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The CEO squeezes her legs together once more, trying to feel something pleasurable. She turns her head to the side, just as the woman in the video produces yet another dramatic moan, “ooooh fuck.” She exits the video with a huff and rolls her eyes for the millionth time in an hour.
She’s just gotten back from work, having spent all day in meetings with annoying men who seemingly try to undermine the wealthy woman at any chance they get. The ravenette arrived home with tense shoulders, and a small headache, all she wanted to do was get off, and go to bed.
Was that so hard to ask?
Lena was no stranger to porn, she had her fair share of favorite categories and even stars that she would go back and watch, but lately, nothing is working. The woman finds it more difficult to get turned on, and even wet, as the days go by. Her vibrator does nothing to help the dull ache between her thighs, and she finds herself bucking and humping for no reason at times.
She knows that realistically, she can get any man or woman under the stars. Her forest green eyes, full round breasts, and curvy body do the talking for her. Hell, all she’d have to do is look at someone the right way and they’d follow her like a dog. But, that can’t be good for her reputation, she can imagine the headlines now. ‘Billionaire Lena Luthor, having one-night stands?’ The older woman chuckles at the thought. There’s nothing wrong with one-night stands, but if she were to do it, surely there’d be a problem.
“They can fuck right off with that,” she mumbles, closing her laptop shut, she decides a cold shower will get rid of the tension in her body, and maybe help with that missing feeling of being taken.
. . .
Lena steps out of the shower an hour later, feeling more relaxed than before, she helps herself to a bottle of her favorite wine, and some expensive chocolate. She throws on a baggy shirt and some old panties and settles back in bed. Opening her laptop to find something to watch, she’s faced with the porn tab that she’d left open. On it, are two bare women, one woman is two fingers into the other, but is sporting long nails. Lena winces and squirms, no wonder she couldn’t get horny.
She moves the cursor over the ‘X’ button and is ready to click when her screen is suddenly filled with random ads. “Ugh,” she groans, clicking out of each ad, praying that she didn’t get a virus. The last one stops her in her place, the advert is promoting a cam girl service.
‘Feeling lonely, can’t get hard? If you need some help, sign up, and have live sex with one of our beautiful cam girls! ( New members get one free call, join now!)’
She bites her bottom lip and considers clicking the link. She’s never done anything like this before, been intimate with a stranger online, what’s the worst that can happen? It wouldn’t hurt to check it out. She hovers over the red ‘join now’ button and signs up.
The CEO uses a fake alter ego, naming herself Natalie Christine. Not the best she could come up with, but she’s slightly tipsy from the wine, and can’t be bothered to come up with something better.
After successfully signing up, she’s sent an email with a link to the list of available cam girls at this hour. It's midnight, and she’s surprised to see that the number of women to choose from fills up 4 pages. She scrolls and scrolls, reading the bio of each cam girl, they all have pictures up of their bodies. She gets distracted choosing as she can’t help but scroll through their pictures now and then, licking her lips, wishing that she could be under one of them right now.
She’s about to give up, after making it to the last page, when one of the profiles catches her eye.
Name:Rose Denver
Age: 24
Likes: Name-calling, hair pulling, straps, bottoms...etc
Dislikes: Humiliation, over-aggression, boys….etc
Bio: Hello sexy...My name is Rose, but you can call me whatever you’d like ;) I enjoy musicals, going to the park, and getting fucked on all fours. (Lena chokes at that last bit)
Message NOW
Available NOW / Reserve spot
Lena looks at the photos of the blonde, and let’s just say that she’s never been more turned on. Staring back at her are small perky breasts, pink nipples, abs that she’d die for, a cute ass, and blonde curls that cover a beautiful bright pink pussy, and muscular tan legs that go for miles. She melts further when she sees a beautiful floral tattoo on the mystery woman's back. Lena notices that her breathing has picked up just from looking at pictures, her cheeks dusting a flaming red, how in the hell is she supposed to make it through a call with this mystery woman.
Like the other photos of the woman, this ‘Rose’ has photos that start from her lips and end at her feet. It must be a privacy thing, she reasons.
She contemplates reserving a spot, to have her needs taken care of, but she’s feeling flustered. Her heart beats a mile per hour, and her finger shakes over the join button.
