Ti drags by as I play, and I’m freaking thankful I turned off private ssages. My chat box blew up when I said I might do private chats. I’m sure I was awkward when I did the whole wink thing, but going off how many questions exploded over it, maybe I’m not too bad at flirting.
I’m not sure what RunawayBridesmaid might want to chat with about, but I’ve heard about so other strears being asked to give private lessons. That’s normally for things like Magic or so card gas, but I’m sure I could give a few tricks to first-hand shooters. That’s all I pretty much do with these videos anyway.
I probably shouldn’t lead with that if this is sothing that could make money. I should just go with it and collect the money. She could also be wondering about another ga since this isn’t the only one I stream or do videos for. For all I know she might want to teach her since I’m a girl, and it would be less awkward if she’s looking for help.
Ahh, what if she’s a girl learning to play to surprise her boyfriend so they can play together? Did I really just turn this into a romance story in my head? Parker is clearly rubbing off on .
She forced a romance book on the first day I t her, and I told her I’d read it if she’d play a video ga with . She played, but she didn’t get into it. However, I fell hard into her books. Thankfully, she has a giant shelf that I can always steal from.
I glance at the ti while I reload my ammo and loot my kills. When I see ti’s almost up, I scan over the chat, where one catches my eye.
NubSlayer4Life: What else do you do in private for the "right price"?
"If you have to ask, Nub, you can’t afford it."
DiscoThunder: She doesn’t do that kind of shit. Nub off.
A few of my regulars jump all over the chat in my defense, and guilt fills . They’re not wrong. Until this point, I’ve done a very good job of trying to be taken seriously. It’s bullshit because won should be able to dress how they want and still be taken seriously, but the world, especially this one, doesn’t work that way.
"I think I’m done for now. I’m going to grab so lunch and then I’ll open my private chat for ssages. I’ll only respond to real and respectful ssages and others will be blocked and deleted." Not that it matters. People can create a new na in seconds, but it helps filter so bullshit out.
"I’ll be back tonight showing the fastest way to do the new dailies for Morgalf rep for Battle Cast and grinding up to get their marks."
A slew of chats ding in about grinding, and I roll my eyes. "So of you seriously need to get laid," I laugh before signing out, but I stay online to watch so of the ssages spill into my inbox.
I pick up the letter I’d tossed aside from the university about one of the scholarships falling through and read over it again. A part of is hoping I read it wrong or missed sothing, but of course I hadn’t.
Swallowing down the ball of emotion that rises in my throat, I try not to panic. Every ti I think I’ve gotten my life in so kind of order, sothing cos along and knocks it over. I busted my ass for every scholarship that I have, and I told myself if I could get these scholarships I’d let myself get a degree in software engineering.
At the mont, the market is flooded with people holding that degree. It’s not as stable as sothing else I could get a degree in, and there are plenty of other fields that would be so much safer. But I thought if I didn’t have a pile of school loans over , then it was worth the risk. Hell, I don’t know if I can get any loans. I don’t have credit, and I’m shocked soone let open a bank account. I don’t know how long a loan would take to get, but I would guess longer than two weeks.
Parker would help if I asked, but as soon as the thought enters my head, I chuck it right out. There’s no way I could ask her that. She’s the only real person I have in my life, and I never want to do anything that could risk that.
I stand up and pull on a sweater. I go to shut down my computer but stop when I rember I’d opened my inbox for private ssages. A few I can delete right off the bat because so boys are really unoriginal.
I shuffle though a few more trying to see if I can find RunawayBridesmaid. Yikes, I knew I’d get a few, but this is crazy. Finally, I find it.
RunawayBridesmaid: How much for private chats not in this system? Your phone number.
I stare at the ssage. Why does she want my phone number? I’m starting to wonder if this is a girl. Forget it. I’ll ask.
BoomChick: Are you a female?
RunawayBridesmaid: No.
The response is instant.
RunawayBridesmaid: $500.
BoomChick: For my phone number?!
There’s no way this guy is serious. What the hell? Let’s see if this person is ssing around with . I toss out my Cash App Trader ID, but I know this is bullshit. No one is paying that much for soone’s phone number. Another alert chis, and I look at my phone. I almost fall out of my chair when I see that this guy didn’t give $500, he gave a grand.
RunawayBridesmaid: Number.
BoomChick: Just because I give you my number doesn’t an I’m going to send you nudes or sothing.
RunawayBridesmaid: I gave you the extra money to make sure you don’t give your number or nudes out to anyone else. If those are available, I want the first offer.
I don’t know what it is, but I sense so underlying possessiveness. I chew on my bottom lip, feeling a small tingling in the pit of my stomach. Is it a thrill?
BoomChick: Deal.
RunawayBridesmaid: Good girl. Now give your number so you can go and get your lunch.
My heart flutters as my fingers move on my own, and I send him my phone number. I exit out of the chat and go completely offline. My phone chis again, but it’s not a text. It’s the Cash App again. He sent another $100 with a note attached.
Good girl.
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