A common plight of viewer tv personality relationships that you watch them so much you think you know them, you know their schedule, their hobbies, entertainment, favorite things. Almost like a friend. But they weren’t. From behind the screen it was impossible to know what they’re truly like, it couldn’t even be called a relationship.
She was going to break that.
Backstage hallway, throbs of anticipation beat at her chest as she took each step, reaching the door. Posters were aligned across the wall of the venue, some bland in colours others popping out at you. Packages, tables, wrapped boxes, and the occasional staff member was there.
What could he want? If he wanted a beautiful girl, he knew models, celebrities, and they’re were prettier girls than her.
She pondered it, still excited to hang out with one of her favorite actors.
The door opening she was face to face with the star.
“It’s good to see you Mia.”
“I-it’s great to meet you Henry Vice.”
Sat down in the room he closed the door behind him. Designed like a studio apartment, it wasn’t particularly large, but seemed to double as a makeup room.
“You can skip the formalities, and just call me Henry. It’s strange to be called with your last name.”
“Can’t relate… so why’d someone of your status call me here.”
“Does the channel ‘Mia Studies’, on YouTube, sound familiar to you.”
Eyes averted from his prodding gaze, he seemed to be enjoying himself. “It’s not something I’m aware of, maybe you got another Mia.”
——
“Hey guys, it’s Mia back with another stream today! This time we’re playing Dark Souls III!” A video played on the laptop of that small studio room. It was an enthusiastic voice brimmed with confidence. It was her channel she started at sixteen and kept in active for two years.
“I didn’t think someone could be more enthusiastic.” He teased her.
A couple inches between them he kept the video playing. She couldn’t deny it, even when she never showed above her shoulders to the camera, the hair, and hair was undeniable. The most glaring similarity was the crescent-shaped mole on the inner side of her breast. “I could say the same thing to you.”
She felt her face it was red hot in embarrassment. Bury me, put me six feet under so I can never see the light again!
“That’s just a character for the audience. I live a lot closer to the ground than most.”
After spending an hour, what seemed like a couple of seconds that rough sculpture she had of him was refined. The easily excitable fool she thought he was, was replaced by a wine sipping, cross legged analyst. Someone more skilled at clickbait then herself.
“So you found out whoopee, want a prize or something.”
“I think this expression is just fine,” he laughed.
Pouring himself another glass of wine, she was considered a small girl, which was highlighted by being beside him.
“Still, I really admire you, with all the things you’ve done. It’s like you live an entirely different life.”
“It’s less grand than you think it is, I had to really grind.”
“Really?... How much of them did you watch?” Face flushed she mumbled the words.
“‘BDSM… I wouldn’t mind trying it out’, something like that.” He quoted.
That elated running feeling welling inside, she internally screamed as he brought up her dark past. A year ago she was seventeen and her channel was stagnant; defeating the new ‘erotic yoga’ meta was a challenge, for her who moved onto gaming. So to adapt with the times she started showing cleavage and making light sexual innuendos.
“So you’ve seen the dark age.” Her voice shuttered. A smug smile across his face he enjoyed it. “Jerk.”
“It’s a good video.”
“That’s supposed to be privated!
“How about we explore that little dark age.” He ignored her stealing a kiss from her lips.
“Are you really fine with me?”
“Of course.”
Finding comfort in those steel blue eyes she didn’t turn away from the kiss of his lips, or the touch of his hand up her side under her clothes squeezing her breast. A hookup with someone she knew. A coincidental encounter. Despite just meeting this man, she had a familiarity, even if he wasn’t exactly who he portrayed. She gave herself to him.
——
Stripped of an outer layer of clothes those imperious eyes of his looked her up and down like he was looking at a slice of cheesecake.
Push-up bra pulled down to her perky hill breast, her shorts, and tank top were thrown over a chair. Leaving her exposed.
“We’re those for your boyfriend.” He guided her to sitting in his lap, rubbing a thumb over her nipple. The tickle of his finger ran over her panties.
“He’s not my boyfriend, just a friend.” Squirming she felt the difference between her soft body, and his muscular one.
“You must be a very naughty girl to be wearing those, your ‘friend’ is missing out.”
The airy scent of deodorant mixed with the sweat of the stage, he kissed her neck.
“He’s just Max.” She said in a frustrated mumble. “I’m sure he’s having his own fun with that girl.”
“Blondie?”
“Yeah.”
“Is that how it is, though I think he’s missing out.”