“Get it together Luthor, you don’t even know this woman,” she reasons out loud. She doesn’t know why she’s so nervous, she talks to people all of the time. Something about this Rose is doing something to her, or maybe it’s the fact that she malfunctions when speaking to any woman, even without having seen their entire naked body first.
Finally, she decides it will be best for her message first, maybe having a conversation will ease her nerves. She hits the 'MESSAGE NOW' button and sends a greeting.
Natalie: Hello, my name is Natalie, and I was interested in booking a call with you.’ *delivered*
She reads it back and turns crimson with embarrassment, it sounds like she’s writing a damn email, rather than talking to a beautiful woman.
“That’s gotta be the most unsexy greeting anyone’s ever gotten,” she rubs her hands over her flaming cheeks.
Lena watches the chat bubble come up and startles, watching with anticipation.
Rose: hey sexy ;) you don’t have to message me for a call, I’m always a click away.
Natalie: Yes sorry, I’m new to this, if you couldn’t already tell from the overly formal greeting.
Rose: i could tell, you haven’t set up your profile yet :( how am i supposed to see that beautiful body from here?
Lena chokes one more, this time on a square of chocolate. It’s funny how her body reacts so strongly to such a simple text, but it’s also not because she can feel the sweat dripping down her back.
“Uh, uh, what do I say?” She stutters, full gay panic if you have activated.
Rose: did I scare you away already? Lol
Shit, she still hasn’t responded!
Natalie: No sorry, I was going to set up my profile, but didn’t want to leave you.
Rose: smooth, wellll if you’re consenting to it, maybe you can send a picture of yourself ;p
Lena considers for a split second, logging out, closing the tab, and burning the laptop. But, this woman is so enticing. Surely she couldn’t send a nude to a random stranger, it’s against her morals. But also, woman. But also, she’s never sent one in her life, not even when in her past relationships, when her partners had specifically asked for one….But also, woman.
Easy choice.
She minimizes the tab and double-checks that her VPN protection is up and running. When she sees that familiar check sign that it is, she reopens the tab and sets the laptop down.
Natalie: One second.
The CEO goes around the room, closing each blind, and fishes through her panty drawer. She slips her current ratty pair down her thick legs and pulls on a pair of green lace ones. She brushes through her hair quickly and lays on her back. Opening the camera roll, she holds the phone up, looking for the perfect angle. After a few minutes, she settles on one and takes a few different photos of the same one.
The photo starts from her sharp collarbones, down to her big breasts, hard nipples on display, down to her flat stomach, where a silver belly button piercing resides, and finally, down to her green lace panties, where her hand grips a pale thigh.
Admittedly, the act of taking a nude turned her on even more, and she wouldn’t be shocked if this Rose mentions the visible wet spot in the underwear.
She double checks, making sure that her slick black hair made it in the photo, she airdrops it to her laptop, and doesn’t think twice as she hits send.
Rose types then delete, then types, again. This goes on for a minute, and the Luthor wonders if she did too much, that self-doubt creeping in.
Her shoulders sag in relief.
Rose: holy shit
Rose: oh my god
Rose: im so fucking wet for you baby
Rose: are you smirking at me? I’ll give you something to smirk about.
Rose: i see that you’re wet, i wish i could stick my tongue in you.
Lena unintentionally lets out a guttural sound at the reaction. Her body is on fire, she feels hot to the touch as she pants, while she types out a response.
Natalie: Yeah?
Rose: fuck yeah baby
Rose: can i see you?
Rose: i’m so close to fucking myself, will you be joining me?
Lena feels all of her nerves dissipate at the dirty talk she receives, as she squeezes her legs together, feeling the stickiness that she missed when she pulled them apart. The red 'JOIN NOW' button has never been more appealing.
Natalie: Coming.
Lena closes the laptop quickly and picks up her room at lightning speed. She dims the lights, and sits at the desktop in the corner, quickly going onto the site and logging back in. She goes back to Rose's profile and hits the join button, she sits in the waiting room and angles her camera to where it starts at her mouth. At the last minute, she digs through her drawers and applies red lipstick, the one that always turns heads.
Her knees bounce in anticipation as the screen counts down to the call.
3...2...1…
“Hey, sexy.” Rose smirks.