Our Dirty Little Secrets

Barbara

The beginning

Sex online

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Lena

The story begins

In Spain

Back to Rome

A small break

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Barbara and Lena

Barbara

The Beginning

It all started when the guy I thought I wanted to live my life with broke up with me. I was very disappointed. And angry. Angry with the whole world and mostly with all men. I didn’t deserve this. Only after he broke up with me did I find out that he was cheating on me with a bunch of other women, and lied to me non-stop. I decided that from now on I’m only going to use men, use them for their wallet mainly.

I wasted years on this relationship, I didn't go to college, I didn't do anything for myself, for my own good, but it has to end now. I will start a new life that’s going to be only about me, only about having fun and making a lot of money.

I didn't have too much time to cry and be sad because I gave up everything for my ex, so I didn’t even have a job. He lives in Greece so it wasn't easy to arrange when and where we would meet, sometimes he visited me in Budapest, and sometimes I went to him. Because of all this travelling I couldn't get a job, there was no way I could go on holiday every third week.

Luckily at that time it was a lot easier to find a job then nowadays, and after two days of searching i found a great job. I started to work as a secretary at a company. The working hours weren't so bad, and compared to that the salary was ok. But it wasn’t enough for me. Things are just ok. But now I wanted more then that, to have a different and better life.

A few weeks after I saw an advertisement in a magazine. To work in a webcam chatroom, to be a webcam girl. It meant that I had to sit in front of a camera wearing some sexy lingerie and if someone chose me and bought a private session then I was supposed to do what he asked me to. Of course there were limitations. I didn't actually have to have sex in this job, because I worked alone and the most I had to do was masturbate, but no one else touched me. So I thought, since I had so much free time, why not, I should check out this job. The extra cash would be nice as well. I still had my day job, but with the amount of money what I made I couldn't afford half the things that I wanted to do. I liked to work there but I decided that I wanted to go to college and I didn't want to grow old being a secretary, so I chose to work in the webcam studio too. And honestly I didn't want to work hard for money. If all these horny guys are willing to pay to watch me on their computer, then so be it. They probably couldn't ever get closer than this a hot girl anyhow. And let’s not forget about that fact that the college that I picked cost over two thousand dollars per semester, which is very expensive here in Hungary. And it was only one of my future costs and expenses. The studio was in the city center, not far from where I lived. It belonged to a young guy, who made a good impression when I first met him; he was very friendly and cool and seemed to be nice. He explained to me step by step what I'd have to do, what the job was all about. How much money I could make and how many hours I'd have to work. There weren't any fixed working hours, I could come and go whenever I pleased, so we agreed that the next day I would come over and try to learn everything and eventually start to work there.

The next evening I was sitting in sexy lingerie in front of a camera, wearing a lot of make up. It was a relief that I didn't have to give any kind of explanation to my friends regarding to my whereabouts, because even when I'm working I can answer the mobile, I just have to zoom in on my breasts and the clients didn't see that I was talking. It was one of the first tricks that I learned. If I have a call while I’m working I show them a close up from my breasts or my butt, then the clients won’t figure out that I’m busy with something else, not with them. To control all the chat windows in the computers seemed to be pretty hard at first, so many people were writing, but I’m a fast learner. I didn't have to put too much effort to do a show either, I did a striptease, took off all my clothes, showed my body, my pussy , I played with myself, first with my fingers, then I used a vibrator and they were happy. Basically that’s what ninety percent of the guys wanted to see.

Sex online

You have to make them stay online as long as possible, just as if they called a sex line, because they are paying by the minute. There were plenty of visitors and private sessions; I saw that I could really make good money. We made an agreement with the guy, Simon, that I would come to work again soon. We kept in touch. He was happy as well, since he gets a certain percentage of the money that I made, and as I saw today he had a good day too! Of course it would be foolish to advertise this job, and tell lots of people where you work. This way you can escape all of your crazy buddies or colleagues, or keep anyone that you know from even thinking about searching for you on the net. Thank God it didn’t happen to me, at that time these sites were not popular in Hungary at all. Quickly I had to change my daily routine. During the day I was sitting in the office in a decent suit, answering phone calls, and at night I was lying on the bed wearing lace bras, and panties, waiting for the private chatters. I spent more and more time in the studio, four or five nights a week at least.

Usually I arrived half an hour before I wanted to start my session. It took a long time for me to put on my make up, and choose my clothing for the night. Most of the time I put my long blond hair down, or I might decorate it with a flower. I used black eye liner or blue eye shadow to make my blue eyes more attractive. I don’t have small breasts, but most of the time I was wearing a push up bra because the guys get horny from big breasts. The bigger the better as I saw. And it was followed by a sexy thong. I felt a lot sexier and more confident after I changed my clothes or let’s say my appearance. When I go out to party I don’t dress like a virgin either, I wear short skirts, high heels, see-through tops, but it was different somehow.

The room that I used to work in was quite small and messy. I think because of all the furniture that has been squeezed in there. There was a king size bed at the window, in front of it two office desks with three computers and screens, and two wardrobes as well. The bed was covered with pillows and satin sheets, the wall was colored gold and brown, it looked like a brothel. I started to realize that I really loved to do this. I couldn’t wait to turn on the computers, and become VeronicaHot, which was my screen name. After we invented this name we had to register in all the sites that I wanted to work. When I started there were like two sites, later on there were maybe ten or fifteen. The registration took a few days, because we had to copy all kind of documents and send it to them by post just to confirm your identity and I guess mostly your age, after we were done with this process I could enter the sites and start to chat.

