Face from the Past (closed for Blase)

[danilicious]

Kate stared at her computer screen, her nerves paralyzing her. Everything was done and ready, except her. That big green, circular button at the center of an image of a webcam that read, "Start Show" almost made her feel nauseous. She wondered if she had another choice. Of course she did, but Kelly had convinced her that this was her best and easiest bet to make some fast money to pay for her trip to Cancun for spring break. She hated how convincing Kelly could be, especially after a few drinks.

A half hour earlier, she had been excited as she started to create her profile. The process almost seemed fun. Her name would be, danilicious, Kelly had insisted that she looked like a Danielle. She had taken a picture of herself in a pair of black lace panties and matching bra with her long, dark hair pulled into pigtails, tied up with little black ribbons, making her deceivingly young face, look that much younger.

She had come up with what seemed like a conservative plan. She had taken off her bra and panties and replaced them with a tight, flimsy, white t-shirt and a white thong. For each $5 tip (50 tokens), she would squirt baby oil on the shirt, gradually making it translucent, then on her panties. She assumed this would keep money coming in without her becoming too exposed. Then for big tips (200 tokens) she would flash the camera. If she hit 7000 tokens on the night, she would strip. It all seemed easy enough. The risk was low. If she made nothing, she wouldn't have to show anything, and if she made good money, it would all be worth it.

She clicked the button and the light on her cam came on. She adjusted it as she sat at her desk. She was nervous, and fiddled with her pigtails, waiting for her room to start to fill up.

 

[Blase]

Pathetic.

Bill thought the word as he logged onto the cam site. Guys in their mid-forties were supposed to be married and have regular sex lives, even kids, for crying out loud. Not sitting alone at their computers looking for strange girls to leer at, hoping that one of the ones in the public area of the site would be "showing". Or, even worse, taking girls "private" and paying them to do things on cam that the guys probably never got to experience for free in real life.

Pathetic.

Still, that didn't stop him from signing on under his usual handle, "Badman", and glancing at the right of his screen to see if any of his favorites were online. A couple were, despite it being midday, but he glanced at the thumbnails of the other models online anyway: You never knew when someone new and hot would show up.

That one was cute.

Young. Of course the pigtails were meant to help convey that very impression: The girls knew what sold. But even with that little trick in mind, "Danilicious" still looked like she wasn't long out of her teens.

Perfect.

Bill clicked on the "Join Room" button, and in just a few seconds the small pic was replaced by a much bigger one, with sound and motion.

God, she still looked young: Sometimes the contrast between the thumbnail and the girl as she appeared live was quite disenchanting. Bill wondered if she'd been online long: she was dressed, at least in a white t-shirt, and she didn't appear to be doing anything but chatting, at the moment. Although a careful look at her t-shirt suggested that she was at least not entirely indifferent to the idea of being on cam and to the flood of compliments she was receiving.

He decided to add one of his own. Flexing his fingers for a moment, he typed: Dani, you are melt-in-your-mouth gorgeous.

 

[danilicious]

At first, Kate was disheartened. A couple people popped into her room, then quickly left and the lack of any real interest in her made her feel a little self conscious. After close to a half our staring out into the world, with no one staring back, a message appeared on her screen from sexykyle, "what's the matter sweetie, don't look happy to be here."

She forced a smile then spoke into the camera with a sexy fake pout, "I'm just lonely, Kyle. Are you going to keep me company?" Holding up the baby oil, she smiled, "I'll give you a free squirt for saying hi." She sprayed just a bit above her left breast, careful to keep it away from her nipples. She watched herself in the cam window as a small round spot of her shirt clung to her and became almost invisible. The baby oil felt cool on her skin and she could feel goosebumps forming. Another person appeared in the room and then another. She purred into the cam, "Are you guys going to help Kyle get my shirt all wet? Fifty tokens to see a little more." A ringing bell came from her speaker, as her first 50 token tip came in. She squirted a matching circle on her right breast.

