Chat King Novels & Stories

She had a job to do. "Good evening, how may I assist you?" The receptionist greeted her with a smile. "Hi, I'm Sophia. I'm here to meet Rachel Carson. Room 128." Sophia said, keeping her tone formal and polite. The receptionist checked her computer for a moment before turning back to Sophia. "Are you Miss. Sophia?" Sophia nodded, "Yes, that's me."

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

"Chatting with her assists you with clearing your god damn brain." "No… no… I'm fine." Kathy rushed past the patio dining table, and set her coffee on it, near Tina's sitting opposite hers. She snatched her phone and put it on the table, "I am not having any problem. I was just thinking about something." She explained.

I MEAN CAN WE TALK USING OUR MOUTHS! The_real_prince_charming ... SAME THING, BABY. I AM UP FOR IT. Chloe_awesome_scott YOU ANNOYING SOB! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! CAN WE DO THE TALKING WITH THE HELP OF OUR MOUTHS INSTEAD OF THE PHONE? The_real_prince_charming SURE, MY LOVE. ONLY THERE WILL BE NO TALKING, ONLY K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Chloe_awesome_scott ... SAYS THE ONE WHO HAS NEVER KISSED BEFORE.

It's not so bad to be nervous though but sometimes she had no idea of what to do. "Alright, tell me all the reasons you think it could never work out between you both," she probed lightly. Kiara shrugged, "Well, for starters, we don't know each other well..." "What's Adam's favorite food?" Shelly asked interrupting her. "Mac and cheese," Kiara scowled upset that she was interrupted. "How does he like his coffee?" She asked again. Kiara laughed, "No not coffee, Adam hates coffee for some weird reason. He prefers tea although he rarely takes either of them."

You and your mom get everything ready—don’t embarrass the Carters! Smiling sweetly, Karina opened the chatbox, clicked on a pinned chat at the top, and sent out a message. ***

For now, she showed love to the people in her chat section. With her legs crossed, chelle massaged her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers. Her eyes gleamed at the money and comments flowing in. She moved at her pace, rolling her light brown eyes at some of the rude comments she saw, but kept it moving. If it got too out of hand, she’d just block them from entering another video with her. “You guys want me to strip tonight?” Teasingly, she eased the strap of her cami down. Hearts, heart eyes, tongues, and more tokens flashed across the screen.

Don’t be so impatient. Lowe: Fine, add them. I’m eating, brb. Kenzie: I hope you choke, B-) Kenzie added Chandler, Owen, and 3 others. Knight: What’s this? Kenzie: Obviously, it’s a group chat. Knight: Idiot. I mean, what’s it for? Kenzie set his own nickname to Kenzie Pogi :-) Kenzie Pogi: Guys, let’s use this chat, okay? It’s challenging to contact each of you individually. You never reply. It must be a pleasure to be famous, right?

I hit Go Live. The chat pops up instantly, usernames scrolling like ticker tape. BigDaddy69: finally DarkHorseX: there she is TipMaster420: been waiting all day “Hey there, Big Daddy,” I purr, leaning forward just enough to let the neckline dip. “Miss me?” A few coins clink in—$5, $3, $7. I smile, slow and lazy, and hook a thumb under the hem of my tank. “Hi, Dark Horse. You been good while I was gone?”

This was the best we could settle for, the pay was good, it gave us stability, a roof over our heads, and enough money to send back home to our ailing parents. My phone pinged indicating a message, and I picked it up to find a new notification from our séx app, it was called CHUGEX. It connected private séx workers to men and women of different categories. I checked it to see a message from an older man, it read: “Would you be interested in a séx chat?” Who is this guy? I opened his profile and his face looked familiar, I had seen him multiple times at the restaurant, in my mind I had already turned him down. I wasn't going to work with someone who knew me personally.