At the foot of a skyscraper beaming with pink lights, the brunette stepped on the beginning of a luxurious red carpet, which was her welcome in such a busy place, with individuals walking on the sidewalk and a couple eating in the elegant restaurant that abutted the street. As she walked on the carpet and closed the door, the eyes of dozens of people focused on her.

The eyes that pursued her seemed to subtract the voices and whispers that could be heard in the place.

Rebeka could understand that her name had changed, but she didn’t fit in with the atmosphere.

"Townie,” said a lady, waiting for her transport, accompanied by a servant. “No offense, of course.”

 Rebeka ducked her gaze to the point where she could see her feet and nothing else. She regretted not having the courage to change—to take off her pants and put on a dress that would make her look less covered. After that, she took a step forward and tried to hide her discomfort, taking out her phone to type. However, the same lady who had spoken to her decided to raise her cane and stop the young woman’s advance.

“If when you walk you look down and all you see is your feet or your phone, if you focus on just feeling the ground or seeing a screen, you might be cutting off the pressure of all this overwhelming, sophisticated society around you. But just because you want to ignore the place you’re in now doesn’t mean the place is ignoring you. Hold your head up high and highlight your flaws to others so they will see how proud you are of them. Stop being invisible and be seen. That’s my advice to you, little sprout.”

As soon as the woman finished her words, the carriage that had brought Rebeka drove off and made room for an even older carriage to arrive on the scene. It was so old, it may not even have had air conditioning, just as it had no roof and the wheels looked like those of a wagon.

So far, Rebeka has not reacted to the comments or ignored them, but she has never been proud of what she had or did that generated criticism from others. Nor had she ever imagined being able to receive such profound advice from a stranger.

After following the flamboyant woman’s words, Rebeka put her phone away, raised her head, and took as deep a breath as she could. It wasn’t that she was looking for recognition, but she acted as if she wanted to see everything and everyone to see her. In the middle of the big city, in front of the buildings that merged with the sky, adrenaline coursed through the veins of the girl, who was called "townie.”.

As expected, thanks to the luxuries of the hotel, Rebeka only advanced a few more steps, and a butler approached with the intention of showing her the way in the direction of the foyer.

“Allow me, miss,” said the fellow in a calm tone.

The young man was dressed in a suit and seemed to do the job with the best disposition, which puzzled Rebeka, for if she was a country bumpkin and truly didn’t belong in such a place, then why on earth didn’t they ask her what she was doing there and just escort her?

  After letting things flow, she decided to proceed through the main entrance, and after passing a few doors, she came upon a magnificent fountain, accompanied by a chandelier made up of countless hanging crystals. In the foyer, there were numerous comfortable chairs and sofas, food stalls, and, of course, a drink bar where people could focus on socializing.

Once she reached the foyer, she looked around and recognized some familiar faces in the social areas. Without giving the matter much thought, she looked behind the glass, where a receptionist sat, wearing a smirk, and waited to be spoken to.

“I’m here on behalf of the website ‘Heaven.’”

The woman didn’t even alter the expressions on her face, and after typing the information into the computer, she proceeded to hand him a letter with a magnetic card inside.

At the receptionist’s signal, the porter returned to Rebeka’s side, and as soon as she took the card given to her, he suggested that she follow him to the main elevators.

“Which floor are we going to?” asked Rebeka, as soon as the elevator arrived and the doors were about to open. She understood that she could get in and push the button and didn’t need to disturb anyone.

As soon as the two doors opened, another woman was inside the elevator. Since she was dressed in a suit, just like the receptionist, Rebeka could infer that she was an employee of the place.

 “VIP room in the penthouse,” said the guy.

“How do you know?” asked Rebeka, somewhat intrigued. 

“The color of the card you were given and the position of the red ribbon make it the duty of every employee to memorize the secret code for the correct distribution of guests.”

While they were talking, they entered the elevator. The one in charge of guarding the elevator buttons nodded her head at the information, and as soon as she inserted a special key, she flipped the switch to activate the last button on the floor, "PH.”.

