PRIZE COUNTER GIRL
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" I WANNA WATCH "

   No, Michael.

   Don't fucking do it.

   But it was already too late. As much as the guilt had already emptied his throat, Michael's urge to respond gripped his stomach like hunger for the unattainable. Warning himself to step away from this was fairly useless. He'll forever get swept under your tide that he allows himself to chase to, even if he's acutely aware of losing control.

Hell, if temptation were a person it would be you.

   Michael contemplated. If you had been catering to other perverted customers over the phone, how the hell was Mike Shmidt the go-to choice? It may have felt nerve-wrecking at first, rereading that sudden text an infinite amount of times. But it also felt very vaunting to know that he was the only man lingering in the back of your mind during the training session, impatient to get off with him on a steamy video call for the first time.

   But not me, though. She likes Mike Shmidt, not me...

   As Michael drove home that night, he fell in distraught again. He wanted to continue supporting you with as much money for being a camgirl, he really did— regardless of befriending you at work like he's entirely oblivious of your dirty little secret. But that distraught resurges when he continues to downplay it, resulting in awkwardness around you when really he can't attain the inflamed effect you have on him.

He wanted you. Badly. You were his source of stress relief for months during his frightening nightguard shift. Aside paying you hundreds, he wanted to express his gratitude by making you feel good. You deserved it.

But he can only do that as Mike fucking Shmidt.

"Fuck," Michael cursed under his breath, his palm slamming the steering wheel. "Why did she have to work here. Why did she have to do this to me. Who is she and why does she take pleasure in ruining me?"

It was already 12 AM. Michael arrived home at 10 PM. He sunk in his bed as the nightly ambience of passing cars and crickets from his open window fill his ears. His laptop was beside him, the bright rays of his screen hitting his face. Before today, 11 PM was the only acceptable time for him to drift asleep for work. But that wouldn't be the case anymore. Oh, definitely not anymore for sure.

   Michael absentmindedly lingered on his phone after he finally replied back an hour ago. As long as he doesn't have to show his face on camera, he obliged.

What will it be? Mutual masturbation then go to work the next day like nothing happened?

Isn't that what everyone does, though? Go on with their day or night after masturbating?

You sound so fucking dumb sometimes, bro. It shouldn't be that big of a deal.

   The stress was building up again, haunting him with lust endowed in his restless mind. Would his first video call with you alleviate his stress? Or would it deteriorate him more? No matter what, Michael couldn't shake off that restless craving— a forbidden addiction to you, ensnaring him to seek for taunting pleasure from you but torments him.

   Suddenly your video call request popped up on the screen. Startled from the spur of the moment, he sits up straight and sets the laptop on his thighs and adjusts the screen to crop his face off the camera.

Lighting's pretty decent. Being shirtless is sexier, too. Speak with a deep voice like you're kinda sleepy. Maybe she'll like that.

   Michael clicks on the green button, his heart beating erratically in his chest. When the call went through and your alluring face took over his screen, his limbs froze for a moment. The twist in his stomach, the ecstasy blossoming in his brain; an inexplicable feeling of being raptured by your unfair, merciless, effortless seduction. Intimidated, yet aroused. Bashful, yet provoked. Enraged, yet passionate.

   "Hi Mike. Been thinking about you after our call earlier," you muttered sweetly, the honey in your voice writhing him.

Michael's heart couldn't stop leaping. After mentally preparing some starter conversations earlier it was deemed useless. "Oh, really? What made you wanna come back to me?" he mused, trying his best to alter his tone as more flirtatious.

   The camera was angled to only your body and part of your face, taking in the mesmerizing outline of your plump lips; the same, stunning angle as your videos. Your skin was glimmering with the incandescent pink neon lighting of your room, the glowing, rich atmosphere enveloping him. You were already shirtless with just your panties on. Michael can feel himself starting to grow harder, lightly grazing his bulge.

  "The things you said," you continued, "I couldn't stop thinking about it the whole day I got really horny. I just had to text you tonight."

   As much as he wanted to admit he felt the same way, he remembered how wary he was of your sly tantalization from today. Everything about your presence made him surrender to you; powerless against the effect you have on him it felt rather unfair. How tormenting it was of you to distract him while working. How tormenting it was for him to seize up whenever you're around, igniting his agiation like an undying fire. How tormenting it was that he had to endure his ravenous urges until you showed up in his life, pulverizing him entirely.

"I'll let you do anything you want me to do. Just tell me. As long as I get to hear it from you only," you spoke fondly.

"I'll let you do anything you want me to do."

Michael was already sent into a frenzy by your pleads. His breathing grew heavier from the rapacity, provoked from the way you're asking for it. Finally unmasking his dominant side right before you; the leading cause of his stress. But how unfortunate he could do this through a damn video call, and not where he really wanted you to be.

You show up in my life, make me feel this way, and then get away with it just like that? Oh, I don't think so.

The brunette man smirked. "Is that what you really want? Let me have my own way with you? Because I think I've earned that."

