel was in some sort of public restroom alone. It was obviously sometime later in the morning for her and she was bright-eyed and goofy, her long blonde hair back in a braid as she took the picture with one hand and lifted her scrubs top with the other to flash her tits in the mirror. She had her cute tongue sticking out and there was a glint of mischief in her eyes.

The counter wound down and the next picture appeared. This one I knew was her again, but it didn't have her face. Instead, she had pulled the front of her scrubs and her thong out from her body and taken a picture down her pants, the flash illuminating everything perfectly. Her sexy mound was being tugged out by the stretching fabric and I wondered if I was imagining the little glisten of wet spot on her panties. This picture had the caption,'Just for you ;).'

Just for me? Just for her high tippers? It was quite possible she'd sent this one wide just like the others and put on the caption to make every one of her followers feel special. My critical mind analyzed the possibilities, at the marketing ploys involved and the fact that we'd exchanged brief messages at best.

The picture was gone before I thought to screenshot it. Fuck. That one was a keeper.

The last pending notification wasn't Snapchat, it was Kik, about a half-hour old and waiting for a response.

DellaLightful: Did you like it?

'Wow,' I wrote back.'What a sight to wake up to.'

Maybe she did send me it specifically. Could you mass message on Kik? I really had no idea.

I got a message back as I was driving to the office. My commute wasn't great since I lived on the outskirts of Melbourne and my office, while wonderfully appointed and handily located for my clients, meant driving through nearly half the city. I checked the message once I was in my parking space in the rear alley behind the building, the rolling chain fence secured behind me.

DellaLightful: Just waking up? You aren't some lazy millionaire, are you?

I grinned and replied, and she quickly responded as well.

OverCsSteve: No, well at least not yet. I'm in the South Pacific working, so my clock is different. 15 hours ahead. You're talking into the future.

DellaLightful: Ooh, wow that's cool. Anywhere nice and warm?

OverCsSteve: Australia. Beaches everywhere :)

DellaLightful: Fuck you, so jealous. I miss surfing :(

OverCsSteve: :( :( I love surfing. How do you go without?

DellaLightful: Agh, you bastard. I need a vacation now : P

OverCsSteve: Well, I miss American food. Aussies aren't bad, but still.

DellaLightful: Wanna trade houses for a week? You can get fat on Texas BBQ and I can surf all day.

OverCsSteve: Tempting, but a vacation alone isn't as much fun.

DellaLightful: Truth. I have family out there though, maybe I could visit them.

OverCsSteve: Sure, leave me high and dry in Texas : P

DellaLightful: I'm sure I could get some friends to entertain you ;)

OverCsSteve: : O

When I walked off the elevator into my lobby Bella took one look at me and blurted out, "You got some, didn't you?"

"Um, no," I said, smiling guiltily.

She gave me a considering look, pursing her lips. "I don't believe you."

"Bella, I haven't had sex in... a long time." I realized I was coming up on almost a year without a female encounter. Sure, I'd dated a few girls but it hadn't gotten that far, and my associations scared off a lot of nice potentials. I tried to avoid the ones who were attracted because of them; I did't stick my dick in crazy.

"Well, not with anyone else at least," Bella said with a wink as I walked by her to my office.

I gave her a surprised look over my shoulder as the door automatically closed behind me. Bella was always sexy and flirtatious but was rarely so forward that she mentioned my daily... activities.

Work, work, work. Briefs needed reading, and arguments needed writing. Money needed transferring. Meetings and check-ins rolled through my office as criminal elements parked in my private parking area, rode my elevator and hit on my secretary. Through it all I got three more pictures from Mel, just sexy teases of some cleavage mostly that she was sending to all her contacts.

Around one in the afternoon, just as Bella was bringing in my late lunch, I got another bingle from my phone. She gave me another one of her 'I don't believe you' looks and left, swishing her pretty behind a little extra in my direction.

Mel must have been at home now because she was in a house bathroom in just a bra. She was licking her lips and holding up her thong, a bright green with a dark green wet spot clearly visible on the front.'Don't tip tonight, you gave me too much already.'

I was drooling just a little bit and wiped my mouth. This one she definitely wouldn't have sent to anyone else. Don't tip? She was trying to make money doing this. Shaking my head, I sent her a response on Kik.

OverCsSteve: We'll see.

DellaLightful: You better not. I'll feel beholden to you.

OverCsSteve: What's wrong with a sugar daddy?

DellaLightful: Are you really that old?

OverCsSteve: OK, sugar... BFF?

DellaLightful: You are a goof.

When I sent the BFF comment my heart pumped a few extra times. It was risky and stupid, but she didn't seem to make the leap. She'd said earlier that she had 'family' in Australia, but as far as I knew no one from her family had moved across the Pacific to join me on the island continent. She must have meant me.

One last picture came through, just before 2 PM, of her mooning in a mirror. 'About to go online. No Pants party?' It had obviously gone wide.

I didn't have any meetings for the next three hours. I'd asked Bella to keep that time slot clear a few times nearly a year ago and once she had realized what I was doing she'd done it regularly. I had no idea what she did during those three hours, and honestly, I didn't really care. She could be off shopping or taking a long lunch or something. Fuck, she could be masturbating right along with me at her desk on the other side of the wall.

I quickly brought up the cam site and logged in before searching through the models and finding Mel. There were already about fifty or so people in the room; either they happened to be near a computer like I was or she kept a pretty regular schedule and they had already been waiting. They were also already raving about the fact that she had nothing on but a football jersey.

Mel looked gorgeous. It was an NFL jersey, which I hadn't followed in years since just about every sport except American football and ice hockey were popular in Australia. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, leaving her face with two little streaks of blue and red paint on each high cheek open.

"-gameday, but I figured I'd hang out with you guys for a bit before I go out. Maybe work out some energy, if you know what I mean. I don't feel like getting picked up by some dude at the bar tonight. All the lovin' I need is from you guys."

HardDeployment: Id pick you up in a second

4nr4rchy: Can we see ass again?

Fucksluts: I play football, is that hot to you?

HardDeployment: Treat you right to. nice dinner before I love you all night long

FootsieTooToes: Feet?

Alphabetacal: How much fr prvt?

Just like the last time, I wished a quick death on every other person in the chat room. Instead of dwelling on my hate for them, I decided to try my best to ignore them and instead typed to Mel.

OverCsSteve: Hey fantastic, you look great.

It took a moment for Mel to notice the message, but when she did her eyes got big and she squealed giddily, a sound I had heard dozens of times before but I had never been so happy about. It used to mean she had spotted one of her friends unexpectedly.

"Oh my god," she said, "OverCs speaks! How are you?"

OverCsSteve: I'm good, just taking a midday siesta to see you.

