Locked Out, Nude, and On Cam

Fuck me!

I tried the door handle once more with the same result. The door did not budge. I cannot be locked out.

Fuck! Fuckity fuck, God fucking, Fucking Christ, fuck!

I paused before kicking the door, not wanting to break my toes or scuff my pink glitter manicure. I stared, pleased at how my toes sparkled in the bright sunlight of my backyard.

I knew I was in trouble the moment I heard the door latch behind me. With a pitcher of lemonade in one hand and a girthy dildo in the other (because what girl wouldn’t bring her favorite dildo outside on a sunny summer day), I forgot to grab my house key.

I took the whole day off to enjoy being alone after partying, rocking, and playing a little too much during the last weekend of Pride Month. OK, maybe not TOO much, but my voice was raspy from the high-energy vocals I screamed out for the appreciative crowds, and my jaw was sore from...stretching my vocal pipes. If I don’t care for myself, who will?

Yes, an Energizer Bunny like me needs a steady diet of attention to stay in tip-top shape. But today was supposed to be my recovery day before heading back to answering my phone sex and sexting line to create whatever demon-spawn-sicko-projection fantasies would be waiting for me. Being a rock star on stage was a far more respectable job, but it didn’t pay the bills nearly as well as sex work....