Laurel Hill Springs

(Remote Open)
Themes: Sex Work: Cam Girl/ Soft Core, Voyeurism
Players: Open to channel viewers, etc… Vince, Gil, Tiny spies!?!

Meanwhile/ After Fierce Independence
July 28, between 8 PM- 12 AM ish.
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Gil felt like the whole planet was asleep; Sunday had been rather quiet.
The mother-witches were all out. Vik was out. The combination Puppy /Jungle Gym was out…
It was like the whole town spent the last 24 hours recuperating. And Gil, in her endless enjoyment of entertaining herself, desiring admiration and pleasure had a truly delightful idea…

After three very late nights and two long hot days days of really thoroughly getting to know Vince while introducing him to every sturdy surface of the cozy witch farmhouse; she now had a pretty good idea of how to invest her streaming income.
It seemed she was in need of a new bed frame… and box spring… and pillows… and a mattress. And maybe a leash… Hey, as long as everyone was having fun. Maybe she could watch him haul stuff outside shirtless.

The timing couldn’t be more perfect. Perhaps her Puppy would return in time for a bit of the show.
Gil logged into her *Every_Bunny* account then busied herself setting the mood of her cozy pink studio for romantic late summer relaxation. Open windows let the warm breeze tickle curtains. There was a mountain of puffed pillows. It looked nice and cozy and inviting.

She ran a bath: adding salts and bubbles and perfume oils. Lit Candles. It looked like a faintly hazy and beautiful little dream here.

The angle of the camera’s view just barely caught the edge of a slumped bed frame, pushed aside. She’d made some sort of adorable little pillow blanket nest.
The lady herself opened her stream and waited for a gathering of curious newcomers and dedicated fans to join.

As usual, Gil swished into view and undressed very casually with a demure side shot!!! Thankfully, there was a quality backside view as she approached the tub and got in. The little lady was short enough to submerge herself fully, wetting her shaggy blonde curls.
And then she just continued, unbothered, about her own business; specifically just relaxing in the water.

For new viewers, it would appear the little bunny didn’t take requests. She just sorta let people see her private life. Lots of lingerie, booty shorts, nail painting and lotion application. And plenty of self love.
And it seemed this was VERY popular. People were definitely tipping! She was featured often as a popular channel.


The tub in this cozy attic studio is situated in a windowed corner. In day light, there’s a stunning view of the property and a backdrop of the hills and forests beyond. Perfectly relaxing and lovely.

The sky is beautiful pinks and orange and purple as the summer evening approaches.
She soaks until she’s completely pruny, shampoos her hair, washes her face, and furiously exfoliates!!! It’s pretty innocent, all viewed from the a slightly elevated back corner position. The water is milky white like from liquid castile soap, peppered with herbs and petals. And has pink bubbles. Maybe some mica glitter for funsies.

Once every inch has been scrubbed clean, Gillian stands and pulls the plug, then steps carefully onto a mat while grabbing her giant bath-sheet.

Wrapped up, Gil lays another bath sheet on the floor between the tub and the viewer and sits down to dry off.
Her next act is of course the most important, moisturizing! Top to bottom, every little bit.

The sound of little tiny bing bongs and alerts makes her smirk coyly at her toes and she wiggles them; that little rainbow -french tip pedicure on full display.

It had indeed been a busy couple of days! So many points had led up to that one weekend. The opening of the Crow-bar. So many paths of people connecting and tangling. New stories and bonds and drama all packed in a few short days. Of course, the word would want a little silence. A sweet lull of rest before it wound up again for the next big event. Sure, there was some loose ends that still needed to tie off but there was always at least a calm before the storm.

He tossed a few more logs into the fire as he sat back down with the girls that had some with him to Sally’s place. He expected to hang around here for a few till he knew the little lass was safe. Sure, he could just keep an eye on her like he did with the girls, but Sally didn’t know that so being physically there was probably best for the mousy haired girl as well as a deterrent for any skulking in the trees.

He listened to the conversation, drinking and smoking and enjoying the fire but he also was enjoying the soft moment happening elsewhere. He was always watching his girls. It was part of his job though he wouldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it. Even in these tender moments. And he had the best seat in the house. How’d the saying go? ‘You are never more than 3 feet from a spider.” Sure, it was a myth but not for the witches. Didn’t matter if it was the small spider in the corner, the fireflies that flickered in her picturesque background in the brush outside or the crickets that sang softly in the background, they all had the chance of being his little spies. They were his eyes when he couldn’t be there. And his eyes were always there, unless politely asked not to be of course. He was protective but they were grown women now. He’d respect that request and always had when asked by the other witches during more intimate moments.

Gil had yet to ask though, so he’d enjoy this moment from a distance and to be honest he was pretty sure Gil enjoyed it as much as he did.

((Anyone else posting dont worry about me in the posting order.)

(I had a character who was a navy SEAL veteran who became a stripper, then subsequently a manwhore)

(I am shooketh!!!! Also haha i died expecting to see a Thor post.)

(Yeah, no. Thor doesn't belong here, although there are some very very sick people in the world...]

Very sharp eyed viewers had a chance of seeing something big, covered in fur, that was visible between the trees in the background for two or three seconds.
Although, no matter how picturesque Gil's background was, it wasn't what drew in the attention of most viewers.
It took a longer moment until the big, long haired male suddenly crossed into the background of the stream, wearing black sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt.
The messages in the chat of course started to flare up.
"Wtf?"
"Who is that?"
"👀"
"It is over guys, she has a boyfriend!"
"Is our bunny being robbed?"

