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Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Gfriend/VIVIZ, SinB, technically also Yerin, talking about futa!Eunseo, feet stuff I think, weak-ass spanking, developing new kinks, a worldwide circle jerk

Fancam, Basically (Part 1 of 2)

SinB finally set up the last of her decorations. She sat back and looked at them with pride. They were perfect for packing up and concealing in a small duffel bag, yet large enough to drown the field of view of the camera in a dazzlingly fluffy display of luxury.

The camera was top of the line, and she had a dedicated computer as well. It was only average in terms of specs, but the custom software it contained was exclusive to SinB thanks to a few strings she’d pulled.

Her clothes were less exclusive, but no less perfect for the situation. For bottoms, a pale pink miniskirt over a black barely-there string thong. On top, a hot pink sheer cardigan, wide open so as not to hide the soft pastel pink lacy tank top. The only piece of clothing she was wearing that wasn’t easily visible was her black bra, which was cut so low that it only half-covered her nipples and matched her strappy stiletto heels.

An extra piece had been added to her ensemble recently: a crazy, jeweled, feathery, horned masquerade mask given to her at a fanmeet, but it sat idly on the table next to her computer along with her modest pile of equally modest sex toys. She didn’t plan on wearing it, but it was an appropriate decoration anyway.

With an excited shiver, SinB sat down on the fuzzy rug in front of the camera, shifted her bluetooth keyboard and mouse into positions that would make them easy to reach, and logged in to CamDream under her fantastically clever alias:

GeeBeeSeeBee

SinB flipped on the camera and watched her indicator light change from red to yellow. Preview mode. She had her idol status to protect, so she didn’t trust CamDream’s preview screen. Instead, she had her own installed. She would see her preview on monitor one, her chat and various other CamDream features on monitor two, and monitor three was for any extras, like watching anybody else’s camera feed. SinB was cautious. She always did a full systems check.

Camera: preview mode, of course.

Necessary application windows: open and appropriately distributed.

Paraphernalia like dildos and water: within reach.

Toe tattoo: very well-hidden.

Camera stand: bolted into the floor.

Phone: silent mode, and…

SinB squeezed her phone so hard her knuckles went white. She smashed the answer button.

“Fuck do you want?!”

Yerin snickered snidely. “I see you’re sticking to your biweekly schedule there.”

“Shut up you goddamn insect!” SinB shouted into the microphone. Hearing Yerin’s gasp of ear pain was mildly satisfying, but she couldn’t help but scold herself mentally. She had tried to avoid a confrontation with Yerin about what happened during her Russian ski trip. But that was a bad idea. She had hoped that if she pretended not to know anything, Yerin would eventually figure GeeBeeSeeBee wasn’t actually her and drop the issue.

Clearly, she should have known Yerin was more persistent than that.

“Hey now Beeb, no need to get your dildo in a twist! I’mma just teasing you!”

Part of the benefit of Yerin dropping the issue would have been that the obsessive bitch would still watch GeeBeeSeeBee’s show, still unsure if it was really SinB or not. Not that SinB hadn’t fantasized about that; confounding Yerin, letting Yerin jill off to the sight of a girl just for looking like her, maybe saying something like “Yerin is my bias” and hearing her scream in orgasm, meeting for breakfast the next day and acting like nothing happened while Yerin couldn’t help but hump a pillo—

“I don’t give a shit, Yerin! Just… let me do my fucking thing and I’ll let you do yours!”

She couldn’t hang up fast enough. She heard Yerin’s giggles, and spiked her phone to the rug. Despite her rage, she continued her systems check.

Extra face camera: in position to alert her if she dipped too far down.

Voice modulator: set to slightly higher pitch and minor distortion.

In-ear: functional.

Mood lighting: perfect.

Background tunes: sexy.

Phone: still silent but blinking…

SinB slammed the phone’s screen. Yerin’s text was equally as infuriating as her call. So, if my FUCKING thing happens to be watching your show…

Conceding victory to Yerin was not an option. She texted back immediately. how bout you dont watch SHIT you whore

Mmm. I bet I can get Eunha to make you call me that in person while you sit on my face. Please call me a whore in person. I want it sooo bad!