That chat room had blown up a bit during our quick exchange.

Choober54: Who's this? Never seen him before.

FootsieTooToes: Feet?

Phreakout: wtf y he get big welcome?

"OverCs, it's like," she looked at a clock and wiggled her fingers while counting, "It's like just after 2 pm there. Go back to work, you'll get in trouble!"

OverCsSteve: I work for myself, it's all good. No clients coming in, you have all my attention.

Phreakout: Oh, nw she ignores us.

Phreakout: now*

Choober54: I feel slighted. I think we should see ass for this.

"Guys," Mel said, rolling hey eyes, "Be quiet, I'm not ignoring you. OverC's is crazy, he sent me my biggest tip ever. It's why I'm like ten ranks higher than when I logged off last night."

I couldn't help smiling and feeling a little proud, my intention had been to help her out if she needed it financially. Camming success was a happy bonus.

Choober54: Oh yeah? Bet I can beat him.

Choober54 has tipped 3,000 tokens. 'Beaat that nigga.'

I raised an eyebrow and Mel smiled, calling out her thanks. Each token was worth about 10 cents to a model, so that had been a $300 tip. Pretty rich, except that I'd tipped 10,000 tokens last night.

"Sorry, Choober," Mel said, "You get to stare at the pussy, but you didn't get anywhere close to OverCs."

The chat room cheered as Mel stood from her chair, her abdomen coming into view but her upper torso and head disappearing off camera. She teased us a bit, slowly lifting the long football jersey up to reveal more and more thigh, until finally she lifted it up to her belly button.

Mel had a pretty impressive camel toe, with those plump, just slightly flushed lips and the hint of her clit hood peeking out from between. More, even with her legs together, there was a small triangle gap just below her pussy from her fantastic fitness.

I was already hard and unzipped my fly as she spread her legs a bit and teased her fingers down her bald pubic mound and fed them through her lips, massaging the skin for about a minute before she sat down again. The pussy was gone but her wicked smile was back as she brought her hand up and sucked her fingers into her mouth one at a time, blue eyes locked to the camera.

"Fuck, Mel," I moaned, even though she couldn't hear me.

"Alright, here's the rule. OverCs isn't allowed to tip tonight guys, so if he does make sure you boo him a lot."

The chat room liked this idea, I just rolled my eyes and unconsciously stroked my dick, staring at Mel's beautiful face. To be quite honest, I'd jerked off to her probably dozens of times in high school, but it had never been to her face. I hadn't appreciated her beauty at that point, her high cheekbones and bright eyes and full mouth had taken a back seat to boobs and ass.

Her show went on. She sang along with her music. She laughed at people's jokes, flirting incessantly. Low tips got a moon, her full lower lips just hinting from between her butt cheeks unless she really bent over. Bigger tips got titty flashes, her boobs perfect and perky in every way. There was just the faintest hint of a scar underneath along the crease between breast and torso to speak to her boob job; they did say Texan plastic surgeons were the best.

After about forty minutes the tip count to her first masturbation show had dwindled. "Is OverCs still here?" She asked suddenly, reaching to her computer to scroll through the names in her room, which had exploded to around 800 people. I hadn't typed anything else the entire time, instead just sitting back with her cam on full screen so I could ignore the chat room as much as possible.

OverCsSteve: I'm here, just enjoying you.

"OK," she said, smiling at the camera. "I wanted to make sure. You should talk more."

OverCsSteve: With you, any time you want.

"Just not in the chat?" She made a pouty, puppy dog face. I'd learned to resist it years ago.

OverCsSteve: Yeah.

"Ok, well feel free to talk. You're fun."

Soon after, the jersey was off and Mel had a flesh-toned floppy dildo in hand. The last remnants of the count burned out quickly as she grinned like a devil in between suckling on the head, licking at the shaft or putting the whole thing in between her tits.

"Fuck, yes," she said as the final tip knocked the count to 0. "I'm so horny." She rearranged her layout, taking her cam down from it's perch and moving her rolling chair aside from her desk so that she was on the floor, the camera looking down at her body splayed out. Her back arched out when she played the tip of the dildo over her pussy, which was clearly blooming with arousal, pushing her tits out and tightening her belly.

It was strange, the fact that with everything on display, I wanted to kiss Mel's belly the most, just explore all of the bits of her that weren't so sexual. Her legs, long and athletic. Her arms, her shoulders. I wanted to kiss her neck and her forehead and the tip of her nose.

I also wanted to stick my dick in her, which I was clearly imagining as she fed the dildo into her pussy, slowly stroking. Her little moans were still getting picked up by her mic, teasing through my ears as I stroked myself, trying to stay in time with her. What I wouldn't give to be in that room, I thought to myself before realizing if I was there, this would definitely not be happening.

The chat was running hot, the regulars and randoms typing their filth for all, and I guess especially her, to see. Not that she was looking at it. Mel had her eyes closed tight as she panted and moaned. One hand was feeding the dildo in and out and she had the other one working her clit, her little writhing movements sending her tits wobbling enticingly. She spread her legs wider as if begging an imagined partner to pound her deeper.

"Fuck, fuck, so good. Pound me," She started moaning. "Pound that dick into me so good."

My hand was flying and I had to actively slow myself down so that I didn't go off too fast. Usually, when I jerked it in the office like this it was a 'find what'll work and get off asap,' but with Mel, I didn't want it to end. I was panting along with her as we fucked ourselves, her eyes fluttering and then looking up at the camera with a glazed expression.

"Oh fuck," she said, "I'm so horny I'm gonna come real soon. Are you guys close? I hope so, I'm so close."

I wanted to be fucking her. I wanted to pin those legs back and just drive myself into her until she squealed from the pressure and pleasure. I wanted to flip her over and take her from behind, slap her ass for being such a bad girl as I reamed into her.

I did the next best thing and reached out, typing quickly and sending a tip.

OverCsSteve has tipped 5,000 tokens. 'Doggy, looking over your shoulder?'

The noisy alert from her speakers that she'd received a tip bingled and she looked up at her screen, straining as she slowed her thrusting and rubbing. Her chest and cheeks were flushed with the exertion she had been putting out. When she read the message she grinned and flipped over immediately.

The chat was flying by, those who had been on since the beginning of her show Booing me, quickly joined by the newer folks when someone explained I wasn't supposed to tip. Some of the boos were accompanied by emotes of people clapping or bowing down.

I didn't give a fuck what those people thought, or why they were even taking the time. Mel was on her knees, her ass high in the air and her legs wide, showing off everything she had. Her pussy was flowered open, dark pink and glistening, and her juices had left delicious trails down into the crack of her ass to her asshole.

