<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/5t1MLuZ.jpg)</div>If Stacy had expected the man to be remorseful or ashamed after having been caught out and then confronted by her, she was in for a rude awakening. Not only did he question the fact if he had indeed been spying, likely alluding to the fact that she had left the blinds open for her live cam show. He then started to give an unsolicited critique of her work, telling her that what she was doing was doomed to fail, or at the very least only give her that much of a return. There was a certain degree of anger welling up in her chest, which stopped her from perhaps admiring the older man still impressive physique. Her ire was no longer mainly aimed at his spying, rather it was indignation at his appraisal of her performance. But as she was ready to really lay into him, he seemed to lose interest and return to his work. So she was reduced to a rather impotent warning.<strong>“Yeah, well.. just make sure I don’t catch you spying on me again, or I’ll be sure to call the building manager!”</strong>She turned on her heels and left in a fury, slamming her apartment door shut behind her.<br/><br/>Stacy calmed herself down a bit by taking a long, hot shower. Then she ate a salad as her early dinner and opened the blinds again to see that the peeping Tom gardener had left for the day. She tried to watch some new Netflix show to calm her mind, but the teen romantic comedy drama of it all couldn’t hold her interest that evening. Something about what the gardener had told her reminded her of what her ex-colleague and fellow cam girl Melanie had once told her. That the real money was being made by couples that cammed together. Even Melanie herself had done this for a while with one of her boyfriends, until the pair had broken up. Stacy opened her laptop and went through her earnings for the last quarter and when she decided to compare them to the previous quarter, she was shocked to find that she had only made around 5% more. So her audience had kind of stagnated. Looking at her subscriber numbers on her cam app profile, her suspicions were more or less confirmed. She had a core group of loyal subscribers who had been with her for several years now. The large majority of her subscribers had only signed up in the past few months, many of them in the last couple of weeks. And just as many of these neophytes disappeared as quickly as they came.<br/><br/>She had always performed alone because she deemed it safe. And because finding a partner wasn’t always easy. Stacy hadn’t dated much since starting her cam endeavor, finding out that many men found it an appalling way to make a living and deemed her only a rung above a streetwalker, if that much.<em>Cam whoring</em>was what one guy had described it when she had revealed her job on their second date. So doing it with a romantic partner didn’t seem very realistic. Even Melanie’s relationship had ultimately not survived her camming together with her then boyfriend. She was suddenly reminded of the old gardener, both his impetuous, slightly biting tone as well as his rather impressive physique for his age. He had given her good advice, albeit delivered in an arrogant fashion. She had instinctively taken a dislike to him but she had also now realized that the man knew what he was talking about. Possibly he had actually done this himself once. Perhaps not as a cam performer, but another role in the sex industry? Wouldn’t it be easier to perform with a man like that? A man she wasn’t dating, perhaps didn’t even have to like very much. She just needed a real dick instead of the dildo. At the very least, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to consider it a possibility.<br/>