Executive Engagement - Page 453

I type in some of my findings about the cam site on the spreadsheet—the numbers are looking good—then I click over to the next Bennet Babes room. Each one of these rooms are totally different than the others. The girls look nothing alike, probably because the Bennet Babes aren’t actually sisters, they were named after the original owner, and every room caters to different preferences.

This room belongs to Lizzie.

It immediately strikes me as different from the other girls’ rooms. It’s simple and modern, nothing flashy. High-class, even. Then Lizzie starts talking.

“Sorry, babe, I don’t have time for whiny little bitches. You want in on the show? Let me see how fucking much you want it.”

Her voice is sexy as fuck. Sultry and low. Commanding. Like she won’t take shit from anyone. It makes my cock swell up, thicker and harder as I listen to her.

I scroll through the comments and see that Lizzie’s set up a high threshold for a strip tease and masturbation show, and she won’t perform until she hits it. There are a bunch of whiny little pussies in there, and just like I thought, she’s not taking their shit. If they don’t want to pay, she has no use for them.

Chuckling under my breath, I shake my head. I have to give it to her. She’s fucking sexy as sin, and she’s got business sense too. If I had a type of woman—which I don’t—she’d be it.

Leaning forward, I adjust myself in my seat to better read the comments, and my cock pops out of the escort’s mouth again. This time I don’t give a fuck. Because Lizzie has me totally drawn in to her show.

“Darcy,” my nameless escort says. Her whiny voice grates on my nerves all of a sudden. “I want your cock.”

With an irritated growl, I haul her up by the elbow and angle my head toward the door, my eyes never leaving Lizzie on my screen.

“Out. Now.”

The girl gives a petulant little huff, but at least she knows better than to push me. She simply grabs her clothes and is out the door in seconds.

I settle back in my chair and watch as Lizzie works her audience. It’s such a fucking turn on. Gripping my cock that’s still wet from the escort’s mouth, I stroke it a few times as I look at Lizzie’s body.

Her lingerie doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination, but I’m suddenly desperate to know what she looks like completely naked. Her fingers are working her pussy and she cries out as she comes.

Fuck.

Reaching for my keyboard, my hands hover over the keys, and I debate what I should do. I mean, I just had a woman in here sucking me off, and I kicked her out so I can jerk off to this cam girl?

Shrugging, I mutter, “What the fuck…”

I punch a few keys, then press enter.

Lizzie

Oh for fuck’s sake. I’m so over these assholes who keep complaining about my prices.

Click.

Banned.

Oh, hell no. Click again.

Who else wants my six-inch heel to boot them out of my virtual brothel?

I have no problem kicking these rude motherfuckers out of my cam room. If they want to watch some cheap-ass, nasty-cunt cam girl, they can get the hell off my site entirely. I’m 100 percent none of the other girls in the house would accept these losers either.

Bennet Babes is one of the best sites in the industry for a reason. Our cam girls are top-notch. Classy, even. What, you don’t think a cam girl can be high class? Well, you haven’t met me, babe. My fuckable charm is like nothing you’ve ever seen.

That’s why I’m the Bennet Babe with the most loyal fan base. They can’t help but love me.

And it’s not just because I have a rocking body. I can deal out the snark just as easily as I deal out orgasms. I’m highly skilled in both.

“Any more of you beggars and complainers out there tonight?” I say into my mic, giving my webcam the full force of my attitude. They fucking love it.

“Don’t think I won’t ban your sorry asses.”

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