The Messy Maiden

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T
he way
to a man’s heart is with food, and the Messy Maiden has men eating out of her palm with her sexy videos mixing “girl next door” attitude with lingerie and dessert.

A
fter losing
her secretarial job Saskia Maiden created a new online persona to help pay her bills. Now she juggles secretarial temping with being the Messy Maiden…but she has no time for dating and what man would want to date a woman who spends her weekends teasing other men? However she is unwilling to give up being the Messy Maiden because she has a five year plan and she never wants to be broke again.

I
an Walker discovered
the Messy Maiden after his fiancée left—she decided that his love of food was unnatural. He calls it a kink that he likes to indulge in occasionally. When a temp starts at his office he knows her voice. While he knows he shouldn’t tempt fate, he wants to get to know Saskia.

W
hen the truth
is revealed things get messy.

S
askia put
a last lick of mascara on and checked that her wig was secure. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to realize that it was a wig—or that she’d spent so long getting ready. She was supposed to be simply flawless all the time. She smiled and made sure she didn’t have lipstick on her teeth. She might be the Messy Maiden on camera but her appearance was always perfect…at least to start with.

She picked up her laptop and placed it on the vanity next to the sink. The red computer was the one she kept especially for this. She didn’t want any parts of her life accidentally intersecting. While the laptop got going she took off her bathrobe and adjusted her black lingerie. A fine red ribbon traced through the lace. That it was a tax deduction was a bonus. All of her props for tonight’s live show were ready and within grabbing distance, but off camera.

This had to look effortless. Natural…like she was into it.

The Messy Maiden was bubbly, bright and flirty.

Her webcam girl persona was easy to slip into. By the time she was in her wig and makeup she was ready to chat to strangers. Usually there was food and a lot more mess involved, but tonight it was just leg shaving. One of her many male fans had suggested it, so once a month she now did her legs for anyone who was willing to pay to watch.

It was fairly popular.

She wasn’t sure if it was popular
because
she was doing her legs or because of the running commentary…or maybe the men were just intrigued about what went on in a woman’s bathroom? She didn’t know. What she did know, however, was for one private call she’d been asked to shave her underarms. The caller had enjoyed it very much. Unfortunately she’d also seen how much via the reciprocal webcam.

There was such a thing as oversharing.

Saskia had strict rules about how she behaved, one of which was that she would
never
get naked on camera. However she always wore either a bikini or lingerie. That was kind of expected. At first it had been horribly awkward. She’d always been a lights out kind of woman. Now though she was comfortable in her skin and if men were jerking off while she shaved her legs…well so be it. They were paying, so they could do what they wanted in the privacy of their own homes.

She rubbed her hands together, put on her sexy smile, double checked everything, then turned the camera on.

There were guys, and maybe some women, already waiting. She didn’t know as they all used screen names and not everyone had a camera, some liked to watch and not be seen. At first it had weirded her out. But it had become easier and she loved the extra money in her bank account.

“Hi, here I am live from my bathroom.” She was leaning over a little, flashing a bit of cleavage. She had to make doing her legs a little sexy. “You know what spoils the look of beautiful lingerie?”

Saskia’s hands slid over her body, then she placed one foot on the vanity. “Hairy legs –yes, my lovelies, tonight, I’m doing my legs…” She paused for dramatic effect and caressed her calf, her knee, all the way to her thigh, as she did.

Everyone logging in knew this was public show, if they wanted a private chat, or private show it would cost extra. Saskia found it was a little more difficult when there was no one to talk to, but that was the way this worked. All tonight’s viewers had logged in after hearing her leg shaving announcement on her site. Saskia ran her hand over her leg again. She hadn’t done them for two weeks and they really needed doing. She knew at least one of her followers liked to watch her oil her legs, paint her toe nails or anything really as long as her legs were hairy. They always had a private chat before leg shaving day.

Part of her online persona was that she always ended up covered in stuff. Shaving her legs meant extra shaving foam and flicking it around. She was really good at making it look accidental. That had taken practice.

She went to work taking her time and keeping the chatter up as though she was talking to a lover who was also in the bathroom. It meant making regular eye contact with the camera and smiling
a lot
. She was the girl next door, someone who was easy to talk to. Fun.