  "Oh? You weren't this bold when we called for the first time earlier," you say. Michael assumed that you thought he was bluffing hence the playful chuckle you gave after; but little did you know...

"Hm. Well, I got distracted at work because of you. And now you're letting me get to decide what I want you to do. I would say be careful what you wish for, darling, but I don't want to ruin the fun. My money is going to you, after all..."

You watch in silent astonishment while Michael pulls his cock out of his sweats, already throbbing at your reaction on the call when you see it for the first time. He was already unhinged; no sign of reluctance, hesitancy, or impotence from what he's about to do with you. If only he could do this to you in person, if only.

"Do you see this cock? Right in your face. You see that precum, right? Do you see how it's dripping already?" Michael spoke softly like he was cooing you the way you coo your viewers, but the tone in his voice more ominous and minacious.

The angle he's seeing just couldn't get any better. His cock right in front of the enlarged screen, where your parted lips meets right at his tip. Michael can tell you were heavily titillated by this, hearing you sigh so faintly and unable to utter a single word.

"Take your panties off and turn around for me. On your knees, face down. Play with yourself. I wanna watch."

   You obeyed and it was just precious to Michael. He began to slowly stroke himself, sighing deeply at how fucking hot the view is from what he's seeing. Your ass taking over the screen, your dominant hand reaching down to toy with your pussy. His cock stirred in his grip the more he observed. He was too aroused by this, just like you.

   "Such a pretty fucking pussy. You like being a good girl for your customers, don't you?" teased Michael.

   "Yes, baby," you demurred on the call, moaning slightly when you slipped your fingers in and thrusted slowly. "For you— yes."

   For me?

   "I can already see how wet you are. You like when I jack off to you fingering yourself?"

    "Mhm... Tell me how I can make you feel good tonight."

Your gaze was fixated on Michael's dick for awhile, deep down dazed from how lengthy he was. Approximately 6 and a half inches with a slight curve, an average girth, and protruding veins. You imagined what his cock would feel like inside you, curling your fingers and thrusting faster as you were lost in your own pleasure.

   "Go faster," he commanded. "I wanna see every drop of that pussy juice all over you and your fingers."

   Michael's voice sent you in a bliss and he quickly caught onto that. That satisfied grin slowly stretching across your face, eyes shut in ecstasy, and the slight high-pitched whimpers and moans emitting from you as you were getting off to his moans as well. Everything about this was so lewd, so filthy and you both enjoyed it.

   "Ah, fuck. If only you could see what I see. Goddamn," Michael grunted as he fisted his tip faster.

   You were already gushing around your fingers as you kept hitting your g-spot. It came to his mind that it was his words; his dirty talk that writhes you closer to an orgasm, pulsing around your fingers. You were so close to losing yourself and so was he; it's bewildering to him you both cum quickly at the same time.

"Oh, baby. Fuck— it's so good," you say breathlessly. "Tell me about your dirty fantasies of me from work. You imagine me distracting you to the point you take it all out on me?"

"Fuck yes," Michael growled deeply, fisting harder that his breathing kept hitching.

"You imagine me— oh, fuck— You imagine having quickies with me at your workplace? Bending me over just to fuck me hard?"

"Shit— yes, yes, yes," he breathed out, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes as he delved into the forbidden fantasy of fucking you right at the prize counter. Imagining his taut grip on his cock as your walls, imagining his strokes as ruthlessly pounding into your pussy. He thrusted his hips into his fist as he was nearing to another orgasm— unbelievably the second one for today.

Fuck you for making me feel this way.

Fuck you for making me act like an animal.

Fuck you. . . I literally wanna fucking fuck you right now.

To his surprise, you came first before he did. Michael watched your thighs shudder for a bit, your other hand tightly gripping your bedsheet, and your back arch further. Your moans were so raw, so beautiful to hear just as always. When your fingers slide out your cunt, he could make out the thin lines of your arousal stretching out. Seeing your fluids dripping onto your thighs and sheets, your cunt pulsing over nothing, and your elated expression sent the whipped man ablaze. He then realized he made a mess of himself, too.

Michael sighs deeply. "You know how submissive I can be for you, darling. But I'd be careful next time when you tell me to take you how I want to take you," he muttered as his high from the orgasm climbed down.

You gave a smirk at him; a playful expression on your face that he read as, Oh? Should I provoke you some more, then? but then brushed it off. As badly as Michael wanted you to linger with him with a million unsaid thoughts, you had to end the call. The obvious reason you left was to get enough sleep for the first day tomorrow. He even prioritized that for you during training so you wouldn't end up sleepless like him.

   Aside that— no matter how many times he'll jerk off to you while pretending to act oblivious at work, the temporary satisfaction from this would still not fulfill him as it used to be.

   The only way to fill his void for now is to be closer with you.

thoughts on
the new cover?? lmao

also pls be mindful that
every chapter in this fic are
FIRST DRAFTS and are NOT
proofread. so if there are typos
i apologize 😭

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