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The Cam Girl

... shorts, a short faux fur bolero top whose open front showed an absence of almost anything underneath apart from a brief halter top. "C'mon girl let's hit and knock 'em dead. I' m itching to tantalise and frustrate some real live men tonight." The pub, more of a club really, rocked most nights, but Fridays could boast an amazing range of cocktails, several live bands and a fashion parade of young healthy and attractive people. After ordering drinks Elisa steered them into a slightly quieter section, she wanted to quiz Alisha before the night got too raucous. "Look Alisha there is something important I have to ask, it's your advice really and I have to pick your brains tonight?" After hearing Elisa explain her problem Alisha sat quietly for a moment. "Aaaw you poor babes, listen here's what we do, we spend some time in here, drink some booze, dance, tease some poor young boys, cop a feel or two and then make our way to my place. Jonathan is in China so we can stretch out, chat, drink some and see what tomorrow brings?" Outside the pub they both felt light headed, from the booze, the atmosphere and the noise, it took no time to reach Alisha's by cab and soon they were stretched side by side on a sofa guzzling champagne. Alisha seemed thoughtful again; "You see girl, I have a circle of friends from a wide range of society, those school friends I still keep in touch know what I do, thankfully not how much I do for free, and though they are kind enough not to say, if they did they ...

... would deplore me being a cam girl. Others more attuned to our lifestyle applaud us. Our bodies, we are in control, we can shut off any punter on a whim and, though subject to the market, can earn a good living and don't have to come into contact with the nutters and fruitcakes unless, like tonight, we choose too. Some tell me my setup is even better, a steady well off and generous boyfriend who gives me a lot of freedom as long as I stay faithful to him, which suits me because I think I love him a lot." Elisa interrupted here, "Alisha there something else though isn't there I sense a huge 'but if only' in what you say" "Yes babes, there are two really, the first is that I haven't much sense of purpose, more so since I don't have to bust my buns much to earn a living, the second which is the real killer is that I think I want to have k**s. I am aching for Jon to bring up the subject and if he doesn't soon I shall have to. It's been great the past year or so but honey it can't last, now stop talking now, and get those clothes off, I fancy an orgasm and you are the closest." Elisa was perfectly happy to allow her to work out her Jon less frustrations and with some subtle oral and finger work was able to make her yelp a bit, herself having a small gentle come against Alisha's hand at an early point. Then, for both, the booze, the lateness and the exhaustion took charge. The brightness of another fine day woke Elisa in a state of excitement, she felt then saw Alisha's slim sweet ...