Tethered
Authors: M.L. Young
Tethered
M.L. Young
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Editor: Laura LaTulipe
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances of characters to actual persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. The author, M.L. Young, holds exclusive rights to this work.
Copyright © 2013 by M.L. Young
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Chapter One
“And that’s why it’s so painful for cats to have sex,” Mr. Rothgard, my biology teacher
, exclaimed passionately as he answered some slacker’s question.
A
n air of discomfort surrounded us as Mr. Rothgard pressed his hands together and scanned the room for more questions to answer. We were incredibly close to midterms, and the fear was tangible. So many students, all unprepared, were scrambling to learn an entire half a semester’s worth of material in just a single night. It was Thursday, and with our midterm tomorrow, a good test could mean a great weekend full of partying and celebration. All of the slackers would get by and have another two months before they had to do this all over again when finals came.
It was all like that
—except for me. Besides the fact that I’ve never been a huge party type, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. All of my friends were waiting for me online. Well, I wouldn’t quite call them friends, but clients and cheerleaders. Yeah, that was it—cheerleaders. Nobody, not even my roommate Morgan knew, but I was a cam model. Almost every night, aside from stressful ones like this where I needed to study and stick to my books, I got on my webcam and well, stripped and stuff for horny men that were hiding behind their computers. It was really a good thing, with it all happening on this website MingleCam. I would go on, guys and girls came to the rooms, and if they liked what they saw they could tip me coins that I would then cash in for money from the site. I knew it wasn’t as respected as working in a store, but it paid my bills—barely.
Nobody knew I did it, and I luckily had never run into any of the guys who watched me, not that I’d even know who they were. Aside from me being on cam, it was completely anonymous, which I liked. I’d made a lot of cool friends on there, although I didn’t know if they’d still be my friend if I didn’t finger myself for their coins.
As I fiddled with my pen, the black cap all frazzled and chewed from the last stressful quiz, Mr. Rothgard wrote a few last minute things on the board that he claimed we’d need to know
. Biology wasn’t my best subject. Although my major was accounting, biology was a required general education class, which I had put off for as long as I could. If I didn’t hold an interest and pass it this semester, I was looking at pushing back my college career by an entire semester while I tried to play catch up.
That
was enough to hold my interest.
“
Well, if there aren’t any more questions, then you may go for the night. I will be in my office until five, so please feel free to come and see me if you need some extra help,” Mr. Rothgard said as he grabbed his leather briefcase.
The entire class shuffled to get up and I, in an act of stupidity and speed, dropped my notebook on the ground
. Close to a dozen papers fell onto the stairs as students stepped all over them on their way out.
“Great,” I mumbled under my breath
, as I bent from my seat to gather the papers.
“Here, let me help you
.” I glanced up, as hair fell in front of my face, to see who offered to help me.
“Oh, thank you,” I said shyly.
It was Tom.
Tom wanted to help me
. To say I was smitten was an understatement. Blond hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin, which was wrapped by a green polo shirt with one of those little emblems on the chest. I hadn’t talked to him before, but I knew who he was—and I wanted was to know him even better.
“It’s no problem
. I’m sorry all of those people stepped on your papers,” he said as we both reached for the same paper and our hands touched.
I quickly pulled away like a shy little schoolgirl, and Tom smiled as he stood up with some of my papers in his hands.
“Have a good day, Chloe,” he said with a smile as he handed me the papers and walked down the stairs.
He knows my name?
As I watched him walk down the stairs, his butt pushing back and forth through his dark-washed jeans, I felt a little hiccup in my stomach as a warm feeling pulsed through me.
“Have a good evening,” Mr. Rothgard said as he walked out of the classroom.
My concentration was broken and I saw the students from the next class starting to pile in as I still sat in my seat like an idiot. I quickly pushed my papers into my oversized bag, traipsed down the stairs, and into the hallway, where I felt as though I were in a wildebeest scene in some nature documentary. Herds of students, all trying to get to class, barged into each other as time ticked away just as quickly as the air coming in and out of their lungs. Luckily, I was done for the day, and I could go do my homework before getting ready to get on cam and hopefully rake in some much needed rent money.
•••
I lived in an apartment that was situated right on the main street of campus. Our campus was rather large, about twenty-five thousand students, and that meant a lot of noise and a lot of pedestrians outside our place at all times. The noise factor was out of this world, and it did make my cam sessions a little awkward when you’d hear some drunk guy screaming outside. Needless to say, those things have ruined a few of my sessions.
I walked in to
find Morgan pacing around our living room, which was furnished with cheap sofas and chairs that we got at the thrift store. The furniture was largely recycled, with graduating seniors dumping off their old stuff for a new generation and class of students to claim on the cheap. It was a good little system, although some of the choices were beyond gross and one couch we saw, but didn’t buy, was covered in a questionable liquid.
“What’s up?” I asked nervously as I took my key out of the deadbolt.
“I need to win, Chloe,” Morgan replied as she was in dead concentration.
“You’re not addicted to Bubble Bowl again are you?” I asked.
“No, Chloe, you know I gave that leech of a game up months ago. Z 106 is having a contest tomorrow for tickets to the premiere and after-party of Kurt Simmons’s new movie this weekend,” she said.
“You know you’re not going to win that thing
, Morgan. The whole city will be entering, and the chances of you getting through the line and winning are so slim. You’re just wasting your time.” I tossed my bag down on a chair and kicked off my shoes.
“But what if I do win
? Would you go with me?” she asked.
“Ugh,” I said with an exasperated voice
. “Sure, Morgan, if you win I’ll go with you.”
