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I shifted on my feet and peered one way then the other in the crowded bar. I didn’t like large crowds. I could handle them but I usually didn’t volunteer to be in the midst of shit like this. I looked over at my group of friends standing together, laughing at a small table in the corner.
Calvin, Orion, and Leon were all gathered and laughing with beers in their hands. I let my eyes trail from them to the bar and automatically adjusted my stance when my eyes fell on her—Jezebel.
That wasn’t her real name of course. It was the name she used when she posed on camera—naked, horny, and panting.
Her real name was Jiselle and Jiselle was fucking beautiful.
She was even prettier than she’d been the first time I’d seen her.
I’d known Jiselle for at least half of my life in some way. We’d gone to middle and high school together. She’d been so sweet it was disgusting back then. We hadn’t been close. She’d stuck with the cheerleaders. I’d won several state chess competitions and hadn’t gotten popular until I was a senior, on the wrestling team with her older brother. We’d always existed just outside each other’s orbit.
I hadn’t been looking for her when I found her cam site. It had been sent to me by another friend from high school, someone who knew me and Jiselle’s brother and thought it was crazy.
Is that Rene’s little sister???
The message had been simple and I’d ignored it until the next day when curiosity had gotten the best of me. I’d expected to see her nude, sure, but I hadn’t expected to find all things Jiselle just laid bare for the world to see.
She was live when I viewed her site. She’d been sitting on her living room floor, eating takeout straight out of the container and talking about the most recent horror movie she’d seen. I’d stared at her for an hour before I lost access and had been forced to buy a subscription. I paid for the full year up front and immediately started sending her gifts.
It had only taken one private message from her to get me hooked. It had been easy enough to find her using her account. I had the money for the best PI in the game to hunt her down. I’d told myself I wouldn’t use the information, but now here I was, standing in the bar where she worked.
I’d been keeping up with her ever since I’d found her.
She was a runner. She ran every single morning at relatively the same time. I appreciated and hated it. I loved that she had a schedule and was dedicated to keeping up with it, even with her late nights, but it was hard for me to understand why a woman as beautiful and seemingly smart as her would ever fall into a schedule easy enough for me to pick up on after just three weeks of tailing her.
Typically, she ran every morning at six. She did three miles, finishing in thirty minutes or less. She worked from home Monday through Thursday, either filming for her adult content page or live streaming. She worked at a bar on weekends.
She dedicated Sundays to adjusting her life for the upcoming week. She did her laundry and grocery shopping. She straightened her naturally curly hair in the morning and got her nails and toes done that afternoon. She spoke to her divorced parents and older brother sporadically.
She went to the gym every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. She started her day with yoga on Tuesday and Thursdays. She did Pilates on Saturdays. She recorded her pedicures and let her subscribers have a bidding war to decide what color she put on her toes. The winner got a video of the entire process.
I’d spent hours watching her online but seeing her in person was so fucking different it was insane. She was gorgeous, with shoulder length curly hair straightened, resting a little below her shoulders. She wore a skimpy black top that tied around her neck, held together by three pieces of string and a pair of tight ass animal print pants. She kneeled on the bar with a wide smile on her face and just looking at her was enough for me to fall prey to her siren call.
I made a beeline toward her.
I stopped just a little bit away.
Jiselle wore a pretty little smirk on her face, holding a shot with a small plastic cup beside her. A man leaned into her, staring at her tits instead of that perfect fucking face of hers.
I wanted to break his fucking jaw.
I knew what he was here for and so did Jiselle.
This was one of the bar’s most advertised drinks and she was prepping him for a fucking twenty-five dollar shot. She leaned into him and offered him the shot. He threw it back and she didn’t even wait for him to swallow before she grabbed her plastic cup, tossed the water into his face, and slapped the taste out of his mouth.
Fuck.
This woman was perfect.
She winked at the guy and moved right on to the next one. I watched her do two more Hurricane shots before I exhaled and pushed my way through. As soon as I got to the bar, some short little thing crawled across it toward me.
“Hey there.” She blinked up at me and I could admit she was cute but she wasn’t Jiselle. “What can I get for you, sweetheart?”
“Nothing.” I gave her a small smile and pointed at Jiselle who was smacking another man. “I’ll wait for her.”
“You sure?”