Part 9:

"All right Lucy, try to speak!"

 

Sarah's energy was infectious. Lucy couldn't deny the amount of effort Sarah invested in her since she said she was willing to try being a cam girl. She had refused to work at the club, didn't want to pose nude anymore, but accepted to try to make money camming under strict conditions.

 

Her room had been transformed. Dominating the space, two softbox lights had been retrieved from storage and aimed directly at her bed, which has been transformed into an intimate stage by hanging dark pink curtains and string light. The result was a decent 3 point lighting setup that perfectly captured Lucy's small frame.

On her computer she kept at hand, she could see her own body lying on the bed, softly illuminated. She was wearing black lingerie that contrasted sharply with her light skin tone, a blonde wig and a half-face masquerade mask. Seeing herself from this strange perspective, and with a small but noticeable lag every time she moved, her brain had a hard time registering that the glamorous webcam model "naughtystudent001" on screen was herself.

 

In front of her, behind the lights, Sarah was connected as a moderator, also watching her through her own laptop.

 

"Uh... hello? Can you hear me?", said Lucy tentatively.

"Yes! Try to introduce yourself, like we practiced ok?"

 

Lucy took a deep breathe. She agreed to try camming like Sarah, but only if she could keep her identity hidden. Hence the mask, the wig and... the voice. It was cringe, but Sarah was right, all performers adopted an on-cam persona, becoming flirtier, with higher energy and different mannerism and speech patterns.

 

"Hiii! Welcome to the stream! I'm so happy to see you!"

 

The pitch and the tone was there, high and cheerful, but something was missing.

 

"Not bad! Use more filler words?"

 

Lucy nodded, remembering how they talked about it earlier. For a faceless creator trying hard to stay anonymous, it was important to act as far as possible from the real her.

 

"Hiiii! Like, welcome to the stream! I'm, like, so happy to see youuuu!"

 

It was too much for Sarah who couldn't repress a laughing fit quickly followed by Lucy's. It was the first time the two women genuinely laughed together, Lucy's first laugh in ages.

But as silly as it was, it was still work. They managed to focus again.

 

"I'm going to start the stream. Are you ready? Not backing up?"

 

Lucy double checked her mask and wig the screen. Sure, she would have preferred avoid doing that but since she was anonymous, it seemed harmless, especially comparing to the nude modeling she did (she felt a pang of shame just thinking about it, why did she do that?! What an idiot). The theme was "casual hangout", a niche category of the website were no sex act were performed. She just had to talk, flirt, and maybe strip during 1-on-1 sessions, but that didn't scare her so much anymore, especially with her face being hidden.

 

"Ready!", she confirmed.

 

A low volume rhythmic beat started playing in the background as the wait began.

This softcore category didn't attract much viewers, unless the girl was especially well endowed or, as it was the case for Lucy, a newcomer.

For a long moment, nothing happened. Lucy waited, lying on her stomach, watching the screen anxiously, moving her feet back and forth in the air along with the music.

 

Finally, someone appeared in the chat. "Guest" followed by a string of numbers.

 

She moved up, kneeling on the bed for attention, the unfamiliar strands of artificial hair teasing her back. She was wearing a bra under her lacy black nightie that gave a bit of curve to her small chest.

 

"Hiii!", she said, heart beating fast. She waited for an answer that never came.

 

A single word from Sarah appeared on screen: "dance"

 

She started swaying, hoping to entice the guy, but, at the same time... if nobody was interested in her, maybe it was for the best.

The guy left. Lucy felt relieved and defeated at the same time.

 

"dont worry ur going great", sent Sarah. It comforted Lucy but, at the same time, she didn't really want to do great as a cam girl, didn't she?

She started to grow bored, the mask and the wig itchy on her face. She was craving some water, but didn't want to risk ruining her makeup.

 

Someone else connected, a real name this time, followed immediately by another.

 

"Hiiii! Welcome to the stream!!!", she said, immediately kicking herself for forgetting to use the filler words. Sarah made a hand motion encouraging her to continue.

 

"I'm, like, so happy to see someone..?"

 

She froze. She had rehearsed a rough script with Sarah, but the real thing was way more intimidating. One user left. The other, nicknamed "yobbh" sent "hi" in the chat.

