An Exhausting Day Online

All characters are over the age of 18. The characters and events present are created from my own overactive imagination. Any resemblance to people real or imaginary is possible but not intentional.

This is a workplace story but these last years, the idea of a workplace has changed. The time for working from home has come and sex workers are doing a lot of that. I've been looking for a way to do a story on online sex work for a few years now but never found the right approach. I hope this is it. That said, remember that fiction does not represent reality so be kind to sex workers! I look forward to seeing your comments.

I hope you rate this highly and favourite it. I may write a sequel if there is interest.

Jocelyn squirmed in her seat and straightened her legs. A groan escaped her lips, the sigh of someone who had finally achieved the goal they had been after for the last few hours. She wiped beads of sweat off or her forehead and then let her limbs go limp, supported only by her leather gaming chair's armrests.

She released another sigh, accompanied by a "woo!" celebrating her hard won victory.

"Well with that, I think I will end the stream there. Sorry it's a bit abrupt but that boss really took it out of me. We've been at him too long! How long has it been?" Her eyes flicked over to the time, "Two hours! On one org- boss. That's so long." She hurriedly continued, laughing.

She quickly saw messages fly past the right side of her screen. Some voiced their support, cheering her on for her success against this game's tough enemy, others joked around, jeering at her performance. She was very good at a certain number of games but the one she was playing currently was not among that list.

"It was a really fun stream though. I enjoyed it."

She didn't afford herself the excuse that it was a difficult game for everyone, she'd seen people beat it with the tightest of self-imposed constraints. It was possible to become so good at this difficult game that you had to add your own challenges. She was nowhere near that level, struggling even on the default setting.

That said...

Jocelyn flicked her eyes downward, to gaze at what the camera recording her could not see, to look at the sight none of her viewers could see. She moved her legs around on her chair, a thin sheen of liquid being carried by her bare thighs across the material.

Jocelyn watched her damp legs move, as fluid flowed onto her drenched chair. A thin pink antenna peeked out from between her legs, its light blinking.

It might not be a difficulty setting the game had built-in but in some ways, Jocelyn had added some self-imposed challenges.

A private message popped up in the corner on the screen.

[Well that was fun. :P]

Jocelyn grinned at the camera, for all of them to see.

"Well thank you all for coming! Thank you for your donations, I'll read the messages in another stream soon. I'll see you all soon, check my social media for my schedule, byyeeeeee!"

And with that, her camera and microphone no longer recorded for her streaming platform and she was replaced with an animation representing her. She let herself breath.

Once more, it was a private stream.

"Wow. That was so good." She exclaimed.

[It must have been. You only bite your lip like that when it's intense. If only I could let people know that biting your lip is your tell.]

She grinned. A fun idea to be sure, but if he did, she would be ruined. She'd barely survived the last few hours without ruining her career. But what fun hours they had been...

She said her goodbyes to her last loyal viewer. The one who had been watching her for longer than anyone today. He knew she needed a rest so he didn't protest her abrupt ending.

With a tap, she was finally on her own.

Her eyes flicked over to another program.

Jocelyn clicked a button, and stopped a recording. The program jumped into action, saving the content into a large file. A file that then opened for Jocelyn's viewing pleasure.

Time to review the footage.

Three hours earlier.

"Well thank you all for coming!" She cheered.

It was a familiar routine.

"I'm going to go get tidied up. Remember to follow me on here and on social media. Links are..." Her hands moved around in an awkward circle together before she pointed upwards, aiming them towards her clickable links. "...up here."

Her fingers moved again, her eyes following the mirror version of her on the screen.

"And my wishlist is down here if you want to pick me up something nice."

She smiled cutely at her viewers but in truth there was little energy behind her words unlike usual. To put it bluntly, her stream had been exhausting and not very profitable. The worst kind. For her video game streams this wasn't something too unusual. She was popular but not massively so. This however, was not one of her gaming streams.

