Ramona gets a new job

Rain shone on the dark streets of Heidelberg. Class had been long, and Ramona was tired. Her shoes clicked on the damp pavement as she walked briskly home, cognicant of the fact her day wasn’t done yet. She’d been on her feet all day and they ached as she walked. Streetlights twinkled in the puddles and damp pavement of the street.

Dr. Schwartz was as long winded and fascinating as ever, and the session at university had run late. His lecture, a long and thought-provoking piece on the genetic manipulation of plants for their use on Mars. She didn’t mind the delay; Dr. Schwartz was a famous biologist and future Martian colonist; the lecture was time well spent. The university was the best in Germany, and he was the best in the University. Someday soon she’d finish up here, and who knows? Follow the Doctor to Mars?

She smiled at the idea before dismissing it out of hand telling herself not to let her ambitions get the best of her. Working alongside Dr. Schwartz was an amazing opportunity, and who knows where it could lead, but at twenty-six, she felt conscious of how much she had left to learn. In fact, she felt downright overwhelmed with how much there was to learn, even if she was top of her class.

It was a small class. Advanced biology with a focus on human self sustainability was pretty niche, even with all the commercial interest that Martian colonization had gathered recently. She and the other six had been focused on the work of terraforming plants. These species, specially modified, would thrive on Mars, slowly, methodically, oxygenating the atmosphere. Dr. Schwartz had taken an early interest in Ramona’s work the previous semester. Her interest in the field, and the practical applications of particular interest to him. He’d suggested often she focus her efforts on the Martian colonial projects everyone had been talking about. It seemed like new fad at first, Ramona obliged simply because she wanted to do well.

Now it was nearly an obsession. She loved the intricacies of planned ecosystems and thanks to Dr. Schwartz’s suggestion, she was the only student in her class focused on a wholistic ecosystem approach. When she closed her eyes at night, she saw the hanging gardens of Mars. She pictured every open space in the colony filled with fruit trees with blossoms that bees danced on, and every wall covered crops of beans. One day, she believed with all her heart, the Red Planet would be lush and Green, and she’d be one of the people to make that a reality. It made her wish she could live two hundred years so she could see it for herself. She applied to a bunch of the Martian colony programs, again, on the recommendation of the Professor. She’d felt silly doing it, like she was intruding on the territory carved out for real scientists and professionals.

“Me an astronaut,” she muttered with mirth as she approached her apartment. She expected that if they accepted her application, it would be as a research scientist or some such position. Ramona unlocked the heavy door of her building and walked up the narrow stairs to her apartment. Her neighbor, Sarah, was standing at the door next to hers. The little blonde was trying to unlock her apartment while juggling an armload of groceries.

“Let me get that for you,” she said quickly, taking the wet paper bag of vegetables out of Sarah’s hands before she dropped them.

“Thank you so much,” she said, finally able to get her door open, “you’re a life saver.”

“No problem, babe,” she said, stepping into her kitchen to place the bag down on the counter. The apartment was as small as her own and a bit messy. She put down the last bad, stepped out quickly and headed to her own apartment, fumbling with the lock. The studio apartment, a mirror of Sarah’s, was clean, tidy and well laid out. Ramona only had a few belongings that she cared for. What she did have was well organized and clean. Ramona shrugged out of her jacket and slipped off her damp shoes with a relieved sigh. Padding slowly through the kitchen, she grabbed a glass and poured a glass of wine from the box on the counter. She took a long sip as she walked to the bathroom. It was a rough, dry red.

“Cheap,” she muttered to no one, as she placed the glass down beside the sink. The cramped bathroom had the best mirror in the apartment. Her long red hair was a mess thanks to the rain on the walk home. She tied it up into a ponytail that hung down to her shoulders. She smiled into the mirror, her blue eyes behind her black rimmed glasses hid the exhaustion she knew lived behind them. It had been months of this; living two lives. She needed the money to keep this roof over her head and if she was being honest, she didn’t mind it much. Some lipstick, a red that matched her hair, and a bit of blush on her pale cheeks, and she felt ready.

“They won’t be looking at my face anyways,” she chuckled, and looked herself over in profile, running her hand over the curve of her shapely ass with satisfaction. She looked to her phone as she took another sip of the wine and saw that several were in logged in already. She smiled, and headed to the bedroom next to the kitchen, finishing and refilling her glass as she did.