 

Lucy remembered she was supposed to react to the usernames but she couldn't find an angle here. She looked at Sarah for help.

 

"ask about his night keep dancing", she sent.

 

Lucy resumed shaking her body and asked in what was almost her normal voice: "So uh... how is your night going?"

 

"voice!!!! fillers!!!! giggles!!!", reminded her Sarah.

 

Lucy nodded, admonishing herself. She waited for yobbh to answer, staring intently at his name as if he was a beacon of light in this unknown territory.

 

Maybe he didn't heard her? She didn't voice it properly after all.

A new guest connected. She tried again, very conscientiously putting in the filler words and raising her pitch:

"So, like... how is your night, like, going yob?"

 

A few moments after, yobbh finally graced them with his answer: "good u?"

 

And left quickly.

 

Lucy looked up at Sarah, puzzled, and she answered by shrugging. It was like that.

 

"dont forget u still have a guest", typed Sarah, but she knew he was likely just a lurker that wouldn't tip.

 

Two more users connected, nicknamed juanjsilva and dannyboy026. This time, it was easier:

"Hiiii!", she waved, giving off a genuinely happy energy, "Like, welcome to the stream juan and danny!"

 

juanjsilva typed "hi" and asked if she was new.

 

"Yes, it's like, my first time!

"I don't believe it.

-Whyy? Why you don't, like, believe me?" She giggled.

 

2 other persons connected. It was getting real. Dannyboy026 typed a single "gorgeous" in the chat.

 

"Thanks Danny!

-Show ur face.

-I'm like, so shy!

-In private?

-You wanna go private Danny?"

 

To Sarah's delight, someone typed "she has no boobs" in the chat. She kept the insult in, letting it linger just long enough for Lucy to read, before deleting it and banning the user.

 

Danny wasn't keen for a private show, especially if no sex acts were involved, so Lucy continued to speak with Juan. He was easy to talk to, smooth, treating her almost like a normal person. A bell sound played. Someone else had given her a tip, her first tip, by an user she didn't even interact with.

 

"Thank you for the tip!!!!", she said, overwhelmed.

 

Another guy tipped, asking her to pose.

She complied, turning to her side, and getting on all four. The wig was heavy on her head and for a moment she wondered if it could fall off, but it stayed in place. She moved a bit further, to show her full body in black lingerie and black high heels.

 

Two people tipped. For each given tip, a bell sound played.

 

She felt like a piece of meat on display, something she didn't feel as much when she was posing nude, maybe because the guys barely reacted compared to Dom and Delfynn, or maybe because she knew what they were doing behind their screen while watching her.

Someone asked her to bend and show her ass to the camera, but he didn't even tip anything so she refused and moved back closer.

 

Juan wasn't tipping easier but his interactions kept the stream alive so she was grateful for him.

 

A big tip suddenly appeared from "lovewolf91", along with an invitation to go private, in a private show, where the meter would be running by the minute. She questioned Sarah silently, who nodded, and clicked "accept".

 

She immediately regretted it, because it kicked out all other users from her chat. 

 

"Hiii lovewolf, thanks for the tip!

-Np. Ur so sexy I love new girls.

-Thank you!", she said, masking her disgust.

 

Another tip.

 

"Can u show me more?"

 

She nodded. That was it. Slowly, she removed a thin strap, unveiling her left shoulder, while looking at her feedback on the screen doing it a few second later. The person on the screen followed her movement, but this teasing, sexy masked blonde clearly wasn't looking her. It was like she was directing someone else movements. She removed the other strap, catching the falling gown with her hands. She wasn't showing much, her breasts were still covering by her bra.

 

"i share my cam w u ok?"

 

Sarah sent a single thumb up emoji, encouraging Lucy to accept.

 

She authorized it and was immediately shocked. Naively, she had expected to see the guy face, but, instead, was a close up of a gigantic cock.

 

"give a compliment", wrote Sarah, but it was impossible for Lucy, transfixed by the large member. It was different than watching porn. Here, it was raw, dirtier and unexpected. More importantly, she had interacted with this guy. The erect cock was hard because of her, because of her body. It was a lot more real.

 

He asked if she liked what she saw, and she could only giggle, her default answer in this kind of sexual situation.

