Part One: Ginger_Stormm
The mid-winter sun was starting to dim as Nicole settled into her comfortable chair in her flat and powered up the computer. A notification flashed up on her screen: "Live Stream Commencing."
She was going to work. But unlike the drab, brown business suits worn by the office workers in this eastern European city, Nicole chose allure for her workplace attire. Today, it was a tight-fitting blue dress that left just enough to the imagination. Her outfit accentuated her sleek curves and would certainly have turned all the heads if she wore it to the dance club. But today, the heads that were turning for her were in Seoul and New York and Barcelona and maybe dozens of other places.
Nicole's virtual job wasn't typical. She was a performer on an adult streaming service.
An outside observer might have imagined the opportunity to earn some money while performing in front of a camera was not a difficult gig, but Nicole worked hard for her pay and kept her audience enticed while playfully teasing them with her routine. She was constantly engaging her fans, finding creative ways to make them feel welcome in her virtual space. The money wasn't bad (on the good days). She also liked the attention she received from her audience. It turned her on to know men were turned on by her.
Although somewhat shy, Nicole knew she had appealing attributes. She had a natural beauty: She'd been told that many times. Her porcelain skin was flawless. Her lips were luscious and inviting, and her figure was stunning. Yet it was her bewitching eyes that often drove men and women into a frenzy. Deep blue pools of affection that were oh so sensuous - encouraging those with the courage to do so, to enter her domain. If he were around today, the author, Dostoyevsky could have written epics about her beauty.
Nicole was known as Ginger_Stormm to her virtual audience, an apt nom de plume for a chestnut-haired beauty. The name also brought to mind a tempest that might sweep men off their feet and into the abyss if they weren't careful.
As the first few weeks went by, she became more comfortable with the idea of performing in front of the camera, particularly in private showings. She would strategically remove articles of clothing, dance and seduce her anonymous audience. She would put on a show that would get the hearts of her viewers racing. Sometimes it was with a glass of water dribbled down a white top to reveal her beautiful breasts and cold, excited nipples that were yearning to be warmed by a soft kiss. Other times she would flash her perfectly-shaped bum and then give herself a spanking to the delight of those watching. She would imagine the reaction of men watching her, wanting to be with her, getting hard for her, exploding in desire for her. She liked it. She embraced the thought of being lusted after by anonymous viewers who could be anywhere in the world but were choosing to watch her erotic performance in real-time.
Nicole's specialty was building men's appetites through simple, but oh-so-effective seductions. Her smile was mesmerizing and she would sometimes focus the camera close-up on her glossy, full lips and then slowly roll her thumb across them in a teasing, sexy motion that would melt the defences and intensify the desires of any who watched her. If they could, her admirers would come crashing through their computer screens to embrace those lips, meet her tongue with theirs in an explosion of sensation. But unfortunately for them, the virtual world would not allow such closeness. In this world, it was 'watch', but not 'touch' (or so Nicole thought).
Nicole knew exactly how much to reveal to encourage her audience to come back for more.
On the downside, sometimes her seven-hour shifts, a few days a week, ended up being a little less erotic and a little more mundane than she initially imagined -- her performances were truncated by periods of boredom. Other times, her audience took too many liberties or even spoke cruelly. Login names like BigCock666 or PussyDude would pop up on her screen and demand she perform certain activities that seemed less about eroticism and more about control. Sometimes she obliged. Most of the time she did not. She had guidelines and limits and knew she needed to control her own story. Men were playing her game, not the other way around.
On many days Nicole's audience numbered several hundred. Her online fans consisted of a combination of young horny teenagers, who would watch but often didn't have enough money to tip, or maybe older, lonely men who might tip well, but felt they were entitled to say and demand anything they wanted.
Then one morning, a new name popped up: "Rasputin has tipped you 50 tokens" came the notification on her screen.
Nicole cutely typed 'thanky' to her new supporter as she blew him a kiss. He began messaging how much he enjoyed her show and how lovely she appeared.
Rasputin? The name seemed familiar. Nicole remembered her history class: That libidinous Russian monk and mystic who so riled up the population and helped precipitate the October Revolution.
Over the next several days Rasputin would pop into Nicole's live stream and they'd chat. His presence and attention to her were enchanting and she became curious about this mysterious figure, who seemed so drawn to her.