Her mind went back to Sarah. The walls in this place were paper thin, and their bedrooms were next to each other. When Sarah had her boyfriend over, it sounded like they were fucking in the same room. Last time it happened, Ramona masturbated to the sound of the two of them; the slaps of flesh against flesh, the moans, the grunts, the screams of pleasure. She’d seen her boyfriend before around the building before. He was a tall, dark-haired guy, and she imagined him ramming his cock into the cute little blonde while she wailed with pleasure. Ramona had kept it pretty quiet while she played with herself, but part of her had hoped they’d hear her. They must have before, she mused, either when she had men over or when she worked. Her body tingled with the idea of getting caught.

As she sipped her wine, she turned on her laptop. Mic and camera were both working. Two minutes. She adjusted the lighting in her apartment, then finished her wine, setting the glass out of the range of the camera.

@nerdyslutDE logged in at exactly 22:00.

“Hello everyone, as you can see, I just got home from a big day, and thanks to you, my sexy fans, I get to relax now,” she said into the camera, her expression as innocent as she could make it. She stepped back, from the camera, standing in front of her bed. Slowly NerdySlutDE unzipped her hoodie and shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. She was wearing a white t-shirt underneath. Her nipples were already poking through the material, and as she squeezed her small breasts through the fabric, a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. She wasn’t acting; she could feel herself getting wet, even more than she usually did before a show. She was thinking about Sarah and her boyfriend again when she turned around and peeled off her jeans, giving her ass a little wiggle as she did. Her English ex had once said she “had legs that went all the way up and made an ass of themselves.” Few things he said were worth taking to heart, but she liked that one.

She turned around, and purred, “look how wet I am for all my fans,” as she slid her panties off, exposing her pussy, shaved but for a stripe of hair. Ramona stepped out of the underwear gracefully, and, after spreading her legs a little, slid a finger effortlessly inside herself with a loud moan. She withdrew the finger, wet with her cum, and sucked her juices off of it.

“Knowing my fans are out there makes me so wet,” she purred, stepping slowly over to the bed. It was partially true too; her first show, more than a couple years earlier, awakened something inside her. Knowing people were out there, watching as she pleasured herself, it was the most erotic thing she’d ever done. Until she had sex on camera. Today though, she couldn’t get Sarah out of her mind.

“One of my favorite fans bought me this,” she said, pulling a shiny purple dildo out of a bedside drawer. It was shaped like a veiny penis, and she stroked it like one for a little and then slid her tongue up it and took it in her mouth. It tasted like silicone, and the soap she used to clean it. “Thank you so much baby,” she said after sliding it out of her mouth with a dramatic ‘pop.’ She slid the toy, wet and shining with her saliva, down between her pert little breasts. “Want to see how happy you made me,” she cooed, laying back on her bed, her legs open towards the camera. She slid the dildo up and down her pussy, teasing her clit each time, moaning.

“Ooooh that’s amazing,” gasped as she pushed the dildo inside herself, “it’s so big, aaaah, i-in my little pussy.” She increased the tempo, bucking her hips against the toy. She often fantasized about her watchers during her show, but today it was Sarah. She moaned and cried out with pleasure; all the while thinking was of Sarah doing the same. She hoped Sarah’s boyfriend was back, and that they fucked to the sound of her show. One orgasm after another rippled through her. She cried out, still slamming the soaking wet toy into herself over and over. She slowed her rhythm, and her body released, falling back into the bed as if she’d been levitating. Ramona laid there for a time, daydreaming about Sarah in the afterglow. The sheets under her ass were wet.

“Thank you to all my wonderful fans,” she said, rising up and looking at the camera. Then she walked slowly towards it, swaying her long legs, then she got down onto her knees in front of the camera, and sucked her juices off the dildo. “Especially to the fan who sent me this wonderful toy. It tastes sooo good.” She turned off the camera and laid back on her bed, feeling satiated and tired. Her phone had notifications popping up like crazy. She scrolled through them, most were Venmo and OnlyFans notifications.

“They liked the show I guess,” she said to herself, still scrolling. She’d made more tips than usual and saw that someone had ordered her another toy and some lingerie. She giggled; Ramona loved it when her fans bought her toys. It was good for the buisness, but it was also fun trying them out. It made her feel like she had these kinky friends that wanted to pleasure her. Then she noticed an email from an address she didn’t recognize; <[email protected]>. She rolled over onto her stomach, suddenly wide awake.

She clicked on the email, her heart beating like a hammer in her chest. Gulping back her wine, she read it slowly, and as she did, Ramona realized her life had just changed forever.