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The game ended as my health bar was nearing zero, theVICTORY!!!banner zipping across the screen before they began playing through the highlights, including my team-leveling ult—and Jesse’s quick move in on the target to score us the match point.

“You did so good, Tara,” Jesse praised, “you’re really getting better.”

Though it was silly—it was just a video game, and one that wasn’t even that competitive anymore—knowing I always had the full support of my partner was nice. More than nice. It was better than anything I could’ve asked for.

Knowing that Jesse and I just had each other? It was a big part of what made it so easy to click with him. We were always on the same team.

“God this game is so bugged,” Eva muttered irritably, slamming her mouse down hard enough on her desk that I heard it filter in through her mic. “Can we play Murdered by Midnight now?”

I checked the clock, it sounded like fun if I had enough—fuck.

“Sorry, E! I gotta go. I’ll be sure to raid you!” I said, muting our comms to speak directly to my audience. “Afterdark starts in fifteen minutes! Can’t wait to show you the new outfit I got, it’s too hot for Streamverse TOS, I can tell you that much.”

Senpainoticedme: can’t wait!!

NightFox69: b00bz

Glitched_Attraction69: see you soon.

Dirtypillowfort: use the donomachine again

I flipped between screens, clicking over to my mirrored broadcasting software to begin the “starting soon” countdown on my SLCK’d page.

Out of the two platforms, I think I actually preferred SLCK’d. There was less pressure to perform—sort of an insane thing to think when the audience was literally there to watch me fuck myself while I pretended to be submissive, but even so, it just felt more… intimate? More like it was just me and my superfans and less about the general public.

And one fan in particular.

Like I’d summoned him by thought alone, a chat icon popped up on my screen, letting me know I had a new DM.

Glitched_Attraction69: you played like shit today, babygirl.

Tarable: shut up meanie! :(

The nickname had always stroked something in me, calling to mind memories of a stay in a Heat Hotel a year before with an alpha that’d pounded my pussy so hard I’d had to sit on ice for a couple days after I’d checked out.

Not that he’d ever bothered to fucking call.

Annoying, but not unusual. A heat hotel wasn’t a fucking dating app, the alphas that went into those places wanted one thing and one thing only—a compliant omega so heatblind that they’d suck the color out of a dildo if you told them you’d fuck them with it after.

Besides, it worked out in my favor in the end anyway.

Who needed some alpha dickhead who couldn’t see what was right in front of him when I had Jesse?

I waved and blew kisses to stream as I said my goodbyes and cut the feed, taking the little break for what it was and getting up to stretch before rucking off my shirt.

Streamverse had strict guidelines on clothing—anything too revealing or provocative was an immediate no-go, meaning it was heaps of too-tight crop tops and little skirts or shorts for me.

Just barely within the rules, but come on? A girl needed to make a living. And who cared if the guys watching my stream were only doing it because I was hot? I had bills to pay, and money was money whether or not the dude was horny when he gave it to me.

At the end of the day, I streamed over there—mostly—to funnel back into my spicy ‘Afterdark’ streams. That’s where the real money was anyway.

And right now? I sorta needed the money.

Jesse floated moving in together last Friday between plates of salmon sashimi. We didn’t have an official date or anything, but now that the conversation started… I wanted to get there as soon as possible.

But, considering we both lived in one-bedroom apartments, it wasn’t as simple as one of us just boxing up our stuff to move into the other’s place. We both needed stream rooms, and I felt at least a little weird begging for alpha cock in the same bed that I was going to cuddle Jesse in later.

Work-life balance or whatever.

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