Comments started to roll in and she tried to acknowledge each of them, no matter how creepy they got, and some got very creepy, but tips were coming in so she ignored the pleasure the men took in speculating about her age or the spanking they'd like to give her. A few asked to see her ass, and with each request she would stand up, and turn around, filling the screen with the tops of her slender thighs and small but round ass before swaying her hips for a few seconds before returning to her chair. Occasionally she would get a larger tip and accommodate the room by lifting her shirt, revealing her petite, perky breasts, shiny with oil.

She sat in the chair, letting them take in an increasingly clear view of her breasts. "Thank you, badman. Thank you, pimp," she said to a few of her recent comments. "I good use a good spanking, daddy." It seemed like her room was filled with guys with the word "daddy" somewhere in their name. Her responses seemed painfully repetitive, but tips usually followed. It seemed like they just enjoyed hearing her say their name.

Only a few opaque spots remained, primarily covering her nipples and took a few complaints when she had squirted sections of the shirt around her flat stomach rather than giving them the view that they craved. "I don't have anywhere left to squirt. Next two tips get my nipples." Her words were quickly followed by the now familiar bells of tips as she squirted more oil and now that the entire shirt was saturated, rubbed it in good, massaging her breasts with a few light moans.

 

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As good as topless.

Well, no, not quite, Bill acknowledged to himself. It would still be fun to see Dani take the shirt off, even though it really didn't leave anything significant to the imagination. Nor was there much else working to preserve the girl's physical privacy: A pair of white panties completed her wardrobe.

Bill felt himself hardening at the thought of Dani shedding the flimsy panties and facing the world naked. She was at a stage in her life when her body deserved to be captured as a work of art.

He began to type again: Dani, you look -

Familiar...

Bill shook his head: If he'd had any acquaintances like the nymph on his screen, he certainly wouldn't have forgotten them.

He hit the Backspace key a few times and started again: Dani, you're making me have bad thoughts.

 

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Kate looked at the screen and among the list of comments, the reply from badman caught her eye. "I'd love to hear more about your bad thoughts, badman," she purred towards the screen. "I bet you are a very... bad... man." She stood up from her chair. She had a number of the men wrapped around her finger. This was easy money. Her face was no longer on the screen, but her see through top and dry panties were in full view. She picked up the bottle of baby oil, rubbing the tip along the strap of her panties. Just a little bit of the oil seeped from the tip. "1500 tokens and I'll empty this bottle onto my panties. Get your tokens together boys." She figured this would take about 15 minutes and would put her at about 6000 for the night. No need to be greedy on the first night. She could walk away in 10 minutes, $600 for 45 min of work just by letting guys see her breasts through a wet t-shirt. "2500 tokens until I strip." She swayed a bit in front of the cam, her dry panties there just to taunt the gawkers that were so willing to hand over their money.

 

[Blase]

Okay.

Being a registered member of the site, Bill had the ability to send private messages to the models, but it wasn't something that he did very often. There were guys who wound up dropping serious money on girls who they became fond of: The trouble was that it wasn't real. You could chat with the girls, even buy them things from their online wish lists, but you were still never going to meet them in person. Ever. You were still just a schmuck who they wouldn't give the time of day to in real life, however much time and money you spent on your fantasy "relationship" with a cam model.

There was nothing wrong with playing a little, though, as long as you kept under control and remembered that was all it was.

Bad thought number one. Unless I'm mistaken, I'm twice your age, perhaps a bit more. Yet I want to see your body. I want to know about your body. Society has words for men like me.

Bill hit Send.

 

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Kate watched the tips and comments slowly start to roll in before she was distracted by another private message, this one from badman. She grinned, assuming her earlier performance had reeled him in. The tone of his message was similar to many she had received, directed at her age, although his was a little more discreet. She had found it more profitable to be coy in response, letting them hold on to their fantasies. She leaned forward to type a response to him, "A young man could still be twice my age." She paused for a second before hitting enter, noticing how her right breast practically filled the frame of her camera. She turned her camera to face her bed, with its pink blankets and pillows and her stuffed animals, some she'd owned since she was just 4 or 5. She sat with the keyboard and baby oil beside her, as she spread her legs. Got to keep their eyes on the prize.

"Mmmm... You think it's bald, daddy?" she purred to at least a couple guys that were asking for details. "I'd love to show you." She played with her breasts again as she spoke. Her room had become pretty full and she was having a hard time keeping up with all of the messages she was getting.

