“She Gave The Worst Head…” Pt.2 And Some Blow J History

This could be the second worst thing a chick has ever heard aside from being labeled as the DUFF in her group of friends, but then again, Duffs have to learn quick to give great head in order to get any type of attention at all. So, what are you doing wrong?

Mistake #1: You don’t like giving head because a long time ago, your mother, or your grandmother, told you that oral sex was for trashy girls. Whores. Sluts. Trollops. Strumpets. Hookers and biker chicks. Perhaps you even came from a very religious background and was told your mouth was only to recite the words of God and the bible. They even have “Purity Balls” where fathers take their daughters & present them with a ring, much like a wedding ring & make their young daughters promise to stay pure. Without the young girls realizing it, their daughters bodies & souls belonged to their fathers, long before they belonged to their husband.

***Marriage is an ancient institution & was seen as a strategic alliance between families***

Did anyone else see Love or sex in that sentence?

(okay, time to get back on blow job track)…

Mistake #2: When your husband/boyfriend finally convinces you to go down south, you don’t know what in the fuck you’re doing. You’re not completely to blame. No one ever taught you. So, you begin to feel insecure about it and avoid the cock sucking issue at all costs. Looking at his “Member” for the first time probably gave you nightmares. It’s true, they are a wee bit strange to look at for the first time, but I’m sure vaginas don’t resemble pink Macaroons either.

Mistake #3: DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, listen to our girlfriends advice about blow jobs. Every man is different

Mistake #4: Tucking your teeth behind your gums is amateur hour. Only high school chicks do that after school behind the bleachers. The guy can still feel your teeth, which makes it hard to cum, which also means you could be down there for a looooong time and injuring your lips in the process. Open your mouth wider and forget you even have teeth.

***The blow job was a revolutionary invention and birth control method, which was great for the dudes, but what about the ladies?? Ah, that’s right, married women were above blow jobs, BUT, the whores were not.***

Mistake #5: You’re married. How are you above giving the man you’re married to a blow job?

***Blow jobs were not actually popularized until 1929***

Mistake #6: If you don’t find a way to ease yourself into giving head, trust me, your boyfriend or husband will find a woman who will.

Blow Jobs=Oral sex. It’s just sex. Have fun with it. If blow jobs are something you enjoy immensely and you happen to be with a girl who is not even willing to walk into a sex shop or give it the ‘ol blow, well, then perhaps she’s not for you. And that’s okay because you’re probably not her type either.

Blow Jobs: A Tale of two Cities: How 2 Give The Best Blow J’s (CAUTION: VERY DESCRIPTIVE) NC-17 pt. 1

My Grandmother always told me the way to a mans heart is through his stomach. She may have been a little behind the times. Unfortunately for me, I can’t cook. I mean, I can make a mean pop tart, but that’s about it. However, while dating my very first boyfriend in high school, I discovered new tips, tricks and talents about how to get to a mans heart without having to sweat over an oven or bust through his ribcage. I don’t believe these special talents were around when my grandmother was going to school. This special talent is referred to as a Blow Job, which I find a wee bit misleading.

First of all, you’re not “blowing” anything. Can you imagine having a chick blowing on your junk like it was a harmonica? Secondly, if you find it to be a “Job,” or a chore, then don’t be surprised when he pays a stripper $5 to give him the best oral sex he’s ever had. And trust me, she will. Then he’ll come home to you after getting his brains blown two ways from sunday, while trying desperately to come up with a believable story as to why he’s broke and just getting home at 4:00am, which is extremely hard to do when you’re exhausted from your cum coma. “Doing what? Reading The Giving Tree?”

