The Messy Maiden Read Online Free

Numbers101 was one of her few sunglass wearing callers. She pulled up her site and looked at the video views. He always watched her films, checking in occasionally and they’d had two chats previously.
    She pressed her lips together. From memory he’d never flashed his dick at her either Perhaps he’d had to get off line to take care of himself. That brought a smile to her lips. They’d had a nice talk…he hadn’t mentioned sex at all. Or her tits and ass. That was all some wanted to talk about and they spend ages trying to get her to take her bra or knickers off. And she spent just as long being a tease. They all knew the rules. It was clearly stated on her site.
    With a few more clicks she was able to check how many had actually logged in at the start. She suspected some logged in for just a few minutes to see what she was up to. Cooking wasn’t as popular as leg shaving…considering that many of the guys were on her site for the food performances, that was surprising.
    In an hour she had a private chat. Tomorrow night she had three scheduled. By Sunday night she’d have made more that she did in a week’s worth of full-time temping. If she devoted more time to the webcam she could probably double that. But then her real world skills would get rusty and she’d be unemployable. She finished her wine and poured another half glass.
    Thirty minutes until the lasagna was ready. She took her wine and flicked on the TV, pulling the throw over herself to keep warm. Sometimes she had people call in randomly. Sometimes she answered. Right now she didn’t feel like talking to anyone else.
    Numbers had treated her like a person and that was nice. She didn’t want to erase that feeling straight away. Too often she came off a call feeling as though she needed a scrub and a shower. And sometimes she wondered if the money was worth it.
    For about a nano second.
    She was so close to owning her house while her friends were renting or had big mortgages. While she hadn’t bought in a flashy suburb like some of them, she’d rather have the house and no loan than be paying for the next thirty years. Of course that plan meant working two jobs for another five years.
    Five more years…she was going to run out of idea for her movies long before then. She’d expected the guys to get sick of her long before now.
    Saskia tucked her feet up under her and sipped her wine. While the TV filled the silence she was very aware that the only men in her life were anonymous strangers. And even her day job was transient as if she didn’t really exist there either.
    No one really saw her. Saskia Maiden, the invisible woman.

    T he next day at work it was business as usual. People spoke to her to give her work, the other secretary helped her out when she needed to know something but the older woman didn’t engage in chit chat and had already mentioned how glad she’d be when Tania came back from her honeymoon. However even being shunned within earshot was preferable to the insta-friend who wanted to know everything about her and tell her all the office gossip.
    She wasn’t here to make friends. She was here to do the job and leave. One reason she liked temping was that the day job didn’t bleed into the rest of her life. However it also meant that even at work she was lonely.
    The melancholy she’d been left with after last night lingered like an unwanted house guest.
    Her life was awesome!
    She had friends and work she loved and all her finances were in order. She needed to snap out of it.
    As she was giving herself a stern mental talking to, Ian wandered over. She tried not to watch, or to hope that he was coming to talk to her. Maybe her problem was that she needed to get laid. She needed to spend some time with real men who weren’t hoping she’d take her underwear off…who was she kidding. All men hoped the woman they were with would get her gear off.
    At least online there was no touching and no awkward kisses.
    No first dates and no