Chapter 3

That’s when my phone rang. It was Janice with some news. It seems her uncle had tried taking over as CEO of the company and ran into a snag. He couldn’t spend any of the money to do anything. That and most of the employees didn’t trust him. As she was the owner of the significant shares of stock, the board wanted her opinion. It seems her dad had, at some point, transferred the shares into a trust for her that he would manage. However, no one expected her to take over his job. Some of the employees remembered her dad fired him. In other words, they didn’t trust him. They wanted to know her opinion. She said he was not to have any say over the company. Also, the police wanted another interview. In other words, they would try to get her to confess. She also said they had new information she needed to shed some light on. She could either come in and help clear things up, or they could just send everything to the grand jury, and she could expect to be arrested after that. Janice suggested a criminal lawyer before speaking with them. She was not qualified in that area of law to be of much use.

I suggested the police send her their questions, and she could respond in writing with anything she could help. Janice said that was a horrible idea. She knew putting anything in writing could and would be used against her. However, she did know a public defender who might take her case pro bono. Of course, if she were cleared, he would hope she would pay him for his time. She agreed to meet with the man. I, of course, was not allowed into the conversation. She did meet with the police. The fact that she already owned the lion’s share of the stock came up. This blew their theory of why she killed them out of the water. She laughed when asked if she planned to take over the company now that Daddy was gone. She explained that she didn’t know how to run a multi-billion dollar company. She was supposed to go to college for that. Then work for Dad, at least; that had been the plan before his death. She did not get the royal criminal treatment, thanks to the defense attorney being present. And she was able to walk out of the station.

That evening, she made her first webcam broadcast. She started clothed and would remove something for so many tips of 25 units. Although it took an hour before something came off, she could see the audience numbers growing from a couple of viewers to 10s, then 100s. By the end of the second hour, she had over a thousand and was down to bras and panties. A few moments later, the bra came off, and the numbers started to soar. By the time she was naked, she had 6218 viewers. And the computer was dinging with tips non-stop. That’s when requests began to flow from the watchers. Show the bottom of your feet—a close-up of your v-jaja. Finger yourself for us. Well, she did rub herself for them. And she gave them the close-up of the spread lips. That’s when someone posted, “Oh my god, she is a virgin.” Lude offered to solve that problem, and she followed. Amazingly, she had over 3500 followers when she signed off for the night. She had a hard time believing that many people liked how she looked. Her self-image was taking a drastic hit over this. She had earned just over a grand for 4 hours of work.

After she was offline, she said she had an idea. It turned out it was too scudual a ticket show to lose her virginity. Okay, I can be dense. However, I could see guys paying big bucks to watch that live. Then I suggested she milk it. Do a poll with ticket votes as to whether it should be with a dildo. She smirked at this but agreed. Little did I realize that with most of the zit now gone because of my treatment, she was considering me for this.

The next day, she got on at the same time, and when she mentioned the idea online, someone offered to buy her the dildo to use. Well, this opened up another possibility. She could get a guy to buy her things. However, how to do that safely? She could set up a wish list for people to buy her stuff online. All she needed was a Post Office Box to have it shipped to that and someone other than her to pick it up just in case of stalkers. Well, I was still close to a few friends from school, and I knew one of them was doing the shopping and delivery thing to make money. For a little bit of cash, he could pick up the packages and take them home overnight. He parked his car in the garage so anyone who followed him from the post office would be caught on the door cam. That and he could drop the package or packages off between food deliveries the next day. As his dad was a cop. Well, there was a bit more than just a door cam involved. All we needed to do was tell him when to pick up packages. Oh, and when I went to explain it to his dad, he was the one who suggested the indirect route. And no, he was a street cop and not involved in her case. He also suggested we use a post office with a zip code over from the actual one. He seriously doubted any stalker would follow his son around making deliveries all day. So we arranged all that. Sara also built a rather extensive wish list. Eventually, offering to make a video for anyone buying something from the wish list just for them.

