You’re a whore Adriana. You’re a whore and your naked body is going to be on the internet forever.
Maybe, but my classmate Kenya told me she made two thousand dollars in three weeks showing her tits on the internet and that sounded worth it to me.
I stared at the address bar on my laptop and typed in the first two letters of the website address. Of course, it auto-filled because this wasn't my first time going on there. When Kenya told me about it, I had to take a look. Some site on the internet where you could make thousands of dollars for just flashing your webcam? Sign me up.
There wasn't a lot of the page, just these features of different girls who were currently online and links to log in.
“So, do you actually meet the guys who you talk to on here?” I had asked her.
“Oh my God, no way. All you do is chat with them, tease them, talk with them, and if they give you credits, you do what they ask,” Kenya said to me like it was the easiest thing in the world. Yeah, it was going to be some random man on the other side of the camera, but he wasn’t actually there.
“Do you take like everything off?”
“No. Well, depends. You see, I have like a menu. Depending on the number of credits a guy gives me, he can ask for different things. Full nude is of course pretty expensive, you're lucky if you get guys who’ll ask for that. And the thing is once you're nude, you can't really start putting clothes back on.”
“Aren't you scared of your stuff ending up being posted online? What if it ends up on porn sites or something?” I asked. Kenya just shrugged at that one.
“Look, if I was taking my clothes off at a strip club, I could potentially get groped, harassed, followed after work, or run into someone who knows me in real life. Camming isn't necessarily safer, there are risks but I weighed the risks out and it's worth it. At least to me. Think about it. Because you're right, if stuff from your cam shows does get out, it's on the internet forever and that's just something you're going to have to live with.”
Great, so no pressure.
I had spent days weighing the risks, weeks considering the life I would live if my bare breasts ended up on a porn site. It wasn’t as serious as that, but I had read stories from online sex workers who had been doxxed and ended up fired from their real-life jobs. Women who hadn’t been allowed to cross the border at the airport because they had adult content online. Girls whose families found out, whose boyfriends dumped them when they started camming.
I had weighed the risks and, well, I was back here again, wasn't I?
I needed money, I needed a lot of it, and I needed it fast.
My options for employment weren’t limited, but they wouldn't give me the kind of money I needed in a timely fashion. I was heading into senior year soon, and up until this point, my college education had been paid for partly by my parents, by my own employment, savings, scholarships, and loans. I was determined to have as little debt as possible when I graduated and just one year of loans was going to set me back thousands of dollars.
A month ago, my dad took a nasty fall which stopped him from being able to work and put my parents on disability. Since they were suddenly on one income, I couldn't rely on them to help me pay for senior year. I was past the deadline for any scholarships or loans, my fault, I would totally cop to that so here I was. All I could rely on now was a job and a normal job just wasn't going to do the trick, not the way I needed it to.
Looking at the screen with thumbnails of multiple girls in various stages of undress, I felt like I should have felt worse about this, but I didn’t. I was nervous as hell, but damn, two thousand dollars in three weeks? I had done the math and I wouldn't even have to use the site for that long if I managed to first of all achieve and then sustain that kind of income. I could be in and out in a matter of months and then I’d put it behind me.
People made careers as camgirls but I didn’t want that. The stigma alone, long term wasn’t something I’d be able to deal with. For some reason, the few months I’d be online felt like it wouldn’t count. There were thousands of other girls doing it, I wouldn’t even stand out.
I had already made my mind up and at this point was just stalling. I clicked the log in button because I had already made an account. After Kenya showed me the website, I wanted to take a look. I had looked at the FAQ's, found out how quickly money was paid out, read the site regulations, and even watched some cam shows to get an idea of how to pull one off.
I was as prepared as I could have been. As far as my body, I had shaved my legs and trimmed my bush. I was going to have a mask on and since I didn't have any tattoos, birthmarks, or scars, who would be able to tell my naked body from the next curvy girl's on the site?
Still, my heart was beating a mile a minute. I had stuck tape over my webcam so nobody would be able to see me until I was ready, even after I started my broadcast. I was home alone, and my door was locked just in case my roommate came home and got the bright idea to storm in.
I had a tip system all figured out. Nothing happened until one hundred credits. I would probably have to get fully naked and anything beyond that, well, we’d see how well the broadcast went.
Kenya had shown me her collection. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, the whole nine. It was a little intimidating. I had one small pink vibrating dildo and that was all I was willing to work with on-camera if it
ever came to that. I wasn’t a prude but I wasn’t experienced.
I had masturbated, even used toys but I was a virgin, so seduction wasn’t second nature to me. I had watched other girls and talked to Kenya to get an idea of what the guys liked. I wasn't having sex though, I was just chatting with them and letting them look at my tits, so I felt like I’d get away with it. In three to six months depending on how well this went, I did stop, and hopefully, I wouldn't have to log back into the site again. I could take the short-term risks for the long-term reward.
I needed to graduate on time. I had to. It wasn’t an option for me, it was a matter of giving myself what my family had never been able to give me.
I got up off my bed and looked in the mirror one last time, I looked pretty good. Checking myself out, I shimmied to the playlist I had put together for this experience. I felt the music would calm me down.
I had been a little bit worried that my body type would work against me, but Kenya assured me that curvy girls definitely had their audience. I was in a cute floral dress and underneath I was wearing a matching cherry bra and panty set. I had a towel down on the bed to make sure things didn't get messy, and last but not least, the mask.
It was this elaborate black and pink masquerade mask which covered the entire top half of my face. I was certain that nobody would be able to recognize me. Of course, there was always the risk, but I was ready. When I graduated with minimal debt this was all going to have been worth it.
I’d look back one day and be glad that I did it. When I had my own car, house, owned my own consulting business, and didn’t have to look up a restaurant online before I went out to eat to make sure it was in my price range, it would be worth it.