Women who don’t give head are usually women who don’t enjoy receiving head either. YAWN. I, however, LOVE give head. I like the way it feels getting hard in my mouth and I love the dominating position I’m in because lets face it, ladies, give your man head means he’s in control. He has you on your knees or in some other awkward position, giving you directions, moaning your name (if you’re REALLY good at it), and trust me, there’s nothing better than having a man moan your name or levitate off the bed, which has happened during my, what I like to refer to as, my religious experiences. Watching their toes curl and their legs flex, they can barely take it. That’s when I know I’m in control. I control his pleasure

Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE sex, but giving head makes me incredibly wet. Soaked. It’s as if someone took a super soaker to my vagina. And by nature, I’m a pleaser. I don’t stop giving head until that man has cum. I never leave anything half assed. If you’re going to start it, “Finish Him.” And when he has finally let go and is in that state of euphoria, you will never witness a man so tender, so loving. He will praise your every stroke, every move you made with your mouth and go on and on about how he’s never had a blow job like that before. Afterwards, you should ask him to write a Yelp review for you. 😉

Not all blow jobs are the same. It takes practice and years of critique to be the Bruce Lee of oral sex. Blow Jobs are for teenagers, drunk at a shitty high school party doing keg stands. When giving head, listen to your dude and the sounds he makes. If the guy is a dead fish then abort mission because this dude would rather enjoy getting head from the quarterback on his team.

And don’t be afraid to ask for directions. Ask him what he likes or doesn’t like. Listen to his moans and pay attention to how his body reacts when you try something different. I think It’s incredibly hot watching a mans entire body tense up and his toes curl. I don’t mean to brag, well…yes I do, but I have never had one boyfriend complain about my head game. I’ve given two blow jobs to two different people in less than an hour. I am the Mr. Miyagi of blow jobs.

I never rush through it. I kiss down their chest. I unzip their paint slowly. Pull down their boxer briefs, which I believe every man should wear (unless you want to look like Benjamin Button at 35 years old). I slowly pull them down, but I don’t put him in my mouth right away. I breathe my warm,hot breath on the tip of his head and then I proceed to lick him from his shaft to the tip of his head. I suck slowly on the tip of his head because the most sensitive part of a mans penis. Then, before he realizes what’s happening, I push his head into my mouth. Just his head.

Now ladies (and gents), pay close attention, your hand is your best friend. Many of you are so concerned and focused on pleasing him with your mouth that you forget you have an entire body to use. Especially your hands. Use your hands to stroke his shaft and cup his balls. Not all men are into having their balls played with, so, make sure this is a discussion you have before you begin. Communication is everything. Your hands give him the feeling that you’re going deeper than you really are.

An element of surprise when it comes to sex is HOT. I dated this guy two years ago and I would give him what I would call “Ambush Blow Jobs.” He would just be getting home from work, my unsuspecting victim, and I would unbuckles his pants, get on my knees and blow all the stress of the day out of his mind. Don’t forget the occassional eye contact. Don’t stare at him the whole time, just once in a while. And if your mouth needs a small break, that doesn’t mean order food from EAt24. Don’t stop. Pull your mouth away, look him in the eyes and don’t be afraid to talk dirty, really dirty.

Continue to stroke him while you talk dirty and as I stated before, this is not a JOB regardless of what the title says. You do not get a half hour break for lunch. Give your mouth a rest, lick the very tip of his cock, stroke him and talk dirty like you just got back from the Bunny Ranch.

I’ve never been a fan of lube. When it comes to being natural, I use spit. It doesn’t stain the sheets and it doesn’t taste like grape soda that’s been sitting out in the sun for three days. Ick. Why would you want to ingest lube in the first place. Lots of Saliva is the magic key to the land of OZ. Drinking lots of water will help to keep you hydrated so that you don’t get dry mouth. Not to mention drinking plenty of water is great for your skin. But I digress…

“What do I do about the big finish???” Again, this is a conversation that needs to be had before you gobble his sack like a thanksgiving turkey. If you don’t swallow, no biggie, but be sure to have a bunch of baby wipes handy and close by. Men are usually just grateful to receive a blow job and the oral sex gentleman will gladly give you a warning when he’s about to cum, leaving it up to you. If you happen to be feeling froggy then jump. If you’re not there yet mentally, then away his bat signal, his moans will become louder and your womanly instincts will let you know when to pull away. However, don’t pull away and run off to clean up. Continue to play with his cock. Stroke his shaft from the bottom to the top and get every last drop out of him. He may be sensitive, so, go slow.