Jocelyn worked as a video game streamer, and as a camgirl, a sex worker. She was someone who chatted with people online and on one website she played video games for them, and on the other she did sexual acts. Both earnt her the money she needed to live and study, although the latter website had a possibility to be far more lucrative. Sometimes at least.

She was a hard worker, both during her streaming and her studying. Weekdays consisted of a few hours of lectures, seminars and studying in the library, followed by recording, streaming, or yet more studying. A difficult and delicate balance.

Weekends were a break from attending lectures but they were no time to relax. They were still days dedicated to reading for the next week's lectures and writing essays, with more streaming or video recording. Put simply, she was extremely busy.

Which is why today's stream was so frustrating.

If she didn't earn much money then so be it. Being a camgirl could be unreliable at times. Some days you earnt enough to last a whole month or more, other times you'd need to be planning how to boost your earnings the following stream before you'd even finished the current one. Still, on those kinds of days the reason there was little income was usually because there was little activity. Sometimes it was just a quiet day but that also meant it was not particularly tiring.

If she didn't earn much but it wasn't tiring, then no worries. It was wasted time but that was the cam girl's gamble. If she was physically and mentally drained but satisfied both with the money she had earnt and the fun she'd had then that was a great day. And make no mistake it was an entertaining job. On it's good days it treated her better than any customer service job she'd even worked on and it afforded her far greater freedom than anything she'd done.

Her other source of revenue complimented this dynamic even further.

She had been a little late to the trend but the rise in popularity of sexually oriented monthly subscription services was one of the major changes to the world this year. Posting sexual videos for viewers to watch if they paid a monthly subscription was like camming but less tiring and far more consistent. She could still interact with her viewers and arouse them but everyone there was already interested in paying. Moreover, whereas her earnings for camming were centred around doing specific things that her viewers purchased off a menu, the monthly subscriptions meant that she could approach work in a more controlled manner.

As long as she set aside the initial time to plan, create, and market consistent and regular video uploads, her account would make money on its own without her needing to be there every second like was necessary for live streaming. Both her satisfaction in her own work and her earnings were rising. Things were looking up and her earnings that had been dropping on her cam site were rising on her subscription site.

Streams like today's made Jocelyn consider quitting camming altogether with one last stream as a final hurrah before focusing on her subscription based platform. If she earned a lot but was tired, great. If she earned little but wasn't tired, no problem. If, like today, she was utterly exhausted and had barely earned enough to pay for a meal, then there was a problem.

The sheen of sweat on her body from the effort of attempting to earn a meagre amount of tokens let her know that this was unsustainable. It was probably time for her to relocate her efforts.

To top it all off, she hadn't even orgasmed once. Camming was a job so she couldn't treat it as all play and no work, but if one of the perks of a job is getting to cum while doing it and you're not cumming, what is the point? It was no different to streaming video games and at least then she could enjoying playing the games.

She began to close down the public stream but privately asked her moderator and loyal fan KindlyKinkster003 to remain. He readily agreed. She had others she would normally invite but they were absent today. That alone had saddened her as some of them never missed a stream. One of the reasons she hadn't quit yet was that she had people she didn't want to leave, but ultimately she would prioritise her own life and earnings. It would be hard to leave them but new beginnings were on the horizon.

She waved her fans goodbye and switched her cam view over to an ending title card. Her sweat covered and flushed body was finally hidden from their view. With a click she muted herself and let out a sigh.

For everyone else's computers and phones; Jocelyn's video feed was shut off, replaced by artwork of her and her links. It would stay like that for a few minutes, before closing down entirely. For Jocelyn and KindlyKinkster however, the video and audio of her would remain for a little longer and his chat messages would come through to her and her alone.

She stretched upwards in her leather chair, her butt sliding against the leather. Usually she'd need a towel to protect the material from wetness but today, had unfortunately not needed it. She was aroused and had been teased but mostly that was from her own activities than any of the naughty actions she offered to do for tokens. KindlyKinkster himself and some others had done their best but ultimately it seemed she had become reliant on a group of loyal and generous viewers to get things moving and their absence had been felt.