 

[Blase]

Well, that didn't make much of an impression.

Bill was a bit nonplussed at Dani's response: He'd been trying to start a conversation, not get a cheap compliment. Of course he had to admit that Dani had a crowd of people clamoring for her attention. He was free to focus on her, while she had an audience to satisfy.

He watched and listened for a few more moments. It struck him just how much she was playing to the crowd. Like many girls her age, she apparently didn't realize that a lack of artifice could be just as refreshing as a lack of makeup.

He began typing another PM: You don't have to try so hard, you know. These guys are already drooling after you.

The sex kitten thing is alright, if you need to do it, but what they really want to see is the honest enjoyment of a real young girl.

Take a moment and think about them... all those guys sitting out there, watching you...

Can you feel their eyes on you?

How many boyfriends have you had, Dani? How many guys, before today, have seen your breasts?

 

[danilicious]

Kate smiled and teased the camera, with each tip received picking up the bottle of baby oil and acting like she was going to squirt it on her panties before reminding the room of how many more tokens it would take. New private messages came in and she tried to give each some attention, without spending too much time. "Only 600 tokens left, boys," she cooed into the camera. "What's the matter, pimp? You don't want a peak?" she teased bigpimp69, who was making lots of comments, but hadn't tipped in a while. A moment later, she had a 50 token tip from him.

Another private message came in from badman and without even reading it she began to type one the lines she had already used many times with some of the other guys, but then his message caught her eye. She felt her brow furrow for a moment before catching herself and forcing a smile. What did he mean, I don't have to try so hard? Then almost as if he had read her mind or maybe he noticed the change in her expression, another message came in, followed shortly by a third, fourth and fifth.

She felt her stomach turn, his questions bringing out every thought that she had pushed from her mind the whole time since hitting that Start Show button. She had tried not to think about the guys watching and until now had been pretty successful at it. In her mind, she had turned the whole thing into a game with no one really on the other side. Just words coming back as though her own computer were doing it to spare her feelings. Even the ringing of tokens had somehow made the whole thing feel impersonal. Now all of a sudden everything felt very personal. Her smile had faded. The shirt had made her feel protected but it might as well not have been there and now she was, she looked at the screen, 350 tokens from exposing her pussy to them. All those creepy eyes, that craved to believe that she were underage, a notion that she had never really dissuaded even though she was 19, like her profile clearly stated. Whether he were trying to help her, or simply get her attention, badman had scratched the surface on every doubt and reservation that she had.

Part of her wanted to boot him from her room, and try to push everything back out of mind, but she needed a moment to compose herself. "Request a private show," she responded back. She could see her breasts rising and falling with each heavy, nervous breath. She wanted out of the room, where she suddenly felt so vulnerable. If she ever did come back, it wouldn't be good for business to simply disappear without warning so close to the goal she had set. She needed to get into a private show and the only person she could count on was the man who had seen right through her.

 

[Blase]

Wow.

Bill would have raised an eyebrow, but he'd never mastered the trick.

That got her attention.

Despite his concerns about going off the deep end and blowing a wad of cash, there was no way he was going to refuse when a model was actually asking him to take her private. A couple mouse clicks, a couple moments, and more then a couple dollars later, he and Dani had the privacy she'd asked for.

Alone at last , he typed, then paused as he took a longer look at the expression on Dani's face.

Are you alright? he added.

 

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Kate wasn't sure what she would do or say after clicking the button to accept his request for a private show, and for a moment, she just stared into the camera, thankful to have all those eyes off her, a chance to regroup. She had moved back to her seat at her desk, her webcam showing her face staring back at her with a clenched jaw and her breasts rising and falling with each deep, calming breath. He had obviously noticed the change in her demeanor and even as she opened her lips to speak, she was unsure of what would come out. "Why couldn't you just keep your mouth shut?" she said sounding defeated and a little bit angry. She wanted to be angry at him for shattering her delusion, but she was more angry, well not even angry, disgusted with herself.