Slipped under her panties, fingers rubbed her pussy mound parting moist lips. Fingered she squirmed on-top of him.
“I’m plain, even you would have more fun with a prettier girl.”
“I prefer you, you’re beautiful after all.”
Her heart fluttered he was probably was lying, but she wanted to believe. Believe she was something more.
“You really know how to pull at my heart strings.”
“We must be compatible.” He kissed her again, pushing his fingers deeper in.
“Like that, I’m almost there.” She moaned.
On the edge, he stopped leaving that sexual filled warmth rattling inside ready to release like pressured flood gates. She tried to relieve it but his hand stopped her. “Let’s try that BDSM.” He whispered.
It was a deviant a sub category to the realm of sex, one that you practiced with a trusted partner, someone you were familiar with. It was without issue for those too, since they’ve been watching each other for a while.
Bent over the coach his fingers pumped in and out covered in her juices, but he denied her ass shaking in temptation.
“Your such a bully I can’t take it anymore, just stick it in.”
“You want it?”
“I want your cock in me, please penetrate me.”
Peeling jeans pulling out his thick rod, he rubbed it on her hungry moist cunt. Up and down he put on a condom, pushing inside. Rod thrusting within her tight walls he took his time taking deep thrust.
Panting, sweat beaded from her forehead and his, the floodgates of pleasure released overwhelming warmth filled her. She screamed in ecstasy.
“Aaaaahh!” She went leaning over the couch.
“I hope you're ready for more.” Still hard inside of her mid-thrust a woman entered the studio room.
“Oh am I interrupting?” A feminine voice resounded from the door.
Hourglass vixen shape, even in office clothing her model appeal was apparent, Japanese descent she looked a bit older than Henry(22).
“No, unless you want to join Rose.” He picked her up, cock between thighs, and hand cupping her breast. “I have enough stamina for two.”
She was exposed, barren in front of this woman that just entered. Tingles travelled down her skin, as the air became more cold. Was she a girlfriend. It crossed her mind. She was stunning in terms of beauty, even familiar. If she were a 6 she’d place her at 9.
“The higher ups wanted to inform you of a meeting in twenty minutes.”
“Again?” He exclaimed, straining his brow.
“Make sure to finish up fast.” She lectured in a pouting manner. “Also miss, have fun. He might seem gentle but he really likes ravaging.”
Keeping a sexy smile till she left, closing the door with a click of the lock, Henry clicked his tongue.
“Ready for fifteen minutes in heaven?
“Y-yeah.”
——
The sun was setting on the event, stalls and other venues hosting musical artist were closing, and people leaving. Biting into a corndog she ordered, her mind was in a trance, wandering to different pathways that opened up. She wasn’t the most active, though right now she was tired. Yet at the same time excited.
He used the remaining time to its fullest. She stroked and blew his cock to not much reaction, till he guided(pushed) her head down, releasing a load down her throat. He toke a short brake than started railing her over the table pushing deep and fast into her insides. Crumpling under orgasmic pleasure, he reaffirmed her with a loving kiss, then turned her around smacking her ass so she’d tighten. He cummed after turning her around again leaving her on the table with a used condom leaking cum in front of her pussy.
“Yo Mia, where’ve you been.” Max called with a hearty smile with the rest of the group.
“Recanting with an old friend, I lost you in the crowd and happened to find them later, sorry I was gone so long you must’ve been lonely.”
“Shut it... I was just concerned after you almost fell.”
“Good thing she was saved from a star.” Rebecca cut in. “He seemed to like you, was he the old friend.”
“Huh no,” she involuntarily looked away. “How would I know a star?”
“I wonder.”
“Me too.”
——
Some of them left in cars they left on a bus, ingrained in her head is Rebecca sleeping on the shoulder of Max in the cramped bus, as he squirmed in the spot.
Walking down the night path of the street back to their houses, it was now just the two of them alone passing by the local park. Rebecca and Max kept crossing her mind, but she dashed the thought pushing it to some forgotten place in her mind. Though now Henry also lived rent free in her head, whether it be his muscular body, or being a forceful idiot.
“Wanna do it.” Max called embracing her from behind.
He was horny, he didn’t love me but instead wanted relief. “Were in public, what do you take me for, a whore.”
“C’mon no one will know.”
“It’s indecent… What brought this on.”
“...Seeing you dance with that guy made me feel a certain way.”