"Mmmmm," she groaned as she reached back and slipped the dildo back into her vagina. "Fuck yes, mount me and fuck me hard." She quickly got back into a rhythm, albeit a little more awkwardly positioned. We couldn't see her tits any more, but her ass humped back at her hand as she fucked herself. "Oh fuck, fucking fuck me. Fuck me hard." Her voice was rising in pitch and her body was shaking as she built towards an orgasm. She was looking over her shoulder, eyes going from her hand and ass to the camera and back.

"Oh shit, fuck me OverCs, you're fucking me so- Uuungh!" I wanted to come really badly but I froze. She'd just called out my name, or my username at least, and orgasmed. No, she was still orgasming. Her ass had slid lower to the floor and her hand was barely keeping the dildo in as she humped her hips up and down. She wasn't looking back at the camera any more, her face was buried in the floor and she was biting at her carpet and she came and came and then went still, the only sound her panting.

If I hadn't been holding my own dick like a vice there would have been semen everywhere. As it was, my own feelings of orgasm subsided and I just leaked precum copiously.

The chat room was booing more, mixed between the 'damn so hot' type comments. One guy posted a GIF of the Teletubbies with the flashing words 'again, again.'

Mel slowly got to her knees, wobbly, and then pulled her chair over and sat in it before looking at her camera. "Holy fuck," she said with a sloppy grin, "That was fucking hot. I think I need a shower now guys. By myself. I'll see you all tomorrow."

She kissed her fingers and held them up to the cam, and she was gone. Didn't even acknowledge her regulars in the chat room, just disconnected. I sat back in my chair and breathed deeply, my dick still hard as I tried to sort through what had just happened.

In less than a minute my phone buzzed. She had messaged me on Kik.

DellaLightful: i'm still so horny.

A pic followed. It was her in her bathroom sitting on the edge of a tub. Her legs were spread wide, showing off her pussy still soaking wet, and her inner lips flowered open begging for attention. The camera was held low and looking up so I could see that her nipples were hard and she had a desperate look on her face.

OverCsSteve: Why didn't you do another show?

DellaLightful: I was embarrassed. About calling your name. Was that OK?

I hesitated a moment before responding.

OverCsSteve: It was very fucking ok. I could have used the second show too though, I was getting close but you surprised me and I didn't get off. I'm still rock hard.

DellaLightful: Show me.

Whoa, I thought. OK, this was new. She wanted to see my dick. In my small experience with social media, texting and whatever else was out there, I had never sent a dick pic. I'd never wanted to, and I'd never been asked. I knew it was stupid to send anything digitally unless you wanted it out there.

But this was Mel, wanting to see my dick. I'd just watched her orgasm and she had said my name while she came. OK, my pseudonym, but still.

I rearranged myself, opening up my trousers more and pulling my boxers down instead of just feeding my dick through the hole. I looped the elastic waist under my balls, pushing them up a bit, and stroked myself a few times to make sure I was fully hard.

Click. My dick was now on my phone screen. Before I could question it I sent the photo. Whoosh, my phone buzzed at me, signalling it was gone.

I'm not some well-hung beefcake built for porn. I'm a little over average height and stayed in shape since my high school football days, and my dick is average in probably every way. Right at that moment I was wishing I took my personal downstairs grooming a little more seriously, but I wasn't exactly planning on sending that picture so hopefully Mel was alright with the bush I was rocking.

About a minute later, mostly consisting of me stroking my dick while looking at the picture she had sent me as I wondered what she tasted like and what it would be like to cuddle up next to her and make out while I worked my fingers in and out of her honeypot, teasing her for hours. The picture disappeared as I got another message. I thought it was another picture from her but when I tried to expand it the screen changed and started loading a video.

It buffered quickly, and there was Mel again, sitting on the edge of her bathtub still. She was scrunched up a bit as she held the phone out to capture herself, but that just made her tits hang a bit and jiggle with every movement. Her other hand was feeding two fingers into her cunt quickly and she was moaning loudly.

"Oh fuck, you've got a nice cock," She groaned, pumping herself. "Now that I know what it looks like I can imagine it fucking me. Oh fuck, and we're fucking on a beach late at night. We spent the day surfing but you've been teasing me the whole time. Fuuuck, you're taking me right on the beach and I love it. Hunh- Hunh- Fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me- Hnnngh." Her entire body tensed as she came again, fingers buried deep as her thumb rocked on her clit. Her hand fell away and a little dollop of girl cum oozed out of her and down the side of the tub.

The video ended, all of forty-five seconds long. I played it again with my phone lying on my desk as I stood over, watching it while I jerked myself hard. She started coming. I shot my load, my hips jerking over and over as I pumped out everything I had onto the dark, polished wood. I collapsed back into my chair, panting.

My hand missed the phone the first time I tried to pick it up. I took a picture of the mess I had made, blearily making sure I didn't include any hints as to who I might actually be. Wouldn't that be great, a document in the corner of the picture with my name at the top or something?

I sent the picture and leaned back, taking a deep breath. "Holy shit," I said to the empty room.

"Holy shit is right," Bella said from the doorway.

I jumped in surprise and scrambled to try and pull my pants up and tuck my dick away. "Uh, shit, Bella-"

She snorted, waving the situation away as if it was nothing, and walked towards me. She grabbed a couple of paper towels from a cupboard beneath one of my bookcases and stood right next to me as I was zipping up my fly. She quickly wiped up my cum. "You wouldn't want to stain the desk," she grinned at me, running her finger over the spot she had just cleaned to make sure it was all gone. Then she sat right on that spot. "Alright, spill it. You've never gotten that kinky before, from what I know. Who is she?"

This was one of the many reasons I didn't fuck Bella; she knew me way too well for a relationship like that to be healthy. I stammered a bit before managing, "I met her online."

"Well that's nice," She said noncommittally. "American?"

I just nodded silently.

"Of course, you never were happy with a nice Aussie girl," she grinned at me, obviously hinting at our unconsummated relationship.

"It's not that-" I started, then realized what trying to explain the situation would mean. She's my childhood friend who is doing cam work now, so it's special, probably wouldn't fly very far.

"Don't worry about it, Stephan," She said, my first name rolling off her tongue just as easily as her usual Mr. Tanner. "I don't mind catching a show like that at all. I just have one demand." She said it with her sweet smile so I knew I wasn't looking at a blackmail case for harassment here. "I want to see that video."

"I- uh-" I stammered

"Oh come on, if it was hot enough for you to do what you just did, it's gotta pretty fucking good. Whoever this sheila is, she just got the best criminal defence attorney in the country to shoot his wad and do something stupid like send a picture of it."

"Bella," I said, "I think-"

"Are you going to fuck me?"

She'd stopped my train of thought. "No, you know we aren't going to do that."