At the end of the day her loyal fans were only individuals paying out of their own wallets. All together a room full of excited viewers could send a great number of tokens her way and she would reward them with wonderful sexual experiences. Her regulars alone? They struggled. Even more so when not all of them showed up. It was a gamble through and through and one she had little control over.

Once more she thought about her subscription site. Filming and posting a new video there would have been a more worthwhile investment of her time. Maybe she should do that now?

She let out a breath and asked the microphone and her solitary viewer what their opinion on the stream had been. KindlyKinkster's reply was as positive as to be expected.

[It was wonderful! Hot and funny as ever! :D]

And encouraging reply no doubt but still...

"Not hot and funny enough for people to tip though," She replied, gritting her teeth. She couldn't help allowing a bit of her frustration out.

"But thank you for your tokens!" She hurriedly continued. "Sorry, there were people tipping, I know. It's just..."

[It's hard. I get it.]

[Or maybe I don't I guess. I'm not a cammer. But you were trying your best anyone could see that. Teasing the dildo between your lips! That was awesome. Both top and bottom lips ;)]

She afforded herself a small smile at the feedback. She did appreciate the compliments, whether it was about the energy she was putting in, or how sexy she looked. Both were good.

"Well thank you KK. I'm grateful. You worked very hard today banning the bots." She replied, softly patting the top of the camera affectionately.

KindlyKinkster sent back a blushing face emoji, making her grin. The anonymity and distance, the ability to disconnect completely at any time, it allowed for a unique kind of closeness.

Another message popped up in response to her patting.

[Careful you don't get the camera wet! We spent good money on it. :P] He added cheekily.

She knew he was joking but even if her viewers had gifted her the money to afford this camera, she'd done plenty of sexy stuff as payment for their money. She was not in any way in their debt. Jocelyn decided to cheekily remind him who actually owned the camera.

She leant forward and gave the lens a big lick, dirtying it, and then jumped back giggling. The view through the camera was fuzzy for a moment before Jocelyn grabbed a screen wipe to rub it clean.

"It's still my camera. I'll do what I want!" She grinned defiantly. She did take care of her equipment, but at the same time, it had survived far worse than the mostly dry vestiges of her juices on her fingers. Heck, she had squirted over the thing before now and it had come out unscathed. It would be fine.

[Of course. Sorry.]

KK, like many of her viewers, got overly excited sometimes when she showed them special affection but they were a good bunch overall, trolls and creeps excluded. She would not sit nude with one of them so comfortably if they weren't. She stretched upwards with her arms once more and outwards with her legs, curling her toes. The pose she had chosen to sit in to expose her pussy for the last hour had started to lead to her legs cramping.

Now what, she debated. Recording a video would be the smart thing but she was still feeling chatty. Ending her stream that way was a bit unsatisfying.

With a half yawn she spoke to the microphone and the invisible supporter behind it.

"I'm thinking of switching over to my gaming stream. I've still got a bit of time. Unless you wanna pay to get dirty just us two?" She offered teasingly.

Despite her offer she anticipated a goodbye. KK never stayed up that late after her streams. It was quite clear that he only stayed up late to watch her and then would get a good night's sleep. Admirably, his rest seemed quite important.

"Anyway I'll be on there for a bit, chatting or I'll try again at a boss that was giving me trouble. Come join if you feel like it. If not then thanks for coming to this one!"

He joined her Safe For Work streams on occasion but they seemed not to entirely be to his interest. NSFW topics and her "other job" were a banned topic during her gaming streams but there were other things to talk about if he'd have wanted to. Yet when it came to gaming streams he seemed not to be as interested. That was fine, she didn't own her viewers the same way they didn't own her. Surprisingly however, it seemed he was interested for once.

As soon as she finished speaking, his typed reply arrived.

[Sure I'll come join. I'm not too sleepy. But before we do...I found out midstream, that I'm getting a little loan paid back to me. A friend finally paying me back, so...]

