You catch your girlfriend in the middle of a circle jerk making a bukakke film; what do you do? You yell, 'what the fuck?' before pushing some guy, charging at you, into a flimsy set. Then you leave The San Fernando Valley before you kill the love of your life. At least that's how it went down between me and Lexi.
Lexi is a cosplay girl who does some cheesecake modeling on the side. With long wild chestnut hair, big boobs, big brown eyes and a bodacious ass, she makes good money. When we decided to move in together, she confessed that she did webcam shows. I didn't care. I love her so much. I became her prop in her web cast sex shows, but it all came to a halt when I left.
It's been five weeks since I walked out on her to stay with my former roommates, Chris and Tanner, where I made their couch my home. Tonight, like most, I worked out my frustrations at the gym but I still can't get Lexi off of my mind. I let the weights drop and unclipped my weight lifting belt, heading for the showers before returning to Chris and Tanner's flophouse. It was dark when I left the gym but I recognized the curvy figure standing beyond the lit walkway on the way to the parking lot.
"Hey," I said, walking towards her.
"Hey," Lexi replied. "I'm glad to see you're still going to the gym."
"Yeah. What do you want?"
"We never talked about things," she said. "I'm sorry."
"Bukakke? Really, Lex?"
"I know."
We went silent, shifting from foot to foot as we both looked to the ground.
She said, "I miss you."
She leaned in to kiss me.
"No, don't," I said, rearing away.
"Please come home. I'm sorry. I knew you'd be pissed if you found out but they paid me a thousand dollars for that one scene, baby. Nothing else happened. I didn't have any sex with any of them. I swear on my mother's life. I love you, Ryan. I want you to come home. I want what we had back. I swear, no more secrets, no lies. We'll make all decisions together. Please just come home."
I'm such a sucker for this woman. I returned home the next night after work, stepping into our empty apartment for the first time in five weeks. Lexi left a message. She was at the grocery store and that would be home soon to cook dinner. Also, we have a show at seven.
I walked into our bedroom. It was cleaner than it's ever been. The top of her dresser, usually cluttered with Lexi's make-up and wigs, was clean and organized. I shoved my clothes into the dresser before walking into our unusually tidy studio.
The 'studio' is a spare bedroom of our two bedroom apartment which serves as our 'set' as well as storage. Equipped with lights, a webcam, a laptop and a TV monitor, all aimed at the queen size bed, it was a working webcasting studio set up to be operated from the bed. Sometime it's staged to look like a sorority room but tonight, Lexi had staged it in neutral tones like that of an everyday middle class couple.
Curious about what she had been up to while I was gone, I fired up the computer and logged onto our hosting site, then to our profile: LEXI and FINN. We had set up three inboxes; Lexi's original account, our joint account, and after I accrued some fans, she set up Finn's account. There were a number of old messages in my account that were read while I was gone so I clicked on them.
'Where's Finn?'
'i love you where r u?'
'Is Finn coming back?'
The love from fans made me smile. Most of the subscribers are men who just want to see Lexi, but I have a strong following. One even threatened to unsubscribe if I don't return. Sales had taken a dip in the last few weeks. She had done the same number of shows but viewership was down. I read her outgoing mail. Nothing incriminating there but she sent out a newsletter message to our subscribers announcing my return days before she approached me at the gym. A dark reality set into. Did she really miss me or does she want me back because our break-up put a dent in her income? Even if I ask her, she won't answer truthfully. I sat there on the bed fuming, my mind firmly back within the realm of revenge. We have a show tonight. Maybe punishing her will soften me into a forgiving mood. Maybe claiming her pussy as mine on camera will help get over her deceit and erase the image of her face covered in cum. Perhaps some humiliation will turn her off to her web cam shows forever. I took out my phone and dialed Tanner as I worked on establishing a subscription account on-line. I'm buying a premium package so that their username will have priority and jump to the top of the queue. Tanner answered his phone.
"Hey man," he said. "What's going on?"
"Hey. What are you doing tonight?"
"Gaming. Why?"
"I need a favor."
"What, man?"
"You always wanted to see Lex naked. Well tonight's your lucky night. I'm going to message you your user name and password and a list of stuff that you're going to request to see. Lexi's got a web cam show tonight and it's going to get rough."