GOD, THIS GUY doesn’t quit. Maybe the END CHAT message wasn’t clear enough. I paste a smile on my face and hiss through my teeth.
freebird71: did you end our chat?
“I’m not a prostitute. If you can’t respect that, then I’m not interested in chatting.”
freebird71: you just virtually fucked me and then screwed me over by leaving me hanging. now get on your knees and suck my dick.
My smile is genuine now, it lives in incredulity and power. Forget my desire to take human life; even pushing that character trait aside, this guy obviously has no idea who he is fucking with. This site, with the exception of its horrible commission rates, is all about us: the talent. They don’t listen to the customers, don’t care if this guy drops a thousand dollars a day on the site. We, the camgirls, have the power. We can block a bad client with one click of the mouse, can ban him from the site with one phone call. No questions asked, no explanations needed. Cams.com last year made over a million dollars from me, money that buys me all the power over clients I could ever want. This man thinks he can order me around? Cop an attitude? I’ve been too nice already. Time to let my inner bitch reign.
I chuckle, rising to my bare feet on the mattress, zooming and changing the camera angle via remote so that it is looking up at me, the image on the screen one of control and power. “Don’t fuck with me, freebird. You have grossly misjudged your position of power in this dynamic. I don’t work for you. You pay me, you beg me, for my time. And that, my friend, is now over. Fuck you and your limp dick. You get on your knees and suck it yourself.” I hop off the bed, off camera, and reach for the mouse. Leisurely slide it over to the “BLOCK” button and pause for a moment. Watch the screen to see if this guy has a response. Then I click the mouse, and separate our lives forever.
------freebird71 HAS BEEN BLOCKED FROM YOUR ACCOUNT. RETURN TO FREE CHAT?
------YES/NO
I ignore the question, stepping around the bed, and head to the kitchen. Pick up my phone and call my model rep, his voice connecting quickly.
“Hey, Deanna.”
“Hey, Jeff. I got a guy I need you to ban.”
“Let me log in.” Clicks on keys. “Okay, what’s his username?”
“Freebird71.”
More clicks. “Sitewide ban? Want it on our affiliate sites too?”
“Everywhere. Burn his ass.”
A low whistle. “Remind me to not piss you off.”
I grin. “Don’t I always?”
He laughs. “All right, hon. Done. I blocked his e-mail, phone number, credit card, as well as his IP address. He’s covered.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m sure I’ll bring it up the next time you chew my ass out.”
I hang up with a smile, tossing the phone down and move back to the bed where the message remains on the screen.
------freebird71 HAS BEEN BLOCKED FROM YOUR ACCOUNT. RETURN TO FREE CHAT?
------YES/NO
I update my spreadsheet, add today’s date and the word “BLOCKED” next to his username. Then I e-mail Mike one short sentence.
I’ve blocked Marcus Renza AKA freebird71. Please put him on one-strike access on my website.
I learned the first year, early on, about the crazies. It’s best to cut all access from them. The camsite’s blocking handles 90 percent of them, but sometimes they continue to seek me out. Go to my private site. Try to schedule appointments there. Mike polices that arena. I’ll let blacklisted members watch my feed, subscribe. Pay up and jack off to the hours of content I upload daily. But they take it any further than that? Click on the “Email Me” link? Or the “Schedule Time with Jess”? Gone. See ya. Straight to the Blacklist of the Blacklist. And I never hear from them again.
I click on the “YES” button and smile, returning to free chat, the room filling up with names, messages of greeting populating in the white box. And my night continues.