Chapter 1
Nicole was pent up. Her shift had just ended, and she was pissed off. But then again, she’d been pissed off for the past week.
Her second job wasn’t something she talked about—not to her coworkers, not to her friends, not to anyone. She was a cam girl. But not just any cam girl—she worked exclusively on a lesbian platform, where only women were allowed as viewers. It was one of the things she loved most about it. No creepy men, no unsolicited dick pics in her DMs. Just women—sexy, eager, generous women—watching her, craving her, worshipping her.
And she knew she deserved it.
She had perky tits, a nice plump ass, and she wanted people to know. She wanted people to tell her what to do to herself, how to make herself come.
But this past week had been hell.
A new viewer had appeared, someone with deep pockets and a cruel streak. Over four hundred bucks had been thrown her way, all with one demand: edge, edge, edge. No release. No mercy. Just drawn-out torture, night after night. And she knew they’d be there again tonight, waiting in her chat, watching her squirm, pushing her to the brink and then pulling her back.
Maybe tonight, they'd finally let her break.
She kicked off her shoes as she stepped into her apartment, groaning as she rolled her aching shoulders. The restaurant had been brutal, and she could still feel the lingering heat of the kitchen clinging to her skin. She stripped off her uniform, tossing it aside, and headed straight for the bathroom.
With practiced ease, she twisted her blonde hair into a claw clip, then turned on the shower. Warm steam filled the room as she lathered up, the sweet scent of her body wash clinging to her skin. She let her hands drift lower, fingers teasing over her breasts, brushing against her already-hard nipples.
A shaky gasp escaped her lips.
The weeks of denial had her wound up so tight that even the slightest touch sent sparks down her spine. She barely let her fingers graze her clit, but even that was too much—she was soaked, throbbing, desperate. If she applied even a little more pressure, she knew she’d unravel.
But not yet.
Not without permission.
Reluctantly, she pulled her hands away, exhaling a slow, unsteady breath. She wouldn't disappoint her viewers.
Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a plush towel and padded toward her bedroom. She rummaged through her drawers, finally settling on a red lace lingerie set—the kind that hugged her curves just right. She slid it on, adjusting the straps before turning off the main light.
Instead, she flicked on the string lights wrapped around her headboard, letting the soft glow bathe her in golden light. The way it caught her curves, casting shadows along her thighs and waist, made her look almost unreal.
Perfect.
Her chat was waiting. And tonight, maybe—just maybe—she’d finally be allowed to come.
She reached for her laptop, opening up the cam site and logging in. Within seconds, her chatroom was already filling up with familiar names and new faces alike, the screen flooding with excited messages.
SoftKitten: Finally fuck, I’ve been waiting for you all day
CherryBomb: Ugh, you’re so fucking gorgeous in red.
BlushBaby: Show us what we’ve been missing, babe
Nicole smirked, adjusting the camera angle before running a hand down her body.
"Miss me, ladies?" she purred, watching the chat explode in response.
The thrill of it always hit her in waves—the way these women craved her, how they showered her with compliments and tips just for a tease. She stretched, letting her body arch slightly, knowing exactly how to draw their eyes to the right places.
But then, among the flood of messages, one caught her eye.
LikeTheGem: You know you’re not getting off that easy.
Nicole’s stomach tightened.
She knew that username by now. The woman behind it had been playing with her for a week, keeping her on the edge, making her beg for release only to deny her again. And she was here. Watching. Waiting.
A notification popped up—$100 tip from LikeTheGem.
LikeTheGem: Hands off. You know the rules.
Nicole let out a slow breath, her thighs pressing together involuntarily.
"You’ve got me desperate already, huh?" she murmured, pouting at the camera. "How mean of you."
BlushBaby: Ohhh, she’s gonna tease you again
SoftKitten: I’d let her control me any day
LikeTheGem: You love it.
Nicole swallowed. She did. She fucking did.
She shifted slightly on the bed, fingers tracing over her stomach, intentionally avoiding where she wanted to touch most.
"Guess I’ll be good for now," she sighed, biting her lip. "But how long are you gonna keep me waiting tonight, Gem?"
A pause. Then another tip—$200.
LikeTheGem: We’ll see. Start slow.
Nicole exhaled, feeling her body heat up in anticipation. This was going to be another long, torturous night. And she loved every second of it.
She reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra with deliberate slowness. The lace slipped down her arms, baring her breasts to the camera. Her fingers skimmed over her sensitive nipples, rolling them between her fingertips, sending shivers down her spine. A soft whimper escaped her lips.
Everyone else in the chat faded into the background—just a blur of thirsty messages and rapid-fire tips. She only cared about one name.
LikeTheGem: Good girl. Keep going.
Nicole bit her lip, her pulse quickening. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and eased them down, spreading her legs just enough to give her viewers a perfect view.
The chat went wild.
SoftKitten: HOLY FUCK
CherryBomb: That body is insane.
BlushBaby: I think I just ascended.
The constant ding of tips filled the room, one after another, flooding in as her audience worshipped her. But Nicole wasn’t thinking about them.
Her fingers ghosted over her inner thighs, teasing herself, dragging out the moment as much as she could stand.
LikeTheGem: Touch yourself. Slowly.
A fresh wave of heat rushed through her. She obeyed, running her fingers through her slick folds, letting out a shaky breath as pleasure sparked up her spine.
"God…" she whimpered, rubbing slow, torturous circles over her clit.
The sensation was almost overwhelming after a week of edging. Every nerve in her body was desperate for release, and she could already feel that tight coil in her stomach winding up.
A $300 tip flashed across the screen.
LikeTheGem: Keep going. Don’t stop.