SinB tried to come up with a threatening response, but before she could type it up, another text from Yerin came through.

Oh wow. I don’t know why I didn’t think to invite Eunha to watch this camgirl with me. I bet she’d love her.

SinB’s eyes flicked back and forth between the time and the steadily blinking text cursor at the top of her phone’s keyboard. It was nearly time for the show to start. Not that she really cared about punctuality, but there were people already in the chat expressing their adoration for GeeBeeSeeBee. She sent more texts, hoping it would get her point across, spray-and-pray style.

fuck you

bitch

i will fucking murder you jung

i will sit your goddam throat

slit*

nobody

will find

your corsp

She flung her phone out of sight. She didn’t need the kind of negativity Yerin was putting on her. Show nights were special. SinB could admit that she loved being desired despite her anonymity, but admitting that she loved all of the sex acts Eunha had been putting her through for months was out of the question. Even more out of the question was admitting that she really, really, really wished that Yerin would participate in them—

“FUCK YOU, YERIN!” SinB screamed so hard it hurt her throat. The other members, including Yerin, weren’t in the dorm, but she hoped Yerin could hear it echoing through the aether.

A few deep breaths did a decent job at calming her down. She still fully intended to go through with her show, so with one minute remaining until her scheduled start time, she scanned the chat. There were already twenty-three viewers watching the music visualization with her screen name printed over it. Nearly all of those would be her regulars. Either they were notified by email or app, or they had her schedule memorized. The newbies and the randos would come later.

The messages zipping past at breakneck speed warmed her heart in the weirdest way, especially the ones from her regulars, or “lovers,” as she liked to call her little personal perverted fanclub. Bro I got the dono money toniiite!; face revel today i can feel it; hell yes! you are the best; thicc thicc thicc thicc THIIICCCCC THIGHS; No guys, GBSB is the best. But yes, you’re still a legend.; think she’ll show her feet again?; Full nude show beginning to end! Save your donos for the action!; action all the way; lul the feet thing was from some random rich ass donor dont count on it; already jerking off omggggg; gonna be hawt af; I hope her internet doesn’t crash again; What? She’s not that thicc. But I would die in her thighs, yes.

SinB looked down at her thighs. They were very slightly thicker than normal. She hadn’t restarted her workouts. She smiled and pinched her own leg. If her lovers were into a tiny little bit of chub, she was happy to provide it.

She clicked the countdown button on CamDream’s streamer page. The yellow indicator light flashed once, twice, three times. The green one joined it for another one, two, three flashes. Finally, the green flashed on its own. SinB struck a pose, going full pinup girl mode. One hand on the small of her back to create the illusion of a deeper arch, the other sweeping her cardigan back and pinching back her tank top to make her still-toned figure more obvious. She even pursed her lips for an air kiss at the face cam. Not that anyone would see it but her.

Three…

Two…

One…

Showtime.

“Hellooo lovers,” SinB said with perfect timing and all the charisma she cared to glean out of her veteran idol career.

It was time for them to get off on her body. She’d get off on that. They’d get off on her getting off, and she’d get off on that. It was the kind of cycle that, in SinB’s experience, would get really, really, really vicious.

The already-speedy chat window went supersonic as viewers swarmed in and SinB turned herself side to side. Her stiletto’d heels pressed into the backs of her thighs in turn. She leaned forward, letting the bra do what pushup work it could to give her any amount of cleavage. Her pitch black hair was just getting long enough again to tickle her shoulders. With the elation she felt at seeing her lovers losing their shit, begging her for more, that tickle turned into a whole shiver. Goosebumps spread over her entire body, too small for the camera to pick up on.

“Boys. And. Girls! Are you excited tonight?!” SinB was feeling giddy. Show night never failed to make her forget all her troubles.

As much as she loved seeing all of the blatantly horny messages from randos, she knew the chat was moving too fast for her to be able to read anything from anyone who mattered. She slipped a hand out of sight of the camera and tapped in the keyboard shortcut for slow chat mode. It didn’t prevent anyone from posting. It simply superimposed messages from a preselected list of users, or with attached donations, over the top of everybody else’s.