Cleaning him up will be the most lady like thing you’ve done since wrapping your pretty little mouth around him.

Now, here’s a couple Fay Tips: 1. Don’t be shut off if he happens to fall right to sleep after experiencing his “Religious Experience.” He’s in a cum coma and there will be no waking him. An ex of mine was having insomnia once and had to be up early. So, I put him to bed and very coquettishly whispered, “Baby, I think you need a blow job.” Ten minutes later, he came and fell right to sleep.
Fay Tip: 2 Make sure he eats a lot of pineapple. This will make his cum taste incredibly sweet and if you if swallowing wasn’t your thing then, it will be now, but in order for this to work, he must eat pineapple everyday.

*Hope you enjoyed Part 1 of how to give the best oral sex.*
*Part 2 will be how to avoid giving the worst head…ever.*

Thug Lyfe

Congratulations to those of us who made it to 2015! Myself included. This being my first blog in over four months I feel that I should be wowing you with wisdom and wit, but it appears that you clicked on the wrong blog post. So, you’re shit out of luck.

But while you’re here…

…A few things to get you through the new year…

1.Don’t be a dick
2.Don’t masturbate in public
3.Don’t name your kids after food groups
4.Don’t watch Fox News
5.Don’t say Bae if you’re in your late twenties
6.Don’t say Bae at all
7.Relax. It’s just sex…but get tested
8.Kale is for people who hate themselves
9.Listen. Smile & then do whatever the fuck it was you were going to do anyway because you’re a fucking adult!
10.Drink your Ovaltine

Your Porn Name SUX…

…There seems to be a lack of creativity in the porn name department and very little originality these days. Every girl fresh off the boat is either a Jenna, Jesse, Nikki/Nicole, Brooke, Brooklyn, Alexis,Emma, Abby, Alana, Bailey, Tegan. On my agency site alone, there are two Anna’s, which are both spelled differently. Two Mary’s, two girls with the first name Miss and unfortunately, two Scarlett’s, which are also spelled differently. (Let it be known that I’ve been Scarlett for seven years, so, I think it’s fair to say that, that name belongs to me). 😉

…On LA Direct’s site, there are two Addison’s and four Alexis’! Is that absolutely necessary?

…OcModels has two Brooke’s, both spelled differently, two Holly’s, two Lilly’s also spelled differently, and two Summer’s.

Anyway, you get where I’m going with this.

Jenna Jameson, Jesse Jane, Jenna Haze, Alexis Texas, Nikki Benz…they’ve earned their names. They made these names household names. They are recognized everywhere. And yes, Jenna, Jesse & Nikki are cute, little girly names, but guess what? THE POSITION HAS BEEN FILLED! (no pun intended). Giving yourself a porn name that has already been made famous by the person who first thought of it, will not make you a porn star overnight or win you any awards or recognition of any kind. You may just end up pissing off the wrong person who worked her ass off (literally) to make that name what it is today.

Newbies, don’t be afraid to be creative when it comes to choosing your stage name. Especially if you want the name and yourself to stand out and be memorable. Stage names like Jenna, Alexis, Nikki, Jesse, or Brooke will only get you lost in the crowd. I know strippers with better stage names and that’s not saying a whole hell of a lot.

Your stage name should stand out and look great on a box cover, but don’t get carried away either. If porn is something you’re looking to do, before you sign with any agency, before you do anything…do your research on the industry and spend some time thinking about your stage name. Don’t let your agent choose it for you. Some agents are lazy and may just end up calling you Fido or Grassy Knoll.