“That’s pretty secure!” Filled with the courage to make a comment, Rebeka finished what she had started. “I heard that these buildings are mafia territory.”

The two workers were silent. For them, it was superfluous to keep talking, to approve or deny something that had not even been a question and was not part of the job they were supposed to do. Besides, they did not know if the place belonged to the mafia or not, as it was said. But one thing was certain: to build a building as luxurious, large, and lush as that, it took the same height as lying corpses.

‘Everything looks so new and shiny,’ thought Rebeka as she watched the elevator rise from floor to floor. ‘I’m going to take the opportunity to text Omar and tell him everything is fine.’

“We have arrived,” said the lady in charge of the elevator. “On the card is your room number. Have a pleasant stay.”

At the information, Rebeka put the cell phone away and took out the magnetic card she had been given at the main entrance, which indeed had a number printed on it.

 After exiting the elevator, she saw an entire carpeted hallway, well-lit, with decorations and, of course, adjoining doors with rooms on either side.

“Thank you,” said Rebeka on her way out of the elevator. Then she thought, ‘So far everything has been very professional, and I really can’t complain. I could work this way forever, but I mustn’t be tempted. This is so that I can achieve my goals, not to make them permanent.’

After inserting the card inside the door that belonged to her, a lock that had a red light turned green, and after a sound, the door lock opened. The girl looked down the deserted hallway one more time and made sure there was no one following her before entering the interior of her room.

Once she let the door close, swung the latch, and turned in the direction of the interior, the lights came on, apparently the product of a sensor. The room had a drawer just behind the door, in which there was space to put various things, a straight corridor that adjoined a balcony, and on the right side, the kitchen, the bedroom, and the bathroom. After dropping the backpack she carried on her shoulder to the floor, she felt motivated, and more so when she said to herself:

“Let’s get to work!”

After taking out what she had brought, seeing what she had, and organizing the things that were included in the room, it took Rebeka about twenty minutes to prepare the room and turn it into a makeshift studio, similar to the one she was used to at home. On top of that, she did her makeup, changed the color of her hair, and undressed.

‘Stage, set, camera, set, clothes, set, and internet, set.’ Rebeka made a final assessment of everything she had before clicking [Login] right at nine o’clock in the evening.

“Good evening, I managed to get online today, but as you can see, it’s a different place. I must tell you that Neo will not be in today, nor will my cameraman or makeup artist. Regarding my current life circumstances, this will be my last camera session. I will also no longer be posting private photos, videos, or comments. In conclusion, my account will be deleted. The best viewers of internet porn will understand, more than anyone else, that my content is subject to becoming repetitive and, over time, boring. It’s hard to admit, but that’s the way it is. There’s not much left for me to do to maintain the mystery, spontaneity, and craziness that I’ve been selling as content all this time. Of course, questions about who I am, my personal life, where I live, and what I plan to do will remain unanswered for life. Before I talk to you any further, I want to know: Does anyone have any final suggestions for making my departure an unmemorable event like no other?”

For almost twenty minutes, the dialogue window was bombarded by thousands of comments and faces with different expressions. Many were saddened by the news, others angry, as they did not want to believe what she had told them, while some followers tried to find a way to negotiate with what they had, but none managed to achieve their desired result.

  Finally, the cries were put aside, and users shared several offers for Rebeka to expose her body in a perverted way. One subject sent instructions on the different positions he wanted the model to do in front of the camera.

[I hope it doesn’t bother you if I immortalize your body and create a 3-D model.].

“It doesn’t bother me,” she wrote, accepting the proposition.

After putting the laptop where it was supposed to be, Rebeka proceeded to stand up straight, stretch her torso, and throw her shoulders back while keeping her back straight. In this way, she made a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn in front of the camera lens. Then she arched her body slightly, put her arms up and to the sides, and, finally, did several jumps on the spot. The purpose of the little jumps was to make her breasts jump naturally. She then went on to show every corner of her body to the camera and ended up taking out the toys she had brought to imitate the positions in which she had to have a member in her mouth or between her breasts.

