Page 19 of Anti-Player

"That's so filthy," I gasp, my walls hugging with a new blaze of arousal.

"I know. That's why I want it. Do it, Paige, be my sweet, filthy girl."

I'm drunk on lust; I don't fight it when the words rush from my lips. "Come for me, please, I need you to come!"

"Fuck, yes," he answers, spine arching, abs bracing. "Good fucking girl! Fuck!" His warmth explodes inside the condom, the bursts so violent they threaten to break the rubber. Pink light wanders into my vision. He reaches down, wipes the corner of my sensitive lips, revealing I'm drooling. That sends me spiraling; my calves cramp as I orgasm a second time. His dirty compliments are feeding a part of my brain-stem that I don't want to investigate. Coming from his praise... it should feel wronger than it does.

Together we pant like we finished a sprint. His arms bend, unlocking, weight settling on top of me. Putting my hands to his jaw, I pull him to my lips, kissing tenderly as old lovers, not like the strangers we truly are.

After a few minutes he gasps, sliding free of me so he can clean up. I watch him toss the condom, then sit on the edge of my bed. He glances at me over his shoulder with tenderness. I want to kiss him again... I want round two. I just want more and I don't care if that's greedy. He can call me his good, filthy girl all he likes if that's his kink. It might be my new kink, actually, because I'm hoping he will.

“Oh no!” I gasp, bolting off the bed. Mikel watches in confusion as I struggle back into my panties, then abandon them because they're far too wet to put on. “I forgot about my stream! Crap crap crap!” Fumbling around naked, I retrieve clean underwear from my dresser, balancing on one foot. “I have to get ready. Everyone is going to be so mad, ugh!”

Mikel covers his mouth, but it isn't enough to hide his smile. “Sorry,” he says before I can ask him what's so funny, “I don't mean to laugh. You just look so frazzled. What can I do to help?”

“Thanks, but it's a one person kind of job.” Stepping over my crumpled dress, I give him a quick kiss where he sits on my bed. “I hate to kick you out, but, well...”

“I get it. It's fine,” he assures me. Before I lean away he curls his hand behind my head, drawing me to him for one more tummy-fluttering kiss. “I'll get my clothes on and get out of your way.”

I allow myself a minute to ogle his gorgeous sexy body when he stands. Then, to keep myself from losing composure and being even more late for my stream, I look away. “Where is my... ah!” I say, snatching the green bodysuit from where I draped it over a pile of clean clothes I'd yet to pack in my dresser. I have it pulled to my throat before I notice Mikel, who's almost done buttoning his trousers, is studying me with curious eyes. He asks, “That's how you do it? The Virtual reality animation?”

“Yeah.” Tapping my stomach, I flex my arms like a bodybuilder. “The tiny white dots all over me get motion tracked on my camera.”

“Incredible,” he admits.

I smile proudly as my heart does a jig. Okay, yeah, getting off on being praised isn't so strange in hindsight. “Thanks, but it's not nearly as good as some of the other VR tech suits. Cookie Crumbs, for example, has a model that can track even the most subtle finger motions. Meanwhile, if I move too quick, the camera loses me and my character just glitches out. It's creepy at best, humiliating at worse.”

He scratches his temple, considering something. But I don't have time to make sense of his brilliant—if baffling—mind. I brush by him at full speed, dropping into my computer chair. “Okay, really, I have to begin this.”

“Right, yes, I'll head out.” Mikel does two things—collects the Secret Reader, then looks me over from top to toe one final time. “Talk soon?” he asks.

“Definitely,” I say, biting my bottom lip.

Mikel exits quietly, I turn on my camera, and I do my best to switch into Fawn of the Dead mode to entertain my anxiously waiting chatroom of fans. My cartoon avatar waves, beams, sends stars all over the screen.

There are two million people eager to spend time with me.

The one person I want to spend time with just left.

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