Now I had seen her naked in my living room doing the webcam. Well, she had me running my camera to do so. It may have been overkill using a mid-level DLSR, but I didn’t own a webcam, so we used that. We would need to solve that issue as I was still doing piecework for the paper and got calls at all hours. Well, not a lot of calls. But I would hate to stop her from earning money for my part-time job. So when she suggested we could use the resort for the week, her parents would have typically done so. I was shocked. It seems they owned the spot for the same week every year. And they only allowed couples and their children in the resort. It looks like single men were not allowed. That and her daily earnings were still around 800 from camming. She contacted the resort and explained her parents had passed away and wanted to know if it was okay for her and if a good friend could use it. She had asked about webcamming from the resort and was told as long as no miners were in the stream, it was okay. They had others, including a couple, that did that. Also, there is something about a warning sign at our site if we were out of the camper. That turned out to be a loaner sign from the resort that stated stepping on the property constituted permission. That and minors were not allowed during streaming.

Well, I didn’t know her family had an RV camper. They rented a different one yearly, and she talked me into it.

At this point, she received her first check and was thrilled to have her own money—a nice chunk of money. For protection from her uncle, she had me open an account as the primary and her as a user. We used a bank different from my own.

I was surprised that they let us rent the RV. Well, we were under 25, after all. You can’t rent a car until you’re 25. But I didn’t ask, and they didn’t seem to care. Getting to the resort was quite a trip—nine hours on the road before we arrived. I did not tell my parents where we were going, mind you. Just that I would be gone for a week, and Dad agreed to handle any emergency that came up at the apartment. Besides paying for the RV rental, Sara saved all her earnings for her defense fund. So, I was still paying for our food. Also, my skin had completely cleared up from the doctor’s treatment. So, no zits to ruin my looks. However, I was more embarrassed to undress in front of Sara than the idea of strangers seeing me. Of course, having a dick with a mind of its own was also embarrassing. Sara told me to ignore it because everyone there would be, and by the end of the week, I wouldn’t have a problem anymore.

Now, being the same time of year, Sara knew all the Nabors around us. Most were sorry to hear about her parents. And one was a private detective, of all things. In other words, he had lots of questions for Sara. Well, he didn’t stop there. He wanted to know my intentions. I think I owned an apartment complex and supported her without expectations, which made an impression on him. The fact that we sleep in separate beds might have helped as well. Oh, and Sara did run off with camp friends a few times. Me, I just enjoyed a campfire when she did so. One night, instead of doing the show in the camper, she did it by campfire. Well, till the smoke chased her back inside. It turned out a couple in their mid-thirties happened onto the show. It wasn’t hard for them to find us. That sign gave away our location. We relaxed when we learned they did their show. Sara learned a lot from the two of them. And even agreed to do a Simulcast with Barb. Sara didn’t want Barb’s husband involved, and I was not on her show. So they did a 4-hour show in our RV. Well, after she learned Sara was still a virgin, she understood. However, Ron and I were watching on his laptop outside. They liked the idea for the poll. They were shocked about the wish list she had set up. Well, till we explained the delivery arrangement we set up. They had stopped doing that when a stalker arrived at their home one day. After that, they decided to buy their own stuff. We both learned a lot about webcamming from them. And yes, the two girls did do things together on camera. Just no penetration stuff, well, on Sara’s part, anyway. Barb, however, almost had Sara’s fist up her. Oh, and Sara was right. My dick did calm down after a few days. Oh, and I took lots of photos of Sara around the complex. Did I mention she could be a model?

Before we left, Brad, the P.I., said he thought she should have someone look into her uncle. He thought the way things were playing out was very suspicious. He could give us the name of a good friend in our area. We did leave with Peter’s name and phone number. We talked about it all the way home. Sara decided it could be a good idea and made the arrangements with Peter. It turned out to be a good idea. The first thing he found was the large amount of cash that her uncle had withdrawn the day after the accident. The second thing was the stolen truck belonged to a guy where he currently worked. He forwarded his findings to the officer in charge of the case. Who promptly dropped it? Or should we say he did not investigate any further? After a few weeks, Sara contacted the officer, who told her it was nothing. We passed this on to the private detective. She was still the main subject of the investigation. That ended up costing her more money to widen the investigation.