The session was tedious, and as it was happening, Rebeka could tell how the followers were disconnecting in considerable numbers, dropping to half of those who usually stay online.

‘It’s not exciting; it’s generic, the brunette said to herself, after which a sigh left her body as justification for the people who were leaving. She remembered that when Omar accompanied her in that kind of moment, where people crush each other, he made her regain confidence with warm words. Same actress, just a different scenario. I can say that what I do has become work. I don’t feel excited. Maybe, because among the names of the users, I don’t find his. It seems that Omar is not really seeing me. If he is next to my father, I don’t think it would be very sensible for him to see me. Besides, with a split head, an increase in blood pressure could cause bleeding again. On second thought, it’s better if Omar doesn’t see this thing I’m doing, for his safety.’

Suddenly, Rebeka sensed something strange. The toy she had inserted was making her uncomfortable on the way in and out. It was indicative of her nature not lubricating the nectar as much as it usually did, which prompted her to stop the penetrations and pull the object out, then continue without it.

After looking away from the camera, Rebeka looked in the direction of the ceiling of the place. ‘When did we get so far away? No, that’s not the question. It was me who found the reason to come, who saw the opportunity to get away, with the excuse of having to work and make money. I think Miguel warned me that it’s not good to let ambition take over. I think I’m worrying for no reason, but it happened like with my mother... when she needed me the most, I wasn’t there. Still, what differentiates ambition from need? This is a job. It’s my last job. I have to put my mind back in the game.’

Back at the screen, she could read the messages.

‘My clients’ wishes are to see my insides open. Are they being considerate today? I know I have to do my part; I can’t give them what they ask for so quickly, but I mustn’t keep boring them either. A female organ without the sheen of lubricant is like watching a man masturbate with flaccid flesh.’

 Rebeka focused the camera on her belly, massaged her breasts a few times, and moved closer to the screen a little more, as long as they could see her completely.

‘Aww, I have to get excited so I can get wet. Whenever I’ve been worried, insecure, or sad, this kind of thing has never been amiss. I think I’m changing. This is the first time this has ever happened to me, to tell you the truth.’

After sitting on the bed, she put aside the vibrator she had on her clitoris to use her hands to rub her breasts.

‘Relying on the admiration of others isn’t working; it’s not strong enough to move my heart. ‘It’s better to think about him,’ Rebeka analyzed as she made wet sounds and moaned each time she pinched a nipple. ‘I’m going to think about all those times we were together. Remembering the wild sex we had always helps me get in the mood.’

The girl spread her legs again, while with one hand she kept her labia majora and minora covered in front of the camera.

 She didn’t do that intentionally, nor did she have any reason to finger herself; she was just acting like someone pretending to be touched. With her eyes closed, she imagined Omar grabbing her between her legs with his burly man’s hand.

‘If only my hand was his hand and he was removin it, little by little, until he left me completely uncovered, and with strength, length forced me to spread my legs. I can imagine him seeing me exposed, there in front of me, enjoying the view, ignoring the camera, andera, not wanting to do anything. But I’m the one who has to break the hypnotic spell of my lower lips and his eyes,’ the girl thought.

In front of the camera, the onlookers could see the capture of something they did not expect. Rebeka opened her eyes and looked at someone who was not there. She touched a person who could not be seen and, literally, was loved by something that did not exist. If it was an act, it seemed quite real and bizarre. Without needing to use anything, Rebeka, the star performer, gently lowered her hands to touch her well-moistured, dilated, and reddened opening from the excitement that overflowed her.

With playful fingers, she pulled so hard on her labia majora that you got to see the darkness at the bottom of her hole, and even deeper into her fluid-overflowing vagina, the cervix was observed approaching and receding, as if something were entering and pushing it all the way in.

“Ah... Oh! Yes!” cried Rebeka, who, in her imagination, had Omar riding on top of her.

She opened her eyes and saw him, closed them, and felt him harder, so much so that she could hardly contain the urge to come. Then she grabbed Omar’s body with her hands, who was the only one who could make her happy at that moment.

