Trick or Treat | 18+| MATURE

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Fuck Halloween.

I scowled as I updated my Facebook status and sent the message to everyone I’d invited two months ago. I’d been feeling social then and thought I’d have a party in my gorgeous new home to show it off to everyone. But why should I? They didn’t deserve it.

No, I’ll drink champagne and eat truffles on my own in front of my cinema screen TV. I’d also turned all the lights off because fuck trick-or-treaters. Anyone who bothered me tonight would get a mouthful of fuck off, and coming from me, that meant something.

I contemplated calling Todd and asking him to come over, but he would end up begging me to get back with him, and I was so over that.

Urgh.

I pushed my feet into my fluffy pink slippers and slipped on my favorite silky robe. My phone pinged with messages, but I rolled my eyes, refusing to read them.

Probably all the people I went to school with are still begging to hang out tonight.

Erm, no.

I admired my reflection to the sound of the messages, my mouth curling into a wicked smile at the thought of ruining so many plans last minute.

Whoops.

Not that I cared. This was my house, and I’d earned it.

Okay, so showing my pussy on a webcam wasn’t hard work, but still. I glanced in the mirror to the chaise lounge behind me and bit my lip.

I could do a quick session before settling down for the night.

Extra money never hurts anyone.

I picked my spot, as usual, making sure my tits were perky and visible. My silky robe usually did it for so many men, so I left it on.

My caramel-highlighted hair falls in curls around my shoulders, and I flick the switch to set the ball rolling.

I turn my status to live, and I’m surprised to see I’ve got a new visitor. Usually, my regulars clogged up my channels as soon as I was online, but this guy had beat them to it.

Master2u has paid.

Shit, already?

I licked my lips and smiled seductively when the screen split into two, allowing Master2u to see me and vice versa.

Most guys hid their faces by staying off-camera, but this guy simply wore a hood.

He had one of those weird backgrounds, too, one that blurred everything out.

His hood hid him well, his face in pure shadow.

“Hey,” I said with a smile, twirling my hair around my finger. “Happy Halloween.”

He said nothing, and I sucked in my cheeks and looked around, letting him know it was his turn to talk.

Most guys didn’t talk much, but they’d at least say what they wanted me to do. Did this guy just want to watch?

He leaned forward like he was examining me. He beckoned me closer, and I moved nearer to the webcam, still smiling.

Still, he said nothing.

“What do you want tonight? I know you’re new to me, but honestly, nothing is off-limits here.”

My finger tapped my lips, then slid down between my tits until it disappeared.

“All you gotta do is ask.”

“Strip.”

His voice was strange like it had been altered somehow. It was almost mechanical, robotic.

But hey, whatever.

I glanced at the clock on the screen.

Seven thirty.

I’ll give him half an hour.

I rose to my feet, slowly opening the ribbon that held my robe closed, letting it fall to my sides as I did. He didn’t say anything, but I knew he was impressed with what he saw.

They all were.

My hips were thirty-four inches exactly, my waist was twenty-five, and my tits were the perfect thirty-six. Add to that my naturally olive skin that I moisturized twice daily and the barely there lace underwear set I wore.

Go figure.

“Everything off.”

His voice was weird.

It didn’t give away anything, and I liked to hear the reaction to my appearance. Damn, what girl didn’t?

I glanced at the cash monitor, and my eyes bulged when I saw he’d not put a limit on it. That meant I could charge him whatever I liked depending on his request.

“That’s going to cost a little more,” I said with a smirk, my fingers hooking into my thong.

“How much to cover everything I ask for?”

Holy shit!

I’d dreamt of an occasion like this, where I meet someone online who’s a secret billionaire and in love with me.

“Depends what you ask.”

“No limits, you said.”

Fuck, he’s serious.

But how bad could it be?

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