The Cam Model's Aid: Chapter 14 (Patreon)

"An Altercation and an Opportunity"

All Individuals depicted are over the age of consent. Slight trigger warning for mentions of financial control and manipulation.

Ali leaned against the counter to the boutique, quietly chatting to a recently refreshed Ida. Her makeup was once more meticulously applied, and she had changed into another outfit that could be purchased in the store, a top and skirt combo that was very flattering on her frame.

You would hardly realise that just ten minutes ago she had been on her knees choking on his cock. The situation was a little surreal, if Ali was being honest.

Still, the experience seemed to have broken through her frosty exterior a little. Though she was still acting very reserved, she was quite happy to talk with him while they waited for Alana to emerge from the fitting room. Speaking of…

Alana pulled back the curtain, back in her original dress, folded up to make it sinfully short again. Other than a slightly flushed face, there was no evidence of her activities while in there.

She bustled forwards with a wide grin. “Hey guys, have fun while I was changing?” she asked, pointedly looking between the pair of them.

Ali scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, but Ida just acted as calm as ever. “Quite. I do hope you didn't leave any…mess.” she asked, eyeing her slightly disheveled hair.

Alana shook her head, before placing the pair of silver dresses onto the counter. "Of course not, Ida! I wouldn't dare…oh, and I'm taking the smaller size.”

Ida rolled her eyes and picked up the larger size, tucking it onto a rack behind the counter. “Why am I not surprised? Gift wrapped?” 

Alana shook her head, and Ida scanned the dress and folded it into a bag instead. Ali winced at the eye watering cost as she paid for it…though, thinking back on the number of tips she received while they were in the cubicle next door alone, he knew she was good for it.

He blinked as the bag was held out to him by Ida, bringing his attention back to the pair.

“You did say you were the official bag carrier, did you not?” Ida said, a small smirk turning up the corner of her mouth.

Ali chuckled and took the bag from her. “Ida, smiling? You must have made a good impression on her, Ali!” Alana laughed, looking at him with unrestrained glee.

Ida sighed and looked back at Alana with fond exasperation. “He did. I'll let you know when the next range is out, Alana. Do bring your bag carrier again, he's surprisingly useful.”

She then bowed to them slightly, before moving off into the shop to assist a new pair of customers that had just entered.

Alana giggled, before nudging Ali in the shoulder and heading towards the exit. “So…you liked your time with Ida then, Ali?” she asked as they walked out into the louder main hallway of the mall.

Ali paused, unsure quite what to say. Before he could formulate an answer, Alana sighed. “You must think I'm such a slut…I've no doubt you knew what I was doing in the next cubicle, right?”

Ali glanced at Alana. Though she still held her smile, it was now appearing forced, and she was fidgeting with the laces that trailed from the bottom of her corset nervously.

Ali frowned, before surprising Alana by putting his arm gently around her shoulder and bringing her in for a comforting hug.

“Yes, I knew. I knew you were doing such things for a little while, I'll be honest. But Alana? I didn't think any less of you for it. I don't care, so long as you aren't hurting other people, or yourself. You don't feel pressured to do this, right? Not got a pimp hidden somewhere that I need to punch?”

By now, Alana had stopped walking down the mall, the pair stopping to the side of one of the escalators, out of the way of the footfall of people.

She had paused, looking up at him with wide eyes that were starting to water in the corners. She then gave a soft smile, laughing before turning and leaning into a proper hug around the middle, burying her face into his jacket.

“No, God no. No one's getting the money from this but me. Though the site takes a cut of course!” She chuckled as she hiccuped slightly as she held her tears at bay.

Ali just wrapped his arms around her back, rubbing her shoulders comfortingly as he did. “Good. The last time I tried to pick a fight for you girls, I got my ass handed to me” he joked.

He felt Alana shake in his arms, and quickly realised that she was laughing. She looked up at him with her smile now fully in place. “Thank you, Ali. You made me feel so much better.”

She then smirked and goosed him on the ass before backing up with another laugh. “Hey!” Ali called with a laugh of his own 

“At least now I don't feel I need to hide this from you anymore. Better get used to me streaming everywhere Ali, I love trying to cum in new places!” Alana winked before walking in front of him again. “Come on, I'm thirsty. I need to replenish what I lost after all! To the food hall!”

