A hunky cricket player

I sigh again, but now out of pure lust, for standing in the doorway is a tall blue- eyed man in his early 20's, whose broad biceps barely fit in his cricketing creams. I drool at this vision of English manhood, my knees turning to jelly as he speaks in a rich West County burr.
“Hi Stacy" he says to the redhead behind me. "And you must be Lucy!” he says with a smile.

“Oh Rueben! I’m so glad you could come!" Stacy gushes, pushing me aside. "And yes, this naughty slut is indeed my cousin, Lucy!”

“Lucy, this is Reuben Starkadder!" Stacy tells me, linking her arm in his possessively. "Now, get back upstairs, you wanton trollop!" she tells me with a nudge. "Come watch, Rueben! This little slut sells herself on a webcam!”

I’m still staring at Reuben- he is too much for a horny girl to take in a few moments. Then, my ass stings from another whack by the tennis racket.

“I said, 'upstairs',” hisses Stacy, who keeps slapping me hard all the way back to the room.

“You won’t be able to sit at that computer for a while” she whispers and then giggles.

Then Stacy announces loudly so she can be heard by my clients. “Well, gentlemen, we have a new player. Meet Reuben. I can tell you that Cousin Lucy is already dripping like a tap just from looking at Reuben. I think you should e-mail me with some ideas on how to punish her for being so bold, forward, and lusty. Would you like to do that now while I look at the e-mails you’ve already sent me?”

"I’ll give Cousin Lucy the mike and the webcam for a moment, though I don’t think she’ll be able to sit for a while. She's already taken a bit of punishment for her rudeness in not answering the door on time” Stacy titters as she passes the cam and microphone to me.

I stand there dumbly, for Stacy is right. My ass is too sore to let me sit.

“Oh, you stupid cousin of mine,” Stacy says loud enough for the mike to pick up and transmit to all my customers. “You can’t just stand there! Put the cam down on the table point it to you. Put the mike down next to it and start performing. Your clientele wants action!"

"You know, gentlemen,” she goes on, “sometimes I think Cousin Lucy is dumb, other times I know she is!"

My ears sting at her hurtful words, turning as red as my arse.

"But I didn’t think she was this dumb! Oh I know what it is; she’s besotted with lust for Rueben! Well we can fix that! Reuben! Come here, dear boy, and help this damsel in distress!”

Reuben looks a bit sheepish as he walks over to me. “But Stacy, I’ve never done anything like this before. How do I know what Lucy wants, let alone her customers?”

He looks a little more closely at me, my eyes puffy and red. “No, maybe, you’re right, Stacey! I think I can manage this after all. Kneel, Lucy!”

By now I have arranged the camera and mike as Stacey told me for I’ve learnt that it hurts too much to disobey her. I kneel for Reuben. In doing so the ridiculously skimpy briefs ride up. They stick in my ass crack and show just about everything to the camera.

“Tell me, Lucy, do you just do this for the money? I’m sure you could find other jobs that would pay your way through college. Ever tried to find some? Is this the sort of work your jailed aunt led you to do?”

“Oh, Reuben is actually trying to talk with me,” I think.

Or is it as Stacy would have me believe- that you are a complete trollop. She heard a lot about you from your aunt. I think your aunt rather thought Stacy might join you but it seems to me Stacy thinks she might take over from your aunt. You see gentlemen,” he went on speaking now into the mike, “ this girl's aunt ran a brothel But it was for women only. Not so innocent Ms. Lucy was an attraction there. Not sure how far it went. Perhaps you’d like to tell me and your clientele.”

“Later, Reuben sweetie,” coos Stacy.

"I’ve read up on what your customers want," Stacy tells me, her hand cupping my chin as she looks into my reddening eyes. "And ohhh, I like it. You have some very imaginative customers, cousin of mine. I wonder if you’ll like it though?