Of course, it was all a lie. She hadn’t had a boyfriend in nearly a year. According to her friends she was a boring workaholic bordering on being embarrassing. Fortunately her job as a secretarial temp meant that those friends who’d rather not know about her job as the Messy Maiden didn’t have to. Not all were supportive. She’d learned that the hard way.

Slowly she dragged the razor up her shin. She’d already managed to flick shaving cream on her cleavage and belly and there was still one leg to go. When she glanced at the screen she noted how many people were logged in.

Who’d have thought Friday night shaving her legs could be so profitable?

Four years ago when she’d first started this business, she hadn’t. But being broke and desperate had made her willing to try anything and after reading about webcam girls in one of her boyfriend’s smutty mags she’d decided it was worth a go.

He hadn’t agreed.

He hadn’t lasted much longer.

Over her knee and up her thigh…before webcamming she’d never shaved beyond the knee, now she went until she reached her bikini line. Bikini line always got waxed, though. There was no way she was going on camera with a hair poking out the side of her panties. She had standards, not all her viewers did. She’d had more than one request for bikini line shaving. Even private offers. She’d declined them all, no matter the money. Her rules were set in stone

One leg done she started the other. With a smile and a wink at the camera she checked the numbers. Yup, almost half had dropped off after one leg. She hoped they enjoyed the rest of their weekend.

“After this I’m going to paint my nails…I was thinking purple.”

People were messaging but she didn’t stop to read them, and some of them she didn’t really want to read…again with the oversharing.

Second leg done, there were still people there, ready to watch her paint her nails…or check out her panties. Whichever, she didn’t care.

It hadn’t been that easy at first, she’d tried to be more modest, keep her legs closed. But what had made her particularly popular was acting as though this was an intimate conversation. She talked and didn’t worry about the roll of skin that formed at her waist when she leaned over, or that they got a good view of her ass when she rinsed off her legs in the bath.

Sometimes she was kind of sad that they thought this was really her. They thought they knew her. When all they knew was the skin she put on for this job. Come Monday morning she’d put on her shirt and suit and play another role for a different audience. One that would no doubt be horrified about what she was doing.

Which one was the real Saskia, she wasn’t sure anymore. She had fun on camera…maybe this was the real her and corporate Saskia was the fake? The latter was certainly poorer. The Messy Maiden had allowed her to almost pay off her mortgage.

But it was a gig that couldn’t last forever. She’d get too old, plus at some point she actually needed focus on her real career and quit temping. Even though temping was easy. She was never in one office long enough to get close to anyone and no one ever asked the temp to join in after work activities leaving her nights and weekends free to work.

Maybe her friends were right and she was working too much.

They certainly harped on about her not having dates to weddings, or parties.

There was more to life than dating wasn’t there? How many twenty-six year olds were financially secure? None of her friends wanted to hear that. Smut money they called it. So she’d stopped talking about it.

She sat on the edge of the vanity and shook the nail polish bottle. “I’m busy planning my next video. If you have any suggestions leave me a message.” She leaned over and grinned at the camera again. Then she started painting the sparkly polish onto her toe nails.

“This is quick dry. My favorite brand.” She held the bottle out. “Not sure about the color, though, as I bought it on a whim. You know when you’re shopping and you buy something that you usually wouldn’t but it seemed like a really good idea at the time?”

She nodded even though no one could see her head. “I bought a pair of shoes that way too. Only ever wore them once. Strappy gold sandals with heels higher than I can walk in…but geez they looked good on me.”

They were what she called bedroom shoes. Great for that kind of fantasy where the shoes stay on but she didn’t have to stand in them. Pity she hadn’t had a boyfriend to try them out with. Her relationship status was something she never discussed. Nor was her location, though most people guessed she was Australian because of her accent.

“What do you think?” She pointed her toes at the camera. Purple polish really wasn’t her thing. She was trying too hard, but it had looked so pretty in the bottle.

There was a flurry of comments. She read some so she could acknowledge them in a general way. Someone wanted to lick it from her toes. That wouldn’t taste very nice.

“Well I think I’m done for the night.” She slid off the vanity. “I hope you are too!” She blew a kiss and turned off the camera.

For a moment she just stood there…then she checked the stats and did a little dance.

Sometimes she wondered why she bothered temping at all.