Well, kids, that’s all for today. TaTa!

Scarlett Fay
@scarlettfay1oh1
http://www.ScarlettFayLive.com

The G-String Chronicles pt. 1: Prologue

*Not every strippers story is the same. These are my experiences. I have over two years worth of war stories. Some funny and some that will have you reaching for your cocktail of xanax and zoloft. But fear not, my little Crumb Snatchers. I will take you through the bog of eternal stench that is the strip club scene and just when you feel the nightmare may never end, I will guide you safely back to Happy Land. This is pt: 1 of the G-String Chronicles…Proceed with caution.*

***DISCLAIMER: For those of you with heart conditions, whiplash, fibromyalgia, can’t read without pictures, can’t read at all or don’t give two donuts and a rolling shit or are easily offended by, well, everything, I suggest you go back to watching Teen Mom or Gossip Girl. This story is not for you. For those of you who made it this far down the paragraph, lets get this shit storm brewing, shall we?***

Once upon a time, in the enchanted kingdom of  San Fernando Valley, affectionately referred to as Porn Valley, nestled quietly on the corner of “walk and don’t walk,” a full nude strip club was erected. It was the biggest and said to be the most popular club in all the land. It was rumored that only the most beautiful maidens frolicked behind its doors, serving up all your wildest fantasies and favorite appetizers. With all the free soda and water you could drink! The girls would dance to their native songs and the men would tip them handsomely with $1 bills. The more coin you left on the stage, the more naked the girls became. Truly a sight to see. The men would come to relax in the arms of a beautiful woman after a hard days work storming the castle. Only the finest gentlemen were permitted inside to see the naked dancing girls. All who came to this magical place had a gay old time. Yadda, Yadda…blah, blah, blah…and they all lived happily ever after.

Oh, wait! That’s another story…Here’s the truth about what happens to the girls working behind the closed doors of the strip club and the grotesque transformation that happens to men after they pay their $20 cover charge.

There is no good, the bad & the ugly. THERE IS ONLY ZUUL! No, but seriously…Strip clubs cater to the most fucked up stereotypes you can possibly imagine. Stereotypes of all ages, shapes, colors & backgrounds. Stereotypes I thought only existed in movies.

And, yes, I know what you’re all thinking, “but Scarlett, you do porn. How can stripping be any different?” I asked myself this same question two years ago as I was filling out my application for the strip club.

I’ve always been a Curious George type of person. Always wanting, needing to experience different things. Good experiences, bad experiences. I craved it all. Change & adventure. Fuck. This blog is beginning to sound like the opening to a Mark Twain book. Ahem…It didn’t matter what I was going through or what I went through because ultimately, the good & the bad molded me into a very well rounded person. No, really! (cue the laughter & enjoy laughing at your own jokes. I’ll wait)…

Ok, did ya’ get that outta’ your system? Great. Now shaddup & lets move on.

I may have screwed up once or twice as a teenager, but for the most part I was a great kid. I did well in school. I was involved in extra curricular activities, I didn’t drink, smoke, do drugs. My parents got really lucky with me. Shit could have been worse. Although, I did receive a Saturday school for ditching in the 8th grade, but I highly doubt that has anything to do with my decision to do porn and strip.

The usual signs and symptoms of becoming a porn star/stripper were never there. What do you look for? I am the last person on earth you would ever expect. In fact, one girl, who I loathed, told me that I was going to be a nun. Maybe my folks or my guidance counselor, whom I was sent to for a “dress code violation” because my pants had a hole in the knee, is to blame. If only they had seen the obvious cries for help. If only they had realized that by wearing jeans with holes in them, I was secretly planning my career in the porn industry while also day dreaming of being a stripper at 28 years old.

