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Ino app part 3
Things got busy in her life and she forgot about her webcam escapades for a little while. She moved out of her parents house but not too far, into a tiny apartment that she could afford on her small earnings from the flower shop. Went through a few more boyfriends. Tried finding a second job but couldn't juggle two jobs and her school, but wanted more cash. It was then that she again foraged into the webcam world, getting one of her school friends to set her up her own site. She was very business-minded to begin with, so she built her concept around wanting to stream live, 24/7. At first she knew it wasn't possible -- she needed an audience, a fan base -- and so she set up an Amazon wishlist, a chat, and her feeds. She told all of her Yahoo! Live "friends" about her site and started taking requests for videos. The things purchased from her Amazon wishlist by her clients, she always unwrapped via webcam so they could watch her get her present. Her friend set her up with ads on her site, and so she started getting extra revenue in addition to getting fun stuff from Amazon.

Ino wasn't stupid, she knew that doing things every other camwhore did wouldn't keep her customers coming back. Sure she had some die-hard fans, and she appreciated it, but she needed to reach a wider audience. She somehow coerced the guy she was dating at the time to allow her to stream their bedroom antics over her cam, and although he admitted later it was kind of creepy, her viewers ate it up. Her requests got odder, but not always gross -- they wanted to see her cleaning, making lunch, brushing her teeth. She upgraded to a fancy laptop with a built-in camera so she could more easily move around the apartment with it, rigged other cameras in her bedroom, bathroom and kitchen, set up a donation link on her site instead of outright charging (which actually earned her revenue faster by some act of god) and launched her 24/7 feed. She intended to spend as much time in her apartment as possible, although she left for work and for social things, and enrolled only in online classes to keep close to her laptop. That specific computer did not ever leave her apartment, because she had no desire for it to get stolen or lost with the content saved on it. She'd open her mail in front of the camera, show off her cat Daisy to her viewers, talked to them about her day... she felt more of a connection with some of her more dedicated fans than she did to some of her real friends. It was clear that she put her all into her site, and it was so much more real than most other girls. She has a serious internet presence: MySpace, Facebook, Livejournal/Blogs, YouTube (where she still uploads her work-safe videos and posts videos talking to her fans), twitter... if it's a social networking site, she's there, and she's addicted. Her iPhone is never too far from her, and she's a slave to both it and the internet in general after sequestering herself away for her site.

In fact, she even spent a short stint on World of Warcraft after a few of her clients purchased her the game and a few months of playtime. They also did all of the work for her, gave her oodles of gold and awesome armor and weapons... and on top of that, paid to have a feed of her playing the game. With clothes on. That earned her a whole new audience.

Between generic shows you could find on any camwhore's site, the generic (clothed or not) duties around her apartment and the occasional boy she brought home for webcam antics (they always stared at her oddly when she presented a release form for them to sign), she also tackled a smattering of fetish requests but nothing that creeped her out. Feet? Okay. Silly costumes? Great! Diapers? No, sir. No no no. Yes, she did it for the money, but she also loved her fans and her viewers (most of them, anyway) and genuinely wanted to make them happy when she could... because the happier they were, the more they told her how hot/sexy/beautiful/wonderful/fuckable she was and the more prone they were to spending money on her. Constant praise from boys? Plus money? Why was this considered taboo in most of America, again?