Ali shook his head in fond exasperation, before putting his hand in his pocket and following while swinging the boutique bag gently.

A short while later saw the pair sat down in the busy food hall. There were several different options of outlets to get some grub from, all surrounding a central seating area.

Alana was happily slurping up a smoothie that she had bought, while waiting for her bowl of noodles she had gotten to cool down. One bite, and she had declared them “hotter than the sun” and moved onto her “dessert” first. Ali had chosen fried chicken. Not from any brand, just generic, but it was tasty enough.

As they sat, Ali felt the need to fill the silence. Not that it was awkward, he just wasn't a fan of staying quiet.

“So…what got you into cam modelling in the first place? If you don't mind my asking?” Ali asked, while picking up and biting into his chicken thigh.

Alana sucked the last of her smoothie through her straw with an obnoxiously loud slurp, before putting the cup down with a satisfied sigh. “Honestly? At first it was the money. So many outfits, not enough funds, you know? And I so wanted to get into fashion, and I needed money to pay for rent that was due and…I wasn't sure how. Then…I met Mila.”

Ali paused in his eating with a raised eyebrow and a “go on” gesture. Alana hesitated briefly, before shrugging. “Don't tell her I told you this, ok? She likes to act prim and proper, but she likes to forget that she was the one to get me into cam modelling in the first place.”

Ali tilted his head. “That would explain why she knows so much about Alana’s hobby. And barely batted an eye when she found out about Ellie doing the same.”

“Ok…so, she what? Recruited you?”

Alana snorted. “Not quite. See, we were roommates in college. My parents work overseas, hers…well, that's another story. The point is, I was struggling to meet rent, and I was too proud to run to Daddy and admit I needed help.”

Alana paused to blow on a set of noodles before slurping them up. “I was living on instant noodles, and I was always so frustrated that this beautiful blonde bombshell who was in the same situation as me was not only able to eat whatever she wanted, but also could afford the latest phone, or that nice necklace or whatever!”

She sighed, putting her bowl down. “I was jealous. And despite Mila trying to be friendly with me…I responded by being nasty. It was a difficult first month. After a few weeks there, Mila had left some washing up after cooking. Not much, but I was going to use it as an excuse to go to her and complain.”

Alana looked to Ali, who was listening intently, barely touching his food. “I stormed into her room, without knocking. Came into the view of her slapping her tits with a belt in front of a laptop that was streaming!”

Ali winced. “I assume that didn't go well?”

Alana smiled, looking off as if remembering the event. “Actually? It went fucking great. She paused, looked at me in shock…and the entire time, the laptop was pinging with tips. Rather than shout or get angry…she smiled as if she suddenly had a great idea. She then gestured to the laptop. “Oh look, we have company. Shall I see if she wants to join?” She then dragged me into the room, closed the door…and the rest is a bit of a blur. I had my first lesbian experience. It wasn't my last.”

Alana then winked at Ali while returning to her food. “After the show, she approached me to ask for my bank details. Said she would give me “my half” of the tips. And the show had done well! It had covered that month's rent…and made me realize I should do the same as her. Our third roommate was getting pretty fed up with all the noises coming from our rooms I reckon.”

“Fast forward a few years, and Mila has since retired. But I now enjoy it for more than just the money, even if I still need it to cover my rent!”

Ali nodded. Alana a had certainly seemed to be enjoying herself earlier, that was for sure. “So ..Mila retired? Why?”

Alana frowned, looking genuinely angry for a moment. *Not my place to say. And don't ask her…she'll know I told you. And I shouldn't have said as much as I have.”

Ali conceded that point. “Fair enough. Ok, change of topic. What are you working on clothing wise currently?”

Alana smiled in excitement. Before she could answer, however, a loud voice from somewhere close behind them drew their attention.

“And I already told you, I draw the line at that! I'm not a whore, Grant!” Came the clearly quite distressed voice from the table on the other side of the divider behind them.

“Wait…I recognise that voice…” Ali’s eyes widened, turning to look. He couldn't fully make out the table beyond the fake hedge that made up the gap between the tables here…but he could certainly hear past it.

“Don't give me that, babe. I don't got the money for the rent this month. Besides, it's only a little groping and kissing. Fucker knows if he tries to put his dick in you I'll break his fingers” came the response, annoyingly calm given the subject of the conversation.