I initially became a stripper for two reasons. 1. There’s a stripper inside every female whether you’d like to admit it to yourself or not and we all have that burning curiosity about whether or not we could actually do it. 2. I was told that there was a possibility I may be booked for a Feature Dancing gig and getting some experience on the pole was encouraged. I’ve been dancing for two years and have never been booked for any feature dancing opportunities, but it’s something I’d really like to do. Pornies never say die!

However, clubs don’t want to book just some chick who does porn, yet, lacks major exposure. They want to book a porn star that will bring in fans and money. They want a name. My only claim to fame were the Lindsay Lohan parodies I shot for Hustler that got me some exposure on TMZ, E! News and other little media outlets. So, I figured this teeny, tiny bit of notoriety may give me a shot at feature dancing. This friend assured me that he would be able to get me the feature dancing gigs I needed that would somehow catapult me into the famous porn star I always aspired to be. (cough). So, off I went to audition at this strip club, which is less than ten minutes from my house in the valley, hoping to pick up a few tricks, (pole tricks, that is. not actual tricks) and hopefully learn how to put on one hell of a show.

As Britney Spears so elegantly put it, “There’s only two types of people in the world. The ones that entertain and the ones that observe…” Well, I was definitely a “put on a show kinda’ girl.”

I got dressed and gave the DJ my song requests. The first song being Shaking Hands, by Nickelback. (Yes, i like Nickelback and i refuse to apologize for this. You, however, may continue to eat Bilbo Baggins dick). I came out onto the stage dressed as a school girl, (obviously I was lacking a little creativity), shook my ass, bent my ass over, touched my toes, did a few spins around the pole, arched my back, and smiled. HIRED.

Confidence has never been an issue for me. Well, perhaps confidence is not the right word. I never felt nervous. I wasn’t nervous on my first day of school. I wasn’t nervous auditioning for my very first school play and I wasn’t nervous shooting my very first porn and I definitely wasn’t nervous for my audition as a stripper.

*Note To Aspiring Strippers: Do not reference movies like Striptease or Showgirls…That is all. *

I love dancing. I like risqué, seductive dancing even better, which got me some attention at the Middle School/High School proms & winter formals. I was never trashy, but I definitely wanted people to look. Stripping is supposed to be a tease. Humans like a good tease just as much as we like a good chase. It’s not enough to just “get it over with.” We’re visual creatures attracted to beautiful images and colors. It’s hot to put it all out there, but it’s far more enticing to leave something to the imagination. I know. It’s terribly cliche, but if you’re given anything all at once & too easily, you lose interest.

For those of you still with us, assuming there’s actually more than one person reading this other than myself, I promise that there’s a point, a message & an actual story to this tale. Bare with me.

Ahem…back to being seductive…while on a stripper pole, dressed like a baby prostitute…

Being in cross country and track taught me mind over matter. Becoming a Thespian in theatre and playing different parts in many plays taught me to act, to create a character & make that character my own. While also never losing myself in the process. Scarlett Fay is my character and I may amp things up a bit while on set or on stage, but I’m always me. You’re not going to experience two different people sharing one body, but I definitely know when to play the part and when to turn it off.

Porn was a crash course on how to utilize all the things puberty had given me, but what my mother failed to teach me when I was younger. Smart woman.

There is a certain high that comes over you when you see how fast and easy the money is as a stripper. Having guys throw money at you or spend money on you, just to be with you for a few minutes gives you this Wonder Woman type feeling. Well, maybe not Wonder Woman, but you definitely feel like a “boss bitch,” as the kids would say.

At this point, I had been shooting porn for four years. I figured stripping would be a cake walk. A goddamn bake sale. I. was. WRONG.