"show a bit more"

 

She pulled down the gown entirely and was rewarded by a tip, enjoying the bell sound, synonym with money.

 

"show ur ass"

 

This time, she complied, turning away from the camera and bending forward. Her cheeks encased in lacy panties filled up the camera. Lucy had a flat ass but thin waist and well defined hips. She couldn't be called curvy by any means, but, still, it was easy for the viewer to imagine grabbing her by her hips and plowing his cock in. A bell sound rewarded her. 

 

She moved back to see the screen. He was stroking his cock now and asking to see her tits. Lucy watched the masked blonde on the screen, the girl she controlled from afar, nervously remove her bra. The jig was up. Instead of the normal two perfectly rounds orbs of flesh, there was a flat bony surface sporting two hard nipples looking out of place. She hated it. Under the soft light, she thought she looked like a malnourished zombie.

 

"show more of ur ass", asked the guy. Lucy bent away again. She didn't like he hadn't said anything about her tits and immediately asked her to show her ass. More importantly, she didn't like that she was upset some random guy didn't reassure her about her tits.

In this position, she knew he was expecting her to remove her panties, but she didn't want to. He disconnected rapidly after, ending the stream.

 

"Not bad Lucy!", said Sarah, trying to cheer up. "Not bad for a first time."

 

When her eyes crossed Lucy's, Sarah knew something was wrong. 

 

She moved through the lighting setup to hug her "It's ok! It's ok you did great.

-I... I'm not sure I can do that... I'm not... pretty like you.

-What now... they called you gorgeous, sexy... didn't they."

 

Lucy wanted to cry, but didn't want to ruin her makeup.

 

Sarah gave her some water. It hasn't been drugged this time: she wanted her fully awake and conscious of the degrading work she had chosen to do.

 

"Thanks", she said after sipping some with a straw, "How much money did I make?"

 

Sarah pointed a manicured finger at the screen. "You can see it there. Thirty-three dollars. Quite good.

-Really?

-Well, since you were new, faceless and not doing any sex act, yes, it's really quite good. You were boosted by the algorithm though. After a few days, you won't be tagged as a new performer anymore."

 

Lucy nodded, readjusting her mask.

 

"How do you feel?", asked Sarah.

"I don't know. Weird.

-We stop here for tonight, or you want to continue?"

 

Lucy hesitated. Thirty-three dollars wasn't much, it didn't really feel worth it, but it was a start. It was a lot easier to continue right now and make as much as money as possible instead of having to plan another session with Sarah later.

 

"Let's continue for a bit."

 

The second try was a lot better. She got showered in tokens and had a 1-in-1 session with someone showing a genuine interest in her, a client sharing a bit more about himself and who tried to know her. If she had been a bit more experienced, he would have become a regular.

 

Each time she performed, it got easier. She did more private sessions, sometimes fully nude, but, to Sarah's disappointment, never anything pornographic: she never fully exposed her pussy, let alone masturbated or used toys. But, at least, her fake on-stream persona was stabilized, rarely slipping out of that vacant, giggling, valley-girl register the viewers seemed to enjoy. For Lucy, it stopped feeling like acting and was more like a switch she could turn on or off.

 

She did several shows during the week. The lights stayed in her room, the cumbersome permanent setup a constant reminder of the secret, sexy job she was doing in there at night. The sessions were getting in the way of her schoolwork, the laptop she was supposed to be using for school displaying more erect cocks than courses these days, and it was becoming an increasingly pressing problem, especially so near to the exams.

 

And over the following two weeks, her views slowly dropped. Since she wasn't a new face, she wasn't put forward by the algorithm anymore and couldn't really keep regulars because, objectively, her shows were a bit boring. Her ditzy party-girl act projected a strong, sexy, feminine energy that drew viewers in, but also kept her from really connecting with them. When she entered 1-on-1 sessions, her shyness didn't match that tone, and guys often left early, disappointed. She also blamed her lack of breasts.

One rare exception was a guy paying her to hold weird poses naked, feet or back arched a certain way. These  sessions left her feeling used. But he vanished after a few times.

