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found the Zorro mask from her high school Halloween costume that the idea of appearing on camera became at all feasible. Then, rummaging through the spectacular clothes-plosion in her closet, the whole act seemed to come together: the incredibly sexy, black wrap dress she had worn to a wedding when she was 19, and her laciest, prettiest matching black bra and panties which, up until then, no man had been lucky enough to see her in. A little makeup, her hair up in a neat chignon. Another glass of wine.
    Eva explained the story to herself as she finished dressing up: Juliet had returned from a masked ball and was now eagerly awaiting her Romeo on Skype. What would her dashing lover be required to say, she wondered, to persuade his chaste, virginal Juliet to part with her clothing? In her mind’s eye, of course, Romeo was also possessed of a wonderfully large and powerful manhood, but it was only his powers of seduction and persuasion which could win the day, on this occasion.
    After some research and more wine, Eva Googled around and found a ‘how-to’ written by an experienced web model. There were suggestions for a website where regular people such as her posed, danced, played and otherwise entertained whosoever might choose to watch. It had ‘newbies’ in mind, didn’t ask too many invasive questions, and quickly connected her camera and microphone. She chose the handle ‘ThisYearsEve’, set up her profile, opened a second bottle of Chardonnay and settled into her lovely, big wing-backed chair; an heirloom inherited from a previous tenant; it had always put her in mind of Miss Havisham’s house from Great Expectations and would, Eva figured, give her image a touch of class.
    She would have to ignore the obvious flaw: her ‘audience’ would not be known to her, as Juliet’s Romeo would have been; it was easier though, she found, to ignore the peculiarities of the research session once the wine had been flowing for a while.
    Eva clicked around, trying things out. Now a ‘model’, as the women on the site were known, Eva had a handy counter for the number of people watching her camera; she could also watch other models as they performed. Curious, she brought up a few different cameras and watched the girls at work . . . or was it play? A British girl did her own take on the ‘sexy secretary’, very slowly unbuttoning a white blouse which hid wonderfully full breasts, and then rolling hard nipples between her fingers as she moaned for her audience. There was a super-pretty, ‘all American girl’ type, a slender blonde in a blue bikini, who was further through her show; she had already pulled aside her panties to play with herself, and sucked her fingers with a kinky smile. As Eva watched, her eyes drawn to the girl’s perfect, petite figure, the model withdrew two wet fingers from between her legs and showed the audience her juices, sticky and delicious, before licking off her own taste.
    She found herself particularly curious about one Russian girl named Nadia (or so she claimed; did it really matter?) Nadia had built a gigantic fan base and had won awards from the site: Solo Girl (July), Dance Routine (September) and Tip Magnet (December). Her audience climbed through 1000 as Eva watched her flirt teasingly with hundreds of invisible strangers. She looked directly at the camera and smiled naughtily as she read the comments from her adoring audience, running her fingers idly over her lips as she read, her mind seemingly wandering towards sex without her realizing it.
    One comment made Nadia laugh. “Thor? Is that your real name?” She giggled again. “And you want me to do what ?” Her feigned dismay was wonderfully sexy, Eva thought, teasing her audience with her ‘good girl’ side, but also leaving them in no doubt that she would – for the right price – do almost anything they asked. “Well, Thor, I’m not even sure I know what that is,” she purred innocently in the sexiest Russian accent Eva