<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/5t1MLuZ.jpg)</div>The object of David’s attention on that hot morning in Boulder was a young woman called Stacy Twellman. At that time still oblivious to the fact that her cam show had a spectator other than the ones watching online, she was a bit going through the motions of her show that afternoon. At twenty, she would have hardly believed that eight years later, this would be her main source of income. Once upon a time, Stacy had enrolled at university as an English major. She had taken well to social life on campus, making a lot of friends and enjoying more than a few casual hook-ups. Academically, she had crashed and burned in her second year, her GPA finally taking the inevitable nose-dive that her general lack of work ethic could have predicted.<br/><br/>At first she had been fine with dropping out and getting a job. She went through a series of waitressing jobs which thanks to the tips meant she was actually not making bad money. But working in the service industry took its toll and after a while she had to  deal with one too many whiny customers. It was actually a fellow waitress, Melanie, who revealed she earned an extra buck by doing private cam shows. Stacy herself had researched that endeavor online and had finally taken the leap by getting her first AV-rig. Cam girls didn’t quite use the same equipment they had once upon a time. Now, if you wanted any hope at making some money, you needed a set-up that would stream your performance in 3D, so that the person on the other side could experience it in 360° VR. Even the cheap rig that Stacy had bought when she just started out had cost a good chunk of money.<br/><br/>That had been two years ago and it had been a steep learning curve. She had needed a good bit of practice to finally get some shows off the ground that were lucrative. It probably took her three months just to earn back the investment she had done in terms of equipment bought. Another three months before she felt secure enough to quit her job and make the camming her main source of income. There had been fallow periods of course, where she had to take on a few waitressing shifts here and there, when her cam show had not yielded enough viewers for whatever reason. In her own mind, she thought she was doing a pretty good job at it by that point, almost two years before she had turned the rig on for the first time and performed on camera. Whilst she did all sorts of stuff on camera, her primary focus had become oral shows.<br/><br/>She had discovered she had some skill at deepthroating and she had also found out that this was a niche that brought a nice and steady audience her way. Even on an idle afternoon like that day, the audience ticker at the top right of her projection screen told her that 327 people were currently watching her. Stacy operation had both a live aspect and an archive function. Each performance was stored on her page, where it could be rewatched, though without the interactive aspect of the live show, of course. Though truth be told, the majority of men simply liked to call her names whilst she was working. Others did send through instructions but those were often times so outlandish she couldn’t have done them even if she wanted to.<br/><br/>At that point of her show, she was repeatedly shoving the dildo as far up her throat a sit went, causing the tell-tale bulge in her neck of the first few inches of the silicone sex toy slipping into her gullet. She exaggerated the gagging noises she occasionally made, with having performed so often her natural gag reflex was almost gone entirely but she knew it was a turn-on for some of the men watching. It took her a rather long time to realize that someone was standing just outside her bedroom window. She turned eyes towards there briefly at a small hint of motion and spotted a bare-chested, sweaty man who was eyeing her with some interest. A part of her wanted to halt her show and go close the blinds immediately but she knew stopping mid-action would cause the majority of her subscribers to log off. So she continued her show to completion, another ten minutes of auto-throatfucking, before she concluded with her usual gesture, a kiss blown at the camera with a lipstick smeared, saliva-stained mouth. She switched off the AV-rig, essentially stopping the 360° stream that the three separate cameras were capturing. Then she walked briskly to her bedroom window, closing the blinds after glaring at the man. She didn’t stop there, after throwing on a robe and putting on some slippers, she left her apartment and walked around the building to arrive where the man was still ‘working’.<strong>“Just what the hell do you think you are doing? Do you imagine that you can just spy on a person’s personal business like that?”</strong>She wasn’t so much bothered that he had seen what she had been doing, online thousands of men had seen her perform sex act for them. There was just something so shameless about his leering that it had angered her.<br/>