There's yet another internet phenomenon called IRC,
short for Internet Relay Chat, that's been around
for a few years.
IRC needs a computer to be a server and some clients
who talk to each other via the server.
The server computer hosts some server software that
is (or should be) called a reflector.
People get IRC client software for their own
computers and presto: everybody can chat with
anybody through whichever reflector they're
connected, typing messages back and forth in
Then, along comes CU-See-Me, (software that lets
people attach a camera to their computers), and
presto again: internet video, letting people send
live videos back and forth in real time.
Faster than you can say "big bang", we've got
internet flashers. Guys (mostly) sitting in front
of their cameras in their bathrobes, waiting for
DC (Direct Connect) with others.
Disgusting, you say? Well, a lot of people love it,
most prominently single men (HNG), of course, but
there are plenty of women and couples, too. Hey, it's
a big world.
Naturally, there's a lot of non-sexual stuff, but
the issue of sex is hilarious, as HBs have found
out, especially in taking down the pants of the
overly self-centered and pointing and laughing,
So each "reflector" (computer hosting an interchange
between a dozen or so) takes on a mediating quality:
do you exceed the socialization threshold to send
videos back and forth to others? A reflector
specializing in sexual interchange is particularly
targeted by single men. Naturally, there's a huge
number of this group that ruins things for the
rest of us, giving the entire group a bad name.
The operator of a sexually-oriented reflector has
work to do (there's a hierarchy: couples, single
women with cameras, single men with cameras, moss
and lichen, pond scum, inanimate objects and minerals,
then single men without cameras -- gee, a single
man without a camera wants to get transmissions from
a woman online with a camera, hmmm).
One man, motivated to reduce the spam factor, set
himself up, complete with "babe" photo, with a
woman's identity, "hotgirl." You'd think that a
moniker like that would be an obvious tip-off,
but noooooo, there are some people
that steadfastly refuse to use even the most
basic principles of common sense.
"Hotgirl" was careful not to solicit (entrap): He just
logged on and waited for others' approaches,
which came in droves.
He recorded the come-ons of those whose interests
were, let's say "primal and unconsidered", and has
posted them on the pages listed below.
It's great reading! He's recorded the overtures
along with his "in character" responses (a good
HB, he) and best of all: his private thoughts,
exactly what you'd expect of an intelligent
woman walking through a construction zone.
Hysterical in places, great laughs in general,
I loved it!
Check out the accounts of his exploits - something that
may warm the chilly heart-cavities of Heartless Bitches
The HotGirl Site