When the people weren't paying only looking around then its your decision what you do, smile or looking sexy into the camera while still wearing clothes, to entice them to enter the private chat. After a few weeks it’s possible to see from asking only a few questions, who is serious and who isn’t, and develop some tricks to make them come in fast. If someone doesn't learn to filter people like this and replies to everyone, this job can be exhausting. A lot of assholes enter the free chat as well, saying bad things to you, but it is better to ignore them, and only pay attention and be nice with the possible costumers who are showing some interest. I always had a good sense to pick who can be a potential client and with whom i must be kind. As chats were scrolling down very quickly on the screen: Hello baby, you are hot or Show me your breasts! I want to fuck you, you little bitch Show me your ass then I will go private

These people were only talking bullshit, and never enter private chat, trying to get some free sneak peak but they were never willing to pay a single penny. Very likely they were cheap fucks so there was no way I would answer them. I was hundred percent sure they are not going to spend a cent on me. In private chat, where people pay a certain fee per minute, more clients can enter at the same time. But the regulars and the guys whom are willing to spend money and stay for long like to be alone. But if they are coming back to you often and staying for a long time, I mean hours, then it's worth ignoring the others who are entering the chat during these times. Hi, how are you? Are you free now? How much is it for a minute?

You are very pretty, can we go private? If they started a conversation like this, very likely you can take them seriously.

After a while I had a lot of regulars.

In order to keep them I always had to be sexy and show them something new. With the guy I was working with sometimes we wanted to go shopping, buying lingerie and accessories, he was really cool, always choosing some good stuff for me and of course he paid for everything. After spending so much time together we became close, almost like friends or something like that. Four times a week I went to work at the studio, and often he was sitting in the room behind the camera, hiding of course, while I was working, and we were talking, laughing at the crazy people and the crazy sick things what some of them were asking for. For example one of them wanted to stare at my toes for many minutes, close up, and I had no idea what to do to keep his attention. I was just touching my feet and my toes, and looked like he enjoyed that a lot. Another one would like me to eat or drink sexy in front of the camera. I loved this one, my favorite! Although it’s not easy to eat pizza while you are touching yourself. After I turned off the camera when my shift ended, I went into the changing room. This was actually a small bathroom, with white and light blue tiles, and included a small bathtub and right next to it a washing machine. And when I looked into the mirror upon the sink I was again just an average girl not the blond sex goddess, Veronica, whom so many man fantasized about in their wildest dreams, and imagined her in front of them while they are masturbating or while they are fucking their wives.

Long months passed by, and everything was going just fine. I started college as well. I had to start to build my for future, because probably when I'm forty years old I can't do make a living like nowadays, and I'll have to find a normal, honest , real job although I’m not convinced that day will ever come, if I can ever do that. I registered to one of the most famous colleges of the city and one of the most expensive too; I had to pay a fortune every semester. Of course, luckily I could make this money, but with a regular day job it would be nearly impossible. Even today it’s a mystery for me, how all of my classmates could pay for the school, and I’m talking about at least hundreds of students. I just read an article regarding this; it was about how many Hungarian girls are going abroad to be an exotic dancer, or to be a prostitute just so she can pay for her studies. So, that answers my question. But it’s very sad that we got to this level. Although we have to admit, four or five hundred dollars a month isn’t enough for college, let alone for getting your hair done or a manicure, or go to a gym, buy clothes, and all kind of things what a girl wants. And I didn’t even mention the rent and the bills yet. Of course some girls admit that this is what they are doing for a living, but most of them are liars and try to act like a virgin. You can recognize this type of girl from a hundred meters. Unless she is a top manager at some company with her extra short skirt, and platform shoes, and blond hair, which I doubt, then she couldn’t afford driving a nice car, and paying for college. It can happen, but come on, what are the chances? I think it’s enough to be a whore; you don’t have to look like one. Obviously they don’t think the same. The worst is when the parents gave them the money, even to the boys not only to the girls. I met a guy like this, poor one he was so stupid, like a piece of wood, I'm not sure he can even count to 5. We had German class together and some others too, but the poor soul, he barely speaks Hungarian, how he would learn a foreign language. And for him it’s normal that his father pays for school, until somehow he gets through it. Maybe in 5 years, if he is lucky, although the college only takes 3 years. Of course I met a few nice girls too, and we became friends. I kept my secrets to myself as I didn’t trust them enough to tell them who I am for real. For them I'm the rich girl with a rich boyfriend with a Gucci bag, who works as a secretary to spend her free time somehow... This is enough to know for them. Some exciting things have been going on too. That semester I was picking the classes blindly without knowing who the teacher was. So when I entered the classroom and I saw a hot, sexy male teacher it really made my day. He was around thirty years old, just my type. So I thought, hopefully I won't be bored in school! At the end of class we've got homework what we had to send in email. What luck, because of this I had his email address. I asked my classmates at lunch break in the dining room about this guy, who took a class with him last semester as well. How did you like the previous class? I tried to ask innocent questions.

‘We almost fall asleep, that teacher is so boring.’ Said Cathy, one of my classmates, who sometimes ate lunch with us, but otherwise we were not close. As I see she doesn’t share my enthusiasm.

‘And how about him otherwise? Is he cool? Or what? What can I expect on the exam?’- I’ll try to make them talk; sooner or later I'll get some useful information hopefully.

‘He seemed to be ok, although the exam was hard, no way could we cheat. And in class he talks a lot about himself, I don’t know why, who cares.’ Right, here we go, maybe she'll say something about him, I thought.