Stripping has never matched anything I’ve made in porn, but at the time I was only shooting GG scenes, so, my bookings were few and far between. Making a couple hundred dollars for five hours of work just seemed way too easy and at least I would have some cash on me while I was in between work or waiting for paychecks. Not to mention there is something about commanding the attention of these complete strangers that made me feel in control and fucking sexy. At the time, I was working pretty steady for PlayboyTV, so, I didn’t spend much time at the club. On the nights that I did come in, I only stayed from 5pm-10pm. I wasn’t ready to work a late shift. I didn’t feel I was experienced enough or mentally capable of competing with thirty other girls. Picture that for a moment. Thirty girls in one room. I know it sounds very erotic, but it’s actually terrifying. Girls are very wicked creatures. Females were not a well thought out plan. As strippers we have nothing and everything in common, but we all share the same goal. Money. Many of the dancers I work with are natural born hustlers and then there are those, like myself, that have no fucking clue what we’re doing. My first year as a stripper was pretty pathetic. I never approached customers for dances and sometimes the only money I would make would be from the tips I received on stage. Some days I would get lucky and a customer would approach me for a dance and buy several. But for the most part I kept to myself. I was still adapting to my new surroundings, getting the lay of the land and studying it’s indigenous people. A strip club is an anthropologist’s wet dream. Everything you need to know about human behavior is on full display.

A strip club is like walking into one of those weird oddity museums that have strange beasts mounted on the walls from the far corners of the world that you never knew existed and a two-headed stillborn baby is forever preserved inside a mason jar.

Cue the dark and ominous music…

I’ll try to keep you on the sunny side of the street while we’re here. After that, I should probably list a suicide hotline number below. Hopefully, most of you are so medicated you’ll barely feel a thing.

Stripping, being a stripper, has a way of breaking you down and molding you into someone completely different and usually not for the better. It’s like the military, but with G-Strings and stilettos. Only the strong will survive. Or the mentally ill. Sometimes I wish Morgan Freeman would appear out of the bathroom stall to give me a pep talk before my stage set. However, the only thing appearing out of the bathroom stall is a young, stumbling drunk girl with a broken heel and different food stains from different days of the week lingering on the outfit she pulled from her locker. I’m sure she’ll get to that when she can, but right now, she’s on a drone strike. Her target? Anybody. Her mission? To make money. With a little help from liquid courage and her newfound love for self medicating, she’s ready and wiling to do whatever it takes to make that money. Anything. That’s what I like to call Army Strong. With a shotgun dose of uppers and downers, she is ready for duty.

Thankfully she’ll have enough drugs on board to  wipe out her memory when she wakes up at four in the afternoon….(*to be continued.* This is a work in progress. Pardon our dust. Just wanted to get this out there)………

Oh Herro

I would like to begin with a quick hello! Because that’s all I have time for at 1am. So much to catch up on & lots to dish out, including some juicy gossip, rumors and some pretty amazing fucking news. I’ll elaborate. Just not at this moment. Hang on to your dicks, fellas! 😉

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Cam Show Faux Pas…

Cam show disasters and how to avoid them…

Ladies, if you have an HD webcam, be well aware that HD will pick up every pimple, pore, crevice & crater on your face & ass. Chicks may dig scars on dudes, but the dudes do not want your C-Section scar or battle wounds from your days as an emo teenager, written all over your body like a Dr. Seuss book. The only story you should be revealing on your cam show is as follows: The Naughty School Girl, Naughty Nurse, Naughty College Girl, Sexy Sorority Girl, The Girl Next Door, even Cat Woman would suffice. Trust me, I’ve done them all. Moving on…

…Lighting! It can be your best friend or turn you into the walking dead. Soft lighting is ok, buuut you don’t want that soft lighting to cast spooky shadows on your face & other areas where spooky shadows should not be. Have a well lit room from front too back. You don’t want the only light to be the one coming off your computer screen.

