A Cam Girl’s Diary
Jenna Flux has a following to die for.
Sometimes it seemed like her followers online were the only ones who loved her.
That was what Jenna Flux — a pseudonym, as it were — thought as she scrolled through the last hour’s feed of comments from her livestream that had just ended. Still sitting in her itchy black lingerie, she hummed to herself and thought how nice it would be to get back into her pajamas once the night was over. But she still had one more session to go. She teased her fingers through her hair and hoped she looked sexy enough for the next round of streamers.
Of course there were people who were less than polite with their comments — always commenting on her boobs or ass and how much they’d like to do what they wanted to her, no holds barred — but at least there was anonymity to what she did. No one knew her apartment was in a little burrow in New York City, well away from the touristy sights and sounds, where she worked during the day as a salon receptionist before slinking home and donning all kinds of sexy costume wear to afford that month’s rent and pay off the loans from the one year of college she had completed before dropping out.
It was an empty life that felt richer for the fact that she was beloved online. These anonymous followers bore no faces, and only their words spoke for them — but…
