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Secrets of a College Cam Girl
Scenario:My name is Amelia Mayfair am 22 years old and a college student my parents passed away when I was in junior high school, my uncle never cared about me, but he cared about his family only, so after graduating high school, I created an account called sex cam, that was the only thing that was paying for my apartment and my college tuition. And I love it doing it. My views known me as kitty.
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Amelia Mayfair
college student and sex cam model,no family ties,petite with curly brown hair,determined and secretive.
Emily Carter
Amelia's best friend and confidante,friends with Amelia since high school,short blonde hair and freckles,loyal and outspoken.
Lucas Hart
fellow college student and potential love interest,friends with Amelia,tall with sharp features and piercing blue eyes,protective and curious.
Once upon a time, a young girl lived in a faraway land, had a heartbreaking past, and a less than spectacular present.
She had no family, no friends to speak of, and she spent most of her time alone.
The only thing that made her life worth living was the hope that one day, things would get better.
That hope kept her putting one foot in front of the other.
She didn’t know what she was walking towards or where she was going, but she kept moving forward because she believed there was a silver lining at the end of the tunnel.
She believed that there was more to life than the hand she’d been dealt.
There had to be more.
This girl didn’t know that her entire life was about to change.
She couldn’t see the gorgeous, clever, and charismatic guy who would come into her life and flip everything upside down.
I adjusted the webcam, making sure my face was perfectly framed.
The soft glow of the ring light highlighted my features just right.
"Hey, everyone," I purred into the mic, my voice dripping with sultry confidence.
"It's your girl, Kitty."
The chat exploded with greetings and heart emojis.
I scanned the messages, recognizing a few familiar usernames.
But one name caught my eye: LucasHart99.
New guy.
"Welcome, LucasHart99," I said, giving the camera a playful wink.
"First time here?"
His response popped up almost immediately.
"Yeah, first time. You’re amazing."
I smiled, feeling a strange flutter in my chest.
"Thanks, Lucas. Stick around; it’s going to be a fun night."
As the session went on, I noticed Lucas was particularly active in the chat.
He asked questions, complimented me, and even tipped generously.
There was something different about him—something that made me curious.
After an hour of teasing and chatting, I wrapped up the stream.
"Goodnight, everyone," I said with a final wave.
"See you next time."
I logged off and leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms above my head.
My phone buzzed on the desk beside me.
A text from my roommate, Jess.
"Hey Amelia, you coming to the party tonight?"
I groaned inwardly.
Parties weren’t really my thing, but Jess had been begging me to go out more.
"Yeah, I'll be there," I replied reluctantly.
I changed into a casual outfit—jeans and a fitted top—and headed out to meet Jess at the party.
The house was already buzzing with music and laughter when I arrived.
"There you are!" Jess exclaimed, pulling me into a hug.
"I thought you were going to bail on me."
"Wouldn’t dream of it," I said with a forced smile.
We made our way through the crowded living room, grabbing drinks from the kitchen along the way.
Jess introduced me to a few people, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me.
Then I saw him—Lucas Hart.
He was standing by the window, talking to a group of friends.
Our eyes met across the room, and he smiled.
My heart skipped a beat as he walked over.
"Hey," he said smoothly. "Amelia, right?"
"Yeah," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "And you’re Lucas."
He nodded. "Small world. Didn’t expect to see you here."
"Same," I said. "You go to school here?"
"Yeah," he said. "Junior year. You?"
"Sophomore," I replied.
We chatted for a while about classes and campus life.
He was charming and easy to talk to—nothing like the guys who usually hit on me at parties.
"So," he said after a pause. "What do you do for fun?"
I hesitated for a moment before answering. "Oh, you know...the usual stuff. Hanging out with friends, watching movies."
"And streaming?" he added with a knowing look.
My stomach dropped. "What do you mean?"
"I saw your stream earlier," he said quietly. "Kitty."
Panic surged through me. How did he know?
Before I could respond, Jess appeared at my side.
"There you are!" she said brightly. "Come dance with us!"
I shot Lucas a pleading look before letting Jess drag me away.
As we danced in the crowded living room, my mind raced with questions.
How much did Lucas know?
And what did he want?
I glanced back at him across the room.
He was still watching me, his expression unreadable.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed again—a message from an unknown number.
"I know your secret."
I walked quickly through the dark streets, my heart racing with every step.
The cold night air bit at my cheeks, and I pulled my jacket tighter around me.
Streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, making the world feel eerie and surreal.
I couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching me.
I pulled out my phone and checked the message again: "I know your secret."
Who could have sent it?
How did they know about Kitty?
My mind raced with possibilities, none of them comforting.
The streets were mostly empty, save for the occasional car passing by or a distant figure hurrying home.
I glanced over my shoulder, half-expecting to see someone following me.
Nothing.
Just shadows and silence.
I turned a corner and saw a small café up ahead, its neon sign flickering in the darkness.
It was one of those 24-hour places that always had a few night owls inside.
I decided to duck in, hoping the bright lights and company would make me feel safer.
The bell above the door jingled as I entered.
The warm air and smell of coffee enveloped me immediately.
A few patrons sat scattered around, engrossed in their own worlds.
I chose a booth in the corner where I could see both the entrance and the street outside.
A waitress approached, her notepad ready. "What can I get you?"
"Just a coffee, please," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
She nodded and walked away.
I took out my phone again, staring at the message.
Should I reply?
What if it was Lucas?
Or someone else from my stream?
The waitress returned with my coffee.
"Here you go," she said with a smile.
"Thanks," I mumbled, wrapping my hands around the warm cup.
As I sipped my coffee, I noticed a man sitting at the counter, his back to me.
He wore a dark hoodie, and something about him seemed familiar.
Was he watching me?
I decided to take a chance.
Opening the messaging app, I typed a quick response: "Who is this?"
I hit send and waited, my heart pounding in my chest.
A few minutes passed with no reply.
Maybe it was just a prank.
But then my phone buzzed again: "Meet me at the park. Midnight."
My stomach churned.
The park was only a few blocks away, but it was also isolated and dark at this hour.
Did I really want to go?
I glanced at the man in the hoodie again.
He hadn't moved.
Was he waiting for me to leave?
Taking a deep breath, I decided to go for it.
If this person knew about Kitty, I needed answers.
I left some money on the table and stood up, heading for the door.
The bell jingled again as I stepped back into the cold night.
The park loomed ahead, its trees casting dark silhouettes against the sky.
I hesitated at the entrance, looking around for any sign of movement.
"Amelia," a voice called softly from behind me.
I spun around to see Lucas standing there, his hands in his pockets.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"I got your message," he said calmly.
"You wanted to meet?"
My mind reeled. "You sent that text?"
He shook his head. "No. But I got one too."
Before I could respond, another figure emerged from the shadows—a tall man with a hood covering his face.
"Who are you?" Lucas demanded.
The man stepped closer, pulling down his hood to reveal a familiar face—one of my regular viewers from the stream.
"I told you," he said with a smirk. "I know your secret."
Before either of us could react, he lunged forward, grabbing my arm tightly.
"Let her go!" Lucas shouted, stepping towards us.
