The room echoed with the sound of her hand furiously rubbing across her glistening pussy.

 

"I'm cumming! Oh yes! Oh yes!"

 

Sarah was screaming but her mind was elsewhere. On the other side of the room, her computer was showing a guy in a gaming chair masturbating. Sarah could tell he was about to cum by the way his eyes were closed and how he was not looking at her anymore, even though he had spent around a hundred bucks to have this one-on-one sexcam session with her: the petite, fit, busty girl of his dreams.

 

"Cum for me, cum for me big boy!", she encouraged him. It was almost 4PM and she had an appointment -a real life appointment- just after him. She was thinking about how little time she'd have to clean up and how it would be great if he could *please* finally cum.

 

"Spurt that load for me oh yes, yes! Let's cum together baby!", she said, her voice a bit more robotic and less sexy than she would have wanted.

Her hand moved faster across her flesh, making the squishy sound of the lube on her sex as loud as she could to entice him. Shlick-shlick-shlick-shlick.... until, finally, the guy came with a grunt. She joined him with a high pitched scream and fake convulsions of pleasure.

 

Tears in her voice, carefully crafted from years of practice teasing men, she concluded the call: "Ooooh that was so good baby, I can't take it anymore, I love doing that with you!!! That was so good..." A sob here. A hint of sadness in her voice. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The guy looked confused, touched, a bit worried as they always do, and she stopped the stream.

 

Immediately, her tears stopped and she began to clean up. As she was walking to the bathroom, she heard a "ting", signaling the guy certainly had sent her even another tip. Sucker.

 

The shower was an opportunity to reset. The water dripped on her petite, toned brunette body, clinging for a second on her hard, firm breasts implants, trying to wash away Sarah the camgirl, the sex object, the male fantasy. But it's been almost two years since she became a cam girl and she felt she could never go back to the innocent girl she once was. She was permanently marked with a handful of tattoos on the first months of working: a hearth shape there, small thorns on the ankle, a thin tramp stamp during the brief time it became popular again... then came the lips filler and, a few months ago, the implants. The fake tits had been a good investment: she gained in popularity fast after getting them. They were almost already paid off.

She snapped out of her thoughts. Less then 10 minutes remained before she had to met a potential tenant for her free room.

 

The intercom suddenly buzzed. The girl was early.

 

"Yes, yes, coming!", Sarah screamed back to no one (the visitor being at the door, 4 floors below). She got out of the shower, barely taking time to dry herself and went to press the button to open the building entrance.

 

On the other end of the intercom, the female applicant heard her voice crackling: "It's on the fourth floor!"

There, on the first floor, the girl found the voice oddly familiar, as well as the name associated to the directory plate but she couldn't put her finger on it. She was a thin, painfully plain young woman named Lucy. Lucy was the kind of girl not pretty enough to be noticed, but not ugly or weird enough to be bullied. In high school, she managed to find a comfortable spot in Emily's group (the reigning queen bee), and stayed in her shadow year after year. Staying close to Emily had meant silently bearing witness to constant put-downs, petty sabotage, and carefully orchestrated social exclusion of outsiders. She gritted her teeth as she watched Emily making the life of so many girls outside her group miserable but this discomfort and loyalty she had to maintain toward Emily had been a small price to pay to avoid becoming a target herself and get a relative peace of mind. Thanks to that, she managed to keep her grades up and, after two year of preparing the entrance exam, had been accepted in one of the most prestigious business school of the state. A big step up compared to her parents humble background, a path to become the successful businesswoman she envisioned herself to become.

One of the biggest problem was the rent: she had to find a place to stay, preferably near the school, but the prices in the city were maddening. Thankfully, considering her low income background and good school grades has been she managed to get a housing grant that would surely help her get a place to stay.

 

Maybe even right here, she thought, going in the building.

 

Five minutes later she arrived Sarah's door, whose jaw dropped.

 

"...Lucy?! Lucy from Pearson High school?

-Nelle?

-I go by Sarah now. You told me your name was Lucy but I didn't make the connection! How are you?"

