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Mikaela worked at a corner store just down the road of her apartment complex. Her everyday life was pretty boring, she usually worked the register since she had better social skills than any of her coworkers. Plus, she was almost always on the clock. Her manager, Ray, said ‘It’s always nice for the customers to see a familiar face!’ But Mikaela was pretty sure he was fucking her brother, so one day she’d use that against him.
Mikaela never really struggled. She always had confidence, always knew she was hot. And the constant flirting between her and her customers didn’t do much to soothe her ego. She knew her looks would be useful later in life.
She also never had work friends. Until Frankie came into the picture. Frankie understood her, actually listened to her. Although, they never hung out outside of the corner store. Frankie was her inspiration, Mikaela practically idolized her.
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Frankie lives far from her work. She works in a little corner store, just south of Cornelia Street. It takes her around 20 minutes to get to work everyday, she doesn’t mind. She spends most of her time on the clock taking smoke breaks and cleaning, she’s never been one to customer service.
Frankie had lived her life as both the predator and the prey, from bullying in elementary, to being bullied in middle school, and nobody giving a fuck in high school. She never lost her spark though. It didn’t help she was a raging lesbian who loved nothing more in the world than pussy. She was very vocal about her sex life, but her friends didn’t mind.
One friend stood out to her. Mikaela Jane Way. (The disturbing part is, Mikaela never told Frankie her full name.) Frankie was constantly glancing at Mikaela, trying to figure out what she was hiding under her skin. (Or under her clothes would be cool, too.) Sure, Frankie was a bit of a stalker. But she did this with everyone she met. It was kind of like a beginning ritual to become her friend. But Frankie really began to have a ball when she discovered Mikaela had a second job in secret.
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Mikaela had just ended her shift. She was pissed, with the rude customers, and her only work friend, Frankie, calling out sick that day. She had a bad day. But it’d all be worth it once she made more money.
She never talked about her second job. Not to her friends, her family, not even online. Not to anybody but her own donors. She was a cam girl. It wasn’t something she was proud of, but it was the best paying thing she could actually do. She had listed her streams and other content as women only. Sure, she liked guys just as much (if not a little less) as girls, but the thought of a guy watching her be sexual isn’t very appealing. Plus, there were little to no unsolicited pictures in her private messages.
This past week had been a goldmine for her. Her classic regulars were even shocked by the things this one user was saying, shocked by the amount they were donating.
PunkNoOcean.
Mikaela didn’t question it, obviously nobody used their real name when donating a thousand dollars to some porn whore. But they were vulgar about it.
So when Mikaela got home, that was who she had on her mind. She threw her keys on the little antique table she had beside her door, kicked off her sneakers after struggling to untie them, and practically stripped at the door. She headed for the bathroom, the thin sheen of sweat from the stress she endured at work still lingering on her forehead.
She took down her hair and stepped into the shower, twisting the knob to a scalding temperature. But that was how she liked it, hot. She sighed softly at the feeling of the hot water running down her body. She ran her fingers through her shaggy, heavily layered wolf cut. Her hands trailed down her body and reached the peak of her perky C cups. She let out a hitched breath as she kneaded her mauve toned nipples in her fingers.
Yesterday’s stream had been tough, her viewers didn’t let her finish. They teased her, edged her, ordered her around.
And she loved it.
Even the slightest touch could be enough to make her unravel. Her hands ghosted down to simply graze her clit. But it was almost too much. She was already soaked, throbbing with need at the thought of what’s to come. So she just hurried the fuck up and finished her shower.
As she stepped out she grabbed a soft towel off the rack, blow drying her hair. Once she was satisfied, she left the bathroom and headed straight for the bedroom. She kneeled before her dresser and dug in her lingerie drawer. She grabbed a black fabric out to examine it.
Perfect.
She wore a sheer black lace bodysuit that hugs her shape, with structured cups and delicate detailing along the edges. The garter straps trail down to her thigh-high nylon stockings. Over it, she draped a flowy, translucent black robe with wide lace sleeves that fall dramatically around her arms.
With that, she made her bed, the wine red silk sheets a perfect color combo. She turned on the fairy lights she wrapped around her bedframe, shut her curtains, and turned off the main light. She flipped open her laptop and logged in, starting her stream and seeing dozens of familiar handles.
GuiltyAsSin: Waited for this all day, baby.
KinkIzKarma: Such a sultry look, already wet, darling.
CherryBomb: Give us it all tonight.
Mikaela smiled slyly as she adjusted the angle lower to show her body. She ran a hand down seductively.
“Like what you’re seeing, ladies?”
She spread her legs in a kneeling position and planted her hand in between them on the bed. Her eyes flashed for a second when she saw it, the name.
PunkNoOcean: Careful now. Not too much.
Mikaela whimpered softly. “Really, you’re gonna tease me again?” She kept spread for the camera, but put her hand behind her back and arched slightly.
PunkNoOcean: Slide it to the side, and start slow.
