Fuck, he thought, scrubbing both hands through his long hair and working a tangle out absently with his fingertips as he watched the glowing laptop screen. The cam show was set to start in four minutes and the attendance was high, throttling the speed of the chat as people's fingers flew. Connection in an isolating age; he had his regulars, screen names he knew inside and out and blurry avatars he'd jerked off for before. There were newcomers, of course, always plenty of those. But the problem wasn't in the show itself. He had known it would be well-attended, had carefully chosen his time slot and content.
No, the problem lay in his fucking co-star, who wasn't here yet.
Dani exhaled noisily and stood up from his chair again. He hated pacing, it made him feel like a fucking rat in a cage but he was antsy. There was a lot of money on the line today and he was hustling because the rent payment was due next week on this pretty little apartment he lived in. It had taken him forever to find something he liked, with a great view and nice amenities and he wasn't going to get mugged coming home at all hours, so he had no intention of getting evicted because some twink with a...
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door buzzer and he groaned in a mixture of relief and disgust as he hurried to answer it. When he opened the door, he wasn't surprised to see a coked-out little blond standing there holding a small backpack, dressed in khakis and a polo. He stared at Dani and he couldn't help but smirk; even though they'd spoken online when they made the arrangement and discussed payment, the kid didn't understand fully what he was getting into. Dani knew what a figure he cut in his custom leather pants and the harness that criss-crossed his muscular, tattooed chest, the long hair that hung over his shoulders. He looked a far cry from the dude who had been playing Assassin's Creed and eating guacamole naked on the couch a few hours ago, but of course, this little dipshit would never know that.
"Hurry up," Dani snapped, shutting the door behind him and leading the kid into the playroom. Dani's own bedroom was off-limits and he never filmed shows in there; it was his private space. But the apartment's second bedroom was a fuck dungeon specifically designed for money-making, and as the young blond stared around the room at the impressive array of toys and paraphernalia hung on display on the walls, the large bed with its waterproof mattress cover and dark sheets, Dani smirked and walked toward the laptop to activate the webcam.
"We're live in ten seconds," he said, turning to glance over his shoulder with a devious smirk, "and then I'm going to make you pay for keeping me waiting, bitch."