Chapter 1 preview #2
Puffing out my cheeks while still standing in my shoe closet, I set the phone aside on top of my dresser, taking a moment to roll my neck and stretch.
My back is kinda sore after a position I contorted myself into earlier.
One of the hazards of close-up work is keeping the video shot on just my feet, or needing to stay focused on the hint of skin I want to reveal.
It’s a lot of holding the camera in a point of view style, which can sometimes get tiring if I go for too long without using my tripod.
Tapping the screen to toggle into the Omega-cam admin section, all thoughts about an aching spine or tight muscles are forgotten.
A new subscriber dropped a massive chunk of cash on me tonight.
Five thousand. On top of my regular subscribers, plus tips, if I do some very crude mental math, that means I’ve pocketed almost twenty thousand already this month.
His very generous donation toward my secret fund for after I graduate is accompanied by a note.
ArchWhispererAlpha387:
Haven’t cum that hard in a decade. Fuck me. You keep doing just that every night and I can guarantee you the sugar will keep flowing, baby doll.
I give him a little love heart reply and a special image from the album I’ve created, one that is reserved for just my high-roller donors.
It’s a photo of me bent over, wearing only a pair of lacy white panties, with my siren red heels kicked up behind me. It’s totally pinup-inspired and shows a fantastic angle of my ass, but other than the shoes and a curve of ass cheek, that’s basically all he’ll be able to see.
More money arrives immediately. Jesus, these subscribers are so free and easy with dropping wads of cash, it boggles my mind. But I won’t complain, it works in my favor to continue padding my savings.
ArchWhispererAlpha387:
If you want a proper sugar daddy, I’ll take care of you. Forget all of this, and trust me when I say, I’ll gladly double whatever you’re currently earning on this app.
Baby doll, if you give me access to everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, I'll make sure you are looked after so good.
Think about it. I’m patient. I’ll be here waiting for any crumbs in the meantime.
“You’re not the first Beta pretending to be an Alpha who wants the whole donut tray to keep for yourself, buddy,” I scoff out loud, rolling my eyes.
The offers I get are truly obscene at times, but not enough to tempt me. There’s no way I would feel comfortable being bought for actual sex, even in a virtual capacity.
Ending up as someone’s personal sex toy is only hot in a real-life pack scenario… and I’m more likely to sprout wings and fly to the moon than find a pack that can meet every single one of my lofty standards. There will be no settling for Nikita Kaur.
ArchWhispererAlpha387 can put his money and supposed patience where his mouth is and wait until tomorrow for my reply, when I'll let him down easy, but offer a private room if he wants more of me one-on-one.
Before I film my little wrap-up video to encourage new subscribers to watch the latest replay, I spy my new boots. Oh, yes, these are going to the stars of my next live stream.
Over the knee, sexy as fuck. They're gonna get me hot and bothered purely from slipping them on and twirling in front of my mirror.
Flipping the camera to film my bare feet, I make a show of dragging my left foot up my right ankle.
“I had way too much fun tonight. I can’t believe how easy it was to lose track of time with you. What do you want to see next? Make sure to leave a comment on my most recent livestream to tell me.”
As I post the short clip, there’s a noise outside my bedroom door. Rummaging in the kitchen, followed by soft padding footsteps.
My sweet little Omega roommate, Gabbie.
Right before my eyes, the comment notifications for private messages roll in. I set my phone down while pulling on my robe and tying the sash around my waist. As per usual, some are sweet, some are crass. No one has crossed the line to get themselves blocked tonight, thankfully.
Those arches are heaven-sent.
Please let me suck your toes. Just one time.
Show us your slick.
Such a filthy whore. You’re just a cock tease.
That makes me laugh. It’s borderline the type of comment that could go negatively and get their ass swiftly blocked, but it’s accompanied by a meme of biting down on a knuckle in desperation, so I’ll allow the little bit of degradation.
A soft knock at my door isn't entirely unexpected.
Gabbie’s voice is muffled through the wood. “Can't sleep again?” She asks, sounding appropriately weary for two in the morning.
“You can come in, Gee Gee,” I say. A quick double check ensures hoo-haa and ta-tas are all contained. Though she’s seen it all, many times, since we moved in together at the end of winter.
She cracks the door open, poking her adorable bedhead through. All dark hair and soulful green gaze. My Spanish-blooded Omega bestie, with her curves and centerfold looks.
“Were you on the phone with your cousin again?” She peers at me, then rubs her eyes.
Without missing a beat, I nod. “Ishani, my cousin in Mumbai. She just watched the latest episode of Alpha Island and needed to talk about it immediately, or she was gonna explode.”
Gabbie yawns and smiles softly. “That time difference is brutal. Make sure you actually sleep, yeah?”
“I will. Go back to bed… haven’t you got an eight a.m.?”
She makes a vomiting face. “What psychopath thinks students, let alone Omegas, are capable of functioning at that time of morning?”
“A true horror story.”
“Night. Love you. Go sleep,” she mumbles and closes my door, before I hear her shuffle back to her own bed.
Lying to my roommate is one thing. Lying to everyone else… well, I prefer to think of it as the necessary Omega survival skill of truth-by-omission.
No one in my real life needs to know where my money comes from, and I don’t need to rely on anyone. That’s the game, and I’m always prepared to play it.
Eloquent.
Efficient.
Easy.