#delshay

It wasn’t often that Delshay had a certain motivation for one of her cam shows. But tonight would be the first time. She wanted quite a large crowd, so she had been pumping up just how big a show it would be, and even lowered her outrageous subscription prices to try and get as many people to view it as she could. She didn’t want to just fuck tonight’s guest, she wanted to ruin her. 

Delshay had convinced Chloe to come into her room, that she needed help streaming something. She was so sick of her father’s ads on television, promoting on new piece of local legislation or another. Always, his agenda seemed to p her people. Enough was enough. “It’s on the computer babe,” she said with a smile, closing, and quietly locking the door behind them as they entered bedroom. 

Delshay smiled as she watched the chat flood in with her members. She saw them all as dollar signs, just people who paid her bills, and her extravagant lifestyle. She made enough money for a family of eight, and it all went to her own selfish needs. She knew he guest would be here any minute. She had buzzed them into the secure apartment building and left her door unlocked for them to enter. Her bedroom wouldn’t be difficult to find. The woman was cute. She was petite, but curvy, had a face of an angel. 

“We have a big surprise today, guys,” she said to her viewers, smirking into the camera. Delshay had on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, her curves on full display for them. “We have a cute little thing for our show. She desperately wants Daddy’s cock to pound her tight holes! I think you all are going to be very happy,” she gloated. 

Delshay pulled her long, blonde locks out of her face as the red ‘recording’ light on her laptop finally faded off. She had on a light glaze of sweat, not uncommon after a recording session. Her livestreams had grown with every airing, something her bank account certainly enjoyed, but beyond that, it really had no effect on her .For most, it might have inflamed their ego, but for Del, it was nearly impossible for that to grow any larger. She cleared her throat, as she tugged a tank top on, over her bare figure. “You gunna do anything after?” she asked Karen. As usual, her statements were short, and her tone had an air of annoyance to it. But, her main point was that Karen didn’t need to rush off tonight. She sat back on her couch, and pulled a pair of shorts up her thick legs. “Just sayin, you’re welcome to hang around with me,” she offered. Del’s studio apartment was one room, but very large. Not to mention, it had one hell of a view of the Vancouver skyline, which ad a faint pink glow to it as the sun was moments from completely setting. 

Fiona was one of the few people that Delshay actually liked. She was usually a bitch to everyone, she had zero issue with telling everyone off. This was a far cry from who she once was. She eventually decided not to live her life timidly, and when it came to respect, fuck earning it. You had to take it. With Fiona, she never had to force this way of thinking on her, the moment they met, she was friendl with Del, there was no reason to be cruel. In fact, she always felt a flattery from Fiona, simply by how kind she was to her. Del would be lying if another reason she wasn’t cruel to her, was simply how Fiona looked. She thoroughly enjoyed her curves, her full lips, her pretty eyes. She had a reason to stay on her good side.

But she never hid who she was from Fiona. Delshay had countless times, told other people off. Not only in class, but if they were out, hanging with each other. Her confidence (or arrogance, to some) was on full display. Fiona was over, this night as the two were working on some homework together. After the redhead had fallen asleep, she went to her study to begin a livestream. It was Thursday night, and she usually kept to her schedule so her fans knew exactly when she’d be on. It paid the bills, but more than that, it fed Delshay’s ego. Her door was opened a crack, sitting in front of the computer as the red “recording” light glowed. Her dick was stiff, her signature ball stud pierced through the crown of it’s head. She typed to her viewers  tonight, wanting to keep it down for Fiona. She sent words of humiliation and dominance to them, making them feel small and insignificant, and in turn, she was rewarded with her paypal account getting blown up.