Next on the list of poorly done cam shows, THE MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND! I get it, the music makes you less bored while you wait patiently for someone to pay to see you take your clothes off. You bounce around your room, lip-synch the words while your patrons are trying to get your attention or ask questions. However, not everyone is into the same music that you’re into. You’ll have a hard time setting the mood with your viewers if all you can hear is the distorted sound of “ima’ beat the pussy up,” in the background. If you must have music while you webcam, be very particular about what you listen to. Your viewers are paying for a fantasy. They want to lose themselves in that fantasy even if it’s only for a few minutes, but if it sounds like there’s a rave going on in your bedroom, the fantasy is lost.

DON’T LOOK SO BORED! LOSE THE ATTITUDE! You’re not going to get on your webcam and immediately begin making money without putting forth some effort. You have to be personable, approachable, flirtatious, remember to smile and keep your energy up. Don’t lose your cool or snap at someone just because you’ve had a shit day or you feel that you hold some sort of celebrity status because you’ve won awards for sucking dick. If you’re bored your viewers will be able to tell. It will read loud and clear just like your resting bitch face. So, fucking smile, bat your eyes and make some money.

Typing only while web camming is fucking pointless. People log onto webcam sites to hear your voice. They want to hear your moan. They want to know what you sound like when you cum and they want to listen to you dirty talk. What sense does it make to pay to watch someone type their orgasm? They could text their girlfriends for free if that’s the case. The only exception to the rule are the foreign chicks who can’t speak any english, who are working out of some sweat shop studio in east jesus nowhere while some guy named Zoltar translates to the girls what the dudes are saying. If you can speak english, then SPEAK! Crikey! If you’re not going to allow sound during your cam show then what’s the point?  You don’t have to recite The Bill of Rights, just open your mouth and start a conversation. You don’t have to sound like a Bowery prostitute right away. Save the good stuff for the paid chat room. But if you happen to be bashful when it comes to talking dirty, perhaps you should consider a career in telemarketing.

Make up is your friend. I’ve been doing a little spying and some of you look BEAT! We’re talking straight out the trailer and onto the Jerry Springer show. Pornstar or not, when you are doing a LIVE cam show you have now become your alter ego, whomever that may be. If you call yourself Princess Tits or Cum Dumpster, then that’s who you are until you log off. So, be sure to slap on the foundation, the blush, mascara (quite a few times to get big, full lashes), do a little something with your hair & pick an eye shadow that makes your eyes pop. You are playing a fantasy and in some cases, you’ll be playing many different fantasies depending on the customer. Don’t log on with dark circles, black eyes or zits showing.  The viewers want the girl next door, the cheerleader or the hot teacher they always fantasized about, but never had.

Please refrain from using these words while camming: “I’m tired.” “I’m bored.” You’re not bringing sexy back by making it clear that you don’t want to be there. Granted, camming can sometimes get a little tedious. Invite a friend over who’s not afraid to get down on a LIVE show. Sometimes having a partner makes things fun and can bring you more business.

Here are a few tid bits for after your show starts: Don’t leave the room to get anything. You should already be prepared and have everything you need before you log on. Don’t attempt to clean your room unless your customers paid to see you do it naked. Don’t excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Wait till your back in Free Chat. Do not turn on the TV unless it’s porn. Porn is always good for background noise. If you’re doing a foot fetish show, CLEAN YOUR FEET. Ick. If your feet look like you’ve been walking around a truck stop barefoot while turning tricks is a complete turn off. It didn’t work for Britney Spears, it will NOT work for you.

Last but not least, and this is specifically for the girls who break the rules while in FREE CHAT. You may want to have someone read the Terms & Policy to you. We don’t expect you to be a scholar, so, take all the time you need reading the rules. Sound out the words & if you come across a big word you don’t understand, GOOGLE IT. But just to summarize, DO NOT show your tits, ass or pussy while in FREE CHAT! The key word here is FREE. You are giving people a tour of Trafalgar Square for FREE. You are NOT making any money in FREE CHAT. A milkshake will bring any boy to the yard. Especially a free milkshake. Don’t be that asshole. If you’re good at something, never do it for free.

Happy Camming!

-Scarlett Fay-