Episode 1: Indian Giver

Stacy Puma had very little to show for her life. At age 23 she had graduated high school and become the ultimate slacker. No going on to college for her. Not even a job. Nothing to speak of that is. She hated authority so getting along with a boss became challenging. It probably had something to do with her upbringing. Both parents were career alcoholics. Her dad was a factory worker. Her mom a bartender. Go figure, right? Luckily their disease didn’t pass down to Stacy and her older brother Griffin. Sure, they drank but not excessively.

Unlike her brother she had no real career moves. Griffin however had gone into the Army for a four-year enlistment. Security Police led to him becoming a Denver cop five years later. In her mind she hoped that might come in handy someday. If she ever got arrested. Much older than Stacy, Griffin felt obligated to take care of her as best he could. Once she graduated, he offered her a roof over her head as much as it was. Anything to avoid her living under their parents’ corrosive shadow.

Shortly after becoming a police officer Griffin had bought a cheap fixer upper. She lived in the small two-bedroom house with him until Griffin met his girlfriend, Bree. Once they hooked up there wasn’t room in the house for three people. Griffin couldn’t abandon Stacy though, relocating her to the fairly small barn style one car garage out back which he had fashioned into a gym. The attic above the gym had enough room for her to at least sleep and entertain. All she had to her name was a full-sized bed to sleep on, a small refrigerator, microwave, 32’ television, and a delipidated loveseat. It was that small. Weirdly enough she didn’t even have running water. There wasn’t room for a bathroom. He had fashioned an outdoor shower in the back of the barn where nobody could see her bathe, not that being seen ever bothered the free spirit, and a toilet with a curtain barrier. On a budget it was better than nothing they thought. She could live with it. Luckily, he rigged the cable and internet to the garage to give her at least some semblance of normalcy. Even got her a cellphone under his shared plan.

What bothered her though was the fact she felt that she was living off of him. Even Bree had spoken of her sponging off of her brother. Not that she was a bitch. Even she adored Stacy enough to buy her clothing and necessity. It wasn’t like Stacy didn’t try. She just couldn’t keep a steady job. Three weeks tops. Her spirit was just that, too spirited. It was her way or no way and that always landed her back on the street.

Her one advantage to life was the fact she thrived on keeping fit. Just like Griffin did. Luckily that was cheap too. She used his cardio equipment, weights, even a punching bag. Adding to that her daily three-mile run, Stacy kept her body tight. She felt good about her appearance even though she wasn’t drop dead gorgeous. At 5’6 Stacy maintained her weight at roughly 125. Her hair raven black and just past her shoulders. Straight and shiny. Big brown eyes her brightest feature. Beyond that her firm shape found curves in all the right places. Her breasts 36D and bountiful. Her ass heart shaped and firm. Not a model. Not remotely ugly. She was content and knew that guys looked at her. Constantly. Griffin referred to her body, her beauty as a warrior born. She liked that image herself, tough but sexy. Makeup always added something when she could afford it or swipe it from Bree.

Guys were an issue for her. She didn’t want a steady man. Dating was slim due to the fact she just didn’t encourage it. Sure, she liked boys, real men. Loved sex. But her outlook was just like holding a job. She didn’t want a guy to boss her around. Unless it was on her terms. She wanted to be in control of her own life choices. In every way. Sure, rough sex was a turn on, but in the end the warrior in her fought back. That ended that. Men did not like to be shown up.

For months she would examine what type of career she could create on her own merit. Being a loner with no friends she began to sink into the depths of online addiction thanks to Griffin buying her a cheap laptop for her birthday. Chatrooms became her source of interaction. Goofing off at first by toying with guys then abandoning them. In the end probably making more enemies than any semblance of friendship. Webcams drew her into the possibilities of exhibition. Seeing women earn money for masturbation shows like Chaturbate intrigued her. This led to websites that stockpiled such women of daring. Anywhere and everywhere. In their own homes or out in public. Library porn became a swift fascination. She began to feel convinced that she could do better than most of them. Learning how to establish money transfers through a cellphone application she was ready for business. It was time to find out how the other side lived. After being kicked out of the pay sites for persistently breaking rules she set up her own site. So far so good!

The Denver mass transit system became her sole source of travel. Glad that Griffin bought her a yearly bus pass she was able to get around fairly easy. Armed with a sizeable book bag to carry her laptop and extended cord webcam she sat waiting on her stop. The bag also included a change of clothing and a large dildo vibrator. All that she needed to pull off her first endeavor.

Her clothing was simple. A short blue jean skirt with no panties underneath and a yellow sleeveless shirt that buttoned down the front. Beneath that was a thin white bra that was albeit sheer. She accented her clothing with a turquoise cameo on a rawhide choker. Bree had given it to her as a gift. She wore it everywhere to symbolize her Native American heritage. She was proud of her Apache side. Her mother being black not so much.

The bus was packed today, primarily men. They were definitely checking her out. Her long legs freshly shaven along with her snatch. Only a very thin triangular runway of pubic hair led upward from her pussy. She called it her arrowhead. Occasionally she offered a tease to any onlookers that stared her way. Fanning her legs wide for a glimpse. Each time she would keep a blank expression. To show emotion or too much interest and she would be subject to them trying to get to know her better. She just wanted to tease. Nothing more.

By showing off here on the bus made her more confident that she could do her live webcam show. The difference there would be she would play with herself. Unlike right now. She withheld touching anything. She just wanted to see reactions. They smiled and flirted with their eyes. Should they grow too eager she would stop cold and ignore them. Safer that way. Not to say never but for now she wasn’t ready to do as much. She wanted to save her bravery for when it was needed.

