Interlewd 2-2 featuring Misty

With shaking hands and a nervous heart, Misty positioned her webcam. She stood in front of it, and saw in the preview that her eyes were barely visible. She adjusted it again, and saw only her lips and below. Exactly how she wanted it. After getting some mood music playing from her stereo, the stage was set.

The redhead struggled to keep her fingers steady as she typed in the URL on the card she had received. It was a parting “gift” from one of her challengers, after he claimed her in front of the usual audience of swimmers in her Gym. He promised it would be a good find for someone who so thoroughly enjoyed being watched and judged by others. She tried dismissing it as nothing more than disrespect from a cocky trainer, but… here she was. Obviously she couldn’t let her true identity be known, so she wasn’t showing her full face. Her hair was down, instead of in the typical side ponytail. And, instead of her signature outfit, she wore only a long white t-shirt, long enough to pass as a dress, along with some sky blue lingerie that matched her eyes. When she bought the pair, she imagined it being used on a date with a handsome, charming man who’d sweep her off her feet. But now…

Having swiftly created an account, Misty checked her webcam preview one more time to ensure that she wouldn’t reveal her identity. With one hand, she tugged on her shirt in trepidation, and with the other, she clicked the button. A red banner on the screen assured her that she was now Live.