Candy

By Torrance Sené

Camming is her little secret…
Between the small town she can’t escape and the life she wishes to live, Candace has found an outlet in the digital world. In front of the camera, Candy can escape the pressures of her family’s bakery and play at life on her own terms. Freedom has never been so sweet.

He just wants someone to take control…

Miles’s life has become increasingly chaotic. Returning to the hometown he hasn’t seen in over a decade, he’s caught between family angst, anxiety, and work stress. Soon his online playtime isn’t enough. He longs to let go and find someone to hold onto.

When their lives collide offline, can these former classmates take a second chance and find balance together in their seemingly diverging paths?

Candy is a standalone erotic romance featuring femdom, baked goods, and kinky scenes. First in a new series!   

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bryant Street Publishing
• Release date: Sep 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781094447827

Torrance Sené

Torrance Sené, a demisexual bisexual, resides in the southeast US and often dreams of living on the beach. When not writing, she can usually be found feeding her addictions to tea, planners, K-pop, and books. She also writes under the pen name Cassie Donoghue. You can find her work online and in anthologies published by Cleis Press, HarperCollins UK, and more.

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Chapter 1

Candace

Y ou like that? You like it when I shake my big titties, don’t ya? Candy giggled and licked her lips, tasting cherry lip gloss on her tongue. There was something so compelling and sexy about having throngs of fans sucked into the screen, offering her their time and money.

The computer dinged yet again, alerting her to a new transaction. Who doesn’t love getting paid for something they actually enjoy doing?

Thank you so much! Smiling wide, she grabbed a cup of her bra. After all, she’d made them a deal. Slowly and seductively, she brought it down enough to show a hardened nipple. Teasing. Ah, it was so much fun.

From the safety of her own bedroom, she felt like the most powerful woman in the world. No one in her life had any idea about how she made extra on the side. And they never would. None of them ran in the BBW section of the Internet. At least, she prayed they didn’t. Based on how she’d grown up and experienced life, no one she knew was that interested in a girl like her. They could all keep believing that she was a simple girl who managed her parents’ bakery in the town square.

The chat blew up with comments once she showed some skin. Again, she giggled, moving her hand to pick up the sucker resting on her desk. This was her thing. Her trademark. Candy, the cute and seductive plus size babe who played coy and sucked on a lollipop like some blushing Lolita.

You guys are seriously the best. She sighed contentedly. But it’s ten, so I need to get in bed. She pouted. I’ll be back on Sunday for another show!

Giving a little wave, she shook her tits once more and ended the cam show.

She closed the laptop, feeling elated, and pulled off the vibrant green wig that obscured her real hair from the online world. Being someone else had such a draw to it. She quickly brushed the hairpiece and placed it neatly back on the wig stand that housed it. Standing, she stretched and yawned. She opened the bedroom door, and her cat traipsed its way through her legs.

Hey, little one. She stroked the cat’s fur. Thank you for being so patient and quiet. Grabbing a jar off the shelf, she worked out a few tiny treats for Benny. Who’s Mama’s precious boy? she cooed and scratched the underside of his chin.

Time to return to regular old Candace, though. With her wig off, she now stood and removed the sexy getup she’d worn for her fans. Tonight’s attire had been a too-small-for-her nurse’s costume. Clichéd, but it made the audience happy. Sunday would bring another wig and another outfit. She loved spending time thinking about what persona she’d give them next. That was one of the perks of being a cam girl—getting to be someone else. Controlling who that someone else was. No director or producer to listen to. It was her decision.

She yawned once more and tossed the outfit in her hamper. She had to be up at dawn tomorrow to get the bakery in order for weekly deliveries. A shower to wash off the movie foundation that hid her tattoos, some valerian tea, and cozying up in her blankets to mindlessly scroll through social media on her phone was all she wanted to do now that the side hustle was over for the day.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she admired her reflection. Smooth porcelain skin. Powerful thighs, wide hips, and a plump ass. Soft arms covered strong muscles. She slid her hands over a belly that wasn’t afraid of being soft as well. Her mouth quirked. One thing she enjoyed most about aging was learning to love the body she was in—and love it she did. Her cam shows were a celebration of herself. All of herself.

Candace was sexy, and she knew it.

Grabbing her robe and a pair of panties, she drifted off, daydreaming about how good the new showerhead she’d recently bought was going to feel. Then her phone sounded. A new message on the FansFirst app. Curiosity got the best of her, and she tossed her things down to see who it was. Would it be him?

Hey Candy. Great show tonight. Can’t wait until Sunday.

A smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth. Gamer228 was one of her regulars, and while she definitely had no illusions that any of these guys (and perhaps gals—she was proudly bisexual, after all) saw her as nothing more than a living fantasy, she did often find his messages to be sweet and endearing. It was lovely when guys were nice enough to chat with in addition to them giving her money. She plopped on her bed and finished reading his message.

Would you have time for a custom this week?

He was always so considerate of her time. What a good boy. It’s why she prioritized him, even if she’d never admit it to him. Make an online guy think he’s special, and it immediately goes straight to his head. She knew that all too well.

She shot him back a message. Sure. Whatcha got for me this time?

He responded immediately. Oh, she liked an eager one. She licked her lips.

Surprise me ;) I’d watch you do anything.

She chewed the inside of her cheek. Part of her wanted to sit there and talk to him, but she really needed to keep up her work-life boundaries. This, while immensely fun and rewarding, was also a business. It was good to have a quitting time and to stick to it.

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Caramel macchiato, please. The sun had barely begun to peak over the horizon as she stood at the counter of Village Coffeehouse the next morning. Early riser, that was Candace. It was a habit she’d picked up long ago, having to open the bakery most days, even in high school. Now, at age thirty-two, it was firmly part of her routine.