She didn't bother waiting for him to type a response. "You wanted to get my attention? You wanted to see the enjoyment of a young girl?" Her tone had softened considerably and her face began to loosen as she composed herself. She waited a second and spoke again, not wanting to give him time to respond, not particularly wanting to see what he had to say. It made her feel like she was talking to herself as she tried to forget about the pair of eyes on the other end of the cam. A cute little pout crossed her lips. "Well, you got my attention." She took a pair of scissors from her desk and brought the, down to her flat stomach, letting them cut through the fabric, which spread wider with each cut, until she paused at the center of her breasts. As the shirt separated into a wide V, it clung to her breasts, barely concealing her nipples. Her soft creamy white skin of the middle and underside of her breasts glistened from the oil. She looked at herself and giggled, starting to enjoy herself once again, thinking about putting on a similar show for her boyfriend sometime soon. He would love this. Her voice was a slightly higher pitch now, more carefree. Her face looked impish. "Until tonight, only 5 guys had seen my breasts. Should I cut off the rest?"

 

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Katie.

All at once, as she glared into the camera, Bill knew who Dani reminded him of: his neighbors' girl who'd lived next door with her parents until they'd moved away five years ago. But she'd been fourteen at that time, and Dani's profile gave her age as...

Oh, shit.

Oh... wow.

Bill was glad that Dani couldn't see his face just then. The situation was complicated enough, just at the moment, without introducing his sudden suspicion.

And what interesting complications: the challenge of her question, the softening of her expression and her voice.

Let the private show begin...

Stand up for me, Dani.

 

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Kate stood and took a couple steps back from the cam, allowing a view of her slender legs in her little white panties that were a bit see through from the oil running down her body, and the shirt that clung to her small breasts, barely keeping them covered. She held the scissors in her right hand, unsure of where badman might be going with this. Standing there, she felt nervous. All of the other times that she had stood and danced it had been to placate the crowd. This had seemed more like a command, and for some reason she complied. She giggled, although she wasn't sure why as she turned slowly from side to side, her hips swaying a bit to the music that was still playing in the background. "What now, badman?" She giggled again. What the fuck was with that giggle? Maybe it was the nerves or just the awkward silence. When there had been other guys in the room, there had always been chatter, something occupy her mind, but now she felt like she were in a fish bowl, treading water for fear of drowning. "What can I do for you?"

 

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You can own what you're doing, Bill thought. But his explanation to Dani was less direct.

Use the scissors again, Dani. Slit the sides of your panties from the bottoms of the leg holes to just under the waistband.

Without waiting for her to comply, he followed with a question: Did any of the five guys who have seen your breasts take your shirt off for you, Dani?

Do you remember what it's like to close your eyes and raise your hands high, high over your head, and then it happens... your shirt comes off and you're not doing it... Your bra comes unhooked and you're not doing it...

And then you're bare...

Do you remember, Dani...?

 

[danilicious]

As Kate leaned forward a bit to read the words from the screen, the split fabric of her shirt slid a little further to the side, exposing the dark pink hint of each of her nipples. The nervous smile faded from her lips as she glanced down at the scissors, then back at the screen trying to figure out exactly what she was being instructed to do, or at least what the result would be. The physics of her panties seemed allusive, and she just could place whether this would expose her.

The metal felt cold against her skin and pulled the left leg of her panties away before slowly letting the blades slice through the elastic around her leg, causing the panties to loosen from her leg with the pop of the band. She had forgotten about the eyes watching her, engrossed in her little project, wondering what the final result would look like. After reaching the thin waistband, she moved the blades to her other leg, this time anticipating that first little pop of the elastic. There was something she had loved about that first cut, and she could feel herself becoming aroused. When she finished, she looked at herself on her own screen. The legs of her panties hung loose and had pulled away from the two inch strip of white fabric that covered her, connecting the waistband to the back of the thong. Her cheeks had flushed, she breathed heavily and with both her shirt and panties cut her body looked ready to be ravaged.

