I m at home, doing a private Live Cam show on my personal site. Between moans and the sharp click of my high heels on the floor, suddenly—ding dong!—someone rings my doorbell. It s my neighbor. He looks annoyed.
I m sorry, he says. What on earth are all these noises coming from your apartment?
Oops! I giggle, twirling a lock of my hair. Oh… I m working.
He raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. Working? With those sounds?
I shrug, giving him a playful smile. Well, yeah… I’m a cam girl. This is my job.
He frowns, not buying it. That doesn t sound like any job I ve ever heard of.
I sigh sweetly and say, “You know what? Why don’t you come in? I’ll explain it to you properly… and maybe make it up to you for the noise.”
