Sir, this is a Wendy’s.

Good morning, everyone. We’re up early this morning. Podrick woke me first, then woke up Shawshank, then Shawshank got up, and then we were both up too much to go back to sleep and just went out to the couch.

We both had typical Wednesdays. Shawshank went off to work in the afternoon, and I set the bedroom up for an evening of skanky behavior. There was a little waffling about what to wear and whether I wanted to wig up or go au natural. The new (to me) set of Christmas lights worked well as a back light, resting just out of view, between the pillow piles and the wall.

I tried something new last night. Normally, the only people I allow to chat in the room are viewers who have purchased tokens. This is one of the most oft-repeated pieces of advice given to new camgirls– the guys without money (aka the “grays”) will make the most demands, so just mute them. It was good advice at the start, and I’m happy I did it while I was new while I was getting a solid footing. I’m more comfortable dealing with these guys, so I opened the chat. If they’re talking, I’m talking, and that keeps my thumbnail looking both interesting and active.

A “regular” came in, dropped $10, and dipped. A couple of grays tried to get free dirty talk, but left when I didn’t give anything more than polite flirtiness. Most of the evening was taken up by a guy I’ll call Cheese. Cheese is… a lot.

My dude, my tits are out, I’m calling you a stroke goblin and telling you to “jork that spunkmonkey cock”, we’re not getting married and starting a family. And now that I know your bloodline is weak, you don’t stand a chance.

Today is Thursday. I might make some money, I might not; the end of the week is very unpredictable. Fridays are usually slow, but Thursdays are hit or miss. I’m going to go heavy on the milfy-ness and be blonde, which seems to attract more viewers than my default.