In view of the situation, more users connected to the camera session to see, in close-up, how Rebeka showed the movements that occurred in the darkness of her most intimate hole, how she raised her fingers, and how, after pulling upwards, she exhibited her hooded clitoris.

With the circular movements of her hand, the brunette was about to come as she loved it: inside and out. To achieve this, she masturbated up and down on the hottest spot between her legs, while the wild animal of her boyfriend penetrated her with all his strength, so much so that his hair began to get wet with sweat, whose drops rolled down his nose until they fell on her chest.

After pressing her clitoris in front of the camera and making her hand tremble, Rebeka felt from deep within her loins the explosion of an orgasm.

 The spasms inside her vagina were also visible, along with the contractions of her perineum and her desperate sighs. For the onlookers, the moment was magical, although it was more special for that subject, who set out to make a three-dimensional model with the information they had just acquired from Rebeka’s body.

‘I’m still living on illusions... Am I getting further away from reality with each passing day?’ She said to herself as she watched Omar’s body vanish into thin air.

In the past, she had not been able to touch the creations of her imagination, but, right now, this fantasy has made her feel like a woman in every sense of the word. As she caught her breath, she decided not to show her concern to those who saw her, for the thought of having an imaginary pregnancy was not a game.

After returning to reality, the young woman stood up on the bed looking for the laptop, and after getting into a more comfortable position, she proceeded to type words of thanks to all those who were still with her. Then she looked at the clock on the side of the screen and could see that she had barely enough time left for the session to reach its conclusion.

After asking for some suggestions, she found herself satisfying the desires of those who seek pleasure in fetishes. Among the fantasies he didn’t mind fulfilling was shaving in front of the camera.

[It would have been better to see you shaving another girl, but since you’re alone today, that’ll do it for me.].

‘Why not?’ she asked herself as she searched through the bathroom utensils for something with which to trim her hair. ‘I guess it’s about time, and if I can do it now, I’ll save myself the trouble of doing it later.’ 

 ”Is it better if I take the camera to the very luxurious bathroom with candles or continue in bed?” With the intention of letting the viewers decide for her, a good part of the answers pointed to the bathroom being better, and the one who proposed the offer was not against it.

After grabbing the camera and walking around naked, Rebeka proceeded to change places. The hotel room, although luxurious, had a very simple design. The bathroom was the same width as the bedroom but was divided by a glass wall and a door.

Once the girl was well settled inside the bathtub, she proceeded to take the razor in her hand, quickly moisten her intimate area, and smeared shaving cream on her skin to smooth her pubic hairs.

 In front of the camera lens and with her innate sensuality, with each stroke of the razor, Rebeka began the process of removing all the foam with which she had covered her skin. Once everything was clear of shaving cream and she was hairless, she would open her upper lips and, at the same time, lean forward to visually inspect the area so she could run the razor over it again.

‘Seeing me like this is very pleasing to me. I’m thankful I don’t get hair on my feet. Once I shave, it gives me pleasure and feels good. It’s like I’m a baby again, plus Omar likes it better this way’ thought Rebeka as she massaged the area. ‘I’ve been doing this for a while, but I remember how at first I used to itch after shaving. Now, the itching gets me if I don’t.’

As soon as the water went down the drain, Rebeka used a towel to dry the area. Once it was well wrung out, she proceeded to spread a portion of a bottle of body oil, then massaged her pubis as the last step of the proper shaving procedure.

With her hand, she made circular movements that gradually descended and touched her clitoris for a moment. The girl could tell that she did not feel much pleasure, as the most erogenous area of her body lacked sensitivity at the moment.

   ‘I don’t know if I can reach a second orgasm,’ she analyzed, as she quickly disguised the situation and occupied her mind with other things, like organizing what she had around her. ‘Just as well, it’s about time to end the session.’

“Do you have one last request?” asked Rebeka, pretending to be cheerful, then reading the comments. “Let’s see, let’s see... [Urinate your face] In what way?”

[Lie down on the floor of the bathtub, raise your legs, and let the contents of your bladder out onto your face].