"Then show me the video, Stephan."

I handed her the phone and she watched it. I got hard again just listening to Mel orgasm, and as I watched Bella I noticed she got a little more flushed and her nipples made little dimples in her blouse.

"Damn," she whispered during the last few seconds, "What I would do to that." Then she swiped her finger and was looking at my dick pic.

"Hey," I said, grabbing for the phone but she held it out from my reach, forcing me to stand and take it while she got a good eyeful of my junk on the screen.

"Mmm," she hummed, smiling teasingly. "If you weren't such a good boss, I'd probably jump you or something, Steve, and fuck the consequences." She got up and sauntered back to the door of my office, hips swaying as she watched me watch her. "I'm taking a longer break than usual, alright, Mr. Tanner? If you need me I'll be in the restroom taking care of a personal problem."

She shut the door behind her.

Why wasn't I fucking her? I thought. Oh, right, I'm a professional.

Bella was getting herself off in the little restroom in the lobby. Mel hadn't responded to me yet. I had another hour and a half before my next meeting.

I unzipped my pants and flipped my phone back to the video clip.

Chapter 3

In my defence, Mel was getting as into our online relationship as I was.

It had been two weeks since I discovered she was spending her free time as a camgirl online. That first time I watched her dance and masturbate for the camera had been one of my most surreal sexual experiences, full of long-forgotten desires and nostalgia for the girl who had been one of my closest friends. I hadn't known why she was doing it, if maybe her divorce meant she needed the money or something else was going on in her life. That first thousand-dollar tip didn't put any sort of a dent into my savings.

If I'd known that was how I would get Mel back in my life, I would have sent five. She was still camming and sending out pictures over Snapchat to her viewers, still bantering over Twitter with guys who wanted to get into her pants, but every picture that went 'wide' was quickly followed by another one just for me. Always a little dirtier, a little more personal. If she flashed her tits on Snapchat, I got a pussy shot. If she mooned in a picture for Twitter, she sent me one spreading her cheeks.

We hadn't sent any more videos, not since that second day, but we were constantly flirting. She joked to me that her nurse friends thought she had a secret boyfriend, and I told her my secretary had been asking the same questions. Kik was our main avenue to talk and talk we did - about everything. Surfing, college days, food, movies. I learned her friends' names and she found out I was a lawyer.

And every day in the early afternoon I logged onto the camming site and watched my Mel slowly tease her way to naked, masturbate herself to orgasm at least once, and then sign off. She still had no idea on the other end of the screen I was watching, falling for her more and more.

DellaLightful: Did you like the show?

She asked me that almost every day. Over the past two weeks, I'd tipped her nearly three grand in American dollars until she had made me promise to stop, telling me she felt guilty I was sending her so much.

OverCsSteve: Of course I did, you are amazing.

DellaLightful: : D

DellaLightful: Can I tell you a secret?

OverCsSteve: Only if it's dirty ;)

DellaLightful: I wasn't even watching the cam or chat while I was getting off. I had the pic of your dick maxed on my monitor.

I raised my eyebrows and blinked, looking down at my phone. The door to my office opened and Bella poked her head in, checking if I was 'still busy' with my afternoon activities. Seeing I wasn't actively jerking off, she swept into the room and sauntered over to my desk, hips swaying and a smile teasing her lips.

"Show over?" she asked.

I didn't respond, typing quickly back to Mel.

OverCsSteve: Wow. I don't know what to say.

DellaLightful: You don't have to say anything, but sooner or later you need to send me more.

"At least tell me your cam-girlfriend's name, Stephan," Bella said, sitting on the far corner of my desk and peeking over it at me. She pursed her lips in mild irritation when she found that I had already done up my pants. Ever since she had walked in on me taking a picture of the mess I had made, Bella had been trying to get a better look at my dick.

I shook my head and breathed out through my nose before answering. "Why do you want to know?"

She shrugged nonchalantly but we had worked together long enough I knew she was putting on an air. "Oh, I'm just curious is all. She's got you all worked up and that little clip you let me see was especially hot."

Seeing that clip had been the first time Bella had admitted to me she liked women as well as men, and her open insinuation she would be on break masturbating in the washroom right after seeing it had been another first.

She was a beautiful woman in her late twenties, the same as Mel and I, but she was a native Australian where I had immigrated permanently from the US after attending university and law school on a student visa. Long, dark hair, that classic Aussie smile and accent, and her slim bikini-ready body had all been a bonus through our couple of years together; she was also a fantastic legal secretary.

"Well you've already seen her, so you don't need her cam name."

"You know her real name then?" Bella asked, picking up on my too-detailed retort. All the reasons she was so good at her job were also why I had never fooled around with her, even when she had offered freely. I hesitated before answering and her eyes lit up, "Hah, you do know it. That's alright though, you want to keep her secret. Just tell me her screen name."

I took a deep breath and sighed it out; in all honesty, Bella could just access my computer and look it up in my internet history. As the only other employee in my little firm, and her already knowing I jerked off to porn in my office, there hadn't been a reason for me to limit her access.

"It's DellaLightful, one word."

Bella immediately pulled out her phone and typed the name in, flashing me the screen to confirm she was looking at the right profile screen. I nodded in resignation, Bella could now watch the same shows as I was.

She gave me a little sigh and leaned down, kissing me on the cheek before standing. "Why so scared, Stephan? Think she might fall for me instead of you?"

"No," I said, my emotions somewhere between embarrassed and pouty.

She chuckled and shook her head, "It's the internet, bossman. You only find love in real life."

- - - - -

DellaLightful: I was wondering if you could do me a favour?

Mel had messaged me sometime in the night, which was earlier in the day for her since she lived in Texas. Most days now I woke up to a couple of naughty photos and some messages from her, along with the ones she sent out to all of her followers on social media.

This morning was different. There were still the teasing pictures of her cleavage and underwear sent over Snapchat, but just that one message waiting for me.

OverCsSteve: Sure, anything.

She would be in the middle of her shift at the hospital, and just the thought of Mel in her scrubs gave me a woody as I sat eating breakfast. Her long blonde hair tied back, revealing her round face and dazzling smile, her bright blue eyes flashing with mischief. I eventually got a message back just as I was pulling into my parking spot behind the building my office was in.

DellaLightful: I was sort of wondering if you would cam-to-cam with me during my show tonight?

I didn't know what to say. Mel wanted to watch me, watching her. It sounded extremely erotic, sitting there knowing she could see me stroking myself while she ground a dildo into her pussy. There were also a lot of problems with it.

DellaLightful: I know it's kind of weird. And you don't have to show your face!

DellaLightful: I just can't get you out of my head, I want to see you get off to me.

DellaLightful: You're like the best part of every other guy who watches me.

