FutaCam Studio

She had absolutely no reason to be. She was the owner of a wildly successful camgirl studio. Her view count was through the roof, the money just kept rolling in faster than she could possibly spend it and, most importantly of all, she had a bunch of beautiful babes working for her.

Life was pretty damn good.

But that wouldn't make for much of a story, would it? 'Kyu sat behind her expensive desk feeling pleased with herself'. Where could she possibly go from there? So she had to be unhappy instead.

But unhappy about what? The money? Well, it could be the money. People always wanted money and more money they had the more they wanted it. Basic fact of life. But that kind of rampant greed just wasn't... well, OK, yes, it was in her nature. But she had more than one vice, right?

Monitors were spread all along the walls of her office, each one of them showing her girls at work. People normally had to pay see her girls in all their seductive glory, but one perk of being the Boss was that Kyu could watch every show absolutely free. And, oh, didn't she just.

Kyu slouched in her chair, pink panties around her ankles, her pussy leaking her horniness on the expensive leather. The fingers of her right hand delicately brushed her clit as she watched the shows.

Lust. Yeah, lust could work. Lust did work. And lust made money, too, which, nice. So here she was, sitting behind her manager's desk, watching all of her girls being naked and freaky and vanilla and teasing and horny and promising to strip (if people paid) and fucking themselves (once people had paid). So much sex and she didn't have any. Her right hand didn't count. Neither did her dick trophies, which were pretty inadequate sex toys but were at least close at hand.

Kyu needed to get laid, like, yesterday. She had a business to run, after all. She couldn't spend all day masturbating. What she needed was some good dicking so she could get over her rampaging lust and focus on the books or something.

Who, though? Well, she could grab some random guy off the street and have a good time with his cock. But guys only really had a theoretical existence. They were just... numbers. And not even all of those numbers, because Kyu was willing to bet there were at least a few women among her studio's fanbase.

Of course, guys also existed in another way besides just cold numbers. They existed as STDs too, and had to be eternally guarded against. Which, yeah, kinda discouraged her from having some no-strings-attached sex with them.

And if she did pick up some guy, who would he be? Just some dude made up out of whole cloth. A name, an appearance and a personality that hadn't existed before he came into being to fuck her and which would vanish just as fast once she was done with him. And what was the point in that?

All of those were perfectly good reasons, but none of them were the reason. The actual reason was that Kyu was in a story called FutaCam Studio. No way was she gonna fuck a dude in a story with a name like that. If she wanted dick, and she did, it was gonna have to be dickgirl dick.

Kyu licked the arousal off her sticky fingers as she watched the monitors. Any one of her girls would do. All of them would do. If Kyu'd had her way, they would all gangbang her right here on her very expensive desk. But that kind of thing was probably best left for the grand finale. If ever there would be a grand finale.

So. One girl. One girl to give a nice, hard dick to. But which one? Too many choices.

Ah, hell. Why would she have to choose? She could just toss the question to a focus group. That way, if everything worked out perfectly, it was thanks to Kyu listening to the Voice of the People. And if it all ended in tears, then it was the fault of everyone else for picking someone so obviously unsuitable and nobody would be able to blame Kyu for the disaster.

With a smile, Kyu leaned back in her chair and let her right hand drift back towards her wet pussy. Of course she'd spring into action once the decision was made, but until then she intended to enjoy herself.

"Oh, what the fuck!"

Audrey's room was a complete mess and that was too clean and cheerful a word for it. There were dirty clothes everywhere. Empty bottles. Overflowing ashtrays. Rotting pizza boxes.

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