half feet of finely tuned muscles, the kind that suggested he could hold my body weight which could open up a whole new world of sexual positions to me.
But I wasn't going to beg.
Not for something as stupid as sex.
I mean, if I really needed it, I could find someone to sleep with.
It wasn't like there was potential for anything remotely more than a good couple nights of fun with Huck.
And I wasn't sure that I was in the mood for more bad decisions with regard to men. There was already so much going on.
Besides, if I was stuck here in the house with these guys for any length of time, complicating things with sex was just a recipe for disaster.
On a grumble, I sat up, reaching down to snag my pants and panties, pulling them back on, then moving over toward my computer.
Normally, I liked to being halfway put together when I was on camera. It was a frustrating part of the business, but when I showed up with my hair done, with my eyes lined, with red lipstick on my face, I got more views, got more engagement.
That said, I just needed a distraction for a bit. And if I was going to play, it just made sense to stream it, make some money off of it via a gift feature that could be integrated into it.
"I know this looks a little different," I said to the camera as I picked up where I'd left off last time. "Life has been a little crazy lately," I told my audience. "And, long story short, I need to stay here for a little while. I know the background isn't quite as cool as my sound panels, but we will have to make do. Also, with the lack of the sound equipment, you might hear more background noise than usual, but we will just all try to ignore that. Now, where were we?" I asked, genuinely waiting for someone else to answer. So much had been going on, it was easy to forget about things that, ordinarily, took up a good amount of my headspace. "Oh, right. I need to go on a quest to find the kidnapped prince," I said, shaking my head.
KitKatTalksBack: You look flushed.
"Yeah, I know. It's a million degrees today. And I was just, ah, working out a bit. Anyone else here today?" I asked, glancing over at the chat box.
Patrick: You look tired.
"Nope. Not at all. I just don't have makeup on," I explained, annoyed that I had to.
Patrick: Why are you in a new spot?
"Oh, just some life changes. You know, personal stuff," I said, trying to brush him off, hoping for some others to join the live stream, so I didn't have to keep talking to him.
KitKatTalksBack: Yeah, man. Mind your business.
There was my girl. We had to stick together in this male-dominated world.
PizzaSlut20: Is that a dog barking? Did you get a dog?
"Yeah, that's barking. No, I didn't. Though I am starting to consider it." Especially since Ramona, Remy's dog that had first shown up on my porch, had started coming to my door every night, scratching to be let in, then would run in, pounce on my bed, and fall asleep at the foot, snoring like a chainsaw. "These belong to a friend of mine."
Patrick: A boyfriend? Did you get a boyfriend?
KitKatTalksBack: Again, Patty Boy, we must reiterate—mind your own business.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "I didn't get a boyfriend. This is just a fri—"
"Woman," Huck's voice called from outside my door, making me realize I forgot to lock it, to tell anyone I was live. And I was starting to know Huck enough to know that he was the type to open closed doors without thinking twice. "I thought we agreed you'd bring your pretty ass downstairs and discuss making me something to eat," he said, coming in the room, walking right over to me without even thinking twice. "Oh, you're on a video," he said, coming up behind my chair, putting his arm on either armrest. And if I were an outsider watching, I would likely think that his actions were very possessive, the kind of thing a boyfriend did.
KitKatTalksBack: Oh.
PizzaSlut20: Yeah, okay, liar.
Patrick: He probably treats you like shit.
"Jesus Christ. This is what you want to spend your time on?" Huck asked, leaning forward to watch the feed scroll—a mix of praise from the women and derision from the men.
"Tell them you're not my boyfriend," I demanded, a