***All characters depicted herein are of age, 18 years old at least, and all activity portrayed is consensual. Enjoy!***
Frankie is a hot, 19 year old, young woman, and she knows it. All throughout college, she was flirty and promiscuous with everyone she wanted, and who she wanted would change on a whim. Her burgeoning sexual appetite was growing exponentially, and never satisfied by any one guy, nor any of her girl friends whom she would be very hands on with, especially during times she knew she could be seen doing so, be it at college or out in public.
Frankie craves attention, but she doesn't seek it out for shallow fame or recognition, but rather she wants to fulfil her sexual desires and be seen by as many people as possible. She relishes the idea of people watching her get frisky and playful with people whilst they brand her a slut and a whore, because she is, and she owns it. Therefore, she holds all the power that comes with that attention, and she works with it to get exactly what she wants.
For Frankie, there can be no greater satisfaction as a horny young woman looking for work, and hoping to make shit tons of money for doing what she loves as her own boss, than being a cam model. The internet is full of such sites, and hot women are always in demand.
Ever since she learned of internet porn, Frankie has been scouring the internet daily and frequenting some such sights to lurk in the chat rooms of those she fancied; her role models in sexuality and entrepreneurial empowerment as independent broadcasters. The studio broadcasters usually bored her as they don't usually chat or engage as much with chat, especially considering they are flooded with hundreds, if not thousands, of horny voyeurs at any moment, most of whom are light in the wallet as awkward silences of hotness ensue.
No, what interests Frankie about her favourite cam models are those who can fill the dead air by talking about anything that comes to mind, of relevance to a current topic or not just to keep things fresh and engaging in chat with as many people as possible; because, these are horny people watching, not just numbers on a counter, and these people have desires and are willing to pay more than they think they're willing to part with if they feel valued by the performers. The performers are there to perform for the viewers, but, they too are people who have desires, not just pretty things to look at, and many independent broadcasters do it because they actually want to.
Frankie would love to tip for shows from her favourite models, but she is constantly between jobs for various... reasons that affect her productivity and those around her. Why did her parents have to make such a horny, hormonal, hot mess who can't help but scratch the itch at every urge?
So, broke, living at home, and wanting to make a success of herself at something. Frankie sits on her bed, in a crop top, bra, and panties, with her phone in hand, scrolling down a cam site, getting aroused at the passing previews of all the models on screen, and, she hits the bottom of the web page. She just sits there, vacant, staring seemingly into space, until she focuses her eyes on three words: become, a, model.
Frankie's heart races as dirty thoughts cloud her mind, asking questions like: should I do it?, what if mom or dad walks in and catches me?, what if Craig walks in and catches me?, the freak!, what if they see me on here?, can I really do this?
Frankie dwells on these thoughts for a few moments, and she gets hornier thinking about what could happen. The feeling of getting caught would be so indescribably hot. So, Frankie clicks the link and signs up for an account.
The website is called Wankie Talkie, and it's a place for real people to get together on cam and masturbate together, with tokens, and tip menus, and teledildonic functionality, and private shows. Everything for the voyeur and exhibitionist in one neat package.
Frankie creates her account and snaps a selfie for a profile picture, and everything, and, she's ready. She sees the tab that says, "Broadcast yourself," and she decides to log out of her phone and get her laptop from under the bed to use the camera and microphone built in. She signs in, and she clicks the link, and, she is told that she needs to verify her identity to be able to cash out tokens, so, she scrambles for her credentials and she fills the form and submits it.
Verification can take a while to be checked and confirmed, but, Frankie is sat there, horny, curious, and she's not to bothered about making money in this moment. How much of a following can she get on her debut? She can broadcast right now and still get tipped. She just can't cash out. So, she clicks, "Begin broadcast," and she's live.
Frankie is sat on her knees in front of her camera, looking adorable, and she watches as the chat begins to fill with people saying, "Hi bb."
"Wow!"
"What a cutie?"
"Ass bb."
Nervous about speaking into the microphone in case others in the house here her, she types a response in chat, "Hi everyone," and almost immediately it scrolls up the screen and out of sight with the amount of messages coming in.
Typing is not going to work, so, in her best soft-spoken voice, she says as quietly but audibly as possible, "Hi everyone."
Instantaneously, the chat fills with messages like, "I love your accent."
"Oh my god bb."
"Show ass."
"I wanna fuck you so bad right now meet bb pm me."
Frankie spends a few minutes setting up a tip menu for herself, and it isn't long before tips come in for menu items. Finally, people paying for demands instead of the freeloaders. "Show tits," flashes up on her chat in a tip note, and she sits up and slowly peels up her top and drops it next to her, and she rubs her tits in her bra for a moment.
The chat goes crazy like, "Beautiful."
"I love you bb."
"Sexy body bb."
