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“Hi, my loves.” The soft purr comes through Elphaba’s headphones and jolts her out of scrolling on her phone. The voice is coy, almost innocent, but soaked in the suggestion of something more.
She pushes her phone to the side, forgotten, as she lets herself gaze at the image on her screen, the image she lets herself indulge in every Friday: a girl with gentle, gold curls, a teasing smile and lithe limbs; a girl she knows intimately, knows what she sounds like when she comes; a girl she’s never met. Glinda.
Glinda sits cross-legged atop her plush bed, one hand lazily drawing circles on her upper thigh through sheer fabric. Elphaba is certain that this little get-up is new, and she blushes in the dark privacy of her apartment that she knows the girl’s wardrobe. But she knows she hasn’t seen this before, a translucent white slip dress, ruffled hem just about getting halfway down her thighs, a tiny pink bow adorning the space between Glinda’s tits, tits which strain against fabric that does nothing to conceal her rosy nipples. It’s bunched up slightly around her waist, casting a shadow over the outline of her underwear. Elphaba doesn’t let herself get greedy; she knows she’ll see whichever cute thong Glinda’s picked out today soon enough.
“Did you miss me?” Glinda’s saying, bottom lip jutting out, soft brown eyes nearly bottomless. “I’ve had a long week, I’ve had no time to relax.” The implication is heavy as she shifts her legs, restless. The chat is filling up - mostly men, Elphaba doesn’t doubt, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
i can help you relax baby
hurry up, slut
you look so fucking good in that
Glinda just smiles, splaying her hands out and smoothing the hem to show it off. “Oh, this? It’s new. Thank you to who paid for it, you know who you are,” she says. Elphaba feels an irrational surge of jealousy. All she pays is the subscription fee, which is already more than enough to spend on a camgirl, says the logical part of her brain. The illogical part burns to shower Glinda with all kinds of pretty negligee, toys, whatever she wants. “You all like it? Do I look pretty?”
“So pretty,” Elphaba whispers, letting one hand slide down between her legs, gently pressing against the seam of her jeans. She holds it still for now, gaze torn between Glinda and the chat, surging with impatience.
take it off.
+20.00 fuck yourself already
you’re making me so hard
“So impatient,” Glinda giggles, but she starts to move - not to strip, not yet, but to move her hands up to her tits and start touching them, slender fingers squeezing the soft flesh and rubbing against her visibly hard nipples. “Fuck,” she gasps as she tugs on one, letting it bounce back, eyes rolling back momentarily. She’s sensitive there when she’s worked up, Elphaba knows this, and lets herself imagine for a moment how Glinda might react to having a mouth there, sucking and grazing teeth, leaving spit stains on her pretty slip. She can’t help but rock her hips slightly at the thought.
“Want someone to suck my tits,” Glinda admits breathily, as if she’s reading Elphaba’s mind. Elphaba’s hazy eyes refocus with a jolt, mouth hanging slightly open as she stares.
PICK ME
i’ll suck your tits so hard you’ll cum from it
i’ve got something needs sucking
anything you want, goddess
“You’re all so nice to me,” she says, half mocking, half too pathetically affected to come across as anything else. She lets her hands trail down to the bedspread, hips shifting on top of it. “Can I go under the skirt? Please?” She’s the picture of submission, pleading to touch herself, pupils so dilated they swallow the honey-brown of her eyes entirely. Elphaba, stupidly, wants to fuck her.
So do thousands of other people.
fingers inside, now.
go on princess
fuck yourself for us
+30.00 touch your pussy you stupid slut
Glinda moans quietly and slides her hand up her leg until it's under the slip, the movement semi-concealed by the material. Still, Elphaba can see her press the pads of her fingers against herself, and the way her hips rock into it violently is blatant. “Need it, need it so bad,” Glinda mewls. “Need to fuck myself for you.”
“Jesus,” Elphaba moans, hastily unzipping her jeans and shoving her hand down there, rubbing her clit through her underwear. But just as she’s gathering momentum, Glinda… slows down.