Luis poked his caramel-blond head from behind the espresso machine, his heavy brows raised. Oh, are we going outside the norm today? What’s the occasion? He grabbed a disposable cup and began making her order. You’re usually unwavering about that white mocha.

I’m feeling frisky this morning. Candace shrugged. You know what, add a strawberry smoothie to the order while you’re at it.

Okay. He narrowed his deep brown eyes at her, as if he was deciphering a secret code, before going back to his work. What’s his, her, or their name?

She shared a happy glance with some of the patrons as the whir of the machines silenced their conversation for a moment. Luis was always looking for the latest chatter. In a town where nothing exciting ever happened, gossip was often the highlight.

She furrowed her brow and shifted her weight to one side. Once the noise had quieted down, she asked, What are you on about, Luis? You think I met someone? In this town? She scoffed. No. Everyone decent had escaped when college came calling. The dating pool of those remaining in their small Kansas town was bare bones.

Then what has you in such a mood? He paused for a moment then wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh… Did you get a little?"

Candace mused for a moment. I guess you could say that. She winked and grabbed her iced coffee and smoothie, slipping a cardboard protector around both cups. Why elaborate? Let him wonder. It would give him something exciting to think about that morning.

She pushed open the cafe door with her hip and headed down the sidewalk toward the bakery. It was small and quaint, having been in the family since the early 80s, but the town adored it. Especially since Candace had brought it into the 21st century with home deliveries and online ordering. That had been a struggle. Her parents had wanted to keep things old fashioned, but now they were firmly on board.

Her best friend’s warm face welcomed her once she unlocked the front door and made sure the sign was still flipped to CLOSED. It smelled amazing inside—always did. Warm fresh bread and hints of sweets like caramel, chocolate, and cream cheese filling. Better than any candle on the market. Her shoulders sagged a little. Instant calm washed over her. She hadn’t even realized she was tense.

Hey girl, Jada greeted, her tiny head barely visible over the large glass display counter she was beginning to fill with croissants, danishes, and various other pastries.

Got you a smoothie. Candace held it up and then slid it across the tall counter.

Yay, thank you. Her dark brown face beamed, rich sepia eyes shining. I totally left the house this morning without grabbing anything to eat. She twirled the straw around in the fruity mix. Her embellished braids, usually laying below her shoulders, were pulled back in a bun against her nape. Deep berry lipstick graced pouty lips. She was effortlessly gorgeous as usual.

You do realize we work at a bakery, right? Candace playfully rolled her eyes. Just grab something. When have we ever had to pay?

Yeah, if I do that, I won’t be able to stop, and you’ll have to fire me for devouring the merchandise. Look at these. She set the drink down and showed a tray of flaky, buttery croissants the overnight shift had made.

Candace’s mouth watered, and her stomach growled. She, too, needed something to eat. Jesus, those look good. She snatched one and then shoved another toward her friend. Girl, eat.

Okay, fine. Jada sighed in defeat.

Candance chuckled, tucking her purse under the counter and grabbing a black apron. She tied it as the pastry sat captive between her teeth. How was the concert last night? she asked, after she went back to her breakfast.

The croissant melted on her tongue. Third shift consisted of Jada’s hires, and they could bake with the best of them. It was why Candace trusted her so much to get things ready early in the morning. Now that the bakery was more up-to-date, her parents were sticklers about systematizing the process of operations to run efficiently and would only ever hire people they considered family. But Jada being her best friend didn’t hurt either.

Oh my God, Can. Jada lit up again. I swear I made eye contact with Jimmy Rose so many times. It was love at first sight. The way he stroked his guitar… If only it’d been me. Gazing off, she paused, no doubt daydreaming. I wish you could’ve been there. They played all of your favorite songs.

Candance grinned. I’m so happy for you. You’ll invite me to the wedding, right?

"Maid of Freaking Honor. She held out her hand for Candace to shake, marking the promise as legit. How was your night? Did everyone behave themselves?"

Jada was the only soul on the planet who knew what Candace got up to in her free time. She could tell her anything. They’d only been acquaintances in high school, barely running in the same crowds with Jada being a musician and Candace into Home Ec like you could get a degree in it. But as adults and coworkers, they’d grown close and had been inseparable since attending university together almost a decade ago.

Yep. It was fun, and I have another custom request from Gamer228.

Jada lifted an eyebrow. And you talk about me inviting you to my wedding. She shook her head. That boy is in love with you. One day you’ll see it.

Candace scrunched up her nose. "No. He’s in lust with me. Not the same thing."

Are you implying my feelings for Jimmy Rose are not real? Jada held a hand to her chest. I’m offended. We don’t need love. She stared off dreamily. We have music and art and poetry. And hot, tantric-level sex on floor cushions in a boho-styled yurt.

Candace rolled her eyes. Go open the store, Mrs. Rose. We have a few people waiting.

Jada slurped on her smoothie real quick, then headed toward the entrance, flipping the sign and unlocking the doors. Hey guys, good morning.

A throng of morning regulars filed in. Some bubbly, and some looking like caffeine was the only thing keeping their minds functioning. Whitestone was a university town, so many had backpacks and books in their hands. Others had smartphones. A couple of the older folks had newspapers. All looked hungry.

Hi, Mr. Zielinski, greeted Candace. Same as usual?

He nodded, a cup of coffee from the shop down the street in his hand. Candace always enjoyed that about her town. It never felt like there was a lot of competition between businesses. Everyone supported one another. Because there was a coffee shop down the street, O’Brien’s never offered it themselves. It was more of a community that way, with everyone looking out for each other.

She fetched two cream cheese danishes from the display and wrapped them in brown paper. She tucked in

Reviews for Candy

[Yasmin Abner · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I found this to refreshing and also made think I’ve might be into some other kinks lol. I hope to have more books like this