Ching ching ching

The sound of coins falling. The sound representing a large tip being deposited. The notification for what the amount of tokens was designated for did not come up, private streams did not have that functionality but the number was one she knew well. She knew what he was purchasing.

Jocelyn raised her eyebrows.

"Well then. Cheeky, but I can do that." The message was clear, this wasn't an either or thing. He was all for her streaming, he just also wanted to tip for this toy to be used at the same time as streaming.

She decided she was game. She had been left unsatisfied and although she could say no and refund his tokens, she was up for a challenge. How hard could it be to wear a butt plug whilst streaming? She did it all the time for her camming so she just needed to not let her viewers know. She'd even worn one out with her friends, her time in restaurant bathroom half way through that night had been a great video for her subscribers.

And so she went to over to a nearby bottle and the pink butt plug next to it, always on standby during streaming, and grabbed them both. Returning to stand in front of the camera she squirted lube onto her fingers and then turned around and poured some over her butt. Making sure her tipping patron had a good view she started to spread her ass cheeks and press her lubed finger into the liquid running down her ass. Pressing against her butt, she started the process of pushing her finger inside of herself, preparing her butt for the little plug she held in her other hand.

Speaking of that plug, she lifted it to her mouth and sucked it between her lips while looking over her shoulder. He paid for it, might as well give him the full treatment. She was enjoying it too after the literal anti-climax of today's stream.

She moved the plug to her ass and started to push it in, her other hand held her cheeks apart. She momentarily tensed at the contact, but then relaxed and allowed the plug to enter her. It stretched her slightly and she struggled for a second but when it was past its widest point it slid in the rest of the way easily. She admired her butt in the view from the monitor. Just in time for a hundred more tokens to appear.

[Ah, sorry. I meant the other one. The one I bought off your wishlist for Valentine's Day. :P]

That was definitely cheeky. He let her put this one in instead of the larger one just so he could watch it twice. He was lucky she had had such an unsatisfying stream. She gave him an angry look, mostly just for the performance of it, before moving her finger back to the plug and starting to pull.

It was harder to pull out than it was to push in.

Eventually, she managed. It popped out into her hand and she watched as her butthole winked at the camera for a few seconds before adjusting to being empty. "Don't worry," she thought to herself, "you'll be filled even better than before in just a minute."

It was true, the other plug was larger. Not gigantic, but still larger. A big blue gemstone sat on the end of the large chrome head. The first plug was sexy and cute but mostly made for looks. This second one still had it in the looks department thanks to that jewel but it was definitely made for pleasure.

She headed over to her toybox and grabbed the toy before walking over to her chair and getting up onto it. She kneeled on the chair facing away from the camera but looking at it over her shoulder, and repeated the process.

Jocelyn pushed on the plug to get it to enter her. It started to move but then she loosened her grip and it slipped back out again. She tried again but with similar results as she adjusted position mid push. It was just large enough to take a bit longer to go past the point-of-no-return. Third time's a charm however and with a unexpected moan the plug slipped into Jocelyn and filled her ass.

She realised her eyes had been glazed over for a second and she flicked back to the screen to see a number of messages of nervous delight. KK knew he was getting away with quite a show for what was definitely a bargain. Compliments would be needed to make up the difference.

Jocelyn wiggled her butt back and forth for a moment and spread her cheeks to show off the whole view, just for her own enjoyment. Her time spent at the gym and doing squats, both there and on stream for a price, had paid off in creating a butt she was extremely proud of.

She now turned around and gingerly sat back down on her chair, the pressure on her butt became something she was acutely aware of. As was the newfound wetness between her lips. Today's stream truly had left her starved of attention, both physically and socially so she was getting excited now she had a little action. Her desire for social interaction and the lack of it during her sex stream was one of the reasons she wanted to switch to her gaming channel. She wanted talkative people! Social connection was something she'd been lacking recently with how the world was and how disconnected her job could be.