Page 4 of Game Over

He couldn’t care less what I did for work, as long as I enjoyed it.

Inky—my pudgy black cat named after the Pac-Man ghost—meowed loudly, rubbing against my legs and I scooped her up, kissing noisily over her face. “You gotta go, cutie.”

Jesse laughed. “Pervy cat always trying to watch.”

I hopped up, setting Inky down in the hall and tossing one of her bell-filled ball toys along to my living room, sending her off running so I could shut the door.

“She gets lonely, you could come chill with her?”

“Oof, and listen to you come without being able to help?” Jesse’s candy wrapper crackled through the phone. “No-go, sweetie pie. Have a good stream and I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, love you.”

“I love you, make them work for it!”

We hung up and I checked my timer. Two more minutes.

I rushed through the rest of my pre-stream routine, chugging half of my giant purple straw cup—water only, obviously—and setting it onto my meticulously decorated desk.

My room was as much a set as it was a curation of things I liked. Carefully selected collectibles from my favorite games or shows, and a beautiful, sleek monitor that was as big as two sitting atop my desk.

I’d selected my bed for stream as much as to be practical, a circular mattress with a mess of light, lemony Jesse-scented pillows to nest in whenever I felt the draw. Before I’d been with them, I thought betas didn’t have a scent, but god was I happy to be wrong about that. Soft, glittering fairy lights hung amongst heavy, light, and sound-blocking curtains that could be drawn around my little nest, giving me somewhere to go as my heat drew closer.

Usually, I spent my heats in Omega’s Lust—the heat hotel downtown, so I hadn’t really bothered with finding a place that would accommodate a proper nest, my makeshift method good enough for scratching the itch when I had it.

I flopped facedown into bed, huffing the soft, almost pie-like scent of my beta like it was drugs. Could’ve been, with how addicting I found him.

The ten-second warning played and I got up to turn my monitor and camera towards the bed, opening my laptop so I’d be able to watch chat while I laid back.

Situating myself in a way that made my curves look the most inviting, I used my wireless mouse against my thigh to click my camera on.

“Hiiiii!” I said excitedly, waving to the camera as the chats began to come in. “What’re we thinking about my outfit?”

Glitched_Attraction69: perfection.

GamerDarlingXXX: So hot baby

Fvckyouhardd__: Damn my cocks hard af already

bigcock.91: Tits out plz?

I giggled, letting my hand trail up my stomach.

It was all part of the show. I wasn’t very good at being a submissive little omega in real life… but it was the kind of personality that really drew an audience, the fantasy of a helpless omega slut that wanted nothing more than to be stuffed and fucked and doted on—so a little acting was required.

I knew that all those years trying out for the school play only to end up in the kick line weren’t wasted!

I teased the hem of the cropped tank further up my chest, revealing the barest bit of underboob before letting it fall back down with a little laugh.

Glitched_Attraction69: you look even prettier than usual… heat coming?

“I think so,” I said with a little pout in my voice that was entirely real. I’d never been able to chase the high of having my heat with the alpha that’d taken my virginity last year. The others at Omega’s Lust just… didn’t compare. “Maybe a week off?”

Talkdirty2me: how's the new car?

I twirled a bit of my hair between my fingers as I lounged back against the pillows.

It wasn’t just about the acting I did while fucking myself, it was about this too. Making them think I was a bit helpless, a bit ditzy. Someone who needed to be taken care of. As I did however, I also brought my legs up and spread my thighs just abit, not giving it all away right now, but offering the little tease I knew would have them staying for more.

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