What Others Want: A Kenzie Anne Story

Amy, the camgirl with Kenzie Anne's golden hair and killer smile, closes out another stream. She's all giggles and winks for the fans until the red light dies. Then the mask cracks. Silence swallows the room. She wipes glitter from her lashes like someone scrubbing away the night. Phone rings. Jay. New guy. Hot in that made-you-look-twice way. They've only been hooking up a couple weeks, yet every call still flips her stomach like a carnival ride. She answers fast, hears his voice low and sure. He's got this "proposal," wants to make something they texted about official. Won't spill the details over the line. Amy's already painting tonight's ending: candles, maybe takeout, and the magical sentence that makes two people official. She hangs up beaming, tosses her heels, and bolts for the shower. Later she shows at his place smelling like vanilla and nerves. Jay's on the couch with that half-smile that melts her. He talks up her eyes, her laugh, says he's never thought much about cam girls before outside his own right hand. She blinks, keeps smiling. Tells him how rare it feels to be seen as more than pixels. Jay nods, already drifting toward his real agenda. He's been replaying the dirty chats, the late-night whispers where she floated the idea of bringing a third. And suddenly he's ready for tonight. Amy's fingers twist into his, heart punching ribs. Then the curveball: he wants the friend, the blonde from the shows, here, now, as "our toy." Her face goes slack. Jay stays oblivious, talking fast about fantasies and threesomes, sliding palms up her thighs like a hype man stalling a crowd. Amy exhales through her teeth, feels the buzz in her chest die. She offers a stiff maybe-later. He pushes the phone into her hand. She sighs and hits speed dial. Lindsey's on the line before she can rehearse. "Hey, feel like a play date?"