I was living comfortably off my weekly paychecks and daily sales to Reddit simps. I was making so much money, my parents thought I was selling drugs, and I just let them believe what they wanted so I wouldn't have to reveal what I was actually doing. My 18th birthday was coming up in two months, and I was in the best possible financial situation. Then, on March 15 2024, a party girl's worst nightmare became reality: GLOBAL. PANDEMIC. Bars? CLOSED. Clubs? CLOSED. My job? CLOSED. There were police patrolling the streets for people out of their homes without valid reason. So obviously, my plug had closed up shop for two weeks, leaving me as strung out as I was broke. My main source of income was closed for a month at the least, and I was fucking screwed. The first two weeks weren't as bad as they could've been, I was too bold to stay in the house and was able to make a couple house calls to my dealer to pass the time. My money ran out QUICK. The news was saying everything would be back to normal in 2 weeks, so I didn't think I'd need to stash my cash. By the end of the second week, the world was sicker than ever and I was broke as a joke. I needed cash ASAP. My next step seemed obvious. As I was sitting on my laptop looking up jobs you can do from home, one word kept popping up: camgirl.
I knew what a camgirl was (duh), but since I was still living in my parents house, I had never considered it. Now that I had started to consider it though, the answer seemed clear as day. Laptop: check. Hot bod: check. Sexual nature and inherent need for attention: check and double check. Plus I already had clientele that wanted to see more of me, so the pieces really seemed to be falling into place. In my excitement I blanked on the one major issue that would stop me in my tracks, my fucking age. Any camsite worth their salt is gonna ID verify their models, so I was SOL once again. The idea swam around in my mind for the next two months, and on the morning of my 18th birthday, I set up a Chaturbate account. Oddly enough, that was the hardest part! I was a natural on camera, and loved the constant attention I was getting from men online. On one of my first days, I got a viewer who came into my chatroom after a night of drinking and spent $400 just because I told him to. My biggest problem in life had been fixed in a single night. I was high on the feeling, and my new bag ;)
Everyone being trapped at home with stimulus checks burning through their pockets meant people had nothing better to do than throw their money at me, and I had nothing better to do than look pretty for the camera and rake it in. For the next FUCKING YEAR OF LOCKDOWN (kill me) I was making more money than I could go out and spend. My setup was low-budget and no one even cared! Men were so desperate for connection they couldn't give a fuck about the cost. I was feeding off the misery of these pathetic men, and I had never been hungrier. The insatiable desire for more, more, MORE was driving me towards success. I was online twice a day, morning and night, bursting with bubbly bimbo energy from the powder I was packing into my nose by the spoonful. To the outsider looking in, I was a wreck, but from my perspective, I had never been better. Online shopping daily, decking my room out in sexy pink decor, and dancing under twinkle lights dangling from my ceiling; I was locked down, but my spirits were UP. I was developing a delusional sense of how the world worked. Freshly 18, no 9-5, and spoiling myself on the daily wasn't exactly preparing me for the real world. I was living in MY WORLD. My money, my body, my rules. How could that ever go wrong? Guess you'll have to find out when I see you again ;)
XOXO, Gia
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