The stage was set. Red tinted lights, a pink chair, and a silvery pole. Overlooking it all, an open laptop. Even after so may broadcasts, the only word Ruby could come up with was 'tacky.' People actually got off to this?
The pulse in her groin told her 'yes.'
She glared, between her two-sizes-too-big-too-globular-to-be-real-tits, down the split in her golden gown and at her cockhead. It peaked out from her equally golden panties, which choked painfully at her balls.
Fuck, how the hell did she get into this mess? Where did she go so wrong? It had been a normal day at work, a normal night as she walked home. The only hiccup was when she wandered too close to her old workplace and got an eyeful of knives courtesy of her old manager.
It was only when she had taken a turn off to a less-trod alleyway that she felt the invader in her pants and the tingle in her breasts. She did not have to wonder long what sorcery was afoot, as the culprit made himself known quickly and made a deal she could not refuse: become a shemale camgirl (Ladyboy Harley, as she was to be called) and funnel money to him, or never see her womanhood again.
At least her blackmailer let her wear a mask.
"Lets get this over with." Ruby let her gown drop and she switched the camera on.
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