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Living with a camgirl – Chapter 01, or how I discovered I am an anal slut
Living with a camgirl is not as glamourous as you might think at first glance. Yes, some of it is sexy, but more times than not it’s more of an inconvenience.
I first met Erin when I was looking for a place to live in during my second year of uni. I’ve never been great at time management so it was already pretty late in the game when I started looking for something. All the nice places had understandably gone like hot cakes, and all that was left was either prohibitively expensive or too sketchy. There was one ad, though, I had come across multiple times while searching the website, but it asked for a “female, like-minded and sex-positive” flatmate. It wasn’t much: a small kitchen that was just separated from the living room by one of those low walls with a countertop, the two bedrooms and a small bathroom with a sink, toilet and shower. The living room and the bedrooms had big windows with a great view of the city, though, and it looked like they allowed a lot of light in.
Seeing that even the sketchy offers were going pretty quickly, I decided to try my luck and sent the poster a message.
“Hi, I’m Tom.
I saw your ad and that is a very nice flat.
I know I don’t exactly meet your criteria, but I’m desperate, and before resorting to trying to get some other place where I feel there’s a real possibility my flatmates will be rats or I’ll be waking up with a missing kidney, I thought it was worth a shot.
Do you think you could make an exception?”
She didn’t take long to respond.
“Hey, Tom. I’m Erin.
Yeah, you’re not exactly what I was looking for
Are you a student at the local uni?”
“Yes! Second year.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you what. I’m pretty desperate myself, I thought it would be easier to find a nice girl to share a flat with, but… seems I was wrong…
So, why don’t we meet for a coffee so I can get an idea of what you’re like and then I’ll decide.
Don’t get any wrong ideas (or your hopes up, fwiw). This is strictly transactional.”
“Of course! You’re an angel!
Sorry, didn’t mean that in a weird way. Just that I’m finally seeing some light at the end of this leasing nightmare.
When were you thinking?”
“You’re on thin ice, Thomas!
Jk jk
Are you free later today? After lunch, maybe?”
“Sure! Not much going on at the moment. I spend every waking hour on that hellsite looking at photos of flats on my screen. It’ll actually be nice to interact with a real human for a change.”
“Hahaha at least you’re honest. It’s a good start!
Hb 3 in the café opposite the main uni building?”
“Works for me
I’ll be on my best behaviour, I’ll take it as a job interview
I’ll even wear a tie!”
“Hahaha that won’t be necessary, really!
Okay, I’ll see you then”
When I turned up at five to – I wanted to make a good impression – she was already there. I recognised her from her profile picture on the letting website. The first thing I noticed was that she had her bangs bleached and sported piercings all over her ears and in her left nostril. She had a button nose, thick eyebrows and thin lips. She was slim and on the short side, but looked like she did some form of exercise to keep in shape. I noticed she was one of those people who could successfully style anything and make almost any outfit effortlessly look cool. She was wearing a plain white crop tank top and black cargo trousers with a black belt, white chunky trainers and a chain around her neck. It wasn’t too cold out yet, especially at that time of day. She had already ordered a coffee and a piece of cake and was looking at her phone, resting her chin on her knee (she had one foot on the seat of her chair).
“Erm- sorry, I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” I apologised as I approached the table she was sitting at.
“Oh! Hi!” she raised her hand to her mouth and tried to swallow the piece of cake she had been chewing when I surprised her. “No, not at all, you’re early,” she said checking the time on her smart watch. She had a slight northern accent. “I just- I was in the area and finished before I expected, so no worries,” she explained. Standing now that she had composed herself, she wiped her hands on her trousers and extended one to greet me. “Nice to meet you um… Tom, was it?”
“Yup,” I answered taking her hand and shaking it lightly.
“Please, take a sit,” she pointed at the chair opposite hers while sitting back down. Shit, was it really going to be like a job interview?
“How do you take your coffee?”
“Oh, just an espresso will do.”
“Oh, just an espresso? Who you trying to impress-o?” she asked with a cruel smirk.
“No, no, I do like espresso,” I defended myself raising my hands a little. I really didn’t know whether to be worried about the interrogation fatih escort or embarrassed for her pun.