 

She knew her shows would have to become a lot more sexual, or herself a lot sexier if she wanted to continue this job. But did she want it, really? She was getting ready to quit. The habit had been settling in, it wasn't as scary as before, she didn't even need Sarah to moderate the chat anymore. But it was a temporary arrangement, not sustainable in the long term unless she really committed to it.

 

During this period, something changed between Lucy and Sarah's friends. She felt a bit closer to them, certainly closer than she was with anyone at her school, her social world shrinking to Sarah's circle. She turned especially fond of Leena. One time, after a disappointing cam session the day before, she complained about her body to the Asian girl who offered once again to introduce her to her surgeon. No pressure. She could just go and see what her options were.

 

She agreed.

 

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Leena glanced sideways at the girl sitting next to her in the waiting room. Lucy was a far cry from the shy, mousy girl she’d first met. Today she wore denim shorts, and not the more conservative pair she saved for school. These were much shorter, the frayed hem stopping high enough that the lower curve of her ass was visible where the denim ended, showing plenty of legs. It hugged her body nicely, stopping below her bare navel, which a white crop top left exposed. Her chest looked fuller than before, but only because she had her bra padded with socks, as she often did these days. The black straps sat right beside the strings of her crop top, adding to the sluttiness of the outfit.

Her makeup was heavier, more polished, the obvious result of performing so many nights a week as a camgirl. Even though she worked masked, she applied full makeup each time, perfecting her skill under Sarah's direction.

But Leena herself was even hotter. Her skirt was longer than Lucy's shorts (anything would have been), but it was bright red, and her high-heeled sandals made her legs look endless. She also wore a crop top, only  hers was flashy pink and tighter, squeezing her fake breasts upward to form a deep cleavage. Her face belonged on a magazine cover: partly because of her impeccable, glamorous makeup, mostly because of her inviting lips, slightly plumped with filler and her smooth, botoxed face.

In the street, a casual passerby might glance at Lucy appreciatively, however he would certainly trip over his own feet when noticing Leena. But the scene didn't happen because they came by car to the clinic.

 

Lucy was impressed. Instead of the shady clinic she had imagined, the building was modern and pristine, all glass walls and street-front visibility. They were immediately welcomed and offered refreshments while waiting for the doctor. The setting felt high-end, almost prestigious, making her feel like a princess on her way to get delicately pampered, rather than what she actually was: another sex worker about to be injected with plastic.

 

"Ha! Leena! Always so pretty! Welcome! Who is your lovely friend?"

 

The surgeon was man looking in his early thirties (he was way older) with a strong European accent and a devastating smile. He loudly kissed Leena's cheeks.

 

"Hello Renato. This is my friend Lucy.

-Of course! Such a delightful encounter.", he said, getting closer to Lucy, eyes locked into hers. To her relief, he didn't go for a kiss but simply shook her hand instead.

 

"Let's get into my office to discuss how I can modestly polish and highlight the beauty that is already there.", he said, inviting them in.

 

The tone was much more professional once they were all seated inside.

 

"So tell me Lucy, what look do you want to achieve?"

 

This was a complicated question for the young woman. She just wanted him to fix her. Over the last month, Sarah made sure she had been exposed to hours of porn starring women with big, fake tits, so often that it destroyed her sense of normalcy. She felt she was missing something other girls had. She didn't want gigantic melons, but, at least, to not be so flat.

 

"I don't know... can you make me more... normal?

-I can make you whatever you want to be, except ugly, we don't do that here! Can you explain it to me a bit more, maybe with a picture of your desired goal?

-A bit smaller than Leena I guess...".

 

She gestured toward the Asian girl. Renato glanced at Leena's chest, then back at Lucy's, which already seemed to be the right size under her top.

 

"I'm... I'm wearing padding right now." she explained.

 

"Of course. Do you want the same fullness on top? This round shape? Or a more natural teardrop slope?

-I like the shape of her breasts.", she said shyly while looking at her friend. The Asian girl was smiling.

 

The surgeon continued the questioning, asking about her general health, her habits, but mostly working to put her at ease, trying to lower her anxiety for the next step.

 

It was the examination. The next room she stepped into was so white it almost blinded her. She was alone there and that gave her space to think. She knew she was only exploring options, that she wasn't forced to commit to anything. It was her curiosity and her friendship with Leena that brought her here. There was no way she would go through that, especially now as a broke student. Still, the more she talked with the doctor, the more real and inevitable the enhancement felt. She could envision it for later, when she would be older and successful, a sophisticated senior executive looking for Mr. Right.