What do I even say to that? I took my time answering, even though she was probably on pins and needles waiting for my response. I walked to the elevator and took the ride up to think. She wanted to respect my privacy, but she also wanted this enough that she wasn't trying to bribe me or sway me one way or the other.

I knew her. When she really wanted something from someone she cared about, she didn't play games or trivialize. She asked sincerely and believed the person she was asking cared as much for her as she did for them. She'd been like that since we were kids, and I had always followed through for her when she asked me. I guess I can't stop now.

OverCsSteve: Yeah, I think I can do that. I'll figure something out.

I sent the message once the elevator had opened and I had reception again, stepping out into my lobby. Bella was already at her desk, typing away dutifully but taking the time to look up at me and smile. "Good morning, Mr. Tanner. Coffee this morning?"

I was always Mr. Tanner out here, where Bella was the professional. Even in my office, in private, I had been Mr. Tanner when we were discussing business. Now it was odd hearing her call me by my last name; over the past two weeks we had talked more in innuendos and openly about my online 'relationship' than we had business.

"Not this morning, Bella, thanks. I do have a favour to ask though. If you can find the time this morning, could you express order a decent webcam for my computer?"

She raised an eyebrow and I knew she was on to me. "It's for a client meeting. He wants to talk over Skype," I lied.

"One of your clients wants to talk over Skype?" she questioned. It really was a dumb lie; what defence lawyer would meet with a client over an unprotected service like that? My practice was literally built on protecting criminals, and it paid exceedingly well because they knew I took precautions like not doing stupid shit.

"New prospective client," I clarified. "Unassociated with our usual clients."

Her eyebrow remained peaked as she looked me up and down, lips pursed in judgement. "I can take care of that, Mr. Tanner," she finally said, but in such a way that I wasn't sure she was talking about the webcam so much as a more personal need. "I would be more than happy to."

I nodded and smiled, all of my training as a lawyer required to make it not look sheepish, as I passed her and entered my office.

DellaLightful: OMG, thank you. I can't wait. Just you saying yes has me way horny.

Along with the message she sent me two quick pictures. The first was her in profile as she took a selfie in a bathroom mirror. She was pointing to her boobs, which clearly had nipple bumps showing through her scrubs and a goofy 'worried' face. The second picture was down her pants, pulled out from her body along with the front of her panties, showing her bald mound and a dark stain on the white fabric of her underwear. She was soaked.

Taking a chance, I took a quick picture of my hard-on tenting my slacks and sent it back.

DellaLightful: Fuck, why would you do that!? Now I want to get off right this minute but I can't!

OverCsSteve: I work most of the day hiding a boner because of you. You can be patient.

DellaLightful: Ugh, why are you so awesome but suck so much? I need to get back to work.

She sent one last photo, which was just her face as she flashed her baby blues and made a sad puppy face at the camera. I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my phone, remembering all the times she had done that to me and my friends over the years. At one point in our junior year of high school someone had made a picture similar to that into a poster with captions like 'Mel is not happy' and 'Do It for Mel.' She was a meme before internet memes were popular.

Eventually, Bella came into my office around mid-morning holding a boxed webcam. "So, what kind of client are we talking about?" The professionalism had faded now; not gone, but certainly more personal.

"Corporate," I said, practically reciting the lie I had developed over the past couple of hours. "An American looking to invest in the Australian market. I think he googled 'Attorney in Australia' and I had the most hits." Not an untrue fact, considering my name ended up in the papers and on the web whenever a criminal skipped through the justice system.

Bella frowned slightly, realizing she might have been guessing wrong. "Oh, well, when is the meeting? I'll make sure it's in your schedule, Mr. Tanner." The professionalism slid back into place as she handed me the box.

"Tomorrow morning," I lied yet again, "I wanted to make sure I had it all working before then."

Bella smiled politely and nodded, backing away towards the door, "Alright then, I'll make sure to fit it in." Just as she was about to exit she turned and looked back at me, her eyes slightly hooded as she bit her lip in a curious but sexy pose. "There isn't anyone scheduled to come in this afternoon, Mr. Tanner. Are you expecting anyone not on the calendar?"

"No, there shouldn't be anyone coming in," I replied.

"Good," she was using a slightly huskier voice that sent a tingle through me, "Just so you know, during your break I'll probably be taking mine as well. If you hear anything out here, it's not an emergency." She gave me a pointed look and then closed the door.

My hot-ass secretary is going to masturbate at the same time as me, watching the same girl as me.

I had to drink an entire glass of water to get rid of my dry mouth as I contemplated everything that was going on.

It took me way longer than it should have to get the webcam setup. Beyond the standard plugging it in, making sure it worked and everything, I took an inordinate amount of time making sure it was positioned correctly - high enough that she'd be able to see my chest if I unbuttoned my shirt, but not so high as to show my face. Triple-check that it was firmly held in place so that there wouldn't be any accidental moves and my face came into the frame. I even went so far as to move a couple of the items I had behind my desk just in case they would give too much away or cast a reflection of something else in the room on a shiny surface. Finally, it was done and I sat back down to work.

DellaLightful: Hey, are you ready?

It was right about that time when Mel usually logged on to her cam account. She'd gotten home from work, quickly ate something and changed into whatever she was going to wear for the show. Usually, we would have been chatting back and forth a bit, but we had both been quiet today. I know for me it was the nerves of this new step and I had to wonder if she was feeling the same thing.

OverCsSteve: Yeah, I have it all set up.

DellaLightful: Want to test it out quick before I go online?

OverCsSteve: Probably a good idea, smartypants.

This was it, the big moment. The website had a built-in cam-to-cam feature that I had to initiate. From what I had gleaned from watching other girls on the site before I found Mel, most of the time they charged for something like this. I took a deep breath and arranged myself, then sent the request. A little black window appeared in the corner of my screen and quickly resolved into a view of me from my upper chest to my knees, sitting in my office chair. Three dots kept blinking across it, waiting for an acceptance from her end, and I realized there was an 'open mic' symbol on. I quickly clicked it off and a moment later the blinking dots disappeared and a small green one lit up in the corner. I was live.

There were already a few of Mel's regulars in the chat room so we couldn't talk there. I lifted up my phone and pointed to it, then messaged her.

OverCsSteve: Is it working?

DellaLightful: It is, omg this is so cool.

DellaLightful: Nice bod, business man.

I pantomimed laughing and then messaged back.

OverCsSteve: You should probably log on, the natives are getting restless.

Half a minute later my phone pinged, and by this time I recognized the distinct noise of a Snapchat coming through. I opened it quickly to see Mel smiling into her camera, her tits pushed together by a white bra and a lifelike dildo resting in her cleavage. The message on the screen read,'Showtime? Showtime!'

