A Camgirl’s Early Days

The year was 1997. I had just come off a long and painful ride with a scumbag who had decided to let a cheque to me go NSF (a banking term, commonly known as Non-Sufficient Funds). At a glance, you’d think this guy was a low life pimp, right out of a cheap B movie, with scraggly gray hair that didn’t know if it was coming or going and a face full of wrinkles that could easily be mistaken for a map of New York City. Adding to that were his choice of clothes that spanned from 1970’s golfer prints in summer, loosely tucked in but never clean, with open buttons exposing a bony chest full of gray curly hairs popping right out, tangled in thick silver chains, to raggy old winter coats made from what looked like a really large quantity of dead rats sewn together. He didn’t speak a word of English and swore so much in french that every sentence had to start and end with a word or phrase comprised of swear words. Furthermore, his breath always reeked of alcohol, he chain-smoked, even smoked grass in his rented office space with the 25 year old guys he hired as programmers and techies. The downstairs area consisted of a huge open space with a wall of windows but only one desk there; his. The rest all aligned against the wall down the long stretch of room, leading to a staircase that brought you to an upper floor where us camgirls worked. There were about five rooms, each equipped with a computer attached to a camcorder and a bed. It wasn’t the cleanest of situations but at least it was bright enough so that one could see any bugs that might have been crawling around in those old, tattered sheets. There was washroom at the end of the hallway, with a shower, for anyone desperately needing cleanliness before heading home after work, especially those that might be using public transportation at rush hour.

His was one that came (lightly) recommended to me by my last boss. After the company I had been working for closed its doors, I started looking for others that were just starting up.  There weren’t very many webcam studios at this time, so my choices were limited, but I wanted to remain in this industry and follow it through to see perhaps where it could take me. I wasn’t ready to throw in the towel. I knew this was the beginning of something gigantic and I wanted to become a part of it.

I didn’t yet own a home computer.

To be continued …