She blinked her eyes twice and refocused on the additional messages she had received, and the memories of boys eagerly pulling her shirt over her head and releasing her flooded her mind. Despite all of the passion in those moments, she did notice a stark contrast between that and those scissors. She imagined her boyfriend cutting her shirt and panties as she had. The scissors didn't wait for her to lift her arms, or tug one way or the other around her chin, nose or hair. The scissors exposed her with a pop. She felt her body tingle at the thought. She looked directly back into the camera without saying a word. She didn't know what to say but her eyes were burning, screaming out to her viewer that she needed more.

 

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Got her.

Bill's heart rate quickened as Dani obeyed him and then simply stood waiting, apparently gone non-verbal.

Despite the images that raced through his head, Bill wouldn't let himself rush. This was a moment that would never come again; it was to be savored. Dani (Katie, an increasingly sure voice in the back of his mind said)...

Katie was to be savored.

Take the pillow from the bed, he typed. Hold it in front of yourself... down there.

 

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Kate wasn't quite sure what had come over her. She had spent all night trying to keep things impersonal, but in just a few minutes thing had become very personal. She had been through a whole range of emotions, but now for the first time all night, she was turned on, really turned on. Nothing about her look at that moment was fake. She had never been really good at hiding her emotions and she knew that now, she must look like a wreck, a very horny wreck. She should have been thinking about the tokens, tips. She should have been encouraging him to tip for each request, but tokens had slipped from her mind almost entirely. She wasn't sure if there was anything that she wouldn't do if he told her too.

She leaned forward to read his next comment, while the image of her boyfriend cutting through her clothes still hung in her mind. She pulled her pillow from the bed as he instructed, confused, and held it over her barely hidden pussy. For the life of her, she couldn't imagine what he had in store for her next.

 

[Blase]

Slowly.

Use the scissors again, Dani.

So slowly...

Finish the cuts on your panties.

 

[danilicious]

"You want me to cut them off?" her voice sounding confused, nervous and excited all at once. Her voice sounded a little high pitched as she said it and she figured that this guy had her pegged as some kind of loser. This was so not her. What was she doing anyways? She turned around and put the pillow back down on the bed, bending over just a bit as she did showing the camera her round little ass as she picked the scissor back up from the bed. "Are you sure you want me to cut them off?"

 

[Blase]

Are you saying that you don't need the pillow to hide behind? Bill responded.

Because this was all about showing you that you SHOULD be able to face me... without anything. Because there's a beauty and a power in what you are that deserves to be shown, and seen, and known.

And there's a desire within me, so simple that it's pure. It only wants. It only wants YOU.

There's no room between us for shame; no room for pretense. Only for the honesty of what we are: male and female.

You still have a scissors in your hand, Dani.

 

[danilicious]

As badman's messages flashed onto the screen, Kate leaned forward to read them. She caught a glimpse of the crunched her own face crunched up with confusion and awkwardness. If nothing else his messages struck her as weird. She had never heard anyone talk like that before, and it struck her as a bit rehearsed. She wasn't entirely sure whether to be flattered or creeped out, but whatever it was, she immediately became more self aware.

There was a part of her that just wanted to comply. She couldn't explain it. It didn't make any sense and was not at all like her. Another part of her wanted to lunge at the computer, shut down that fucking cam and forget that any of this had ever happened, well at least after collecting the relatively nice haul that she had "earned." Either way, she decided to put down the pillow. Holding it there in front of her just felt silly and she wondered why he had even bothered to have her pick it up. She stared back into the camera, frozen with her eyes open wide and the scissors in her hand. She took a step forward, the cut material of her panties shifting a bit, for a moment giving badman just a hint of what her pussy might look like. She took a couple deep breaths, as though she were preparing for physical pain, like the waistband of those panties were somehow a part of her. She let out a small gasp as she felt the sharp blades slice through the band, that thin piece of fabric merely dangling there, exposing almost half of her shaved pussy. She moved the scissors to the other side, and made that cut more quickly as though she were trying to get it over with before she lost her nerve. With that cut, her panties dropped to the floor, and she stood there exposed wondering if her wobbly legs would continue to hold her.

 

[Blase]

Bill caught his breath as Katie's panties fell away, but her only let himself pause for a second. He wanted the totality of Katie, and it would never happen if it didn't happen right then.

Stand proud, Dani, he typed.

Now the shirt.

Stand proud for me, Dani.