With what looks like some effort, she pulls her hand away and lets herself settle for a moment. Then, she offers a tiny smirk. “I’m not even undressed yet!” she exclaims, mock horror working across her face. “Where’s my patience?” The chat roars with outrage.
don’t tease me like that
take that shit off and make yourself cum NOW
little tease
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Glinda giggles. “That was mean, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” With that, she finally pushes the thin straps of her slip dress down and pushes it past her waist, shimmying so it falls to the floor in one quick movement. It’s almost too much for Elphaba to handle, her tits and stomach and panties revealed all at once. It’s a white thong, lacy and slutty, a silver heart charm dangling from the top. They’re visibly stuck to her, slick and sodden. Glinda’s audience is going crazy, new comments pouring in, but Elphaba clicks the chat box shut, letting herself indulge in the sight of Glinda like she’s all hers.
“Mmm, that’s better,” Glinda hums contentedly, glancing down at her own body, and Elphaba can tell it turns her on to look at herself like that, can see it in the way her legs press together ever-so-subtly. “Do you like my panties, babies? I bought them special for you.”
“Especially,” Elphaba corrects absent-mindedly, her voice a mumble as she pushes her hand down her own underwear, her callused fingers meeting slick heat, rubbing against her flesh just right.
Glinda’s eyes twinkle as she tugs the thin scrap of fabric aside, her hand concealing her cunt but it’s obvious that she’s pushing two fingers into herself. Elphaba stares at the pixels so hard she feels cross-eyed, rubbing her clit desperately as Glinda slowly, torturously drags her fingers back out. They’re coated in wetness and glistening in the night.
“Wish this was a cock,” she whispers, the words shrouded in the illusion of secrecy, and it almost takes Elphaba out of it as she remembers that Glinda’s doing this for men, and that she’s debasing herself just as much as any perverted man by watching, and that it goes against every principle she has, and yet she still can’t pull her eyes away as Glinda takes her fingers into her mouth, sucking obscenely, moaning at the taste of herself and gagging when they hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” Elphaba gasps, hips grinding unashamedly into her fingers now for a release she’ll be ashamed of after.
“I taste so good,” Glinda sighs, removing her fingers with a pop, “don’t you wanna taste me?” And oh, does Elphaba want to. She opens the chat again, knowing Glinda will drag this on for as long as possible if she doesn’t receive a good tip soon. It’s overflowing with largely incoherent urges and degrading commands, little tips pouring in but nothing substantial.
+250.00 take off your panties and make yourself cum
Elphaba silently thanks this mysterious viewer; it’s too good for Glinda to turn down, and her lip quirks up in a smirk. “Thank you,” she murmurs, lifting her hips so she can tug her panties down, tossing them aside somewhere.
such a pretty pussy
need to be inside you
bet you’re so tight
that’s right, show us that pussy
“Fuckin’ need it,” Glinda whines, spreading her thighs wider, leaving nothing to the imagination and letting her fingers circle slowly. Her gasping becomes more erratic as she starts to fuck herself in earnest, no longer able to be gentle or teasing, grinding down into the mattress. “Come on, come fuck me, look at me, look what a pretty slut I am for you, please,” she babbles, eyes hazy, neck tilted back.
Elphaba watches as Glinda curls her fingers, grinds against her palm, imitating the girl’s movements with a shaky green hand, and keeps watching as Glinda falls apart with a cascade of moans and incomprehensible dirty words. “Glinda,” she whimpers as she finally comes into her own hand with a cry, cheeks flushed and eyes dark, the usual shame she feels creeping into her immediately post-orgasm. But she can’t feel too guilty as she catches her breath watching Glinda come down. She’s radiant, and Elphaba should be used to the sight of her flushed cheeks and mussed hair and swollen lips by now, but she isn’t, it’s as addictive as the first time.
“Thank you, darlings,” Glinda says breathlessly, conversing with various people in the chat, still bare and sprawled casually across the bed. Elphaba zones out the actual words, only hearing the fuzzy, honeyed lilt of her voice. Tips are still streaming in, making Glinda smile that coy little smile. “Thank you, mister,” she responds to a particularly large tip. “I hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget, my loves, you can keep up with me between Fridays on the channel, I post pictures every day. Alright, I love you to bits, all of you. See you next week!”
She finishes by blowing a kiss to the camera, and then the screen cuts to black, leaving Elphaba alone in her silent apartment, with only the vague memory of an ache between her legs and gold curls running through her head.
She’ll unsubscribe soon, she tells herself, as she does every week. She’s better than this.