“It’s okay, I’m messing with you,” she tried to sweep it under the rug, sensing the awkwardness on my face. “Sorry,” she quickly added. “On the other hand, you’re gonna have to deal with a lot of me messing with you if we end up sharing a flat, so the earlier you start getting used to it the better.”
She raised her hand to get the waiter’s attention and ordered my coffee. She also asked me if I wanted anything to eat, but I said no. They quickly brought it and then the real interview started.
“Okay, so, second year, right? What are you studying?”
“BA in illustration and concept art.”
“Ohmygod,” she said like it was all one word. “That sounds so cool!”
“Eh, it’s not as cool as it sounds,” I replied dismissively. “It’s like any other degree. You have to like it to be able to endure all the useless courses and the hard work.”
“Right, right,” she nodded understandingly. Everybody reacted the same way all the time when I told them what I did at university, like it was two or three hours a day of colouring with crayons. “So you do like it?”
“Yeah, of course. I’ve always enjoyed drawing and creating characters and things like that. And I’d like to be able to live off of it someday.”
“I see. Do you think you’ll be able to?” she asked with genuine curiosity.
“Well, the industry’s big, and with a good portfolio and knowing the right people you can get places, but it can also be a bit endogamic, if you know what I mean…”
“Absolutely. Sounds a bit like my line of work sometimes…” she said, mysteriously. “Anyways, so, important question: do you have money?”
What did that have to do with anything? What a weird question… She must have seen the confusion in my face because she quickly added:
“For rent. How do you make money?”
“Oh! Err, for now I’ve got some saved up from last year and a few commissions during the summer.”
“Oh, you do commissions? Nice!” she sounded weirdly interested, but held back.
“Yeah, but I don’t make much with them yet, you know,” I explained, a bit embarrassed. “So, yeah, last year I was working at a café a bit further away from here, but I think they shut down so I’ll have to look for something else, especially since the bnb I’m staying at is eating away at my savings.”
Erin made an apologetic grimace.
“But I do have enough for the down payment and the first couple of months if it’s still the same price your ad said,” I quickly said, trying not to sour the deal. I really couldn’t afford anything much pricier than that. “And, just in case, my parents can lend me some money if needs be.”
“Don’t worry, I trust you,” she reassured me with a smile. I think she felt how much I wanted to prove the money wouldn’t be a problem, so she changed the subject. “Would it be possible to get you parents’ number? Since we’re doing the whole interview thing,” she giggled, “consider it a character reference.”
“Uh- Sure!” now I wanted her to feel as safe as she could about me. I was sure she had her reasons for not wanting to share a flat with a guy, but since she had agreed to meet, I reckoned she’d accept if she felt I was trustworthy enough. “I also have a sister.”
“Well, even more references!”
“Better not… We have a good relationship, but she likes to stir up trouble,” I explained.
“Ah, I know how those can be. I’m only child, but I have a cousin just like that.”
We both laughed, relaxing a bit at the discovery of this similarity between us.
“No, what I meant was,” I started again, “I have experience living with a girl our age.”
“Oh, our age?” she repeated playfully. “How old do you think I am?”
I was stunned. Had I said something wrong?
“I- err- I thought,” I babbled, “I thought you went to uni as well. At least year two or three?”
“As a matter of fact,” she clarified, “I don’t attend university. But yeah, I’d be in year three. So I guess I’m a year older than you. But don’t worry, I also have experience living with uni students, my flatmate last year did biochem.”
“Oh, right. Why did she not come back this year?”
“Well, that’s a funny story, Thomas,” she confided in a tone that clearly said it wasn’t funny at all. “You see, she went to a camp for nerds over the summer and she met a guy from another university, so she transferred there and didn’t think to let me know until a couple of weeks ago or so. And here we are now, with me desperate to find another flatmate mere days before the start of classes.”
“Well, I’m glad it turned out that way,” I said, quickly realising how bad it sounded. “Wait, no. That came out the wrong way. I meant that if not for that I would be left homeless mere days before the start of classes.”
“I know what you meant,” her smile became bigger, like a cat playing with a mouse. “Hey, now, you’re assuming this is a done deal!”
“Nothing of the sort,” çapa escort I hurried to answer. “It’s just that without you I wouldn’t even have a smidgen of hope.”
