15. Glitch
I watched as Tara’s character bounced across the arena, her scope coming up to make another headshot.
It would’ve been a disservice to her skill to say she was anything less than absolutely on fire tonight. Her shoulders and back had to be positively aching from carrying her team match after match.
Not much of a surprise, given it was sub night. Viewers rushed her lobbies for a chance to get into her voice chat as she played. I didn’t play much, at least not while she was live. I preferred to watch—though really, I was mostly just looking at her.
She was in that criminally tight little OVWatch crop top again, no bra.
Fuck, I loved when she did that. The little balls at either side of her nipple piercings were super obvious through the thin material, and as if that wasn’t enough to keep my attention, every time she pressed a button even slightly harder than normal or shook the controller with any kind of emotion, her tits bounced.
Afterdark couldn’t come fast enough.
Glitched_Attraction69: You’re playing like a beast tonight.
She smiled as she looked at the chat, eyes going wide. The little act didn’t fool me anymore, but I didn’t need it to. I loved that my little omega SLCK’d star was a bad bitch on the field and in real life.
Now, if only she’d make good on her promise...
“Thanks Glitch, always play better with the Taramites—” The hideous name she’d given her subscribers. “—on my side. It’s all for the community, gotta bring us all to victory!” She blew out a breath. “I just wish they’d match us with some stronger teams, this is boooooooo-rrrrrrrring!”
Her voice took on a different, more cheerful tone in this stream than in her Afterdark, and I couldn’t quite decide which one I liked better. Surely it was every man’s fantasy to have a woman like Tara be chronically peppy to speak to them… But there was just something about the deeper, sultry voice she put on as part of her submissive little omega routine.
Plucked all the right strings.
Glitched_Attraction69 - Can I interest you in a bet? Make things a little more interesting?
The sparkle in her eye as she read my message already told me that she was going to agree. “A bet. You know how competitive I am Glitch, name the stakes and prepare to pay the hell up.”
My fingers flew across my keyboard so quickly that I only spelled half the words right, having to go back and correct the message before I hit send.
I loved when we went back and forth like this, it was like she was streaming just for me. Well… and about a thousand other people. But that didn’t matter, I’d never minded being in the cuckold chair before. I wouldn’t start worrying about it now.
I just wanted her .
Glitched_Attraction69: Get twenty kills in the next round. If you do, I'll send you five grand.
She let out a low whistle, the grin that followed self-assured and confident.
“That’s a very generous offer, Glitchy. I’m guessing that the stakes on my side are just as high?”
Glitched_Attraction69: Fail and you belong to me. Pretty easy.
“Belong to you?” she parroted incredulously. “You think I’m only worth five grand?”
I snorted. She knew better than that.
Sure, five grand was a lot of money to Tara. But to me? It was a drop in the bucket.
Something I’d happily spend over and over again if she’d let me.
Glitched_Attraction69: Afterdark. I run the machine.
Afterdark was the TOS certified way to talk about her SLCK’d streams. As much as I loved watching Tara play games and to get to talk to her, they were the real draw. Offering a rare insight into a more private side of herself.
The needy, compliant side that I wished I could be enough for.
Her slight flush had my cock threatening to harden, Tara’s full lips pressing into a smile. “Sounds like a deal. I’m playing ahhhhh-mazing, so you better be ready to pay up, baby.”
The chat went crazy as the round ended and a round of new players were able to get into the lobby, making Tara laugh at the antics. “Don’t worry, chat,” she said. “You’ll have one more chance to get in the lobby after this. And maybe after this bet, I’ll drop some gifted subs as a thank you.”
I wanted to tell her I would gift the subs as well. The money was for her, but I’d let her have her fun for now.
It was one of the things I liked the most about Tara, she was genuinely just… a nice person.
The round timer counted down as she sifted through the hero menu, selecting Nova—a damage heavy cat-girl character with a sword—like she always did.
As soon as the match began she was off, racing into the fray to try and rack up the kill count that would earn her a big payday. She was still playing very well, but it was obvious that nerves were getting to her a bit as her plays became more reckless. The first five kills were easy, and the next few were decent as well, if not a bit sloppy, but there was one player on the other team that had to be well into the mastery tree—professional level, because she was elusive .
Evading all of Tara’s tactics as if she was a total newbie. Not to mention she was their healer and doing a damn good job of making Tara struggle to solidify kills.
Glitched_Attraction69: getting awful close, sweet omega.
Though her team was winning, she was at least six kills short, and the round was going to end soon.
God, I loved winning.
“Don’t worry about me,” Tara said easily, even as her attacks got sloppier.
She managed to pop off three more quick kills, and it was really starting to look like she’d make a full recovery and sweep me. But with two minutes left and that healer crawled up her ass, keeping the team alive, the pressure was at least doubled. I’d never seen a healer work this quickly, it was stupid impressive.
It took a while, but Tara finally landed another headshot. She used her special right off the first kill to secure another, her dark eyes sparking with excitement at the realization that her goal was well within her grasp.
Glitched_Attraction69: one (1) more. If you don’t choke.
She laughed. “Try not to choke on your tears when you’re cutting me that check.”
Her focus lasered in on the healer who’d been blocking her progress. It was pretty obvious to me somewhere in the middle of the match it’d become personal, and that would be her downfall. If I knew Tara—and I was pretty damn sure that I did—I knew she wouldn’t give up now that she’d made an enemy.
I watched as her team's goal meter filled and she tried for one last headshot, but the player, Mercury, a hero with little devil wings and blonde hair, expertly dodged right at the last second.
The win screen flashed and Tara groaned.
“Fuck!” she swore, throwing her controller down onto her desk with a crash. “ Bullshit ! I was so sure I had it.”
The stat screen appeared and though she was MVP by miles, it wasn’t enough.
Tara came up just shy of her goal, nineteen mocking her in white, angular font under the words ‘kill count.’
“Who was that healer?” she asked, keeping her tone light. “One of you is crazy good, for real. You should join our squad.”
I could tell she was actually irritated about the situation, but she was a professional, keeping her and her performance up as she clicked through the screens.
Quinntervention_NOW!: It was me, thanks I’ve been playing for a while :)
Her smile was tight. “Seems like it. You’re insanely good. That last second dodge? Shit, you shocked the hell out of me.”
Quinntervention_NOW!: IKR!!! Shame for u tho
Glitched_Attraction69: can’t wait to punish her later ;)
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.