She removed her crop top, then her padded bra. As the folded socks spilled out, a pang of doubt crept in. Given how lacking she was in that area, could she really wait a few years before the surgery? She deeply felt like something was missing.

 

Someone knocked softly. "Are you ready? Can we come in?"

 

She wanted to say no. Lucy felt a lot of people were seeing her breasts these days and she didn't like them. But, that was the reason she was here, wasn't she?

 

"Yes."

 

The surgeon entered with a nurse. They looked at her bare chest and thankfully didn't comment.

 

"This will be a bit cold," he said as he moved the calipers toward her body. The pointed metal tips walked across her skin.

Methodically, Renato called each measurement out loud to the nurse.

Being half-naked in this cold room didn't feel sexy like when she posed under the lights. Lucy was standing in the middle of the room, staring blankly ahead, trying not to move, not to breathe, not to look at either of them. To make it end quickly, she decided the best strategy was to turn into an obedient, lifeless doll.

 

The process was repeated with a medical tape, then the doctor moved away from her. Was it finally over? Her mind drifted back to her first cam show, where she felt like a piece of meat, the target of a strong male lust. Here, it was worse. She felt like an object, but not even desired, just a stone block that the surgeon was going to sculpt. She had changed her mind: she would have preferred if Renato had something nice to say about her body, show a hint of desire toward her.

 

The sharp snap of medical gloves startled Lucy a bit.

 

He warned her: "I'm so sorry. I'll need to pinch you to test your skin. Is it ok with you?"

 

Lucy nodded very faintly, still afraid to move.

 

"Is it ok?", he asked, concerned.

"Yes."

"You can relax, Lucy."

 

She took a deep breath.

 

"That's it. It's almost over. Shall we continue?"

"Yes."

 

Reassured, he continued the examination. On each side, he did gentle pinches to check the firmness and the thickness of the skin. It seemed satisfactory.

 

"Now we will take some pictures, ok? Don't worry, they won't show your face", he said.

Lucy smirked, thinking about the all nude pictures of her that were shot in burst mode.

Her chest was captured from different angles and it was over.

They asked her to keep the padding out of her bra and left her to dress.

 

"Well, the options are limited.", said the doctor once Leena and Lucy were sitting in his office again. "As you have a narrow chest wall and very limited breast tissue, I recommend something around 300cc."

 

The nurse entered, holding a tray with different breast-shaped pads.

 

Following the instructions, Lucy took the 300cc one in her hands. It was as big as a small apple and even squishier than a water balloon. She slipped it into her bra, where it felt cold for a few seconds before the silicone warmed up. The sports bra barely shifted on that side, but she really could feel the weight of it  pulling down. She inserted the second pad and was surprised at how heavy it felt compared to her socks. It was like a Coke can: not something hard to lift, but with enough physical presence to make it impossible to ignore.

She moved toward a mirror. It was smaller than her own padding.

 

"Can I try bigger?

-Of course!"

 

She considered the other sizes, then decided on the one at the end of the platter, 400cc. The weight difference wasn't significant, but the size difference in her reflection was striking. Yet, it still seemed smaller than her own padding. She really had been-heavy handed, often filling one big sock with other smaller socks.

 

"How big are yours?", she asked Leena.

"Six hundred."

 

Lucy hesitated, lost in her own thoughts. 400cc seemed small, but going over that would put her in pornstar territory, wouldn't it? Images of busty blondes getting fucked from behind, their large enhanced tits bouncing, filled her mind. Was it what she wanted?

 

The doctor interrupted her reverie: "Again... in your case, I cannot recommend going over 400cc, at least for a first surgery."

 

Lucy nodded and removed the pads. All of this was just a little fantasy anyway.

 

It was confirmed when Renato's associate gave her a quote for the operation: ten thousand dollars. She certainly didn't have 10k to put into a boob job. She barely even had the time to be here in the first place, not with a mountain of coursework to study for her upcoming exams. She felt a surge of anger at herself for wasting an hour on something so ridiculous. But, deep underneath, was a hollow disappointment at the price tag.