 

Lucy was the third person to come inquire about the room. The thin, golden brown, pale girl had been a classmate of Sarah some years before. Both girls never have been very close, not friends by any mean, especially after Lucy's group fueled the rumors about Sarah (called Nelle back then) doing sex work as soon as she turned 18. It was true, she started stripping and doing cam show as soon as she could to help her family, but she never imagined her classmates would find it so soon. Sarah was almost kicked out of high school and had to fucking change her name because of the clique Lucy was in. She was persuaded Lucy was one of the main instigator of the harassment.

 

In a state of shock, Sarah went through the motion, showing her former school bully the apartment and the room she would live in if... if by some improbable turn of events she would rent a room in her apartment to one of her worse enemy. Lucy kept talking, saying how convenient this room would be, how close it was to her business school and how it would be easier since we were friends already.

Friends?! Sarah suddenly realized how Lucy was totally oblivious on how much she HATED her guts.

 

As they went back to the front door Lucy was still talking saying how perfect it was, except the rent was a bit expensive, at almost 1.000 bucks for a single room.

 

Well, duh. Even at this price Sarah got a dozen of applications and she didn't need to rent her room to a lying, backstabbing, goody-two-shoes snake like Lucy. Sarah had to refuse. She smiled at Lucy, grateful for this small opportunity for revenge. Lucy's group had been calling her a slut, a whore, labeling porn as vile and degrading, slutshaming her.

But now, after two years, who was begging who? Who had an apartment in the city center, and who was begging to rent a room in it? Ha! Or... Lucy was starting to talk about how she had a housing grants, a guarantee she would pay on time, more reliable than having a part-time job.

A part-time job. Still smiling at Lucy, a devious idea suddenly popped in Sarah's head.

She could close the door on her face... Tell her "no"... and have a small revenge... or... she could let her in... and... and.... yes... she could picture it now... she just needed to make sure Lucy would move in with her... maybe give her a deal... a deal she couldn't refuse...

 

"Six hundred...", Sarah blurted almost against her will. "...uh ...fifty. Because we're friends." A large fake smile to sell it.

 

Lucy couldn't believe it. It was VERY cheap for the area. She was surprised to see Sarah buying the whole "friend" charade but decided that, after all, why not? Lucy was one of those people thinking highly of themselves, convinced they are always in the good side of stories, the kind that didn't hesitate to twist the past if that could make her look or feel better.

 

"R-really? Wow. Thanks a lot!", she cooed, a bit too fake for her own liking. Still, she went for a hug to seal the deal but was stopped by Sarah.

 

"Wait... You know the kind of job I'm doing, right?"

Lucy pouted.

"Oh. You're still doing...uh... that?

-Yep! I strip two nights a week and also do cam shows in my bedroom. That's ok with you?

-Of..of course. I'm so sorry for how you were treated back then."

 

Lying snake, thought Sarah. She decided to push it a bit more.

 

"You're sure you're ok with that? Many of my friends are sex workers and you'll meet them for sure. You're not against porn, or sex work?

-N-no of course not.

-Really? You weren't involved in that group? I remember something about your parents complaining...

-Yes, I mean, it's my parents. Not me.

-Aw! I'm so happy to hear that! So, you think sex work is a legitimate, respectable, job?", said Sarah, arching an eyebrown.

 

"Uh, I mean, it's not very conventional but I think uh... uh... it's a... perfectly... respectable job."

 

That wasn't Lucy position AT ALL 2 years ago. But, even if Lucy has been part of the group that protested so vehemently against Sarah back then, she hasn't been the leader either (Emily was), so... she was betting she could gaslight her.

 

"I'm glad you say so.", said Sarah, amused by her shameless change of conviction. She decided to see if she could push her even further. "Because I'm often half naked in the house. Also, I would need, sometime, to study porn on the big screen in the common area with my friends. On a purely professional basis. Is it going to be a problem?"

 

WHAT THE FUCK, thought Lucy. What a disgusting slut. But, for a room this cheap in this area, she could live with that.

 

"N-no... I mean... I'll look away, that's all."

 

Sarah giggled.

"Sure! Then it's settled! 650 bucks a month."

 

The two girls hugged.

 

650 a month, thought Sarah. She was sacrificing a lot of money, but she'll make sure to get her money worth.