Page 19 of Game Over

“She’s, uh—” The memory of Tara begging to be fucked through a glory hole, her slick dripping to practically pool on the floor from being so wet after giving me the single most mind-bending blow job of my life surfaced and I had to shift on my stool, begging my traitorous cock not to rise. “Not?”

My cock didn’t listen. I leaned forward, resting my elbow on the table to lean my chin into my palm, hoping that hunching would be enough to hide the obvious swelling against my zipper.

“No, not at all,” Jesse said, fiddling with his glass. “She’s super dominant, and I’m not sure how comfortable I am with fucking like… a character I guess?”

“It’s sort of like any job then, isn’t it?” I asked, clearing my throat. “Like you’d just clock in and out.”

“Yeah, I guess… But I don’t know. I’m not sure I want sex with my girlfriend to be… transactional like that?”

“Makes sense,” I said thoughtfully, though it was purely selfish motivation that urged on my next words. “I think I’d give it a go anyway. See if I was into it. Might discover something about yourself.”

And fulfill every fantasy I’d spent the last year jerking off to, but it wasn’t like I could saythat.

He hummed. “Yeah, maybe I’ll think about it more. I guess I’m kind of worried about the sponsorship side, you know how brands are with being ad-friendly.”

“Fuck ‘em, you deserve to live the life you want without having to worry about what a company's tolerance for sex workers is.”

“Yeah… But it is my career too I guess…”

“You don’t have to decide today, right?”

He shook his head. “Nah, and I think… I mean I think I do want to try it, I just need to think about all the factors.”

I nodded. “Yeah, but it's the internet—scandals aren’t forever.”

Jesse laughed. “Isn’t that the truth?”

“Soooo,” I drew the word out, my eagerness getting the better of me. “When can I meet her?”

The beta nudged my arm playfully, making my elbow slip and I had to catch myself. “You just want to fuck her, don’t you? Big old ass alpha pervert.”

I rolled my eyes, my laugh coming out a little too forced. “As if. She’s important to you, so she’s important to me. Besides…” I smirked, wagging my eyebrows. “I watch all your streams, probably should watch you get topped too.”

“You are so fucking gross, dude,” Jesse laughed, though, for a moment… it was like he couldn’t quite meet my eye.

Maybe I imagined it.

“Just let me know when and I’ll be there.”

Jesse cleared his throat, steepling his fingers. “So, about this single thing… Tara has this friend, Eva—and before you say no, she’s a gamer too?—”

Ohgod.

I dabbedon what had to be about my thirtieth layer of lip gloss in the passenger’s seat’s flip-down mirror, rubbing my lips together nervously as I looked between my somewhat overly sticky lips to my carefully applied eyeliner and back.

I wasn’t usually nervous when it came to meeting new people… not really. I mean, when you considered that for the most part, I spent my days undressing for about half a dozen cameras to fuck myself in front of an audience that was mostly made up of strangers—and to my absolute horror, a few guys I went to high school with—it made it difficult to be particularly.

But that was the thing, Charlie wasn’t a stranger.

At least not to Jesse.

I’d heard my boyfriend talk about his best friend since the beginning, so many times that I’d likely be able to recite the entire situation from memory—hand gestures and cute, overly excited vocal inflections and all.

It was cute, their closeness reminded me a lot of me and Eva. She was my rock, and even now was texting a string of reassurances that lit my phone up in my lap every few seconds.

Eva_Aft3r: You’re going to crush it!

Eva_Aft3r: No alpha on the planet has ever met you and not liked you!

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