Episode 13: tHigh Noon

Stacy Puma had been awake all night long thinking about the suggested ideas for a website following her adventures. So many emerged that she filled three whole pages of her wire bound notebook. She did know one thing for a certain. Her friend Miguel had lit up her imagination by fucking her in a ring of fire. Someday she wanted to recreate that scene but with higher more menacing flames. Her rabid ego needed to show her viewership just how fearless, possibly foolish this hellpussy was. Becoming a crispy critter was a risk she was willing to take.

For now, everything was in a holding pattern. Until she managed to get somebody to build her a site, she would just have to continue her online shows the way she had been doing. Even if her site never happened Stacy was happy to make a decent living. Each extravagant show she was performing was now asking $500 bucks an hour, high end for her dreams. But it was her taking those risks of doing literally everything and anything her lustful loyalists wanted her to do. No other job would ever match that. Of course, she had to go further each time to reach those heights. Her luck would run out eventually. Her demands would need to go lower to keep the money coming in. She was being careless by charging an arm and a leg.

Yesterday while on a road trip to Boulder, Colorado with her friend Xander Coyne she managed to make buku bucks, added funds due to losing track of her scheduled time frame. Her devoted audience went out of their way to compensate the Puma to show their appreciation for the extra effort. Making connections with more and more people meant her sex shows could always call upon certain folks to help her get crazier and crazier. The sky was the limit in her mind.

Notebook aside Stacy kicked back on her loveseat and shut her small touch lamp off. Sitting in the dark she felt like relaxing, her thoughts settling on Xander. On their way back from Boulder he was happy, yet quiet, not even giving her hell for taking off on him and doing her show without his protection. That was unlike him. Xander always looked out for her. Obvious feelings on his part, yet Stacy refused to get involved in any real relationship. Not at this point in her life. Still, she found him in her thoughts more often than she wanted.

He barely talked about the good news he received. The school that he met with had accepted him to go out into the field of archaeology and play Indiana Bones. So weird! Why was he being so secretive? Not that she cared. He was just her lackey. Right? Puckering as she curled up on her loveseat then blanketing herself with a designed throw of a cougar, Stacy Puma fell asleep. To dream a little dream.

Early morning shattered her wicked dreams. Dreading the cheerful exuberance of barn swallows nesting in her neighbor’s elm tree birdhouse she wished she had BBs for her gun. Yawning, she crawled from her makeshift bed and crept down her back staircase to her outdoor bath for a brisk shower. Nature felt so alive. Drying off upstairs she got dressed in her favorite black stretchy skirt and a loosely fit button-down white shirt that she left unbuttoned exceptionally low past her cleavage. It would be obvious to anyone seeing her that there was no bra to hide her large perky breasts. The front pocket effect of the shirt however did to a degree mask stiffened nipples. A fair trade at best.

“I haven’t worn this blouse in a while. Damn it looks good on me. Guys will be going out of their way to see my front. Question was, will her public embrace it or gripe to high heaven? Risk taken ... Puma on the prowl.” She posed at various angles in front of her full-length mirror for her own ego’s satisfaction. Like her namesake she walked from side-to-side growling at herself just for charisma.

“Ok, boots or heels? I prefer boots but do they match this particular outfit. Hmm? Hoochie boots are too much, I think. Let’s show off my muscular legs. Heels it is but boy will my feet hurt if I do much walking. Compromise?” She fidgeted looking over her shoe collection. “I really need to invest in some new shoes. Most of my heels are too high to do a lot of walking. My bag will only carry so much without stuffing shoes in with my laptop, webcam, fake books, wallet, toys, etc. I’ll feel like a pack mule. Guess I suffer the heels.”

Selecting white heels to match her white blouse and black skirt she took one last look at herself before frowning, “Definitely going shopping.” Rolling her eyes, she packed her bag sacrificing a rare moment to look at her wall clock, “9:05. Library should be open. I just hope the Librarian is still Xander’s friend who said I could put on more shows from there. If not, things might hit the fan. “ She continued to randomly eye the clock knowing the local transportation schedule, “Let’s get moving before I miss the next bus.”