“Great! The premiere is Saturday, so make sure your day is free
. I’m holding you to this.” She pointed to me before walking backward and to her room.
“Yeah, great,” I said softly
, as she left the room.
I always did my studying at our table next to the window that overlooked the street. It wasn’t so bad during the day, with the only real noise coming from passing cars and the occasional student yelling at another person. My bedroom was okay at night, but my lighting was so dim and I didn’t have a desk. Sitting on my bed hunched over my books wasn’t that exciting or comfortable.
I
unzipped my bag and pulled out my biology book and notebook, as the stomped on and sneaker print stained papers spilled out onto the watermarked wooden table. I still had a couple hours before I was expected to get on cam, and I had just enough time to study the last chapter that I wasn’t confident about. It was on the reproductive systems in mammals, and for some weird reason, I didn’t know much about sex, even though I got naked for a bunch of strangers.
I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t exactly experienced
. The only guy I had sex with was during my freshman year here, and on my first night actually. I lived in the dorms then, and I was so paranoid and scared that I wouldn’t make friends that I ended up spreading my legs—as far as they would go—that first night to the first person to show me attention. Thinking back it was horrible, for he was beyond drunk and could barely keep it up long enough to do anything. We had a great two minutes of sex before he fell asleep on top of me, causing me to push him off and onto the ground. He was also the first guy I’ve ever had spend the night with me, although he
was
on the ground and only came to and left at seven in the morning, with a killer hangover. I tried not to count him, whatever his name was, but since he did get it in, even for that short amount of time, I technically wasn’t a virgin any longer.
An hour passed rather quickly and I sat back and stretched my tightened back as I looked out the window
. The sun was going down, although it wasn’t near dark yet. Students were getting ready to go out, since it was Thirsty Thursday, and that was when I saw him—Tom. I sat still, like a petrified rabbit sitting outside in hopes that a passing hawk wouldn’t see it moving before swooping down for the kill. Even though I was still, I watched closely, and saw him getting close to some girl I had never seen before. He grabbed and touched her the way I dreamt he would touch me. His hand slid down her very short and skintight black dress, as she appeared to be giggling and lightly slapped his chest. I cringed as he gave her the attention I so desperately wanted. I got a lot of attention online, but no guy had ever shown me a shred of that kind of affection—especially in public.
Tom slapped her ass and she wrapped her arm around his before they walked off in the distance and likely to Greek Row where all of the Thursday night parties were
. The sun quickly went down, and any sight I could have of the most handsome man on campus was gone as quickly as it had come. As the streetlights came on and the dozens of students walked by our building on their way to party, I knew my time studying was up and it was getting to be time to lock myself in my room for the night to pleasure the only gentlemen in my life.
•••
I sometimes tried to doll myself up for my cam sessions. Red lipstick, some sexy outfit, and a sultry pose lying down on my bed could sometimes make enough money in one night to pay for my groceries for the month. It didn’t work every night, though, but I had hoped that tonight Lady Luck would be on my side and give me what I so desperately needed: money.
I logged on the website and saw the scores of other men, women, and couples currently on the site
. It used to be beyond hard to get noticed, but now that I did, getting people to my room was something that happened naturally. You got a lot of the same guys coming in and spending their money, and making and keeping loyal fans was essential to being successful at this job.
I turned on
the cam on my computer, first to check myself out and to make sure I looked as good as I could. I was wearing short shorts and a tank top with no bra on for maximum visual effect. The guys seemed to like that, and I did everything I could to please them.
I hit the little red button to go live
, and all of a sudden, I was transported into my room where I was now broadcasting myself for the world to see.
One…three
…twenty…sixty—the guys were piling in droves to see my sexy and svelte body as I lay on my side.
“Hey, Emma
.”
One of my long-time patrons, Ramon chatted.
I went by a stage name
, if you will, while I was on cam. Even though my face was being shown and anybody I knew could see and recognize me, I have been doing this for over a year and have never had any problems. I’m not nearly popular enough here anyway to bring massive amounts of attention to myself, so I felt safe—especially after all of this time—that nobody I knew would see me.
The guys got quickly to
talking as the first few tips came in. The coin amounts weren’t much, but they were tips, and I was grateful for them.
“Take off
ur top :),”
a new guy said.
Even though the tip wasn’t huge, it was enough to meet my list goals, and I had an obligation to take off my top
. Every performer was forced to make a coin list, which outlined what they would do for various amounts of money. Some couples would do blowjobs, doggy style, strip dances, and tons of other stuff for the right amounts. Since I didn’t have a guy to do this stuff with I was at a little disadvantage, for all I could do was get naked and pleasure myself. Most of the other girls I had
researched
—in order to better myself—used toys to spice things up, but I didn’t even have those. I was as vanilla and bland as you could get, and I was beginning to think it was impacting how much people would tip.
I sat up on the bed, smiled to look like I was appreciative for the tip, and slowly shimmied my tank top before my small B-cups fell out and were exposed for all to see
. I watched the chat box as the guys went crazy, of course all giving me compliments and telling me the things they wanted to do with me. At first, the attention was nice, but after a year of getting naked for strangers, it was just everyday life. There wasn’t anything these people could say that would take me by surprise. I was sure that I had seen and read it all.
I put my top back on, blew a kiss to
“Hard4u69,” and waited patiently for the next guy to come and tip as I chatted with my patrons.
An hour went by, followed by two, and another half hour before I began to get a little tired of sitting on cam
. My midterm was tomorrow, and I had only made about one hundred coins, which came out to ten dollars. Tonight was a total bust, and it made me feel as though this was all a waste of time that could’ve been spent studying and preparing.