Kurt Hummel knew from a young age that he loved two things above all else: attention and money; aside from his family of course. He loved the spotlight and all things related to him being the center of attention. Well, not all things. He wasn't much of a fan of negative attention but he could endure if there was a positive payoff. Speaking of payoffs, Kurt loved money. It wasn't so much the money, but what he could do with the money, that made a difference. Kurt loved shopping, dining out, and travelling. It was safe to assume that a college student slinging hash at an all-night diner wasn't going to cut it. Kurt had to go big or go home and he wasn't ready to go back to Ohio just yet; even if he wasn't too far. Chicago was no New York, but it was a lot closer than Lima was.

Kurt turned down the volume on his stereo and began to stage the room. He only wanted the webcam to catch his bed and himself. Everything else is just too intimate. Kurt giggled at the thought. If people knew what he did for a living, they'd believe that he had a flawed view on intimacy. Kurt's view wasn't flawed, it was just...different. Kurt believed that the most intense forms of intimacy were the forms that required the opening of one's heart and letting someone in. But what would he know about that? He hadn't had a meaningful relationship in...ever.

Kurt shook the thought out of his head and walked towards the mirror. He had to make sure he looked spectacular before going live. Kurt turned his back towards the full length mirror and looked over his shoulder. He was concerned about the panties that he'd purchased earlier in the day.

Kurt ran his hands over the swell of his ass. They felt okay but they he was still apprehensive. He wasn't a fan of the color pink and he was worried they'd reveal too much, too soon. That would be a disaster. His regulars knew that they had to pay to play.

Kurt spread his legs apart and bent down to look between them. Everything seemed to be in place, so he let it go. As long as everything was in place then he was fine with it. Kurt took a breath and placed all his necessary items on the bed. He then turned to look at the clock. 9:59 pm; one minute until show time.

"Looks like the chat is full tonight." Kurt beamed as he lay on the bed; legs swinging in the air behind him.

Thundercat80: It's all for you, babe. Did you get my package?

Kurt giggled. "Of course I did. It's right here." Kurt's arm went off screen and it came back with a package. The young man sat up and began to slowly open it. "I bet I know what this is." He sing songed.

Thundercat80: I bet you do. I can't wait for you to use that during our private. You'll look so hot.

NEPats: He always looks hot.

Kurt hummed in agreement. "I do always look hot....and you're right, Thundercat, I will look hot when I use this."Kurt held up the giant purple dildo that came in the package. How the hell am I supposed to fit this in there? It's like 15 inches long?The thought was gone as soon as it came; the replies were pouring in. The performer beamed.God, I love attention!

NEPats: I might get a private tonight if you use that.

Thundercat80: Lick it.

ManDingo: Do anything with it. Please!

Kurt smirked and brought the object to his lips. He lazily dragged the purple structure across his lips; allowing his tongue to dart out a few times to lick the tip. People definitely loved it. "Remember guys, first come first serve." He reminded. He knew they were hot for him and he wanted someone to buy a private session; that's how he got paid.

An icon lit up on the bottom of his screen indicating that a block of time had been purchased. He smiled to himself before looking directly at the camera. "Looks like we've got a buyer. I'll see you all in..." Kurt looked down to see how much time had been purchased. "30 minutes." He then promptly closed out the screen and pulled up another. The site he worked for wasn't hard to navigate; it just had a lot of different screens; one for free shows, and one for each purchased block of time.

The area that would normally hold the feed from the client's webcam was blank when Kurt logged into his next screen.That's odd."Hello?"

He received a typed reply.

Babar614: I'm here.

Kurt gave the screen a skeptical look. "I think you forgot to turn on your webcam." Kurt waited for another reply.

Babar614: No...I didn't forget. It's just...this is my first time and this makes me a little more comfortable. Is this going to be a problem?

"No! Whatever makes you happy. It's your money." Kurt was at a loss for what to do next. Usually, his guys jumped right in and told him what they wanted. He'd immediately comply -they paid good money for the show after all- then they'd be finished. Kurt knew this guy was going to be different. He'd have to coax things out of this guy. "So...tell me about yourself. What do you like?"

Babar614: I'm not very interesting. I'd love to hear about you though.

Kurt grinned. He'd been down this road before. "Everything you need to know about me is noted in the FAQs on my page." He'd learned a while back that there were far too many people that wanted to know far too much about him.

Babar614: I read them. They said that your favorite color is blue and that you like long walks on the beach. I think that's crap. Based on your complexion, I'd say you're too fair skinned to spend time on the beach. You'd burn in seconds.

Kurt snorted. "What are you, a doctor?"

Babar614: Ummm...no, but my mother is!

Kurt's mouth fell into an 'o'. "Right, well. Time is money, so why don't you tell me what you like and I'll do it. I'll even be generous and I won't start your clock until I start performing."

Babar614: I like everything you do. Do whatever makes you comfortable.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. Who was this guy? Nobody did that. His clients were always very specific with what they wanted him to do and here was this mystery guy telling him to do what made him feel good. It was definitely an unexpected and interesting turn of events.

Kurt picked up the purple dildo from his party chat and began rubbing it along his jaw. "I like this. Do you like this?" He asked with a hint of seduction in his voice.

Babar614: Yes!

Kurt smiled and ran the rubber across his slightly parted lips; giving the head a few tentative licks. "If this was your dick, would you want me to put it in my mouth?"

Babar614: Yes!

Kurt opened his mouth wider and slid it in until it touched the back of his throat.No gag reflex!

Babar614: You look gorgeous doing that.