Heading down her back staircase Stacy rounded the garage and spotted her brother’s ole’ lady Bree locking the side door to their house. Turning to see Stacy she sized up her bouncy agenda.

“Full frontal so early in the morning?”

“Not full frontal until the skirts around my waist. You must need glasses.”

“Probably so. Need a ride?”

“Which way you headed?”

“Going to see my mom. She bought tickets to the Bronco game next week. Thought I would surprise Griffin with them. Please don’t ruin that surprise.”

“I want to go. Tell Annie to get me a ticket.”

“I’ll see what she can do. Working at the box office has its perks.”

“Awesome! Maybe I can do a show there at Mile High Stadium.”

“Right. So, your brother can arrest you once you get caught.”

“You know I’ll take my chances. We could do a show together.” Stacy stuck her tongue out at Bree before flipping her off, “NOT!”

“I happen to like my career, Stacy. Sorry! If you do anything, please don’t include me or Griffin.”

“Would I do that?”

“I know you’ll try.” Bree snickered pointing at her dryly with an evil eye.

“Library up town?”

“Sure. Let’s ride Tonto.”

“Tonto? Who are you? The Blown StRanger?”

“Do I have a penis?”

“Guess not. Moan StRanger?”

“Sure, I’ll claim that moniker.”

Chuckling they hop into Bree’s Jeep, and they departed for downtown. Stacy’s feet were safe for the moment, propping her hind paws on her future sister-in-law’s dash. Bree growled about it at every stoplight they waited for. The Puma ignored her completely. Heels currently off her painted toenails were sexy.

Curbside delivery out in front of the Municipal Library Stacy offered a thumbs up followed by her infamous middle finger. Luckily, Bree knew Stacy well enough to let her know it was her way of giving thanks. She was never one to vocalize. As the door slammed shut Bree watched Stacy wiggle up the exterior stairs leading to the library entrance then sit her heels on the concrete before stepping into them again. The cheeks of Stacy’s ass peeking out from under her skirt hem made Bree scowl and hit the gas. She didn’t need to linger there any longer.

Entering the Library Stacy took her time exploring the inhabitants. Surprisingly not many people were around today, of course it was still early. Choosing her desk, she set up her surroundings first. A high back chair to assist in camouflage and a fair share of bookcases to block the view of the center most tables. Once arranged she set up her laptop and cord style webcam. Getting settled she fired up her chatroom entering under her notorious sign on ID of ApacheSlut.

Resorting to thirty minutes of chatting to accumulate interest in her with glimpses on webcam she reeled in over a dozen potential viewers. Only two of them had seen her in the past. To her amusement they praised her in the room to the others, assisting in dragging along prospective observers. Money was harder to gather today. The longer she chatted the more evident it became that today might be a bust. Not wanting to give up Stacy kept trying. Dirty talk became necessary. As did quick peeks at her breasts as she fanned her shirt wide. Finally, she accumulated a measly eight viewers at a hundred dollars an hour each. Nobody seemed to have money today. Groaning she caved and settled for what she could get. Eight hundred was better than nothing.

Typing the rules, she awaited her first request. A viewer named BeaverDayum insisted she immediately strip nude. Examining her surroundings for safety her shirt was removed and set aside. Standing she turned her back to the camera and slithers her skirt down over her ass cheeks ever so slowly, bending forward for a voluptuous full moon. Down to her feet the skirt slipped. Ignoring it she spanked her bottom twice and pried her cheeks apart for a luscious view of her clam and tiny anal canal. The pings were muted but every guy in her room had something dirty to say about her performance. Twisting in step she rolled her palms over her full frontal before returning to her seat.

“Next command.” She pecked away at her keyboard.

A strange request led her to peak an eyebrow, “Seriously?” She pondered, reading it a second time. “Take your clothing and place them in two different locations far apart from one another and leave them there.” Smirking, she picked up her skirt from the floor showing it to her viewers, followed by her shirt in the opposite hand. Turning in her chair she eyed the people in the library. With so few people here today she felt the request was doable.

Standing up she scooted away from her chair and confidently left her desk. Keeping in the frame of her camera she moved across the large room to stash her shirt over the brass bust of a man on a pedestal. It looked like a wedding veil. Leaving it she turned walking out of the camera shot. Taking her skirt she found a second bust and draped her skirt around it like a turtleneck. It was amusing to her.