“Denver Public Library. Almost there. I better chill out.” She closes her legs tightly and grabs her bag prepared to exit when the bus stopped.

Three minutes later the bus comes to a halt, and she exits. Two others followed her out. One female. One male. He had noticed her teasing so that made Stacy edgy. If he entered the library too then she might have to watch herself. Of course, the guy was kind of cute. Early 30’s. White guy. She ignored him the best she could while walking into the library entrance. Sure, enough he followed her in. At least the library was huge. The chances of him hovering too close by would be unlikely.

Scanning about the auditorium of tables, seating areas, and computer desks she counted twelve people reading or studying. Choosing what she considered the best spot to set up she strolled toward it. A corner desk with computer space. This was perfect for looking behind her to see who was coming and going. Watching and ignoring.

Her next step was to look about for surveillance cameras. If there were any she sure couldn’t find them. She would take her chances. Setting up her laptop and webcam Stacy positioned it toward the front doors. This gave her a bird’s eye view of different angles. Being a test run she wasn’t that stressed. She needed to know how far she could go. What she could get away with.

Settling in her chair which had a loveseat feel to it. Large circular and cushy. The back of the chair concealed her lower body. Fancy she thought to herself. At least the chair gave her some camouflage.

“Okee! Let’s find a nice chatroom and get this ball rolling.” She murmurs finding a local room to observe what they were saying. Which wasn’t much. Mostly dudes looking for strange to meet up with. What better place to begin she thought. Let them think that they were in control over her. It was their money. Entering the room under the name, “ApacheSlut” she turned on her webcam. Awaiting viewer requests she chose to type a few men in the room.

“What’s shaking Colorado?” She types.

Various replies flirted. Others kept it clean. Guys were asking her what she looked like. She described herself then informed them that she was studying at the library. Even though she wasn’t. She had brought along her own books to make it appear genuine, including a notebook and writing pen. Those she unpacked atop her desk for effect. Moving her laptop to different angles helped her monitor what was behind her without turning constantly and looking obvious. So far, she hadn’t noticed anyone bother to look her way. A good thing she smirked. She wanted to step up and prove herself the best public exhibitionist out there. This was going to happen.

She reveals to some of her online paramours that she was a cash only dare monger. They would have to pay to see her nude. Even more to play with herself. More yet if they had personal requests. After locking in who was willing to pay her, she granted them access to see her on cam. Waving at their arrival she smiles brightly, then flipped them off to show that she had a fierce persona. This was followed by a flow of compliments. She had five viewers already. Keeping their conversations in the room was difficult. She didn’t want dozens of boxes to keep up with. After giving out her payment code she awaits to hear her cell ping. Only one taker for starters led her to give him a thumbs up. Typing in the room her thanks.

“Can you all see me?” She types knowing full well that they could. She was just playing naïve. The paying viewer known as “Hunter6969” typed an innocent request to see her tits. She poised an index finger to tell him to hang on. Looking through her cam for eyes she quickly unbuttoned her yellow shirt and fanned it open with a beguiling temptation. Revealing her lacey white bra, she lifted her breasts toward the camera.

Another message adds, “Take the bra off.”

This was from a nonpaying viewer. She swiftly replies with an amount to fulfill his wishes. He agrees after seeing that she was serious. While awaiting payment she decides that this was too time consuming. Choosing a new method, she creates a separate room for her viewers. There she writes out a new pay rate. She tells them that if her account reaches a certain amount, she will do anything they ask of her. Leaving that open for options. The combined amount was set at $200. She was worried that might be too much. Still, she had to try.

Lustful peeks at her areolas then covering up led them to make the decision to meet her $200 for a hour of her time. Her eyes brighten up as the amount hits her account. She would fulfill her obligation but, in the future, she would try for $300 or more. Locking her account, she shows her cell phone screen to the camera to prove she had her money. Then, she sat it aside to type.

“Thank you. What do you want me to do?”

Request after request stimulated her thoughts. They were getting an hours’ worth of lustful spontaneity. They were insistent that she got naked. That would be her priority. As her nerves kicked in so did her adrenalin. Looking around her at the patrons who were in their own world she knew this would not be so hard to accomplish. Reaching behind her yellow shirt she unclasps her bra and carefully removes it. Her thick pointy nipples perking up at the thrill of exposure. Once off she stashes the bra into her backpack. Leaving her shirt open she fans it for her viewers grinning sheepishly. Stretching she clasps her hands above her head to let them admire her tits. Settling forward she tilts her webcam toward her waist. On her blue jean mini skirt, she had a zipper down the front. Unzipping it offered a glimpse of her lower tummy. Fingers fanning just below the material to tease her arrowhead pubes. Doing this she expressed a devilish eye contact.

Again, looking around her she lifts her hips and drags the skirt down her legs and over her feet. Showing the viewers, her removed skirt she tucks in her seat behind her. She needed to keep it close by in case she had to quickly get dressed. From there she scoots her seat back using her weight. This brought her pussy into view of the camera.

The compliments were escalating. They found her body perfect and begged to see more. Hearing this made her wet as hell. She wanted to push herself. As they tell her to take her shirt off too, she winks at them. Carefully eying the group of people behind her studying she removed her left arm from the shirt. Noting their behavior to be oblivious she took the risk and slipped her right arm out as well. The back of her shirt was low cut exposing midway down her back as it was. So, anyone who had seen her come in wearing it would presume she was still wearing it. Slouched in her seat she felt secure. Stacy Rae Puma was naked.

Posing in her seat she raises her legs high holding them by crossing her arms in front of her knees. This produced a clam glam view of her pussy. Releasing her arms, she fans her legs wide and touches her toes, lifting her legs into the air chest level. Her spirit eagle was soaring.