She studied me with a hand on her chin and her lips pursed, humming.
“I’ll tell you what, you’ve made a good impression so far,” she confessed. “Do you have any questions for me? Or do you want this to only go in one direction?”
“Uh, yes, I have questions,” I lied. I hadn’t even considered there could be anything that’d make me refuse. “Are the expenses included in the rent price?”
“Yup, landlady has a flat rate for the expenses, so we pay the same every month.”
“And when would you need the money?”
“Beginning of each month.”
“Right…” I was running out of questions. Although… there was something… but better not mention it. “So, when could I move in?” I asked instead.
“I guess the sooner the better, for both of us. You’d be able to leave that shitty bnb, and I’d have someone to share the rent with. Of course, you’d only pay for the fraction of the month you’d live with me.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“I insist, really,” she said honestly. “Anything else?”
Should I do it? Or would I be sticking my nose in her business?
“Yeah, err, actually,” I mumbled, then cleared my throat. “Okay, so, in your ad, you said you were looking for someone- well, a girl, that was open-minded and sex-positive? Should I be worried?” I inquired, finally. “Like, are you gay? Or will there be a parade of guys, or girls, coming and going in the flat? I’m not homophobic. Or slutshaming. Jus- Just curious.”
“There it is,” she had waiting until I had finished rambling with a knowing smile. “Okay, I know we’re both in a pretty tight spot. So I’ll tell you now before it’s too late and you get your hopes any higher. I’ll lead in by saying no-one’s going to be parading in and out of the flat on my end. That’s for sure,” she scoffed. “But that’s besides the point.”
She took a deep breath before she continued.
“As I said, I don’t to uni. I dropped out in the middle of my first year. It just wasn’t for me. So, I had to start working. And I work from home,” she made another dramatic pause. She kept looking everywhere but at me. “I’m… a sex worker,” she announced. “I do streams and OnlyFans. So… you’d have to deal with that.”
Erin gave me a flat smile. She was done. Now, she was waiting for my response. Or my reaction, at least, since I was too stunned to give her anything remotely verbal.
I think I was blushing a little.
“Tom…? Earth control here. Please, give me something,” she pleaded.
I tried to mouth some words, but I was speechless. She must have realised I was more embarrassed than salivating at the prospect.
“So-,” I finally was able to coax some sound out of my throat. “Do you, err, like, re- record yourself-?”
“In my room, yes.”
“Wow…”
“Yup…”
Despite how confident she had been all through the reveal, now the awkwardness had spread to her as well. I felt compelled to move the conversation forward, since it had been my fault.
“Okay,” I nodded displaying more coolness than I thought I had in me at that moment. I still had to swallow hard after that one lone word.
“As I said, it doesn’t have to be a problem,” she promised. “General warnings; no, I don’t do free samples,” she asserted, “I don’t need a live audience or a scene partner, and no, I won’t give you my links.”
“Yeah, that sounds absolutely fair,” I conceded.
“Yeah, from your initial reaction, I’m confident you’re not gonna be a perv about it, just wanted to be clear about that, is all,” she said. “And,” she offered, “we can come up with a schedule that works for both of us. I’ll work while you’re in class or at work, so you don’t have to hear or see anything we both don’t want you to.”
“Again, fair.”
“So… does that sound like something you’d be okay with?” she asked, biting her lip as her eyebrows arched expectantly. Then she frowned. “You’re not gonna get all pervy, or worse, all puritanical about it?”
“Err, no. No. If that’s what you do with your life, I’m okay with that. I won’t bother you. Really, I’m not gonna risk you kicking me out by being a knobhead.”
“Brilliant, I’m pretty certain that comes from a genuine place, so I’ll take your word for it. Cause that’s right, you know, I can kick you out whenever I want. I’m more than capable of paying rent on my own, I just want to be able to make some more disposable money.”
“Great, that’s settled then.”
“I guess. Flatmate,” she said, her playful smile returning to her face. “This is hasty, but… I’m not sure either of us is gonna find anything better at this point.”
She offered her hand and, after contemplating it for a second, I shook it.
