Page 52 of Game Over

She pouted, full lower lip pressing outward with her exaggerated sigh. “Fine, fine… A bet is a bet. Just don’t go too hard on me? Yeah? I did try….”

Glitched_Attraction69: no promises, sharpshooter.

“Okay, okay. I’m clearing the lobby, one more chance to get in here and get your ass kicked before we head to Afterdark.”

Her signature cheering black cat emoji was all over the chat, a perfect match for the sleeping bundle of floof sleeping on her desk under the watchful eye of the cat cam.

“Let’s pull out one more win, maybe if we do a good job Glitchy will take pity on my sorry ass?”

Glitched_Attraction69: unlikely.

I draggedout the last match as long as I possibly could, but it didn’t really matter. There were only three things in life that were absolutely sure: death, taxes and that Glitch would want to collect on his payments.

Usually, I didn’t mind so much, but I couldn’t help but feel a little anxious as I closed out my Streamverse channel to prepare to go live on SLCK’d.

Most of the time when it came to the spicy side of my career, even if I was pretending to be a sniveling crying mess desperately in need of alpha cock, I was in full control of my situation.

Everything was my choice. My call.

How far I’d go. What I’d do. Even how long I streamed for.

But that was all out of the window now. Glitch was pretty clear, lose the bet, and he was in control for the rest of the night. I was his.

A toy.

A plaything.

Excitement bloomed in my belly at the idea. Some faceless rich dickhead watching me get off was all kinds of hot to begin with. Add in the fact that he was about to have total and complete control over my every action… fuck.

I pressed my thighs together in a bid for friction.

Maybe I’d have to do less acting than usual tonight.

I went through my normal routine of starting the timer, choosing an outfit, and changing the lights. Tonight I also made time to have a ham and cheese sandwich, knowing I’d probably need the protein.

Soon I was back at my desk with the countdown on its last minute. I’d gone for green microshorts that may as well have been underwear and a white tank top that was all but see through.

I shifted in my chair as I started stream, a little stiffer than I'd usually be… but not with fear as much as… god, I hated to admit it, excitement. There was just something about Glitch. About the way he spoke to me. Spokeaboutme. I just knew that I’d be safe with him.

Even if his goal for the night was to make me shatter entirely.

I ran my fingers through my hair, fluffing up my loose curls in the camera as the viewer count went up. Messages flooded in, but I was waiting, anxiously, for one specific chatter.

Though it seemed like he was dedicated to building my suspense.

NightFox69: aww tara you were so close

Dirtypillowfort: Excited to see what Glitch has in store for you

Senpainoticedme: I’m sure it’s nothing good… for her

More and more the number went up, the minutes ticking by as I tried to hold conversation like I wasn’t waiting for my whale to embarrass the hell out of me… or punish me….or… maybe reward me in front of everyone who’d gathered to watch. Until finally, the little faceless grey icon and name: glitchedattraction69, appeared.

Glitched_Attraction69: Do you have that dono fuckmachine around, princess?

“Um, yeah…” I said, nearly needing to squeeze my thighs together with anticipation.

So that’s what this is. He was going to fuck me.

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