“Mmm... I have no reason to say no,” thought Rebeka after reading aloud the instructions provided by the user who posted the offer. “After all, I’m in the bathroom, inside the bathtub, and now that I think about it better, it’s my turn to wash my hair today. But I don’t have a cameraman, and I don’t know if the camera angle is the right one.”

[Never mind.]

Intending to finish her last camera session as fast as she could, she put the laptop in the best position she could and laid down on her back so that she managed to lift her legs, so much so that her spine was hunched over.

Rebeka could see the beginning of her womanly cleft, as well as the ceiling and her outstretched legs. The position was uncomfortable; the bone in her neck ached from being pressed against the floor, and she also found it hard to keep her balance and breathe at the same time. Still, as soon as she put her feet against the wall, she didn’t have to worry about falling.

Intent on emptying her bladder, Rebeka tried to concentrate on how it felt to urinate. She looked for the urge, which took almost a minute, and if it wasn’t for her opening her mouth to satisfy her curiosity, maybe the yellow stream that turned to rain wouldn’t have come out.

 It wasn’t much of the contents of her bladder to waste, not knowing how to aim properly, but with a few adjustments of her body and pressing the muscles of her abdomen inward, Rebeka managed to get her face close to the jet that came out irregularly. Then she stuck out her tongue, and as soon as the first drops made contact with her face, she closed her eyes tightly until it was over.

  The girl managed to contain at least half a mouthful of urine between her cheeks but did not deign to close her mouth, as long as she let it come out. She spat out the last drops of contents that she was not resigned to swallowing and rejoined to look at the camera with her torso and hair wet.

“What do I have to say about that?” read Rebeka aloud. “It feels yummy while it’s hot, but it tastes gross, and now that it’s getting cold, I think I regret doing it. Oops, I got some in my eyes, and they are burning. Now I have a pee-pee smell in my mouth, and I hope my hair doesn’t smell bad after I wash it out. Well, it was a pleasure. This is my farewell. I hope you liked the session. I’m going to take a bath.”

With a sense of pride for having made it to the end, the girl waved goodbye as she bent down to touch her computer, careful not to get anything muddy.

Just before hitting the end session button, in the dialog box, a person posted an offer with the payment of a significant sum of money, only that this could not be obtained until the condition was met.

[Don’t turn off the camera....]

“So much money for just leaving the computer camera on,” Rebeka said, aloud, then analyzed: ‘After all, spending the night in this hotel will cost me a quarter of half of the profits. A little more money can never be left over.’

[You don’t have to do anything else, just put the camera aside and forget about it until you finish doing everything you have to do. Turn off the screen and turn down the volume so you don’t get distracted].

The request sounded reasonable; from Rebeka’s point of view, it was the same as ending the session. After affirming with her head, she proceeded to turn off the volume and turn off the laptop screen, putting it in a place where the bathroom and the room could be seen.

“Now yes, I bid you all farewell. I end my session... forever, Yuno&Neo.”

Careful not to drain the urine from her body to the outside of the bathtub, she turned on the hot water faucet, and after ceasing to be the artist she was, she had the look of an ordinary girl.

Tiredness made her fill the bathtub with hot water and lie down in it, staring at the ceiling like someone disconnecting from life. After all, she may not have had a long day’s work, but it was a long and exhausting day full of unpleasantness, and she also had to get home as soon as possible.

‘What a shame; after having the whole night paid for in this luxury hotel, why didn’t I think to bring Omar? Without having the love of my life by my side, I could have all the comforts I have now, but I confirm that I would not be happy at all. To escape from reality, to abandon my current life... to leave my father’s house and come here with him, it’s tempting.’

As if the devil had entered her body, she stood up in the bathtub and, as quickly as possible, soaped her body, washed her hair, and, after rinsing off the suds, grabbed the towel to dry herself before getting out.

With her eyes on the floor, she left the bathroom, drying her hair, as if she had the need to get to the house as fast as she could. As soon as she lifted her head to locate her cell phone, she requested the services of a cab to return her home and froze in place.

A guy she didn’t know was sitting in a chair, and his body was blocking the only exit door.

“Hi, how are you? You were spectacular tonight.”