“I know I’m excited! I even got all dressed up for you, lovers. See?” SinB backed away from the camera and, still on her knees, modeled her effective lack of “dressed up.”

She bit her lower lip at the sight of herself on the preview monitor. Her skirt didn’t fully cover her goods at this angle. Her labia, split down the center by her minuscule thong, were visible on screen, and not even in a subtle way. SinB looked like the trashiest fantasy slut, absolutely whorish, and behind her anonymous veil, she was completely in lust with herself.

SinB turned around, propping one leg up on her heel while the other stayed down. She spread her ass with one hand, briefly admiring the way her hot pink nail polish looked digging into the flesh of her butt cheek. Even more than the front, the back of the thong was practically nothing. Thanks to her dancer’s flexibility, she was free to admire the rim of her asshole on the monitor.

“Oh no!” SinB squealed in a mockish falsetto. “I think my juicy ass ate most of the fabric!”

The chat rapidly filled with “lol”s and peach emoji.

“Thank fuck someone gets my humor,” SinB said before closing her legs and plopping back to her knees in front of the camera.

A couple of smaller private chat windows popped up to the side. akibangerooni said, Damn gurl! I have a dono here to make you undress for the whole night but thats hot as shit! Should I wait? and jinnielikestitties asked, How much tonight baby?

SinB was a well-oiled machine when it came to interacting with fans. She responded to jinnielikestitties in the private chat, fingers flying across her keyboard, for you honey just 500 while out loud, she hummed. “I don’t know, aki. It sounds like you’re going to be everybody’s big hero for the night, so you get to choose.”

Almost instantly, the sound clip indicating a massive donation blasted through the computer speakers. In the main chat, akibangerooni sent an animated emote of GeeBeeSeeBee flashing her gold star nipple pasties at the camera. It was accompanied by a glowing notification of the donation.

It wasn’t that SinB needed the money. She just wanted to avoid setting an expectation that models were working on CamDream for free. In fact, she most often ended her show nights by going into incognito mode and re-donating her earnings for the night to any other models she found herself attracted to. She liked watching their reactions to the big numbers.

“Five thousand spades?! Did you see that everybody? This fuckin perv aki wants me naked!”

Pulling the important chat window to the side to see the other one, SinB smirked at the enormous wave of randos exclaiming their horniness into oblivion. There were a couple hundred of them now. The things they said would earn them a set of swift kicks in real life, but in the GeeBeeSeeBee chat they were not only welcome but enthusiastically encouraged.

SinB didn’t really bother reading the reactions in either chat. She knew what they were saying. And having chatted with akibangerooni on numerous occasions, she knew what the answer to her next question would be. But still, she wanted to ask, and see his direct feedback.

“So aki, you gross, filthy boy. Do you want a sexy little strip tease, or do you want me naked as fast as I can get naked?”

The private donation for five hundred spades came in from jinnielikestitties, and SinB opened up a view for her webcam on monitor three. Jinnie was a chubby girl with exceptionally cute eyes that made SinB want to cream instantly. She also liked to play with her hefty tits while SinB passively watched. She was just the first of a dozen or so cams that SinB would have simultaneously open by the end of the night. SinB didn’t say anything out loud to avoid embarrassing her, but gave her a subtle thumbs up and watched for her to do the same.

“No strip tease?! Nakey nakey tits and bakey it is then! You dirty beast.”

A few more minor donations came in while SinB practically ripped her way out of her clothes. Ten spades a piece, good for one light spank each. They were so commonplace that she never even acknowledged them out loud.

SinB’s skin crawled in the most wonderful way as she sat back down. The viewer count had already jumped to three hundred and thirty-eight. Every one of those eyes, intent on drinking in every bare inch of her. Those ears, eagerly awaiting her pleasured moans. Hands on more than three hundred cocks or pussies in her honor. SinB recalled an interview in which someone had implied that idols got a sort of high off of a crowd. The implication wasn’t wrong. It was a rush. The kind of rush that soaked SinB’s panties—or lack thereof—and demanded that she fill her pussy with something. But she still had a donor to please.

“Sorry aki,” she said, “These shoes weren’t made for quick extraction, ya know?” Of course, the crowd could entertain themselves with her jiggling, perky tits while she struggled. She still had a buckle and half a dozen straps to get through on each shoe.