Kurt bobbed his head along the length of the object for a few moments before pulling off with an obscene pop. He then readjusted his webcam so that it gave a clear shot of his crotch. He was painfully hard and they were already 5 minutes in. Usually he would have been knuckle deep by now; he was behind schedule.

Babar614: I can see the outline of your dick in those panties. I bet it's pretty.

Even though he knew the guy couldn't see his face, Kurt smirked. "Wanna see?"

Babar614: PLEASE

Kurt ran a hand over his clothed cock before pulling the fabric aside; thus freeing the throbbing member from its confines. He gave it a few tentative strokes before holding it out for the camera to catch.

Babar614: It's beautiful. Just like you.

For the first time in a long time, Kurt blushed. No one had ever told him he was beautiful; sexy, smoking, hot –yes, beautiful -no. "I bet you look pretty good too. Tell me what you look like. I want to imagine you while we do this." Kurt went back to lazily stroking himself while he waited for a reply.

Babar614: I'm nothing special.

"You said that before and I still don't believe it. Tell me." The performer insisted.

Babar614: Ummm...hazel eyes, about 5'8", curly hair, olive skin. Nothing compared to you.

"Sounds special to me. Do you have big muscles or are you lean?" Kurt was trying to build a mental image but for some reason he couldn't. Every image that he came up with was of Mr. Anderson; his history professor. Kurt shook his head. He couldn't do this for a client with a picture of his teacher in his head. Mr. Anderson was sacred to him. He'd been in love with the teacher since the first day of his freshman year. He'd tripped over his own feet on the first day of class and the teacher helped him up. Kurt got a look at his faculty badge and proceeded to look him up in the school directory. For the next few semesters, Kurt took at least one class taught by the professor. If he didn't stop, people were going to start thinking he was a history major.

Babar614: Lean. I'm lean but defined.

"I bet you have a huge cock!" Kurt moaned as he stroked faster. Kurt had to fight to keep his eyes from rolling back. He wouldn't be able to read the streaming messages from the client with his eyes closed.

Babar614: It's as thick as it is long.

Kurt stopped stroking long enough to pull his panties off. He then flung them across the room; one hand slowly crept down, past his balls. "Fuck! I bet you'd feel so good! So big!" Kurt whispered.

Kurt grabbed the dildo that he'd been fellating previously and trailed it down his body.

Babar614: Don't put it in. Use your fingers. I've always thought it'd be so hot to watch you finger yourself.

Kurt shrugged and dropped the dildo. In place of it, he picked up a bottle of lube. Without a word, he coated his fingers; rubbing them together to warm the substance. During the process, some of the now warmed liquid drizzled down his chest. "Whoops! I'll get that!"

Kurt took his free hand and rubbed the lube in until his chest was glistening. He assumed the client was salivating by now.

Kurt used his saturated hand to trail down his body; past the balls and back to his hole. He'd been here many times before.

Kurt shot a sultry look towards the webcam before dipping the first finger past the ring of muscles. It was just as familiar as it was delicious.

Kurt shifted again to give his client a better view.

Babar614: si hot!

"I wish I could see you!" Kurt hissed as he pushed another finger in. He checked his timer and saw that they had another 15 minutes left.Not bad, Hummel.

Babar614: One day. Sop Close!

Babar614: Put another in.

Kurt complied until he was 4 fingers deep. He pumped his cock in time with his thrusts. It felt amazing. "So close!"

Babar614: cum! Plz cum!

Kurt wiggled his fingers around until he found the bundle of nerves that would make the process worthwhile. He went left, then right, and he eventually found it. "Fuck. Fuck!" He was close.

Within moments, Kurt had white streaks sprinkled across his torso and hand. He let out a shaky breath.

Babar614: that was so hot!

Kurt shot the camera a lopsided smile. For some reason, that was easily one of the best orgasms he'd had in a while. He assumed it was because he was imagining Blaine's hands instead of his own. He'd never admit to it, though. Mr. Anderson didn't know he existed and it looked like it was going to stay that way. "Did you cum?"

Babar614: like 5 minutes ago.

"Good! I hope it was good for you, because it was great for me!"

Blaine let his head lull backwards until it hit the headrest of his computer chair. He hadn't bothered to put his dick away because that meant it was truly over. He'd just spent the past half hour watching the man of his dreams get himself off. Simply put, it was amazing. He'd been pining over the boy since he helped him off the ground last year. Unfortunately, Kurt was off limits. Kurt was a student and fraternizing between students and teachers was strictly forbidden at the school.

The day Blaine ran across the site, his head was spinning. Being single for most of his adult life left him lonely and horny most of time. The night he found Kurt's page, Blaine almost passed out. His senses told him to pretend he'd never seen the page, but he couldn't. He went back every day for a month; reading Kurt's FAQs and watching the party chats from the sidelines. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. Kurt was stunning and he radiated an energy that couldn't be ignored. By the end of the month, Blaine couldn't take it. He finally buckled down and paid the $49.95 for a private session. He'd concocted the idea to conceal his identity and pulled out his credit card. At least he's not one of my high school students. The Adjunct thought as he stroked his cock in time with the boy on his screen. He experienced the most intense orgasm of his life that night.

Blaine's eyes found the time on his laptop. He'd been sitting there for a while because it was almost midnight. "Fuck!" Blaine said to himself. He had an early class and he still needed to take a shower. Blaine stood up slowly, his limp cock swaying as he moved, and walked towards his bathroom. The sooner he showered, the sooner he could get some sleep.