“Be mine.” The words resounded in her head, they came from Henry before he left for his meeting, it was an offer she couldn’t respond to immediately. She didn’t want to.
“Also Rebecca was really bugging me with skinship.”
“Go to hell.” She walked off.
She might be pitiable, but she wasn’t a whore. In a public place crossed a line. Even with those one sided feelings, Though if asked if she loved Henry, it would dot on her mind, it was closer to idolization. Though maybe she did love him, she didn’t know herself.
Flustered, she had a date tomorrow.
——
[Henry: Hey cutie, let's go on a date in Toronto, 2pm same place before, that one fountain.]
[Mia: Sure, that sounds very exciting, anything you want me to bring?]
[Henry: Skirt, and pigtails.]
[Mia: Huh? Why.]
[Henry: Just trust me.]
She scrolled through her phone relooking at the messages from him, they talked for an hour her more engaged, talking about games they played, and hobbies.
“I can’t even imagine having water skiing as a hobby.”
Back home where few people would disturb her, she took a long stare into the mirror, at her semi-naked self. Taking different poses she had a revelation. He really liked me, like really did. Maybe I am beautiful. She couldn’t get those words out of her head.
It’s surreal he found out I used to be a streamer from that small indication in the crowd, it couldn’t be something more right. Feeling her body it was only a month ago she was a virgin, now she was with her second man. Touching her lips she remembered his taste, rubbing her crotch and breast his hands had groped over them, and every inch of him pushed inside of her.
“Henry Vice.” She called out his name.
“Hey Mia, want some pizza!”
Suddenly her sister calling out to her, she stubbed her toe on the corner of her desk.
“Ow! Yeah that sounds nice.”
Interrupted she dove under her blankets, putting her clothes back on.
——
A gust of wind blowing she held onto her summer hat, protecting her from rays of orange sunshine. Wearing tight fitting jeans, a floral print beige blouse cut off at the shoulders.
“I see you wore your hair as I asked.”
“You have strange request you weirdo, I didn’t own a skirt, but the hair was easy.” Asking for low hanging pigtails, she could only imagine what he wanted.
“I’m just a cultured fellow, and thought you’d look beautiful like this. I was right.”
“What about yesterday?” She anxiously asked.
“Like a cake I had to take.”
“You sound really greedy,” her heart fluttered at his unusual words. “You also look good.”
“No need to state the obvious.” He said blandly walking ahead.
She followed mumbling under her breath. “Jerk.”
Arrogant and forthcoming were words best suited to him, he had the eyes of someone who was trying to put the world in his fingertips. It was almost cute in a way, he was surely popular with the ladies. However he chose me to express himself in, possibly a fetish?
Coming to the date he scheduled, early, he wore plain green shorts, a dress shirt tucked underneath, sunglasses and a grey-red-black baseball cap with a strange logo of some game device. Discreet. At closer inspection some might realize if they were an advent fan, but even he had a moderate fan base, he was a rising star, who left college. Though for scale if the Beatles were S tier he’d be C or D in terms of notoriety.
“Oh yeah you’re an actor who’s taking a break to do music, who dropped out of college. Yet you use to watch my content.”
“You were cut-.”
“That’s illegal.” She struck him down coldly.
Hefty breath he smiled. “Got sick of it, so I left. Ten hours of work every night would make anyone go insane when your alone.”
“That’s admirable.”
“It’s very freeing, some days your worked for 48 hours on a time crunch.”
“That’s two days.”
“I deem the day ends when I fall asleep, it’s how I cope.”
“Wow… that sounds brutal.”
“It’s better doing something you enjoy torturously, then something you hate.”
“You sound like a real masochist right now,” she giggled.
“Oh will see about that.” He flashed a mischievous smile.
——
Thus begun their sexual ventures.
They were on the beach the glare of the sun reflected off the lake blue, it had a scattered amount of people, perfect for casual fun. Whether breast stroking on the water, or breast stroking hidden along the rocks. They made out, salty lips kissing one another, and fingers pushing aside her blue two piece. He savored her. A light tan, Henry massaged oil into her back his hands taking full control of her body.
“Wait we’re in public, I’m not ready. We might be seen.”
“It’s fine, we’re far off from the public.”
She put up little to no resistance at his attempts, he even spanked her butt leaving a slight red mark when she complained, and fingered faster. It’s hot I’m almost there. But he stopped.
“Let’s continue this elsewhere, since you don’t have a skirt, I have something else in mind.”
“Ehhh?”
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