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Elisa was amazingly dirty, she was doing things with a light sabre that would make the most hard core pornographer blush, never mind make the Star Wars producers swallow hard. She was also very, very focused on what she was doing, nice to see someone so dedicated to doing a good job and yes it was her job, she had been performing on the site now for around 6 months and, at least up to now, was making a pretty good living out of it. In many ways it was a perfect occupation, she could work from home, she had no personal contacts with her clients and could shut things down on line whenever she felt like it. OK, to many, her sexual performances for money were nothing more than a modern form of prostitution, but she was in absolute control and could perform or not as she chose. To an extent she also had control over who watched her, she was able to ban any who broke her room rules. Of course it didn't do to be too strict after all the more punters the more money she made. Now though things were moving on and some decisions were going to have to be made. Elisa, and yes that was her real name, and just about all that was real in her room biography, was now almost 23, it was only a year since she gained her honours degree, in micro biology of all things, but it seemed so much longer. She earned enough from her site room to afford a pretty decent flat and run a new, if small, car. She was unattached having ditched a long term uni boyfriend just as she graduated, but now....well that ...

... was an element of the decision making in progress. Was she seriously thinking of forming a new relationship however uncertain that might be? All of these thoughts coursed through her brain as she was manipulating the light sabre. Now this is not to suggest that she wasn't giving her all to the 1500 punters currently in her room, she was, and with an outrageous sexiness that made the punters send tip after tip. Nearly 2000 tokens in 35 minutes wasn't bad and could never have been achieved without the clients believing utterly in her concentration. And despite all the repetitive and sometimes illiterate suggestions made by many which due to the volume of messages she could safely ignore, she managed to keep the bigger tippers very happy indeed, and this Star Wars routine was an inspired one. She had always tried to vary her performances and to do this also limited her appearances, four sessions a week now with a couple of them being a sort of a double shift. Of course she had watched performances from other room hosts and quickly realised that inventiveness was in short supply. Hence the routines and costumes and the teasing, enough chat rooms were staffed by girls, and boys, whose idea of entertaining was to stick something in any and all orifices as quickly as possible. She was an erotically inclined girl who loved to come and come often, but did need some build up to make the erotic charge so much more powerful. This dovetailed neatly with the desire of the big tippers for a ...