Chapter 6: Voyeurism, Ass Training & The Jealous Fan

The money was pouring in at €3,800 a month now, a steady golden river that paid the rent three months ahead, kept the electricity humming warm, and filled the fridge with real food instead of the cheap pasta they once survived on. But the fans had grown hungrier, greedier, their chat messages turning into a constant, throbbing demand that echoed long after every stream ended. “Train that ass harder.” “Voyeur show—let the masked guy finger you while you talk to us.” “Who the fuck is he? Show us him fucking you raw, Mommy.” Léa and Lucas read every comment together after each show, naked and glistening on the pull-out sofa, her head resting on his bare chest, his fingers idly circling her still-swollen clit in slow, possessive strokes while the fairy lights painted their skin gold.

Léa’s thick thighs were spread just enough for his touch, her heavy 36E breasts rising and falling against him, nipples still dark and tender from the last orgasm. Lucas’s cock lay half-hard against her hip, the faint musk of her squirt still clinging to his skin. They scrolled the laptop in comfortable silence, the black curtain shutting out the December night, the apartment reeking of sex and baby oil.

“Ass training,” Lucas murmured one evening, voice low and decisive. “They’re tipping €100 every time we mention it. I ordered the plugs tonight—graduated set plus a thick 8-inch dildo that matches...” He trailed off, green eyes flicking to hers. They both knew it matched his own cock. He didn’t finish the sentence. He simply kissed her forehead, already hard again at the thought.

The first dedicated ass show was scheduled for Friday night. The apartment smelled of fresh lube and anticipation. Léa positioned herself on all fours on the pull-out bed, wearing only thigh-high black stockings that hugged her thick thighs and made her round ass look obscene. The three cameras rolled—wide shot, close-up, overhead—while Lucas, masked and shirtless, stepped fully into frame for the first time beyond just his hands. His athletic torso gleamed under the lights, muscles flexing as he poured generous streams of clear lube over her upturned ass.

“Start slow,” he told the chat in his altered voice. “One finger for €50 tips.”

He pressed the first slick digit against her tight ring. Léa moaned, pushing back, the stretch burning sweetly. “Deeper,” the chat begged. Lucas added a second, then a third, scissoring gently while his free hand reached under to rub her clit. Her pussy dripped openly onto the sheets. Three fingers pumped steadily, her asshole stretching around his knuckles, the wet sounds filthy and loud. She was trembling, moaning in French, “Oui, ouvre-moi ... prépare mon cul pour toi.”