Halfway through the first shoe, SinB was interrupted by another large donation. It was another of her lovers, CertifiedCoomerboy. Two thousand spades. The regulars were dumping their wallets. The message was public, and was already getting positive feedback: hey can you plz show us your feet while you do that?

SinB’s first instinct was to do what he asked. She leaned back and started to lift her knee, but she paused to curse Yerin out in her head for almost definitely being the one to incept the foot fetish into her lover’s mind two weeks earlier. She wondered if it had been incepted into hers too. She had opted for a pedicure earlier in the day and had thoroughly enjoyed it. If she’d let her mind wander, the foot massage might have made SinB put her hand down her pant—

“Yeah! Yup! Sure can! Just let me, uh…”

After a bit of experimentation with the angle in the camera, SinB propped one leg up on the opposite knee. With the shoe removed, she wiggled her toes inches away from the camera. Her toenail polish was pink, like on her fingers, but darker. Yerin had suggested the color.

SinB smacked her forehead. She shouldn't have let Yerin go with her. Now it was going to be obvious. But of course, Yerin had figured her out already.

"I got a pedicure today, so you fuckin better appreciate this, CCB!"

Another message with a smaller donation came up from him. yes mistress gbsb! I love your toes so much

"Then you shouldn't be typing. You should have both hands on your cock. Imagine it between my feet." SinB didn’t know where her ranting was coming from. "My, uh… soles squeezing down on either side. Stare at my toes until your mind goes numb, because I had them painted up all pretty just for you, lovers."

She stared at herself in the preview cam, wondering if that was taking it too far. With a shake of her head, she shifted to the other foot, angling it similarly to the first and slowly removing the straps. She knew she should go faster, per akibangerooni's request, but she suddenly wanted to see the reaction to her foot play. Surely he'd understand.

More ten spade donations. She kept a tally in her head. Viewer count was nearly four hundred.

"What are your thoughts on my heels? Like, mine, not the shoes."

All positive messages from her regulars. Except for BiggusDickus. He was normally so enthusiastic. She couldn’t imagine why he wasn't online, same as the last show. Strange. Maybe he had work.

Finally, SinB flicked her shoe off. "Hmmm. I haven't thought about foot stuff with all my girlies yet. What would I do? Rub their pussies with the pads of my feet? My shoe size may be small but I don't know if I can get these inside anyone."

A groan played in her in-ear. Jinnie was pinching her nipples. SinB grinned and was about to comment when a third private chat window appeared with a truly obscene donation of twenty thousand spades. It was from HyperSlut_GodHo. That bitch Yerin. Wooow SinB. Since when did you start liking your feet? Want me to play with you? Your feet are super cyoooot!

For the first time ever, SinB ignored a private donation.

"Enough of this, lovers! I have a story for you tonight! Before I get started…" she trailed off and got back up to her knees, facing away. She gave herself a slap on the ass. Hardly a real smack, but enough to ripple her butt cutely. "Let's see… that's one. Two. Three." It wasn't even remotely painful, even after working her way through all sixteen miniature donations.

She got another, public this time, from jinnielikestitties. It didn’t require a message, as three hundred thirty-three spades was on her donation guide, listed as "one hand nipple play."

"Thank you, Jinnie baby," is all she had to say to get another groan.

SinB leaned against the back of her set, legs spread wide, but she refused herself the pleasure of touching her clit. She had to wait. Let the crowd control her. The thrill started to build again. "Where to start? I got fucked so good two days ago."

Something SinB was willing to admit to was that she didn't actually like having her nipples played with. They were sensitive, and her partners tended to pay too much attention to them. But a request from a lover was law. She started on the right side, lightly pinching and twisting. She winced, but still moaned like a whore for the audience. Of course, she liked that her nipples were appreciated. They were incredibly cute and tiny. SinB preferred ones that looked more like Jinnie's, though, broad and deliciously dark.

"It was unplanned. We were in a mall. She was helping me pick out a new umbrella, of all things, when I realized that… God, I was just sooo fucking horny."

