A proposition

Lara giggled as she dragged Max up the stairs.

“So, you know I’ve talked for ages about trying to make a little extra money,’ she said, as Max followed her to the end of the hallway.

“Where is this going, Lar?” Max said, stopping in the doorway to her friend’s bedroom. She could see the laptop on the desk was on, and Lara’s room was tidier than she had ever seen it.

“Well,” Lara faced her, a mischievous smile on her lips. “I started webcamming.” She laughed at the look on Max’s face. “Oh, don’t look like that,” she told her, “it’s amazing! I can lounge around giving myself orgasms all day and people pay me for it!”

Max couldn’t help but grin at Lara’s excitement: she was almost jumping on the spot. Despite herself, she was intrigued. It explained why Lara had looked so tired in school lately; Max guessed she had been staying up half the night.

“So… how much are you making?” Max asked, moving forward to take a seat on the bed. Lara came and sat next to her.

“Well, it depends – it’s a scale, you see. So I set targets: if I get $100 then I take my shirt off; $150 for my bra, and so on… and if it gets to $600 I’ll start touching myself. But…” Lara looked down, and Max frowned.

“Hey, what’s up?” She pulled Lara’s long hair away from her face.

“Well, I’ve been offered $2000,” she said. Max gaped.

“What? Woah, they don’t want to meet you in person, do they? Cos Lar, not sure that’s cool…”

“Oh, no! Nothing like that,” Lara said quickly. “It’s for something special though. A two-way activity…” She tailed off and looked up at Max hopefully. The penny dropped.

“Wait… you want me to have sex on webcam?” Max asked.