Twitter blooped at me soon after, and then the white, empty video box in her room on the site blinked black, the spinning 'buffering' symbol accompanied by cheers from the quickly growing chat room.

Looking at the picture she had sent already had me getting a chub and I shifted my dick in my pants to get more comfortable. As Mel's camera blinked into life she was looking down at her phone, pressed a button and then looked up, smiling broadly.

She started saying hello to her regulars and my phone buzzed in my hand. I had another message from Mel.

DellaLightful: Already getting hard? Don't get off to quick, I want this show to last ;)

I rolled my eyes, which she couldn't see, and flashed her both my middle fingers and wiggled them. On-screen, Mel scrunched up her nose to stop herself from laughing and interrupting what she had been saying. The first half hour of the show went mostly as normal, with Mel interacting with the chat room and acting sort of goofy. The countdown to get her out of her grey tank top and yoga pants went fairly quickly; Mel wasn't in the top twenty girls on the site yet but her rise up the ranks had been fairly meteoric.

When Mel took off her shirt, I unbuttoned my own shirt and let it fall open a little, revealing my chest and abs, my tie loosened but still on. I could see Mel's eyes wandering over to the side of her screen, checking me out, while she played with her tits in her bra for the room.

She picked up her phone while she was responding to another regular asking how her day had been, and mine quickly buzzed.

DellaLightful: Oh yeah, baby. Take it off!! Woo!!

OverCsSteve: One for One, every time you take something off I will too.

Mel checked her phone on cam and smirked, letting out a humming chuckle. Then she looked at the screen and licked her lips.

Choober54: Look at miss popular

69Noscope69: I'd fuck that mouth so hard

P1ran1s: What do you keep looking at?

Choober54: Della's milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

Hornd0wg: Hi I'm new and I think ur gorgous.

Choober54: Or are you inviting a friend over for the show?

Hornd0wg: gorgeos*

B. e. a. utifELLA: Damn girl, I'd sit on your face any day.

The chat room was flying but Mel still managed to respond to the reasonable people quickly. "Aw, is Choober jealous? And I'm not looking at anything Piranis. Hi Horndog, thank you." She raised an eyebrow at the sitting-on-face comment, "Sorry, Beauti-fella, I don't give rimjobs."

Choober54: Crap, now My Milkshake is stuck in my head.

B. e. a. utifELLA: That's fine, I want your tongue on my clit anyways. And call me Ella, cutey.

Toemageddon: Hey sexy, cn we c feet in highheels?

P1ran1s: Oh come on Della, are you watching porn again?

Hornd0wg: Oh wow, you actually talked to me *blush*

I clearly facepalmed at the last remark, even though she couldn't see my face, and Mel had to stifle a laugh as she was responding to people.

"Choober, serves you right. But it's stuck in my head too, you bastard," she smiled and started the song in the background, mouthing along to the words and bobbing her head when she wasn't talking. "Ella, that's kinda hot actually. I don't think I've ever had a girl be so forward about watching my room before. Are you gonna stick around? And Piranis, yes, I'm watching porn again. It's a guy with a super hot bod and it's getting me all worked up for the show, so stop complaining." She stuck out her tongue at the camera. "Horndog, of course I'm going to talk to you. Just be nice and hang out and we can be friends."

My deep-seated hatred for the chat room had dulled over the past couple of weeks, not that I overly enjoyed them watching Mel along with me. I thought of it more like a symbiotic relationship now though; because of them, Mel kept camming, which meant because of them I got to watch her too.

The show continued and I felt odd, trying to figure out how to be sexy for Mel. When she got up from her chair and bent low, showing her ass to the camera and peeling her yoga pants down slowly I responded by unbuckling my belt and unzipping my slacks just as slowly. Once she was sitting down I stood up and watched her watching me unbutton my pants and let them fall down my legs, revealing my tight black briefs. She smirked and looked into the camera, blowing a kiss.

As I sat back down I adjusted my dick and I saw her lick her lips lightly again before returning to the chat. The userB. e. a. utifELLA was a talker, chatting away with Mel about what brand her bra was and how cute her panties looked. "She" also flirted with the other users, egging them on to talk dirty and pretending to get turned on by it all. The fact that "she" was probably a four-hundred-pound dude in his mom's basement didn't seem to phase the other people in the chat.

Eventually, enough tips came in that it was time for Mel to take off her bra. Since she hadn't been flashing her enhanced tits like she usually did, she put a drumroll on in the background and for almost an entire minute teased us by tugging on the straps and cups, giving little peeks and hefting them until finally the drumroll stopped and she whipped the entire thing off. They bounced from the force of her reveal, nipples hard and seeking attention, which Mel gave them as the chatroom oohed and awed over her. It was like they had never seen her tits before or something.

The so-called 'female' user piped up, saying she wanted to motorboat Mel, and that she would do anything those tits told her to. Mel snorted and laughed it off, but the way she rubbed her neck and then twirled a lock of her blonde hair told me she thought that was pretty hot.

Not wanting to be outdone, and a little jealous of the attention this other person was getting, I hammed it up a bit. Mel couldn't help laughing as I pretended to tease her with my shirt, covering up my own nipples and rubbing on them, then giving her a peak before pulling my shirt all the way back, letting her see my entire abdomen. I was a good-looking guy, and I took care of myself, so I wasn't shy about my body. I rolled my stomach, flexing my abs to make them more visible, then rubbed at my nipples, making Mel laugh all over again.

One thing I was glad of was that I didn't have any distinguishing marks, or this never would have been possible. A stupid tattoo or a scar from back in high school probably would have given me away to her, but instead, I could see her getting hot as she looked over at my body every minute or so.

I was rubbing my dick through my underwear when Mel started nearly pleading with the chat room, "Come on guys, we need to finish this countdown. As soon as my panties come off we're doing a cumshow, no more waiting. I'm all kinds of revved up now."

Choober54: Where's your boytoy Steve? He always finishes these counts

P1ran1s: He's in the chat. Come on dude, throw that cash around again.

B. e. a. utifELLA: Who is this?

Choober54: Della's sugar daddy. Drops tip bombs all day, even when she tells him not to.

"Guys," Mel said, "Come on, leave OverCsSteve alone. Only I'm allowed to pick on him." Her eyes slid over to where my cam was on her screen and I flashed her an 'OK' sign, pointed at my computer, and then shrugged.'Is it ok to tip?' Rolling her eyes, Mel sighed, "Fine, I want to get off, so yes Steve, you can tip."

I pretended to clap my hands, making sure not to so that I didn't make a loud enough noise to alert Bella. Hopefully, by some miracle, she wasn't watching this and was watching something else.

OverCsSteve has tipped 7,500 tokens. 'Drop the panties, ride the dildo.'

