Page 20 of Anti-Player

Chapter Six

Mikel

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I don't have time fora second project.

There are only so many hours in a day and I strain myself with what exists as is. However, I can't control myself. That's how I am—once an idea enters my brain, it remains until completion.

Over the next three days I collect research. When I'm not scanning the internet and compiling a personal list, doing diligence to make sure my idea don't veer off course, I'm also doing another kind of recon.

I watch all of Fawn's videos.

Gathering information is normally a power drain. But this? This infuses me with energy. Between reading articles and scribbling notes, I pull up her channel and watch her perform for the faceless millions.

I didn't realize how big her channel is. This VR stuff, influencer, whatever? It's another world. Her views are off the charts, her subscribers growing by the minute every time she goes online.

Digging into her profile I see her first video was made just about a year ago. My strength is number crunching; I quickly map out a chart, marveling at how the beautiful, fire-tongued girl who lives in a studio apartment with no proper chairs or table has crawled from zero audience to minor fame.

It makes my head spin. Especially because there are so many others doing, or trying to do, what Paige is. The longer I browse her videos the more VR girls I see. Paige has collaborated with a few, but none as consistently as someone named Cookie Crumbs.

This is the friend she mentioned. I lean back into the softness of my couch in my condo's living room. Taking a sip from the bottle of oatmeal-stout flavored beer—my favorite thing to wind down with—I research the dark-eyed VR streamer.

Cookie Crumbs has been active much longer than Fawn of the Dead. If the dates are correct on Twitch and TikTok, she began her VR career around three years back. With much more experience and networking than my lovely Paige, Cookie Crumbs is obviously a top dog of the industry.

But what interests me is the speed of their climbs. Cookie took years to get over two million subscribers. In half that time Fawn is about to surge past her. If my math is right, at her current rate, Fawn of the Dead will shoot into the three mills in a few weeks. Hell, she'll probably hit eight million before six months pass.

She mentioned that Cookie had a better set up than her, I remember. It's relatively impossible to tell what the other streamer is doing behind the scenes. If I hadn't seen Paige in her green bodysuit, I wouldn't have known how they function at all.

The memory of her standing naked in her bedroom near me sends flames erupting through my muscles. I tense up, shut my eyes, groaning at the delicious memory. I didn't plan any of what had happened between us. I don't regret it, though. Not even a little bit.

Thinking about how good her silky thighs felt as I licked her sweet pussy makes me crush the tops of my legs as I slide deeper into my couch. Her full curves are a delight. I imagine splaying her out on a beach towel, rubbing her cushioned skin all over, spreading her perfectly thick ass and gorging on her until I'm stuffed, then going back for more.

Taking a deep pull from my beer, I place it down on my round glass coffee table. The view from my main window is of the ocean. The sky is cloudy gray, waves carrying eager surfers from around the world.

Normally the view helps me clear my head. It's why I picked this place to live in. But now, it does nothing for me. I'm a man with multiple obsessions warring in my skull and one of them is conquering the others.

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