More small-scale donations. More viewers. SinB lifted her legs, putting her ass in view without blocking line of sight to her right boob. She spanked herself seven times and continued her mostly accurate story. “So I dragged her into a dressing room in the Second Ring shop, pushed her against the wall, and pulled down her pants.”

Another pop-up chat. Another regular asking for their camera to be turned on. Another donation made. Another camera feed opened. He was a scrawny guy with a shockingly large dick and sharp jawline. SinB gave him the thumbs up, and he returned it. A quiet moan came through from Jinnie. “Oh yes…” The night’s worldwide circle jerk was beginning with SinB at its center.

“I’ve told you about this girl before too, last month. She’s a futa, with a dick the size of my whole damn arm.”

Another camera open. SinB didn’t recognize this man. She almost giggled at his muscles overcompensating for his small penis. But he was doing his part to add to her fantasy, which is all he needed to do.

“Good thing for her I’ve been practicing my dick sucking technique.”

A sixty-seven spade donation message appeared from a new person. They visited for the first time during her last show. SinB was glad they came back after that. Sixty-seven spades was listed as 1-min funny talk (specify), and the message said pant like a bitch.

“Uuungh,” SinB moaned, interspersing long, exaggerated breaths every few words, “I slicked her up with, uuugh, my tongue as best as I could, uuugh, but she was just so big! Mmmf!” Even if they were fake, her own moans were getting her even deeper in the mood.

SinB described the blowjob in more and more detail, sometimes repeating aspects of it in greater, lewder detail. Hums of pleasure became “slutty gags,” while a tiny bit of precum became “gallons of jizz.” Of course, the entire time she avoided the most accurate version of the truth, which was that she gave Eunseo the shortest, most timid, and most nerve-wracking blowjob of all time in the least-populated, least-staffed store they could find, and Eunseo didn’t cum.

Wow. This sounds pretty over the top for you, Sin. I would love to watch you blow someone like that. The HyperSlut_GodHo private chat forced its way to the front every time a new message from her came through. The only way to stop it would be to ban Yerin from the chat. But SinB couldn’t bring herself to do it. Banning a friend would be a dick move, even if they were watching her masturbate as part of a crowd of nearly a thousand.

Eight cameras were open on monitor three by the time SinB finished her smutty story. Some absolute saint that SinB wasn’t familiar with paid for a “finisher” near the end, meaning SinB got to grab the bullet vibrator, tape it to her clit, and turn it on the highest setting until she came. And she was close. Watching eight people stroke or pump themselves off to her, some of them even having cum already, holding their cum-drenched hands up for her to see in full view, was driving SinB mad. She struggled to keep an eye open as her climax built, sucked her own fingers, spread her pussy, planted her feet firmly in the rug’s fluff. It was coming. The best part of every show night. She was coming. The only thing that could stop it would be…

HyperSlut_GodHo’s donation of exactly six hundred sixty-six thousand, six hundred and sixty-six spades.

The vibrator shut off unceremoniously. It was just plain off. Some guy in one of the camera windows actually said “What” as if that wasn’t the only word on SinB’s mind. She screamed it too, seconds later, “WHAT?!”

Nobody had ever stopped a “finisher” before. Sure, they could request smaller denials, like “stop fingering” or “pinch your thigh” but SinB had specifically made the “finisher denial” prohibitively expensive. It wasn’t just “dang, that’s a lot” kind of money required for that many spades. It was the kind of money that could change the lives of the grand majority of models on CamDream or any other similar website. The ridiculous, life-altering cost was meant to ensure that nobody would ever try to interrupt one of SinB’s ridiculous, mind-altering orgasms. She wanted a jelly brain! Why wasn’t her brain jelly?!

The main chat was dead. The cams were silent. Even the background chat of horny non-contributors was moving significantly more slowly. After a moment, Jinnie started to speak, her voice electrified by her poor-quality microphone, “D-did the battery go o—”

Jinnie was interrupted by a blast of noise. A loud, low, seductive woman’s giggle. Every model on CamDream hoped to hear that laugh a few times a year, but often only heard it once or twice in their career. “Lilith’s Cheer,” or so it was called, was just one of the many sounds that played for donations. In this case, for donations larger than fifty thousand spades. But for how much Yerin paid, the sound should have been a reading of HyperSlut_GodHo’s public message. Sorry! No cummies for you yet!