Across the room sat a student who happened to look up and spot her. Jaw drooping, he timidly expressed a grin and exhibited a glowing blush before granting her a vivid smile. Fluttering her fingers at him to say hello she returned to her desk. Turning her camera, she showed her audience the skirt and then her admirer who was staring. Camera returned to her body she sat back chuckling. So far so awesome.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t steal my clothes. I didn’t bring a second set.” She typed, laughing her ass off. The mere thought attacked the hormones of her viewership. Guys loved her bravado. Rubbing her hands together evilly she cracked her knuckles then pecked the peckers. “Hit me up Losers.”

A third command wants her to go talk to the student. She typed back, “He might faint.” Chuckling she took a deep breath and checked her vicinity out. Only three people in the whole library sitting area. One on the second floor looking at books. All guys luckily. It was then she noticed a sole girl enter and make her way past the friendly male student. The girl was a stunning long-haired blond roughly 5’5, 100 pounds. She wore a cowboy hat, a western style shirt, and cut off jean shorts. Cowboy boots on over stunning legs.

Frowning Stacy paused her people to see where she might set up shop. Impatience grew swiftly as her viewers decided she might not do as ordered. Flipping them off on cam then sticking her tongue out to razz them she stood tall and abandoned her chair. Turning her camera before stepping away she strutted toward the guy. Seeing her walking toward him his face went from red and grew flushed. Reaching him she bent over with her ass facing the camera, resting her elbows on the large mahogany table.

“Hi.” She batted her eyes at the guy.

“You’re doing a webcam show, aren’t you?” He chuckled dryly.

“Why yes I am. Any complaints?” She wiggled her ass from side to side as part of her allure then reached back spanking herself on her left cheek.

“Not even. I heard rumors of an Indian girl doing shows here. My cousin told me. He said you were smoking hot. That’s not even close. You’re fucking volcanic.”

“Awww! That’s really horny of you to say. Gotta name Trigger?”

“Wyatt.”

“Wyatt as in...” She belched sounding out the word, “Earp?”

“That was sexy.”

“I know. But you still want me.” She puckered as if blowing him a kiss.

“You know you have competition, don’t you?”

“Competition? Are you going to start your own webcam show?”

“No! I mean from that blond that just walked by. She does shows here too. I’ve caught her before. She’s as crazy as you are.” There was something suspicious in his tone that made her narrow her eyes. With a shrug she didn’t care any further.

“No pale face is crazier than the Apache. Nice try, QWyatt.”

“Don’t bet on it. You just wait and see.”

“Whatever! I have to go back to my guys. See you in Tombstone.” She turned and spanked herself with both hands as she walked away. Wyatt was drooling all over his papers. Looking back Puma spotted the blond hiding in a corner. Chuckling at her secluded spot Stacy rolled her eyes. “No way is she as ballsy as I am.” Reaching her desk Stacy sat back down and turned her camera on herself.

“Get this!” She typed for the whole chatroom. “That guy said the blond that just walked in was wilder than I am. Seriously, who does he think he is?”

A viewer typed back with, “That’s Jenna McKenna. I’ve watched her a few times. She’s sexy as hell.”

“Better than this smoldering, Desert Rose?” Stacy scowled!

“Not even close. I prefer dark meat.” The man typed, “LOL”.

“Right! Next command.”

Her fourth challenger insisted she go meet the blond in person. Pausing a minute, she sneered at the camera before typing back with, “Are you setting up a duel at High Noon?”

Laughter filled the chatroom along with their crude comments. She snickered at their goading to fulfill just that. Eying the blonde’s direction she witnessed the girl stand up to change out of her clothing. Literally watching her every move Stacy noted the girl with milky white flesh strip her shorts off and put on of all things ass less chaps. Puckering her lower lip Stacy mumbled, “Right on!” Seeing the girl tie her shirt into a bow over her belly button and reveal a large cleavage made the Puma growl. Discovering Stacy’s eye contact the blond winked at her. In turn she sat back down to talk to her own viewership.