In the meantime, Sara decided to run the poll. I was a bit shocked by the dildo or a real person bit to the survey. Well, needless to say, the real person won the vote by a landslide. She even had offers for the bidder to be that person. This concerned me until she sat me down and said I was the only person to get that chance. I walked around with a big grin the rest of the day. Well, I did. That evening at bedtime, she snuck in and climbed naked in bed with me. I woke up at some point to a very naked young lady hugging me from behind. When I asked what she thought she was doing. She responded she was tired of dropping hints. But I had to wait for the webcam day for full sex. I responded, “Ha.” And then learned about blow jobs. It was an enjoyable learning experience, followed by a lesson on how to eat her out. When I asked about her sexual preferences, I learned that Barb was the first girl she had ever done anything with. This led to more questions, and I discovered Sara liked licking her nipples. You can tell where this leads, and I now understand why girls want attention to that area. It also affected my lower anatomy.

The day of her ticket show and deflowering arrived. I was shocked she was charging $50 per ticket. Of course, that was just for the actual sex portion of the show and creampie afterward. Also, I had set up my camera in video mode in addition to the cam recording. She planned on selling the video online. We watched a few hours of the RV couple to see how they did it. We had to; neither of us had the experience to draw on. We kissed and fooled around a bit before the ticket show started. We waited till there were 5200 watchers online. Then, we did a countdown to the start. Who says sex doesn’t pay? Well, when it comes to deflowering a virgin, it does. Over 1100 tickets were sold as the show started. A couple hundred joined after. You can do the math yourself. And no, it didn’t matter to me that I didn’t make any money. I got laid for the first time in my life. Of course, when I had to shift my camera to catch the cum leaking from her with the streaks of red in it. Well, what can I say? I understood why guys liked cream pie. The blood, not so much. Then again, that only happens the first time. Of course, something else can also occur. After that, we slept together every night. Then again, she was a bit too sore for the next two days for a repeat. And no, she did not end up pregnant. She was on the pill to regulate her monthly.

Peter contacted us a few days later. He found a connection between the Judge and her uncle. That is the same judge who froze Sara out of her money and signed the eviction order. Now, it seems they were poker buddies. He didn’t know if it was collusion or the judge looking out for a friend. After all, her uncle did have his ear once a week. He might have just believed her uncle’s lies about her. He said this because the judge had handed everything off to the District attorney, and in turn, it went to the police for investigation. It looked like the judge wasn’t pushing the investigation. That was all her uncle’s doing. Peter had talked with the DA and got copies of the police reports from him. But short of finding the truck driver, they didn’t have a case. And that’s where things sat. Of course, if he needed to testify on her behalf, that was part of his service.

Well, it looked like the next step would be probate court. Her uncle was contesting the will and was present. His lawyer painted Sara as a murderer and responsible for the patricide. She was still under investigation by police and should be arrested soon. So, the terms of the will giving everything to this greedy child should be overturned. He even had the officer in charge of the investigation present to testify. Sara’s lawyer objected but was overruled. The officer took the stand. However, when cross-examined, he waffled quite a bit. When it was brought to the judge’s attention that her uncle was the only one pushing the murder charge. And there was no evidence that it was more than an accident. When Peter took to the stand and explained his findings, her uncle was too outspoken. The officer had to retake the stand and explain why he didn’t look closer at this new evidence. Ultimately, the Judge ordered him to look into the information closer and put things off for a month. He wanted to know if it was an accident or murder before he ruled. He reminded the officer that he would not wait long as too many people’s livelihoods were on the line with the decision he had to make. The corporation was headless and needed a stabilizing influence to continue new activities. At least it was still operating and paying its bills. However, until the ownership issue was settled, it couldn’t expand and was at risk of losing customers. They had already had to lay people off because of confidence in their corporation.

