All characters are over the age of 18. The characters and events present are created from my own overactive imagination. Any resemblance to people real or imaginary is possible but not intentional.
This is a workplace story but these last years, the idea of a workplace has changed. The time for working from home has come and sex workers are doing a lot of that. I've been looking for a way to do a story on online sex work for a few years now but never found the right approach. I hope this is it. That said, remember that fiction does not represent reality so be kind to sex workers! I look forward to seeing your comments.
I hope you rate this highly and favourite it. I may write a sequel if there is interest.
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Jocelyn squirmed in her seat and straightened her legs. A groan escaped her lips, the sigh of someone who had finally achieved the goal they had been after for the last few hours. She wiped beads of sweat off or her forehead and then let her limbs go limp, supported only by her leather gaming chair's armrests.
She released another sigh, accompanied by a "woo!" celebrating her hard won victory.
"Well with that, I think I will end the stream there. Sorry it's a bit abrupt but that boss really took it out of me. We've been at him too long! How long has it been?" Her eyes flicked over to the time, "Two hours! On one org- boss. That's so long." She hurriedly continued, laughing.
She quickly saw messages fly past the right side of her screen. Some voiced their support, cheering her on for her success against this game's tough enemy, others joked around, jeering at her performance. She was very good at a certain number of games but the one she was playing currently was not among that list.
"It was a really fun stream though. I enjoyed it."
She didn't afford herself the excuse that it was a difficult game for everyone, she'd seen people beat it with the tightest of self-imposed constraints. It was possible to become so good at this difficult game that you had to add your own challenges. She was nowhere near that level, struggling even on the default setting.
That said...
Jocelyn flicked her eyes downward, to gaze at what the camera recording her could not see, to look at the sight none of her viewers could see. She moved her legs around on her chair, a thin sheen of liquid being carried by her bare thighs across the material.
Jocelyn watched her damp legs move, as fluid flowed onto her drenched chair. A thin pink antenna peeked out from between her legs, its light blinking.
It might not be a difficulty setting the game had built-in but in some ways, Jocelyn had added some self-imposed challenges.
A private message popped up in the corner on the screen.
[Well that was fun. :P]
Jocelyn grinned at the camera, for all of them to see.
"Well thank you all for coming! Thank you for your donations, I'll read the messages in another stream soon. I'll see you all soon, check my social media for my schedule, byyeeeeee!"
And with that, her camera and microphone no longer recorded for her streaming platform and she was replaced with an animation representing her. She let herself breath.
Once more, it was a private stream.
"Wow. That was
so
good." She exclaimed.
[It must have been. You only bite your lip like that when it's intense. If only I could let people know that biting your lip is your tell.]
She grinned. A fun idea to be sure, but if he did, she would be ruined. She'd barely survived the last few hours without ruining her career. But what fun hours they had been...
She said her goodbyes to her last loyal viewer. The one who had been watching her for longer than anyone today. He knew she needed a rest so he didn't protest her abrupt ending.
With a tap, she was finally on her own.
Her eyes flicked over to another program.
Jocelyn clicked a button, and stopped a recording. The program jumped into action, saving the content into a large file. A file that then opened for Jocelyn's viewing pleasure.
Time to review the footage.
***
Three hours earlier.
"Well thank you all for coming!" She cheered.
It was a familiar routine.
"I'm going to go get tidied up. Remember to follow me on here and on social media. Links are..." Her hands moved around in an awkward circle together before she pointed upwards, aiming them towards her clickable links. "...up here."
Her fingers moved again, her eyes following the mirror version of her on the screen.
"And my wishlist is down here if you want to pick me up something nice."
She smiled cutely at her viewers but in truth there was little energy behind her words unlike usual. To put it bluntly, her stream had been exhausting and not very profitable. The worst kind. For her video game streams this wasn't something too unusual. She was popular but not massively so. This however, was not one of her gaming streams.
Jocelyn worked as a video game streamer, and as a camgirl, a sex worker. She was someone who chatted with people online and on one website she played video games for them, and on the other she did sexual acts. Both earnt her the money she needed to live and study, although the latter website had a possibility to be far more lucrative. Sometimes at least.
She was a hard worker, both during her streaming and her studying. Weekdays consisted of a few hours of lectures, seminars and studying in the library, followed by recording, streaming, or yet more studying. A difficult and delicate balance.
Weekends were a break from attending lectures but they were no time to relax. They were still days dedicated to reading for the next week's lectures and writing essays, with more streaming or video recording. Put simply, she was extremely busy.
Which is why today's stream was so frustrating.
If she didn't earn much money then so be it. Being a camgirl could be unreliable at times. Some days you earnt enough to last a whole month or more, other times you'd need to be planning how to boost your earnings the following stream before you'd even finished the current one. Still, on those kinds of days the reason there was little income was usually because there was little activity. Sometimes it was just a quiet day but that also meant it was not particularly tiring.
If she didn't earn much but it wasn't tiring, then no worries. It was wasted time but that was the cam girl's gamble. If she was physically and mentally drained but satisfied both with the money she had earnt and the fun she'd had then that was a great day. And make no mistake it was an entertaining job. On it's good days it treated her better than any customer service job she'd even worked on and it afforded her far greater freedom than anything she'd done.
Her other source of revenue complimented this dynamic even further.
She had been a little late to the trend but the rise in popularity of sexually oriented monthly subscription services was one of the major changes to the world this year. Posting sexual videos for viewers to watch if they paid a monthly subscription was like camming but less tiring and far more consistent. She could still interact with her viewers and arouse them but everyone there was already interested in paying. Moreover, whereas her earnings for camming were centred around doing specific things that her viewers purchased off a menu, the monthly subscriptions meant that she could approach work in a more controlled manner.
As long as she set aside the initial time to plan, create, and market consistent and regular video uploads, her account would make money on its own without her needing to be there every second like was necessary for live streaming. Both her satisfaction in her own work and her earnings were rising. Things were looking up and her earnings that had been dropping on her cam site were rising on her subscription site.
Streams like today's made Jocelyn consider quitting camming altogether with one last stream as a final hurrah before focusing on her subscription based platform. If she earned a lot but was tired, great. If she earned little but wasn't tired, no problem. If, like today, she was utterly exhausted and had barely earned enough to pay for a meal, then there was a problem.
The sheen of sweat on her body from the effort of attempting to earn a meagre amount of tokens let her know that this was unsustainable. It was probably time for her to relocate her efforts.
To top it all off, she hadn't even orgasmed once. Camming was a job so she couldn't treat it as all play and no work, but if one of the perks of a job is getting to cum while doing it and you're not cumming, what is the point? It was no different to streaming video games and at least then she could enjoying playing the games.