SinB screamed incoherently, torn between screaming about not cumming and just finishing herself off, and screaming about the money. It was all still a performance. Models didn’t get on CamDream for nothing. She struggled to find words. Something that would put Yerin in her place without giving everything away.

“Ff-- Th-thank you!” She failed. Her head, entirely deprived of orgasm, swam with rage. But she couldn’t stop. “Thank… Thank you so m-much! Oh god, that’s… so much. Th-thank you, H-HyperSlut! Thank you, thank you, thank y-you!”

She grabbed her keyboard. Her mind was only partially jelly, but her fingers felt weak, so her typing was slow and mostly utilized the muscles of her forearms. She navigated to HyperSlut_GodHo’s private chat and smashed the worst, most capitalized profanities and insults she could hazily imagine into the poor, helpless keys. FUCK. YOU; STUPI CUNT; GET BAK HRRE nOW; ILL RIP YU A NEW TWATS; YOU WANA DIE ThAT BADHUH; UR SPINE WILL B MY DILDO

And yet, her mouth continued to pour out the gratitude like a bitter wine. It’s what any normal person would do when given approximately two years’ salary all at once. “Thank you so fucking much! I ca-- I can’t believe it. Thank you!” SinB wondered if she was going to develop a complex from the thankful, angry, horny trichotomy.

Meanwhile, the chats were back up and running at full speed. Everybody was understandably—frustratingly—expressing thanks and admiration to HyperSlut_GodHo. Even the virtually-present audience of webcammers were wiping jizz and lube off their hands to type big props to GeeBeeSeeBee’s new, most generous patron. Yerin ignored SinB’s messages to respond to the main chat with humility, spouting some shit about just trying to do her part for her favorite model, pseudo-lying about how she’d actually been watching for years.

After grumbling some of the anger out of her system, SinB attempted to move on. “Wow, that sure is amazing. Gosh… I don’t know what to do. Guess we should, um, continue with the cum show, hm?”

Some woman with her webcam on had the gall to laugh. But SinB realized she was just enjoying the performance in her own way. She gushed a little, and mentally begged for a humiliation kink to not become part of that new complex. Or a begging kink, for that matter. Shit.

“I-I mean, uh… should we let Ye-- HyperSlut control the sh-show... for the rest of the night?”

There were a couple of dissenters in the chat, but not nearly as many as SinB had hoped for. ya! i think she deserves; if she wants more feet I think so yes; Hell ye bro! I thought I was dono god but its her now!; noone gonna ? wer all the $ is from; cool with me; By all means.; lets do it"

SinB scowled. It's what her lovers wanted, her compliance could still be justified.

"Okay, but HyperSlut, if any more of my lovers donate, I may have to interrupt to do what they want."

Affirmations of love and appreciations of sluttiness scrolled by, along with one message from HyperSlut_GodHo. No pressure if the answer is no, but is there any chance you have a way to cover your face so you can get closer to the camera?

“Uhhh.” SinB’s eyes drifted over to her pile of sex toys. Normally she would say no, but as long as the option was available, she might as well agree. Of fucking course she would Chekhov herself.

“Um, yeah. I do. Give me a sec.”

The mask felt heavy in her hands, like it was full of impending regrets, scandals, and at least one ended career. But she had effectively two years of wages available to cash in from spades now if all went poorly, so she figured it would all be worth at least one incredible orgasm. The mask felt much lighter once it was secured around her cheeks. Obviously, regrets, scandals, and careers were technically abstract concepts with no physical weight to them.

SinB checked herself out in her face cam first, verifying that every angle she could manage to see herself in wouldn’t show enough of her face to reveal her identity. It was strange how such a simple covering was such an efficient disguise. She barely recognized herself.

“Okay, lovers. You all better f-fucking compliment my lipstick.”

It was like the start of a new show. Every person on monitor three was leaning toward their screen, already masturbating furiously. SinB’s heart raced. They were all so excited. That made SinB excited. There went the cycle again. She didn’t even have the patience to count down from three.

Showtime!

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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