Without Remorse

Set the camera down so I can watch you dress.

Usually guys were paying for her to undress, but hey, whatever floated his boat.

Ass to camera.

She did what he asked, bending over deliberately low so he could get a clear view of her ass again before stepping into her jeans, one leg at a time.

“What color t-shirt do you want me in?” she asked.

The pink one with the collar.

Wow. She rarely wore that one. How long had he been watching her voyeur cam?

“As you wish.” She winked at the camera.

She pulled out the thin, cotton pink shirt with the little collar and slipped it on over her head. It was theoretically conservative except that without a bra, her nipples were all but visible through the delicate material.

Show me the bathroom. Go pee while I watch.

This was a shockingly common request. “Yes, sir. Do you like it when I call you sir? Or do you want to go by Saint?”

Both are fine.

Just fine? Whatevs. She headed to the bathroom and set the camera on the counter again. Good thing she’d had that half-bottle of water just a little while ago.

“Do you like water games?” she asked as she pulled her pants back down and relieved herself.

No. I just like watching you be real. Unguarded.

She laughed at that. “I guess no one’s more real than when they’re on the throne. So from what you’ve said, it sounds like you watch my voyeur channel. There’s plenty of me being real and unguarded on there.”

You always know the camera’s watching. It’s not the same.

“So what’s different now?”

I’m the only one watching. Continue the tour.

She finished her business and washed her hands, then picked the camera back up. “All right, now leaving the bedroom, there’s a short hallway,” she walked down the hall, “and then we get to the kitchen. Which I imagine you’re also familiar with.”

Yes. Show me the rest of the house. Where your cat stays.

She paused a little, frowning. “I don’t usually show her room.”

I’m not a usual customer. Now show me her room. 5,000 tokens if you obey.

Obey? Look who was bringing out their inner Dom. “Yes, sir.”

She waited until she heard the cha-ching of coins being deposited before opening the door to the den.

She pushed the door open and Ramona immediately made a beeline towards her.

“Hey sweetie,” Sloane said as she stepped in the room and shut the door behind her. She went over to Ramona and crouched down.

A ping had her looking at her phone.

Set the camera down so I can see you and the cat in the frame.

Sloane rolled her eyes but then went over and set the camera down on the staircase so Saint would have a good view of the whole room.

“How’s my sweetie feeling today?” Sloane asked, giving Ramona a belly scratch when she flopped on her back.

Ramona made happy purring noises and wriggled around on her back while Sloane scratched.

“Who loves getting their belly rubbed? Hmm? Does Ramona love that?”

Sloane had stopped having Ramona featured as much on her channel after she got some truly disturbing requests. Saint better not be trying to take it there because that was beyond a hard limit.

But all that showed up in the chat box on her phone was: What happened to her nose?

Sloane looked down at the phone as she continued rubbing Ramona’s belly. “There was an accident. She got out of the house and had a nasty encounter with a squirrel but she’s healing up. Isn’t that right, Mona? You’re going to be just fine, aren’t you? No more run-ins with mean squirrels.” She leaned over and kissed Ramona’s head between her ears. With one last belly scratch, Sloane stood up.

“So that’s my house. You’ve now officially seen more of it than any other client, so—”

A ping interrupted her.

Take me upstairs.

Sloane froze in her tracks looking down at the phone. Then she tried to play it off with a smile. “Sorry, that’s a no go. Hard limit. I spend almost all my time in—”

50,000 tokens if you show me upstairs.

Sloane’s breath caught as she looked down at the phone. That was two and a half thousand freaking dollars. Sometimes she only made that much in a month. Had he accidently added an extra zero in there?

50,000 tokens. Take me upstairs with you.

“Pay up front,” she said, still not moving. She had her cam app open in the background and before she took another step she heard the cha-ching noise of tokens being put in her pot. She clicked through to check how much he’d just paid. 25,000 tokens.

You get the rest after you take me upstairs. I want to see every part of your living space. What no one else gets to see.

Holy shit. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. He was for real.

Sloane stared down at the phone, then glanced toward the stairs. Oh SHIT. Now she had to actually go up the stairs.