The Billionaire's CamGirl

Back upstairs I close the blackout curtains in my bedroom and snuggle under my covers. Just as I’m about to put my cell phone in my nightstand drawer, I see a notification from WildCaptain pop up. Without thinking, I click it open.

Are you awake, Echo?

Aye aye Captain! But not for long. I’m in bed. I type back. How was your flight?

You mean the flight I almost missed because I was watching you come, naked on your bed? It shouldn’t, but things like that make my breath hitch. To think of him, thinking of me. And ultimately a big waste of time because my meeting lasted under an hour and I’m already waiting on standby for a flight home.

Poor baby. It must be so hard to fly business class, being waited on hand and foot, all the while collecting a fat paycheck. Will you survive, Captain? I tease.

Thank you for understanding. That’s why I like you. You can empathize with the common man. Oh WildCaptain, he could always give as good as he got.

What are you up to, Echo? Any exciting plans this weekend?

Actaully I have big plans. My best friend from Paris is visiting me. I got to put my hospitality skills to use and set up the guest room for her.

Let me guess, he types. There’s a small carafe by the bedside.

I smile reading that. He’s heard me talk at length about all the little details I find essential in an overnight stay. We really do talk a lot, I realize.

Observant and sexy. You are the full package, Captain. Speaking of my weekend plans, I’m not going to be able to have any sessions starting tomorrow night. Kate will be here through the weekend and I won’t have the time. I’m also not that keen for her to see what I’ve been doing for money.

Have a great time with your friend, Captain replies. Doesn’t Kate know what you do, though? You said she’s your best friend. Are you ashamed?

I hate that word: ashamed. Just because you don’t want to broadcast something to the whole world doesn’t mean it’s shame stopping you. I value my privacy. I don’t want this single gig to define me. And we all know how people are, cam-girl would not be something I could live down.

Not ashamed, I type. But not everyone can be so open minded like us, so it’s something I prefer to be secret.

Well even though you consider me “open minded,” Echo, I want to assure you there’s nothing wrong with what you do.

I consider that for a beat, and I believe him, but there’s a caveat in there.

Would you feel the same if you weren’t my exclusive client? If I were performing for dozens of strangers a day? Wouldn’t that change your mind?

If you’re asking me if I prefer you have an exclusive arrangement with me, well the answer is FUCK yes. As for other arrangements and other women on Sugar Girl, I reserve judgement. Not my business. I’m happy and I want you to be happy.

I giggle. I literally giggle. Oh God I’m like an idiot school girl.

Good. So, it’s our little secret, Captain.

He takes a while to reply, and I’m holding my breath. I don’t want him harking on this shame business and the ethics and morality of cam-girls. Finally, the little bubbles start flashing, indicating he’s typing.

I do like having secrets with you, Echo. Want to hear one of mine?

Relief washes over me, and anticipation. What will he write?

I do. Tell me.

The secret, Echo, is that texting with you, I’m imagining you in bed, remembering the way you were touching yourself last night. I’m sitting here in the business lounge with my briefcase on my lap because I’m completely hard. Can you keep that secret?

It isn’t right, but I’m instantly wet.

I can keep that secret. In fact, I’m going to say goodbye now and take that secret with me off to dreamland. It’s a good one. Bon voyage Captain.

Night night, Echo.

I’m lying here staring up at the ceiling, hugging my phone to my chest. “Night night, Echo,” he wrote. When I’m chatting with him and performing for him, I am Echo. I feel like Echo. But the real me, well I’m Weaver, and he doesn’t even know that’s my name. As I fall asleep, clutching my phone and the memory of our chat, I can’t shake the cozy and warm feelings that WildCaptain gives me. Despite not knowing my name, I kind of believe he really does know me.

4

Weaver

“Pull over! Right there, I see her!” I lean forward into the front seat, practically screaming in the Lyft driver’s ear. I see Kate standing at the side of the terminal, squinting her eyes and looking at all the cars, scanning for me.

The car slows down to a roll, pulling up to the terminal, but I can’t wait for the driver to put the car in park before I open the door and jump out.