Nicole let her head fall back, her breath turning into soft gasps as she worked herself up higher and higher. Her thighs trembled, her body tightening, that delicious pressure building—
She was close.
So fucking close.
Another tip. $500.
LikeTheGem: Stop.
Nicole’s eyes flew open. Her body screamed in protest, her fingers twitching, desperate to keep going. But she knew better. She knew if she disobeyed, Gem would make her pay for it tomorrow.
With a strangled whimper, she forced herself to pull her hand away.
Her whole body ached, her thighs pressing together instinctively, trying to find even a sliver of relief. But it was useless. She was trembling with need, right on the edge, so close she could taste it—and Gem had taken it away. Again.
The chat exploded.
SoftKitten: OH MY GOD???
CherryBomb: Gem is actually evil
BlushBaby: BABE LET HER COME PLEASE WTF
Nicole turned her heavy-lidded gaze to the screen, panting, her skin flushed and burning.
LikeTheGem: Not tonight.
Another tip. $200.
LikeTheGem: Hands off.
Nicole let out a desperate little whine before biting it back.
"You’re actually killing me," she murmured, voice wrecked.
Another tip. $250.
LikeTheGem: You’ll thank me later.
Nicole swallowed hard, her body still pulsing with need. She could have cried from the frustration, but god, she loved it.
LikeTheGem: Say goodnight.
She exhaled shakily, trying to steady herself, knowing she had no choice but to obey.
"Guess that’s it for tonight, ladies," she sighed, sitting up slightly. "Some of us have to suffer a little longer."
The chat flooded with whines and complaints, a mix of disappointment and teasing encouragement.
But Nicole’s eyes stayed locked on one name.
Tomorrow.
She could only hope that tomorrow, Gem would finally let her break.
~
Nicole strolled into work the next day, masking her frustration with an extra layer of snark. She was wound tight, but she refused to let it show.
She had spent the entire night staring at her ceiling, thighs pressed together, aching for a release that never came. All because one particular viewer thought it was fun to keep her on edge.
"Morning, sunshine."
Nicole glanced up to see Ruby at her station, a knife in hand, smoothly dicing something with that effortless precision of hers. When Nicole didn’t answer right away, Ruby looked up, eyes glinting with something almost amused.
"What’s wrong? Rough night?"
Nicole scoffed, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her apron. "Something like that."
Ruby hummed, going back to her prep, but not before that smirk tugged at her lips.
Nicole narrowed her eyes. She knew Ruby was acting weird. She just didn’t know how.
Before she could think too much about it, Joey stormed into the kitchen, already shouting.
"If you’re not running food, get the hell out of my kitchen!"
Nicole snapped out of her thoughts and got to work, pushing the growing suspicion to the back of her mind. But Ruby wasn’t about to let her forget it.
All day, it was comment after comment.
"Careful with those plates, Nicole. Your hands are shaking."
"You seem really worked up today. Everything okay?"
"God, you’re so tense. You should really… do something about that."
And every single time, she said it with that same infuriating smirk.
Nicole felt like she was losing it.
It wasn’t until she was on break, hiding out in the bathroom, that she finally checked her private messages. And there it was.
LikeTheGem: You seem a little pent up at work, darling.
Nicole’s stomach dropped.
She stared at the message, her pulse hammering in her ears.
Ruby.
It was fucking Ruby.
Her head spun as realization hit her like a freight train. Ruby had been watching her. Ruby had seen her in her most vulnerable state, whispering in her chat, pulling the strings, teasing her.
And worst of all? Ruby was the one who had kept her on edge for a week straight.
Nicole had questions. So many questions.
Why did Ruby have so much money to throw around? Why hadn’t she said anything? And most importantly—
Why the fuck hadn’t she let Nicole come yet?
Nicole took a deep breath, shoved her phone in her pocket, and smoothed out her apron. If Ruby wanted to play games, fine. But Nicole wasn’t about to let her have the upper hand.
Not anymore.
~
By the time the end of the shift rolled around, Nicole had waited long enough.
She caught Ruby just as she was rolling up her sleeves, scrubbing down her station for the night. The kitchen was mostly empty now—Joey had stormed out hours ago, Nico was probably off smoking, and Pickles was in the walk-in sneaking candy. It was just the two of them.
Nicole leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching Ruby work. "So."
Ruby didn’t look up. "So?"
"You gonna tell me how long you’ve been watching me, or do I have to guess?"
The rhythmic scrape of the sponge against the metal slowed for just a second before Ruby finally glanced up, her eyes flicking over Nicole’s face.
Then she grinned.
"Figured it out, huh?"
Nicole’s jaw clenched. "You were the one tipping me stupid amounts of money to edge for a week straight?"
Ruby shrugged, drying off her hands. "Guilty."
Nicole narrowed her eyes. "Why?"
Ruby tossed the towel onto the counter, stepping closer. "Because it was fun."
Nicole’s breath hitched.
Ruby’s smirk deepened, like she knew. Like she felt the way Nicole’s body reacted to her, the way she was still aching, still desperate for something Ruby had refused to give her.
Nicole swallowed, forcing herself to keep her composure.
She was not going to let Ruby win this round.
She leaned in, close enough that their noses nearly brushed. "You better be careful, babe," she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. "Keep teasing me like this, and I might just take what I want next time."
Ruby’s smirk didn’t waver. If anything, she looked intrigued.
"That so?" she mused. "Guess we’ll see about that."
Nicole held her gaze for a second longer, then scoffed, turning on her heel and walking out.
But as she left, she swore she could still feel Ruby’s eyes on her.
And the worst part?
She loved it.