The night of my first show, I run around my room, cleaning up, checking how the light looks, deciding where and how to sit, and figuring out what I should wear. My heart starts to beat with excitement and nerves.I try to set up my room like I have seen in other girls’ shows. I check my hair and makeup in my webcam, and am grateful for its low resolution. Home for Christmas break, I have a lot of free time on my hands while my mom works nights. It’s time to become Ariel, in live action for the first time.I turn on upbeat music and go live, staring at the room count and waiting for my first viewer to come in.After some concentration, maneuvering, and awkward faces, I finally orgasm, joined by hundreds of viewers. I should get some sort of medal for this public service. I wish viewers a good night and promise that I will be back on cam the following day.As I lie in bed, back in PJs and contemplating my night, I am tired but thrilled. Three hundred dollars isn’t bad for sitting in bed for 5 hours.My standard show gets boring, but it guarantees at least 0 a night without having to beg the viewers too actively. The show starts, and my regulars start filing in, asking me for updates on the most recent episode of "Bones," or how my day at work has been.I don’t need the money, but camming fills my empty nights and gives me social interaction to look forward to. I get dressed, fix my hair, point my lamps (draped in white T-shirts for soft-glow lighting) at my face, and put on my makeup, saving the red lip for live action on cam. Look at the effort I put in to look nice for you people. We chat about politics and world events, only pausing to do whatever action, usually flashing a body part that is still clothed, a viewer has requested when the token alert sounds.
I contemplate doing something new for the night to mix it up.He suggests that I start off naked and set the show up so that there has to be a consistent flow of tokens in order for me to stay naked.He is convinced that the money will come in much quicker. There is far too much free porn, too many (free) exhibitionists, and too many girls that would be cheaper.One viewer, an elderly man, tells me that I remind him of his dead wife. He then proceeds to ask me if I would be willing to wear a pair of stockings on cam and then send them to him. This exercise ball seems to hold some sort of strange power over my viewers, for no matter how many times I tell them that it would be a disaster attempting to balance on the ball while masturbating, they make the request over and over.Some even think themselves acrobats and tell me how they would bend me over the ball and “make me bounce.” A thousand bucks says not one of these guys have never gotten anywhere near an exercise ball and would promptly face-plant if they ever tried.