Hello! This story is very similar to my previous works, just with no futa (so far). That means the sex in this story is ridiculous and unrealistic as are the sexual things that happen in general.
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The dull hum of an air conditioner wafted through the air. The sun shone through the window, illuminating the room in natural light. A large bed sat in its center, neatly made. The pillows were both contained in hot pink covers, and they sat above a tucked in comforter bathed in the same shade of pink. The wall the bed pressed against was a more subdued shade of pink, but was pink nonetheless. A glance around the room would show a clearly apparent decor theme - a kind of young girl's fantasy room. The only thing that looked out of place amongst the stuffed animals and novelty furniture that littered the room was a camera that directly faced the bed.
Other items stood out upon further inspection. A half-opened drawer sticking out of a crudely decorated dresser showed a much more adult side to the childlike room. Haphazardly stuffed inside of it was a myriad of different sex toys: personal vibrators, reaslitic looking dildos, and novelty-sized butt plugs littered the overfilled space. A peak under the bottom of the bed would reveal a barely-hidden machine, one that vibrated with just a flip of a switch. Pink fuzzy handcuffs were slightly hidden behind the headboard of the bed, a cheap wooden piece, with one of the clasps locked around a post. The room clearly belonged to someone other than a child.
The door flung open, the clothes hanger that hooked onto it rattling loudly. The light thud of feet on carpet trailed through the room. A figure stood before the bed before throwing themselves onto it's soft surface. Well-manicured toes kicked in the air, the toes painted a familiar shade of pink. Feet turned into tanned legs, completely smooth all the way up. A pair of jiggly cheeks faced the ceiling; soft, white cotton panties only slightly covering their large size. Above the smackable ass was a flower tattoo, placed in an area with a less-than-flattering name. The rest of the figures back was unblemished by any markings, and was also currently a bed for a mane of dark brown hair that flowed from the person's head.
Rolling over, the figure stretched out. Slim arms reached towards the sky, topped off by delicate hands home to their own set of pink nails. One hand held a white phone, a black cracked screen peering down at her. Her face was what could be considered naturally sexy. High cheekbones, piercing brown eyes, a small nose and plump pink lips filled out her features. A slim neck gave way to a very large chest. Her breasts were huge and well shaped. They didn't hang as much as most breasts their size, and they filled her chest with an enticing plumpness. Topped off by small, pink nipples that were surrounded by areolas that would've looked much more appropriate on a pair of more delicate mammaries. In highschool she used to brag to boys that she wore a 34E cup, not that they ever had any clue what that meant. Her breasts hung towards a mostly flat stomach, a little pouch of pudge poking out due to her current mostly-sedentary lifestyle. Her most private of areas was covered by the same white panties that tried to cover her butt, but it was clear that she kept this area as well groomed as the rest of her body.
This dark haired girl clicked her phone screen on and checked the time: it was only noon. There was still more than a third of the day left before she would be able to work. She unlocked her phone with a swipe, and began to browse through the many social media sites she was a member of. Nothing interesting was happening. Nothing ever was. Ever since a certain virus plagued the country, everything was on lock down. Scrolling through her personal messages, she sighed; there was nothing for her. No offers to promote a product, no job opportunities, no messages from directors - legitimate or not. This quarantine had put her life on lockdown.
She opened up her email, which was unsurprisingly as empty as the rest of her inboxes. Her emails to different studio directors had gone unanswered, each message very clearly stating that she was readily available for any work. Only one already-read email stood out from the rest. A studio director, one she had worked for before, had sent her a polite declination. She didn't understand why she couldn't find any work outside of her own self-employment. Scenes were being shot - she knew because she had friends who were still working!
Her self-employment that she referred to was camming. She was no stranger to it, no one in the industry was. Every girl, from those just starting to the hardcore veterans had all done webcam shows, and many still were. That was the problem. Everyone and their mother was getting into the online sex work industry. It was becoming oversaturated. Articles had popped up everywhere, all of them stating that the camgirl industry had blown up more than ever in the time of lockdowns and state-imposed quarantines. There was even one article where a girl talked about how the demand was almost too-high; she couldn't be expected to masturbate for 12 hours a day. But this experience was rare, and only the most followed camgirls seemed to have this problem.
But girls like her, who only cammed on the side and had most of their income from actual hardcore scenes, were left out in the rain. She had an account where she sold nudes and exclusive videos, but so did every other girl in the world it seemed like. That market was even more saturated, with most of its top users being girl's who were popular on social media, or the rare random success story like the girl who made it to the 1% of users after a video of her acting like a dog went viral. And she wasn't either of these. Her income was split between these two sources, and neither were very lucrative. The fish just weren't biting.
Living near the porn capital of the world wasn't cheap. Her rent was insanely high for the small apartment she lived in, much higher than she had been used to having grown up in the midwest. Money was tight even before the state shut everything down, and now that her main source of income was all but diminished it was even more of an issue. Streaming and selling nudes just wasn't cutting it; she would have to get a regular day job at this rate. And that could be its own challenge. Not only were most normal jobs not hiring, but any that did a background check would more than likely learn of her more lurid past. Given her current line of work, she didn't even know if she could manage to hold down something like a retail or waitressing job.
She opened up another social media app and began to mindlessly scroll through the pictures that filled her feed. It was an odd mix of friends she had made in her current profession, and people she had grown up with. One picture caught her attention in particular though. A friend of hers in the porn industry, a fellow starlet who was much more popular than she was, she'd begrudgingly admit, had posted a picture of herself in an all-too-familiar studio. The picture was from this morning, and hadn't been tagged with any kind of throwback tag or anything of the sort. That bitch had worked today! And in the studio she had received an actual rejection email back from. Fuming, she read the caption on the picture, and noticed the same director who had emailed her was tagged as well! What the fuck!
Thoughts raced through her head. She knew this other girl was more popular than herself, although she was no slouch in the fan department herself. Why wasn't she getting work? She had made it clear to every studio in the area that she was ready and willing! She would have even sent messages to the few other studios that primarily operated out of state if flights hadn't been locked down so much. As the half-naked girl continued to fume in anger, the wheels in her head began to turn. A plan was forming.