At this point, Sara considered me more than a boyfriend. She was dropping hints about how much she loved me. This worried me a bit. I was afraid it could be nothing more than shiny knight syndrome. I confessed I liked her a lot as well. But it would be unfair of me to ask more. Then, I added that after all her legal problems were solved, she still felt the same way about me. I would let her be the one to ask for more. Well, that turned out to be a long delay. The probate case keeps getting postponed. However, my wardrobe underwent a drastic fashion change. For one thing, I started to star in her cam shows. She started paying me half the price of the tickets for those shows. We also started up a separate page on a site that sold subscriptions. Well, I was photographing her and making videotapes as well. I was even in some of the videotapes. Now, getting subscribers is a slow process. That is till she advertised giving away a free month on her webcam show. Needless to say, keeping that site updated keeps us both busy. It also exploded with subscriptions. She was earning almost as much from it as the webcamming. She cut that back to three hours a day. And did not notice any loss in income from it.

Before we knew it, a year had passed, and it was resort time again. This time around, we planned it better as well. I even got an underwater housing for my camera. And someone even bought a mermaid tail for her. Now, this was not one of those cheap things. The person using it could even swim in it. And even if it went on over her hips, it had openings that left nothing to the imagination. As it turned out, he only wanted some photos and video clips to advertise the product, as he owned the company that manufactured them. He even offered a 100-dollar referral bonus for each referral, resulting in a sale. This resulted in her wishing the complex I owned had a pool. We had made good use of the resort’s indoor pool that summer. As well as the beach and trails for photo shoots. Remember, she was a runner on the track team in high school. So, she still did some of that. There were no track meets, but she still went out to keep in shape.

One of my assignments was getting shots of an active fire just north of town. The paper wanted shots and offered me 100 for each photo used. Sara went with me. Or I should say she took me as my car didn’t start. Well, it was getting old, and it was often having issues. And yes, I got some truly incredible shots using a Telphoto lens. It’s not like they would let us too close to the fire. It was an old industrial building, so the flames shooting up in the sky were spectacular. At this point, I had gotten a wifi card that saved my photos to a laptop with an air card. So, I was, in effect, sending many photos to the paper in real-time. The paper was thrilled. It turned out that the fire department was also because there were fantastic shots of the men working the fire. I learned they stopped the presses to get photos in the evening edition. Do you have any idea how rare that is? It took 2 days for the fire department to put the fire out. It was also the most significant A.P. usage ever of my photos. And remember, I got credit for being the photographer on all of them. The fire made the national news, and it was reported some of the T.V. news outlets showed my work as they read the story. Eventually, they got their cameras out there, so video as well. Now, a bit about my setup. I had placed an action cam on top of my DSLR camera. So we could film photo shoots. Well, being the first one seen to take photos, I had turned it on. So, in addition to photos, I also had a video of the fire. When she realized this, Sara said I should see if one of the local news stations might like to buy it. It turned out they were mildly interested. Well, till they viewed it, that was. Then they offered me a grand for it. I pointed out that I wanted the A.P. wire share as well. Anyway, they agreed when they realized I was the photographer whose photos they had used in the first place. Did I mention how high some of those flames had been in the photos? Well, I had the only video of them that big. It was probably the first time the cable news networks had picked up any of my work. I understand that parts of the video were even seen overseas.

On the way home, I noticed a large trailer park for sale, so I shot a quick photo of the sign before getting home and collapsing. You know, both Sara and I smelled like smoke for three days afterward. It turned out they wanted 2 million for the park. It may have been a bargain; however, I did not have enough money for the down payment. I made good money from rentals; it’s just not that good. Sara thought it would be a good acquisition for the corporation, but they also could not take advantage of it under the current conditions.