The new guy didn't see the camera.
"Do you have something to eat?" he asked sheepishly, with his best boyish smile. "Exhausting day. It was murder out there…"
Vince felt a bit guilty about all the snacks Gil supplied him with, but it was a surefire way to secure his eternal loyalty. He leaned down to kiss Gil, just to make it up to her.
He still was blissfully unaware of any recording. At least he still had his pants on, that wasn't the norm around Gil!

Gil tries to play it cool as Vince strolls innocently into view. She claps a hand over her mouth to contain a giggle as he asks for something to eat. This is almost exactly as she had hoped. Maybe a little early.
Best part of being a pervert is when people play along! Of course, she'd have to do the polite thing and check his consent. Thus far,she couldn't be sure he did or didn't know.

Big green eyes follow his figure crossing the room. She's trying so hard to stifle the impending outburst of giggles.
That little smile lingers behind her hand and she takes a deep breath to calm herself.

Thinking she has flown under the radar and can maintain innocence, Gil's sweet little face tilts up at Vince to eagerly receive a kiss.
"Oh! Are you ok, Puppy?" She's looking him over and grabbing at his shirt to check.

Satisfied, "What sounds good to eat?"
The little chimes from the chat are relentless now. Surely he could hear them?! The tension on the corner of her towel goes slack, that soft material tucked under her arm falls to the floor on her visible side. Vince is getting an eyeful from his vantage point.

His hazel eyes got caught by the greens of hers for a moment. He returned the kiss happily, putting his arms around her.

For a moment, he just enjoyed holding her. Some of the chat thought it to be cute, some were still desperately trying to deny that Vince was more than a brother, others were curious where this would go.

Vince whimpered. It was his signature sound when Gill called him puppy, he just couldn't deny it. In his case, it was a happy sound, he just couldn't handle all his good feelings, and thus he focused them this way. His shirt smelled a bit like alcohol and fire, and it was torn here and there, but any blood wasn't Vince's.

Subtly, he pulled the gun out of his waistband and put it down on the table behind Gil while they were still so close. While he worked in Gil's blind spot, the camera had a pretty good view of the gun.
Vince had no idea about the pinging. Gil probably was in the middle of a raid or something, he didn't really care. The view at the towel was far more interesting.
"Hm, something sweet and tasty, something… pink?" Vince suggested. With each word, he kissed Gil again, and which each word he slid lower. His last kiss hit Gil just bellow her belly button, as he now kneed in front of her, looking up.

Gillian smirks at the camera from around Vince’s embrace; completely amused when she thinks that is what sends the chat into a tizzy! They’re waiting, curiously both horny & a little scared or was it jealousy over their sweet bun bun!

That little giggle snort comes again as Vince’s eyes eat her up. Each kiss receives its very own little squirmy bunny noise as Vince goes hunting for pie.
A little foot juts out, her rainbow toes against his chest just barely, as if to halt the procession entirely until a serious matter is cleared up.
She remarks sternly, “Hummmm… did you bring icing?
AHEM. And! As you HAVE been a Naughty Puppy by breaking my bed, how do you feel about live streaming your meal?” She smiles at him, reaching slowly for the camera in order to provide a better angle should he be agreeable.

"Icing? Sort of, I'll just sample if it is done, then I'll add it." Vince answered playfully. He gave the bun bun a very loving look, then blinked at the camera.
Then he gave an awkward wave.
"As I've been naughty, how can I say no? I accept my punishment." Vince said, before giving Gill a nod, just to make sure she got the message: it was okay.

Carefully he lifted her foot up to his mouth, to give it a quick kiss. "Are we live on OnlyFans or something ?" he couldn't help but being curious.

His little wave makes her giggle which causes another stir in the chat.
However, the sweet little kiss makes her blush! She’s holding the little rig mid conversation… the view is just Gil’s breasts at a fun angle, their words are slightly muffled.
“Yeah, For funsies. But, I did enjoy scheming about new furniture paid off via orgasms!”

We’re totally professionals!

"I thought that table would've collapsed any day anyways." Vince admitted embarrassed. He looked up at Gil and tilted his head for a moment. Then he smiled. "I'd watch your channel." he admitted affectionately.

He pressed another kiss at Gil's foot, then ankle, lower leg, knee, thigh… slowly, he made his way towards her lap, kiss by kiss. A viewer could see him losing some of his initial cam-shyness every further kiss.

“Hmmmm! I’ll be sure to collect data on the Puppy demographic’s viewing interests.”
Gil watched the trailing kisses. She was short, but Vince did a good job drawing out the anticipation of the inevitable.


Gil shares her Bunny-POV as Vince’s mouth moves closer.
She’s forgotten to move it elsewhere, still holding the little setup in hand as she watches Vince’s kisses trail up every inch of her skin.

Vince's interest was high enough so it would totally distort all data that forgot to exclude him. He just gave Gil one more longing look, then he returned to kissing his way upwards.

There was little female-POV stuff out there, although this wasn't Gill's niche… so far. Vince still enjoyed the thought of being lifestreamed to strangers, ad he enjoyed the smell growing more and more intense in his sensitive nose, the higher he got.

Finally, he pressed his mouth against the mound in a long kiss. His tongue darted into Gill, followed the outlines of her inside as he still pressed his head into her lap like a good puppy.