The camming of Alise - Sex Stories

The camming of Alise

... girl in a chat doing stuff for guys....for money?"

"Yeah, it's a popular site," he offered. "Girls have a tip menu and guys can tip tokens for it. It's a win win, they get money and guys get to see what they want."

"Still, gross," she said again. "Besides, LOOK at her," she said to the others, pointing at the screen, "there's nothing real about her. Her tits are so fake, her lips are full of filler, and she's vaping like it's life giving oxygen!"

"And?" Jason cracked.

This is where her competitive nature took over, always made worse by alcohol.

"You like that?" she said with disbelief.

They all looked at the screen and nodded with hints of embarrassment.

"This one does well," Don said. "She's on the first page of the site, meaning she gets the most visitors."

"Ew," Alise said again. "You'd rather see some fake plastic bimbo than the real thing?" she said with a noticeable thrusting out of her own chest.

"I think us guy would rather see....anything we can," Charley joked.

"So this woman is popular?"

"Yes, she gets thousands of tokens a day, say, 50 bucks per thousand, I've heard."

"But she's so....fake!" Alise protested.

"It can't be easy," said Don. "I mean, they have to be willing to show off and do...stuff. I think you have to be naturally exhibitionistic and sexually open."

I think she took that as a challenge, like he was saying she wasn't.

"All she's doing is pouting her fake lips and holding those plastic tatas out. Doesn't ...

... look too hard."

"Like you'd do better?" Don asked. It was a question that changed the whole atmosphere of the room. It seemed to energize the guys and challenge Alise. I guess I really could've stepped in at this point and rescue her, as I'd done in the past but no, I was also interested in seeing what would happen. I took that opportunity to sneak out of the room under the pretense of checking the steaks on the grill. I watched through the crack in the door.

"Fuck yes. You guys ogle me all the time, maybe I should start charging YOU! But I think I could outdo this bimbo, I think you misjudge guys. I think they'd prefer a real, natural woman to...THAT."

My friends aren't stupid. They loved to tease her and get her frustrated. It was all part of the game. After much back and forth about whether or not she could "compete" with such beauties, she stunned them (and me) with her rebuttal.

"How long do they usually cam?" she asked.

"Most of them just a couple hours, it must get tiring playing with yourself and having random orgasms for too long," said Charley with a sly grin.

"Pick one...not HER," she said with a scowl, referring to the plastic bimbo. "She's already been on for hours. Pick one that's just starting."

"For what?" Jason asked with a noticeable leer.

"A bet, naturally," she smiled. "If I out perform her, you guys supply the beer and chips that WE usually provide for, say, the next two months."

"Wait, what? You are going to strip for us, here, ...