As soon as I heard the front door shut I switched the computer on. It was the same routine every day. I would get up with my wife, make her breakfast while she got ready for work, kissed her goodbye and then settled down in front of the computer chatting to numerous women until she came home. The only reason she was the only one of us that went to work was because of a car crash I had been in a couple of months earlier.
The crash had left me with a broken arm, numerous cuts and bruises and whiplash, which made doing my job as a motorbike courier impossible. At first when I was off work I used to sit watch mind-numbingly boring daytime TV shows but soon found that there was a lot more fun to be had on the internet. It had all started off innocently enough, I would log into chat rooms and spend the day just chatting with anyone that I could, but one day I clicked the wrong button.
That day I accidently logged into an adult chat site that was being advertised on the page I was viewing. What happened was as I was busy chatting I went to change the page and, as I went to click the mouse, there was a loud banging at the door. The banging caused me to jump and I clicked the mouse without realizing where, on the page the cursor was, and got up to answer the door. It was only the postman with a package, my wife's birthday present, that I had been waiting for. I ran the parcel upstairs, opened it to make sure it was what I had ordered, wrapped it and went back to my computer.
When I glanced at the screen instead of the page I was expecting there was an attractive blonde, in the skimpiest set of red lace underwear I had ever seen, staring back at me. I know I should have shut the screen down instantly but, having never been on a site like this, my curiosity got the better of me and I just stared at the screen.
I knew sites like this existed but I was happy with Tamara, my wife, that they had never bothered me. Yet here I was all alone in the house and a gorgeous, virtually naked girl, was staring at me.
I looked at the page and saw a box, where you could type what you wanted to say, and started to write not knowing if she could actually see what I was putting or if you had to be a member.
"Hi how are you?" Was all I put, and waited to see if anything happened.
"I'm good thanks, how are you?" Flashed underneath my words.
I let go of the mouse and sat back, she could read anything I put, unsure whether to type anything else or see if she did first.
"What would you like me to do for you?" She asked.
I sat and stared at her question, stunned. Normally when I was in a chat room there were no images, without a webcam turned on, only words. Here whatever I told her to do I would be able to see. Still not quite believing what I was seeing I started to type again.
"Run your fingers through your hair for me."
I stared at the screen and watched and, a few seconds later, she slowly brushed through her hair with immaculately manicured nails. Seeing her actually do it totally freaked me out and I clicked the internet closed. I got up and went to get a coffee and while I was making it I wondered how much damage could be caused just by talking to someone. Deciding that, technically, wouldn't be cheating I went back and logged the page on again.
This time, instead of the gorgeous blonde, a woman with jet black hair appeared on the screen. She was dressed in similar clothes to the other woman, only white not red, and I started to type again.
"Hi Beautiful." I said and waited.
"Hello to you handsome." Came the response.
I was shocked by her answer as I knew there would be no way she could see me and assumed that she answered the same to every male that spoke to her.
"How are you doing?" I asked unsure if I should try to go any further.
"I'm great thanks what would you like to see?" She asked.
"Can you show me your tits?" I asked risking it.
"I will if you go private." She responded.
I looked at the screen and soon found the button that I needed to click to go private, and clicked on it.
SORRY THIS IS ONLY FOR FULL MEMBERS JOIN NOW FOR UNLIMITED ACCESS
flashed up on the screen.
"Fuck." I said out aloud.
I quickly returned to the site's homepage and looked how to sign up. All they needed was an e-mail address, screen name and thirty pounds a month. Not even thinking about it straight I took my credit card out of my wallet and started to sign-up, only stopping when it came to giving myself a screen name. How was I supposed to know what to call myself? I had never needed to do this before, always just using an abbreviation of my name, but this needed to be something a bit catchier than Rob. I sat and stared at the screen before eventually settling on Hades, the Greek god of the underworld. That was only because I had just watched a documentary about him and it was the only thing I could think of. Besides I wasn't going to sign up for more than a month and I wouldn't probably even use it that much.