"Steve, what the fuck!?" Mel shouted at me through the camera, "That's like seven thousand too much, you dummy." The chat room disagreed with her, a stream of GIFs with various characters and people bowing and clapping.

I shrugged with my hands at the camera again and then tugged on the elastic of my briefs.

"Grrr," she growled, fake-angry with me. "You want me to ride the dildo, do you?" Mel got up from her chair and wheeled it back a bit. She quickly shucked her panties, not even bothering to tease, and opened her legs. "Look how fucking horny I am, I've practically been dripping all day waiting to get off." She wasn't talking to the chat room anymore, it was just her and me.

As she stuck the suction-cup end of the lifelike dildo to her chair I lifted my butt and pulled my underwear down, teasing just a little bit before tugging them all the way to my ankles and letting my dick flick up into the air to stand proud.

"Fuck that looks good," Mel muttered, as she looked back at the screen. She'd spat on her hand and was fisting it across the shaft of the dildo. "What if I don't want to ride it right away though? What if I want to suck on it for a bit?" She leaned forward and took the dildo in her mouth, bobbing up and down on it.

I mimicked her motions with my hand, my eyes glued to the screen as I tried to imagine it was her and not me stroking my dick. The chat room was streaming by fast, people loving the show, but Mel had practically forgotten about them. I wondered if she had maximized my camera on her screen like I reached forward to do quickly.

"Mmmpgh," Mel hummed as she bobbed deeply, the end of the fake cock pushing into her throat in a bulge before she withdrew. "I'd spend all fucking day with your cock in my mouth if I could," she said, her voice low and husky. "Maybe I'd just live under your desk and be your personal cock whore. Would that be alright with you? If every time you sat down at your desk I reached out and unzipped you and gave you a blowjob?"

I was stroking faster now, but stopped myself and took my hands away, letting my dick bob in the air. I pointed with both hands at it over and over again.

"No, that wouldn't be enough, would it?" She continued. "You don't just want my mouth, you want my hot Texan pussy, too." She got up from her knees and backed up onto her chair, legs wide so that her cam caught every inch of her stretching as she took the dildo deep into her. "Mmm, your dick feels so good, just like I knew it would."

I grunted as I stroked myself again, spreading my legs so that she could see as much of me as I could allow. It was at this point I decided it had to be a lot easier for a girl to be sexy for a camera than a guy because I was having trouble being creative.

In a flash of brilliance, I lifted up the hand that wasn't on my dick and pretended to grope an invisible breast in front of me. "Oh, you like my tits too, though," Mel said as she watched me, grabbing her own tits so that she could feel what I wanted to be doing to her. "Fuck, you know just how to touch them, rubbing my nipples in your palm as you grab me with just the right roughness. Ungh, fuck, and your dick feels so good inside me I can't even believe it."

I heard a noise that didn't come from my computer and it took me a moment to register that it had come from outside my office and in the lobby.

Turning back to the screen and camera, I pantomimed grasping her by the waist and thrusting quickly, and she sped up her riding of the dildo. "Fuck, you like it fast and hard too, don't you? I love fucking like this."

I made a pulling down hard motion, and Mel buried the dildo inside of her and groaned erotically, then stood up off of her toy as I made a lift and spin gesture.

"You wanna watch my ass bounce as I ride you now? Alright, I know you love my booty." She mounted the dildo again, this time with her ass facing the camera, and quickly began riding hard again. "Oh, fuck, you really do like my ass. Do you like watching it bounce over and over while I ride you?"

I gave her a thumbs up as I stroked myself, then made a scooping gesture in front of me and wiggled my fingers a few inches in front of my dick.

Mel reached a hand down and started playing with her clit out of view, "Oh, damn, you're so good. Keep playing with my clit like that while you stuff me full. God, you're amazing."

Taking a chance, I stopped jerking myself off and brought that hand up, sucking on my forefinger briefly and then lowering it to where her ass would have been. Mel, wide-eyed as she looked over her shoulder, was panting breathily. "Oh, fuck. Are you gonna play with my booty now while you stuff me? Are you gonna tease my little asshole? I never let anyone do that, but for you, I will."

She licked her finger and brought it back, wedging it between her ass cheeks and leaning forward so we could see the dildo still working her pussy as she teased, and then entered, her puckered backdoor. "Fuuuuck," she moaned.

"Oh, fuck," I heard from the lobby, "Fucking fuck. Fuckfuckfu-" and then Bella got quiet enough that I couldn't hear her.

I stopped pantomiming and started jerking myself again, beads of sweat on my forehead and my arms starting to get tired from the physical and mental exertion I was putting out pretending to have sex with Mel.

"Hnn-oh, fuck," she groaned as she bounced up and down on the rubber dick. "Fuck, Steve, so good. You fuck me so good. All the right- fuck, moves. Are you gonna come? Are you gonna come in my pussy, Steve? Fuck, that would be amazing."

The thought of what must be happening in the chat now drifted through my head as I blacked out everything from my consciousness except Mel on the screen. "Fuck," I groaned out loud, "Fuck, so fucking good Mel. I want- fuck. Fuck!"

She couldn't hear me, but I think she knew by my erratic movements I was about to come. "Oh God, you're coming. You're coming right in my fat pussy and I can feel your hands all over me. Oh, fuck me, pump me, I love it. Fuck." She tensed up, her back arching as she lowered herself completely on the dildo, hands gripping the chair back in front of her, white-knuckled even while she craned her neck over her shoulder, eyes focused on me and her screen.

I stood up and brought my dick closer to the camera, pumping hard until I shot load after load, making a mess of my desk again as I moaned along with Mel in our orgasmic bliss.

After slumping back into my chair, I watched as Mel heaved in deep breaths, the movement of her body almost sexy enough for me to stay hard. She slowly dismounted, and as she turned back to the screen with a sheepish look on her face knowing our game was probably up with the rest of the chat room. Bella said, "Well, I can't deny the chemistry, but fuck I would ride that."

I practically jumped right out of my skin. She was standing about six paces from my desk, her hair was a bit messier than earlier and she didn't have her pantyhose on anymore. Her blouse was also undone an extra two buttons, and her black bra was clearly visible. I quickly covered myself and shuffled away from my desk before bending to pull up my pants.

"Aw, does little Stephan have to go away?" she said, smiling sexily. "Or should I say little Steve?"

"Bella, what the fuck?" I demanded, buckling up my pants.

"Oh, come on Stephan, it's not like I haven't seen it before. And she was pretty amazing. Was she really watching your cam?"

"Shit," I grunted, stepping back in front of my computer and unplugging the webcam. Bella came around and stood next to me, closer than was appropriate, as we watched Mel whooping with laughter. I shrunk the video back so we could see the chat, where everyone was asking what had scared her, and why she was laughing so hard now.

