Do Not Disturb
Page 32“Let me log in.” Clicks on keys. “Okay, what’s his username?”
“Freebird71.”
More clicks. “Sitewide ban? Want it on our affiliate sites too?”
“Everywhere. Burn his ass.”
A low whistle. “Remind me to not piss you off.”
I grin. “Don’t I always?”
He laughs. “All right, hon. Done. I blocked his e-mail, phone number, credit card, as well as his IP address. He’s covered.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m sure I’ll bring it up the next time you chew my ass out.”
I hang up with a smile, tossing the phone down and move back to the bed where the message remains on the screen.
------freebird71 HAS BEEN BLOCKED FROM YOUR ACCOUNT. RETURN TO FREE CHAT?
------YES/NO
I’ve blocked Marcus Renza AKA freebird71. Please put him on one-strike access on my website.
I learned the first year, early on, about the crazies. It’s best to cut all access from them. The camsite’s blocking handles 90 percent of them, but sometimes they continue to seek me out. Go to my private site. Try to schedule appointments there. Mike polices that arena. I’ll let blacklisted members watch my feed, subscribe. Pay up and jack off to the hours of content I upload daily. But they take it any further than that? Click on the “Email Me” link? Or the “Schedule Time with Jess”? Gone. See ya. Straight to the Blacklist of the Blacklist. And I never hear from them again.
I click on the “YES” button and smile, returning to free chat, the room filling up with names, messages of greeting populating in the white box. And my night continues.
CHAPTER 37
THAT BITCH DID something. She made her big dramatic speech, the one that took Marcus’s cock to a whole new level of flaccidity, then clicked something. Something that ended their chat. He waited for her to return, waited for her face to pop back up among the other girls, but she didn’t appear. Ten minutes later, his computer wouldn’t even bring up the site. A message, one that said FUCK YOU in three short sentences, is the only thing that came up when he refreshed the screen:
YOUR PROFILE HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM THIS SITE. ANY OUTSTANDING CHARGES WILL BE MADE TO THE CREDIT CARD ON FILE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATRONAGE.
He gets on the phone and calls the customer service line, a phone call that takes thirty minutes to initiate, seeing that he can’t pull up the company’s website. The rep he gets is American, the first surprise he encounters. The second is in how he is treated. As if he is in the wrong. As if there is nothing they will do, as if he is a criminal and kicked out of their stupid, exclusive club. He asks for a supervisor and is refused. According to the Midwestern idiot, he is no longer a customer of Cams.com and therefore isn’t afforded the basic decencies a normal client receives.
He hangs up.
Tries again to visit the website. Blocked.
Tries to remember the girl’s name. Jess something. Riley.
An Internet search of “Jess Riley camgirl” brings up a hundred thousand results. The first ten sites he clicks on won’t open, a similar message stating his inability to access the site. Bullshit.
This is not over.
Around his naked ankle, the red blink of his monitor flashes an incessant pattern—one that screams through the dark room—its beacon never as infuriating as in that moment of lost control.
This is not over. He’ll have her if it is the last thing he ever does.
CHAPTER 38
2:24:03 p.m. TUESDAY
HackOffMyBigCock: hey babe
HackOffMyBigCock you around?
2:59:11 p.m. TUESDAY
JessReilly19 I am now. What’s up?
HackOffMyBigCock just wanted to give you a heads up about Jeremy
3:01:59 p.m. TUESDAY
HackOffMyBigCock you know who
JessReilly19 what’s the heads up?
HackOffMyBigCock todays his birthday
JessReilly19 wow. Talk about some advance notice. Thanks for nothing.
HackOffMyBigCock I’m sure you’ll figure something out.
JessReilly19 I still have no idea who you’re talking about.
HackOffMyBigCock whatever. I’ve got to go. Hot date.
JessReilly19 at 3 in the afternoon? Don’t forget to pay him.