We met again the next day and she offered to help move the few things I had with me at the bnb. I think she wanted to make as good an impression as I did. When we got to the flat güngören escort she showed me to my bedroom and we left my things there. After that she gave me a quick flat tour – there wasn’t much to show but it was good to know where everything was from the get go. The last item on the tour was her room, on the opposite side of the living room from mine.
“And this is my room,” she said. “This is where the magic happens, if you will. And it is strictly off limits to you,” she declared sternly. “Nothing that happens in there is any of your business. This goes both ways, of course, I will respect the privacy of your room. But, you know. I have to set firm boundaries.”
“So, not even a little peak?” I asked jokingly.
“No,” she answered without a trace of humour.
I nodded a bit taken aback and we left the matter at that.
By night-time I was already settled in. We had dinner together (she made an amazing rice salad and opened a bottle of white wine to officially welcome me in) and spoke some more about life and stuff, then went to bed early; the day had taken a toll on us. The next day we talked about scheduling, and until I knew more about what days and time my seminars were and I found a job, we worked with what she was used to up till that point. I would make myself scarce from the flat and be at a café or the library working on my illustrations.
That first weekend my parents came to bring the rest of my things from home and meet Erin. Even though we had already been living together for a few days, she made sure to get her character reference from them. As always, her door was shut closed the whole time and, of course, we didn’t tell them about what she did for a living, they just assumed she went to uni as well, like I had. She seemed happy with what she found out about me, and they seemed convinced she wouldn’t murder me in my sleep.
We quickly got used to each other. I found a job at a supermarket which wasn’t too shabby, I was able to schedule my hours each week, so that worked out well with Erin. We quickly found out we clicked well together and became fast friends, getting quite comfortable with each other, which is always a plus when you live with someone. Still, the matter of her room and her job was a strict taboo. Until, that is, one day a few weeks in.
I came home from my classes and called her name. No answer. She had probably left to go buy something or run some errand. As I walked to the living room something felt off. There was more light coming in than usual. Then I noticed where it was coming from; Erin’s door was open.
Not just a crack. No – it was wide open. I’m not gonna lie, I panicked a bit. But after looking around again to check if she was in the flat, I got curious. I slowly stepped towards it, my heart in my mouth. “Just close it and be done with it,” I repeated again and again in my head, but as I got closer and closer, my eyes laid upon what was beyond the threshold of her bedroom.
The first thing I noticed was that it perfectly mirrored my own bedroom. Opposite the door, and towards the big window, was her bed. Underneath the window, to the right of the door, her desk with her gaming computer on it. I had sort of seen that side before many times, since it was clearly visible whenever she opened the door to go in and out of the room. But my curiosity got the better of me. As I put my fingers around the doorknob to pull the door shut, I craned my neck around it and took a peep at what was behind.
In my room, I had filled that open space that the built-in wardrobe left with a storage cabinet for my art supplies, a bean bag and a small TV to plug my consoles to and play videogames. She, on the other hand, had set up a cosy little home studio for her videos and photos or whatever she did. A couple of softboxes she had left turned on, an expensive-looking camera on a tripod and LED lights in neon colours that run round the ceiling of the whole bedroom, also on. What really made me raise my eyebrows was behind all that. Against the back wall of the room were a bookcase and a rack full of… the tools of her trade, so to speak.
The shelves displayed a, to be honest, quite impressive collection of dildos and assorted sex toys, in all kinds of colour, shape and material. The impressive size of some of the dildos caught my attention. I thought she must have been a size queen. On the other side, hanging from the rack were items that were more in the BDSM category; all sorts of ballgags, restraints, harnesses and ropes. In the middle of what I imagined was the stage area, between the camera and the shelves, was one of the dildos, on top of some tarp that was spread, I reckoned, to protect the floor. It was on the bigger side, but definitely not the biggest she had. It was yellow with black marbley strains, and it looked like it belonged to an equine creature. It honestly looked majestic standing there all alone, straight, pointing towards the ceiling and slick with lube.
At that moment, I heard her key turning inside the front door. I quickly shut hers, a bit more forcefully and loudly than I should have in my haste. I tried to collect myself and calm down my breathing. She made the short way that separated the entrance from the living room and saw me standing outside her bedroom. She was carrying her tote bag and an unlabelled brown paper bag.