"I- Hahaha, I was watching OverCsSteve on cam-to-cam and I think he just got caught by someone," she wheezed out. "OverCs are you still there?"

Bella leaned forward with me as I bent to type. "You know, she sounded pretty into getting with me, boss. I might give you a run for your money."

"What are you talking about?" I asked while I was typing.

OverCsSteve: I'm here. Secretary walked in on me.

"Oh no!" Mel said, "Please tell me you aren't going to get sued for sexual harassment or something."

Bella hummed happily and pushed my hands out of the way, quickly typing into the chat.

OverCsSteve: Turns out she was B. e. a. utifELLA and was watching too. I am a pervaklnffa; kgn

Bella laughed as I stopped her from typing out more embarrassing messages from my account and closed the window, logging myself out from the site automatically.

"Ok, that's enough," I said. "This is going a little far, Bella."

She put her hands on her hips, "Really, Stephan? It wasn't too far for me to facilitate your afternoon jerk-off breaks? Or our constant flirting? Or when I told you I was going to masturbate?"

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to collect myself, but before I could say anything she cut in again.

"Face it, Stephan. We have a bit of a special working relationship here. Wouldn't it be better if we just were more open about it, instead of trying to make it go away?"

"OK," I said, surprising myself and her as she blinked, obviously expecting more pushback. "OK, we'll be open about sexuality in the office. But we still aren't going to have sex."

She gave me an 'oh come on' look, but acquiesced after a moment. "That's fine. But if I walk in on you jerking off again, you don't get to act all embarrassed and hide yourself."

"You really want to see my dick that bad, then fine. I won't even pretend to hide my dick anymore," I retorted, realizing I was just playing into what she wanted.

"Good," Bella said, using a hand to swipe her hair back out of her face. "Then I think we're done here."

"I think we are."

She turned and walked to the door, stopping before exiting and unbuttoning her top the rest of the way but leaving the tails tucked into her skirt. "I'll be dressing more 'casually' whenever we don't have someone booked in for a meeting."

"Great, get comfortable," I said, feeling like I was going to regret that one.

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "You should probably message Della, Stephan. She might be worried." She shut the door after her.

Fuck me, I thought, blinking as I stood in my office, shirt unbuttoned and haphazardly falling off my shoulders.

I sat down at my desk and pulled out my phone.

OverCsSteve: Hey

DellaLightful: Is everything ok!?!?!

OverCsSteve: Yeah. B-ELLA actually was my secretary. She started typing other stuff so I cut the connection.

DellaLightful: Please tell me you aren't in any trouble because of me x. x

OverCsSteve: No, nothing bad. The office is going to be weird for a bit, but everything is good.

DellaLightful: Was she really watching the show?

OverCsSteve: She convinced me to give her your screen name this morning. Didn't think she would walk in here though.

DellaLightful: She's Australian right? Does she have a hot accent?

OverCsSteve: She has a hot everything, but we don't fool around.

DellaLightful: Damn, I was hoping to get a sex tape : P

DellaLightful: She kinda got me going, talking about sitting on my face. What do you think of me doing a show with another cam girl?

OverCsSteve: I think if I saw you eating out another girl I might have a heart attack.

DellaLightful: I was thinking Strapon, but I like where you're going : D

Chapter 4

I found out two days before Mel made the announcement. My oldest, best friend, the chipper high school cheerleader-turned-sexy nurse, the camgirl who lived half a world away from me, was going to do a girl-girl show. When she finalized the plans I was the only one she told and she did it by sending me a minute-and-a-half long clip of her talking dirty while lying in bed, the camera posed so that it looked like she was talking to me while I was lying next to her.

She did it that way because she knew I would get the message when I woke up, fifteen hours ahead of her, in Australia. She didn't even flash me in the video, but I still masturbated to it a couple of times just imagining kissing her as she whispered those dirty words to me.

The only problem with our sexually charged, long-distance flirting was that Mel didn't know she was actually messaging me. We hadn't spoken in over seven years.

"Did you read this?" Bella, my secretary, asked as she burst into my office holding up her phone.

There was no way I would have been able to tell what she was talking about if I hadn't had Mel on my mind already. She had just tweeted a few minutes ago with the news about her planned show. Bella had also become a dedicated fan of Mel, or rather DellaLightful.

"I did," I said noncommittally, looking at my computer instead of my gorgeous secretary. Since our heated discussion five days ago about sexual openness in the office, Bella's wardrobe had changed from 'sexy secretary' into something more like 'sexy dinner party.' Today she was wearing a white, semi-transparent blouse with a drooping neckline practically to her belly button. It showed off her tight stomach and delicious-looking cleavage from her small, braless tits.

She swayed over to my desk, her hips working overtime in my peripheral vision, and she sat on the edge. "Stephan, you knew this was happening." It was less a question than an accusation.

I looked up at her face, still trying to avoid looking at her chest. Bella reminded me of a Bond girl, sexy and aristocratic, but also whip-smart with a devilishly dangerous accent. "I did."

She smacked me on the arm, "Why didn't you tell me? Aren't you fucking excited?"

"Of course I am, but you can't keep your mouth shut in the chat room and it was her news to put out there." While I watched Mel's shows from my office, Bella watched from her desk out front. We both knew the other was masturbating but so far I had stayed firm on not crossing any of my self-imposed lines. Flirting was supposed to be the max, even after her divorce a year ago. We were just too good together professionally to fuck that up.

Those reasons were quickly sliding out the window now, but I had another reason not to fuck Bella even though she let me know subtly, and sometimes not so subtly, every day that she was open to it. I had Mel.

Well, I didn't have Mel, but I could feel myself falling for her in this confusing way. We chatted and flirted through Kik, she sent me dirty photos on Snapchat that went way beyond the teasing ones she sent to her camming fans, and she was clear we were more than friendly client-camgirl. Her friends at her day job called me her 'secret boyfriend,' which she laughed about but I wondered if she saw us that way as well.

Mel had always respected my privacy and had never asked to see my face in a picture, but we had been getting riskier and riskier with photos and now cam-to-cam during some of her shows. My set-up allowed me to 'show off' for her without showing my face, but I had started feeling guilty about the whole thing. She had never asked, but I could tell she wanted to know who I was.

My phone pinged before Bella could respond, and by now she knew the sound my Kik app made as well as I did. "Is that her?" she asked.

DellaLightful: OMG people are freaking out

DellaLightful: Apparently the only thing better than watching one pussy is watching two.

"Yeah, it's her," I said as I typed out my response.

OverCsSteve: Naw, I'd watch just you any day of the week over two other girls.

DellaLightful: