𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

4 | Oh Baby Girl, How I Missed You

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Being here gives me a cold shiver up my spine. The last time I stepped foot in this casino was with Tom and I'd rather not have a flood of memories come back to me right now.

I stand at the check in desk, telling the college aged girl at reception that I'd pre-pay now and check out early tomorrow. This is of course, because I am not staying the night. She gives me my room key, I thank her and I walk to the elevators.

It's not particularly cold outside but my long coat looks more of a fashion statement than a cover up. The faux fur collar and cuffs add an elegant touch, a touch that exudes expensive taste. My heels click against the marble flooring as I enter the elevator with two men from the casino floor below who obviously are staying in the upper hotel levels.

"Fuck baby, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this all alone huh?" One of them drunkenly says to me, his speech slurred and eyes hung low.

"I'm actually heading upstairs to peg my girlfriend, I'm assuming that's what you two are doing together no? Let me guess, the one with the big talk is the one that gets railed up the ass whilst this quiet one over here pretends he's not actually gay?" I snap back, leaving the elevator once the doors opened at my floor.

They both say nothing as I leave, and rightfully so. I find my room, enter and lock the door behind me. I have only my handbag with me, containing lipstick, my laptop and a phone. That's all I need for the next hour, other than that I'm ready to go.

I slide off the coat and toss it over the back of a chair, looking at myself in the mirror wearing clothing I would never wear in my day-to-day life. The fish net stockings reminds me of a 90's Cabernet show and the dark red lipstick is definitely not my thing. I have a short black wig perfectly fit to my head and my lingerie set looks more like it belongs to a leather kinked dominatrix than a girl like myself.

I look hot, but it's not me.

I have three minutes until our designated time. I lower the hotel room lights with the dimmer switch, I turn on a nearby lamp for some backlighting and add clear lipgloss over my lipstick. I open my laptop, load the server website I had created and wait for Yurochka to log onto the call.

"Malyshka! Ya po tebe skuchaya," he says as he logs onto the call, telling me he missed me. The malyshka part, is him calling me baby girl; gross.

It's funny, the laptop is angled basically between his thoughts so his cock inside his underwear takes up majority of the screen. It's small. No wonder he's an illegal firearms dealer, he's compensating.

I respond, telling him that he is always on my mind. I concentrate on what he says next although I can only retranslate the word 'sex' and 'you'. I respond by leaning forward to angle my tits at the camera.

Nobody pays for a cam girl to talk anyway.

It's not long before he has his little dick out of his boxers and he's jerking himself off. Honestly, I spent half the time with my eyes closed pretending that I was imagining him. I moaned a few times, look my bra off towards the end of the call and played with my own tits.

The shameful part of all of this is that I semi enjoyed it. I didn't enjoy his small dick, I didn't enjoy the fact I was extorting this man, and I definitely didn't enjoy the fucking outfit I was in, but I enjoyed the event. As I touched my chest, tan my hands through my hair and moaned softly, I couldn't help but think of Tom. And I fucking hated that I thought of him.

Tom was the last person to actually get me aroused. Of course I have had sex with people since the break up, but he always ended up being the person I thought of during it. Whenever I was with another man, the occasional woman or just playing with myself, Tom was always somehow on my mind.

Fucking bastard.

Then I told him next time he should pay for a longer call and we hung up. It was honestly, more effort than time spent on doing the whole fucking thing. I looked over at my laptop which had started its encryption and I smiled to myself, texting Priya to get the clients payment to my offshore bank account ASAP.

PRIYA
That's my girl

Y/N
Ready for the next job

PRIYA
I'll let you know when
one comes in for you

Packing my laptop back into my bag and putting my coat back on, I left the hotel room the same way as I entered it; quietly, quickly and looking like a hooker. Which, I guess made me 'in character' given I just gave my first virtual sex call.

As I left the casino I drove home via a McDonalds drive thru, rewarding myself with a McFlurry after my late night hacking expedition. It sounds ridiculous, but with the amount of people I knew going into this job, I picked up cyber hacking and digital expiration very quickly.

You come to learn that most criminal hackers are all missing a different puzzle piece. Now, they won't tell each other their secrets because that is dumb. But they tell me because I'm trusted. So I have everyone else's missing puzzle pieces and I have formed a pretty picture on top. And yeah, it took me a fucking while to get the hang of, and yeah Priya taught me the basics, but I've developed systems the fucking CIA would be envious of.

After all, I'm about to tip off one of Europes most lucrative arms dealers, sorry Yurochka.

I sling my handbag over my shoulder and hold the McFlurry in my other hand, the spoon in my mouth as I unlock the front door, I put the security code and scan my thumb print to shut off the security system. Yeah, this job made me kind of crazy about security.

I put my bag onto my bed and started pulling out the multiple bobby pins attaching the wig to my natural hair, pulling at it and shoving it in a nearby drawer. I took a makeup wipe and finished the last spoonful of soft serve before wiping it around my face.

I looked at my phone when I heard a familiar ping, the notification of anonymous wired money transfers landing in my offshore bank account.

+ $9999.99
+ $9999.99
+ $5000.00

I calculated the amount correctly as I hummed the song that was playing in the car, shortly before starting the shower. Mission accomplished. I had an extra twenty five grand in my account that would go undetected by government officials, I had a small buzz from eliciting cyber sex off a billionaire and I looked pretty damn hot tonight.

That's a win/win/win in my books.