“What? You said you had enough after I let you rent out my damn toy control. In class, no less! Ah fuck, you spent it on those bloody roids again, didn't you!” came the voice of Alison, as that was clearly who was having a shouting match.

“That must make “Grant” that blonde arse from before, then…” 

“Don’t give me attitude. You ended up in our crib by accident. Maybe I should just tip off the landlord that he got a squatter, huh? Not like you can find where you were meant to live this late into the semester. Just give Grayson what he asked for and then we get paid.”

Alana and Ali glanced at each other. Neither of them liked the situation. Alana whispered to him. “Alison? Like, the one who you swapped with?”

Ali nodded, but did not reply as Alison answered.

“We? What “we” Grant? You take the money, then use it! That's it, I'm done! I'd rather sleep in my car than fuck your friends for money.” There was the sound of a chair clattering as it was pushed away roughly, before rapid footsteps left the table. 

“Babe?! Ah fuck…stupid bint. Gonna have to delay Grayson’s slot. The git annoyed me anyway.” Came the half-hearted attempt to stop her.

Alana chose then to stand up also, making Ali look at her with wide eyes. She simply shook her head at him, looking righteously furious. “I can't just listen to this. You keep an eye on them.” She then walked off swiftly in the direction she had heard the footsteps leave.

Ali frowned, wondering if he should simply follow her. More voices from behind him made him pause. “You gonna let her get away with talking to you like that? She's only gonna get harder to control, mate.”

“They weren't alone?” Ali thought. And he was sure he recognised the new voice too…

“Nah Dames, but I can't do anything here. See how cooperative the bitch is when I take her laptop away. She needs that thing for her classes. And I know just where she keeps it.”

The way they spoke about Alison was enough to make Ali start to crush the drinks cup in his hand in anger. “Dames…as in Damian? Man, the scum of society really do like to congregate huh”.

He heard the pair get up behind him, and ducked down into his seat more as their figures rounded the hedge and walked off towards the exit of the Mall. As he had thought, it was the blonde jock from after class and the flirt that couldn't take no for an answer from the club.

After making sure they didn't turn around or see him, Ali stood from his table. “Where did Alana go?” He looked off in the direction where she had gone, which to his knowledge simply led to more food shops…and the toilet!”

“If I was an upset woman who wanted to get away from guys…I know where I would go.”

He walked over towards the back of the food hall, taking up a seat with a view of the corridor that led to the toilets.

After about ten minutes, he was starting to become concerned that his theory was wrong. Just before he moved on to search elsewhere, his phone pinged with a message.

“Are they gone?” 

Ali replied “yeah, shortly after you did.”

He waited a few more minutes, before two familiar figures walked out along the corridor.

“I'm telling you, you can stay with us. Don't let pride make you stay there, they aren't worth it!” Alana was saying to Alison. Alison had clearly recently been crying, as her eyes were a little red and puffy.

“But, I can't afford rent at the moment. Grant literally has all the funds, bar enough for food. That's not fair on you either…”

As Alana looked around, she spotted him at his table, beginning to stand to meet them. “And as I said, we were looking for a roommate because we needed help. You scratch our back, we’ll scratch yours. Alison? Meet Ali, I believe you two have met.”

Alison looked up as Ali approached, her eyes widening before she gave a small, humourless chuckle. “Really? Hey there, Vibe Guy.” 

She then looked at Alana reproachfully. “So what, you want me to swap one pimp for another?” she said, a somewhat defeated tone in her voice.

Ali frowned. “I'm no pimp, Alison. I may have messed around with you a bit in class…but I don't expect anything from you, should you choose to join us.”

Alana then leaned in. “Except to do the chores fairly! No leaving a mess in the sink, Ali hates that!”

Alison gave a small smile, a slight huff showing that she was starting to believe them. “Ok…not a pimp. This begs the question…why help me?”

Ali sighed. “Other than simply believing what those twats were doing was wrong? I may…inadvertently be responsible for your situation.”

Alison frowned. First in confusion, then in brief distrust…before finally settling on a blank expression. “Explain.”

Ali held his hand out in a hand shake towards her. “Hello Alison Smith. I'm Alistair Smith. I believe our paperwork might have been swapped”