Mikaela always had a soft spot for demanding praise and orders. So she easily obliged. She slid the sheer crotch area of her bodysuit to the side, and trailed her hand down teasing herself. She positioned her two middle fingers straight, and started rubbing slow agonizingly teasing circles on her clit. A quiet squeak came out of her mouth as she quickly arched into the touch. She never lasted long. She sped up slightly, grinding into her own hand.
PunkNoOcean: I want to watch you finger yourself. Make pretty little noises for me.
Mikaela nodded in obedience. She slid one finger inside of her and threw her head back in a satisfied groan. She slowly pumped it inside and out before adding her second finger. She curled her fingers deep, letting out a strangled moan. She scissored her fingers, stretching herself for the camera. She quickly sped up her pace, arching her back as her palm rubbed against her clit relentlessly. She gripped the sheets next to her.
“Ngh~ Close.. So close now..”
And with that warning, her eyes flashed back down to the screen. She felt that warm heat growing in her lower abdomen. She felt her thighs trembling and clamping on her wrist. She was so close, she was so close she could fucking taste it. That sweet release she had been needing for so long, her stress relief, it would all finally happ-
Da-Ding!
The donation sound.
PunkNoOcean: Stop. That’s enough tonight.
Mikaela whined, so badly wanting to keep going. But she obeyed. She hesitantly dragged her hand away with a strangled cry. She leaned forward and shut her laptop. Collapsing onto her bed in sexual frustration and crawled under her blanket.
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She walked into work that next day, visibly frustrated. She spotted Frankie zoning and stocking the shelves. She walked past her and straight to the alcohol section, grabbing a bottle and ringing it up at the register, sliding it into her bag. “What’s got your panties in a twist, princess?” Frankie commented snarkily. Mikaela had no energy for it, no mood to deal with crazy ass Frankie. But she glanced up, seeing Frankie had moved to lean over the register. Frankie raised an eyebrow at her expression. Mikaela just gazed over her face. She had quite soft features, beady hazel eyes, a side-swept feminine mullet that was spiky at the layers, a blonde undercut in the shape of a spiderweb, smudged eyeliner on her waterline, red eyeshadow everywhere but where it should be, and sharp winged eyeliner to tie it all together.
“Earth to Mickey? What’s got you fucked up? Do i need to beat someone’s ass?” Frankie grinned mischievously. Mikaela sighed and walked out from behind the register. “Nothing, I just need a bathroom break.” As she walked away she could feel eyes watching her form from behind.
She began to pace before sitting down on the closed toilet seat. She ran a hand through her hair, there’s no reason for her to be this pent up from last night.
Once she was in the bathroom for around 5 minutes, her phone pinged.
New message from PunkNoOcean:
“u sure ur okay..? seemed quite tense at the register.”
Her eyes widened. It’s Frankie. PunkNoOcean is fucking Frankie. She shoved her phone in her pocket and ran out the bathroom to get back to work. Frankie watched her smugly.
“Mm, you’re okay, princess, trust me.” Mikaela’s head snapped up and rolled her eyes playfully. “Frankie, can I just ask, how long..?” She scratched her head. “Whatever do you mean?” Frankie teased. “How long have you been watching me?”
“Around a month.”
A fucking month. A month Frankie had been watching her come apart. Mikaela clenched her thighs and walked over to the front door of the store, and locked it. She grabbed Frankie’s collar and dragged her toward the back room.
“Easy now, don’t wanna be too tough on me, do you?” Mikaela sighed and leaned against the cold metal shelf. Before she could say a word, Frankie grabbed her waist and pinned her against the shelves, assaulting her mouth with her tongue. Mikaela let out a pent up whimper. This, is what she’s been needing for so long. Frankie kicked up her leg and pressed her knee in between Mikaela’s legs. She let out a whimper.
“Go ahead, take what you need from me. You deserve it for how good you’ve been for me, for how tense you’ve been all because of me.”
Mikaela almost sobbed on the spot from overwhelming feelings. She began to grind against Frankie’s knee, leaning her head back. She looked down at Frankie and Frankie’s hand, her gaze flickering between the two. She gently grabbed Frankie’s hand and directed it against her throat. Frankie smirked slyly, clamping her hand around Mikaela’s throat, tight enough to add pressure but not cut her airway. And with that Mikaela ground down harder. She let out strangled whines at the rough friction of denim on denim. And it was all under Frankie’s gaze. She looked down at Frankie.
“Can— Can I please..” Mikaela almost begged, pleading as she continued to grind against Frankie’s leg like it was her own pillow. “Use your words. Properly.” Mikaela whined in response. “Please. Frankie, please can I cum..?~” Frankie simply nodded. Mikaela never stood a chance. She moaned and threw her head back pathetically, grinding like her life depended on it. Then she felt it, the tingling in her thighs, the trembling, the warmth around Frankie’s leg. And then she felt the wetness in her panties, the shocks shooting through her entire body as she writhed against Frankie’s grip. She came. She felt used, in all the right ways.
Frankie let go of her and put her leg down. She placed a soft kiss to her forehead, and moved to nip at her earlobe before whispering, “I have sweats in my bag.” She caressed her jaw and Mikaela whined.
“You streaming tonight?”