A Day in the Life of a Jerkmate Cam Girl

Today I offer you the story of a Jerkmate cam girl. A true pleasure strategist, an angel of seduction, who has realized that the secret is not in getting owned, but in making others want to own you. Jerkmate today hosts thousands of cam girls.

I used to be a bartender. Everyone was looking at me, and I liked it. It didn’t take me long to wonder if I could get paid to be watched. So I asked myself, why not? And here I was typing how to become a cam girl on my smartphone, Jerkmate did the rest. Now everyone is drooling as they watch me. And I love it. My days are a blast, and my erotic fantasies during the day take flight, from the moment I open my eyes in the morning to when I go to sleep, satisfied, at night.

The alarm clock does not exist in my life. I wake up whenever the fuck I want, usually around noon, with the sun streaming through the curtains and my phone exploding with notifications. Every time I open the platform app, there are at least twenty messages waiting:

“Where are you today? I miss you.”
“Do a private live show, I’ll pay you double.”
“You’re the hottest bitch I’ve ever seen.”

I smile, still sleepy, and stretch naked under the sheets. I like to feel the cool fabric against my skin, especially between my thighs, where I am still a little damp from the dreams of the night before. Who knows what I had imagined this time. Maybe that guy from the club, the one with the big hands who had been staring at me all night. Or maybe a scene with two, three people together. My brain now works like this: everything is material for the next show.

Morning (or What Passes for Morning)
The shower is my first showtime, even if no one is watching. Or maybe they are, who knows. I like to think that someone, somewhere, is imagining just that: me, wet, hands lathering between my breasts, then further down, where the skin is most sensitive. But I stop before I make myself come. Not now. I must save the urge for later, for when I have thousands of eyes on me and they can see me losing control.

I go out, dry myself, and step in front of the mirror. I look at myself. I have changed since I started this work. Not physically-in fact, I’m more toned than ever, between gym and cam sessions-but mentally. Before, I was ashamed to touch myself in front of the mirror. Adora? I’m easily groping myself, admiring myself, taking pictures of myself with my ass in the foreground just for the sake of it. Fuck insecurities.

Makeup. Full lips, cat eyes, contouring that makes my ass look even firmer. I dress-or better, I dress the bare minimum-and get the studio ready.

The Studio: My Kingdom

I don’t just have a webcam. I have a professional set. Softbox lights, microphones to hear my every breath, a remote vibrator connected to the tips app. If someone gives me an extra donation, I turn it on and let them enjoy me in front of them.

I turn on the PC, adjust the framing, and open the live feed.

“Hello, pooches.”

The chat goes into a frenzy.

Why I Prefer Cam to Movies
Many people ask me, “Why don’t you make porn movies? You’d make more money.”

But I don’t want to be X girl in Y scene. I want to be myself. I want them to know me, I want them to wait for me, I want them to text me silly messages at 3 a.m. because they can’t sleep           without seeing me.

Also, I hate the pace of sets. Hours of waiting, interrupted recordings, direction telling you how to move. I, on the other hand, decide everything: when I start, when I finish, who to let in private     and who to ignore. If I want to pretend I’m a nurse, I do it. If I want to pretend I’m your cheating girlfriend, I do it. If I want to really masturbate and make myself come without faking a dick, I do    it.

  The Live: Where Everyone Goes Crazy

Today is a slow day. I start by talking, recounting what I did last night-party in a loft, too much vodka, a guy who licked me in the bathroom while his girlfriend wasn’t looking-and they’re already     cumming in their underpants. Then I get down to business: stand up, show my ass, do some slow movements.

“Who can show me how hard it is?”

Some send pictures (only torso, obvious, no faces). I laugh and choose the most muscular. “Okay, you. Tell me what you want.”

The private begins. He is the silent type, but his messages are explicit. He wants to watch me pretend to be his wife and cheat on him with his best friend. I act, biting my lip, moaning as if I am     really being fucked by two men. He cum in five minutes. Easy.

After Work (The Night is Young)
I turn everything off, count the money (well, today), and get ready to go out. I don’t always work at night, but that’s when the best things happen.

Tonight there is a party in a private apartment. People from the industry, a few lucky fans who paid to get in, bottles galore. I’m wearing a dress so short that you can see everything if I bend over-and of course I’m not wearing underwear.

I arrive, make the entrance, and I can already see the stares. Someone recognizes the girl from the webcam. Someone else offers me a drink. I sip, move closer, let them brush against me.

“You look just like on cam,” one whispers in my ear.

“No, honey,” I reply. “In the cam I pretend. Not here.”

And the night becomes interesting.

Well yes, being a Jerkmate cam girl today means turning desire into art and sex into a show, and the girls have well understood what that means. So, if you’re looking for the right cam girls, you know where to find them.