Chapter One

 

Dark Times was rapidly becoming my favorite first-person shooter. Maybe it was because, unlike most of the other players, I had the patience to do the smart thing and just camp with my scoped rifle and wait until someone came into range, then pop his head off, duck down for a minute, then look around again.

I liked being a sniper. Safe, high on my perch, shooting down the unwary, gave me a god-like feeling of satisfaction.

Besides, I'm a bitch. Or so I've been told.

Anyway, I was racking up a lot of points that way, but gradually decided to incorporate a few more point-getting activities. I moved closer to the action so that after I shot someone I could hop down, loot their bodies, do a little dance on them, then go back up to my perch.

Here's the fun part. As soon as I saw their bodies fade I'd quickly go to another nearby perch, and in about three-quarters of the cases they'd come back thinking to ambush me where they'd seen me go. Suckers! Then I'd pop them again, loot whatever new they'd acquired, laugh at them, dance on their corpse, and move on.

Okay, I wasn't making many friends, but hey, I don't go online to make friends. It serves to work off some frustration and let me exercise my sadistic nature to irritate and even infuriate people.

Yes, yes, I'm a bitch. Move on, please.

I was working at Lowes at the time, in the garden supplies section. I was not thrilled with my job, nor the money I made, nor where I lived. So I had a lot of frustration to work off. I've always been a contrarian, always disagreed with what most other people wanted, and always been pig-headed.

I'm a natural blonde. Lots of girls would love that. I didn't. When people see you're a blonde they immediately start thinking SEX! Well, at least that's what guys think. So I dyed my hair a darker shade of brown.

My sister was insistent that the best look for me was with my hair parted in the middle. So naturally I decided I wanted lots of heavy bangs cutting across my forehead. When she disapproved, I let them grow thicker and longer so they hid practically everything above my eyes, and sometimes my eyes too. It looks a bit emo but whatever.

My roommate Quinn is a lesbian. She has a shaved head, though not so shaved there's no hair on it because she dyes it pink. She has a pierced tongue, nose, nipples, and belly button, and tattoos on her back, legs, and arms. I have none of these things and want none of these things, which seems to confound her. She appears to regard me either as a wayward little sister who needs to be educated or as an object of sexual reverence because I accidentally let her see me naked once.

I frustrate her because, why not? Don't get me wrong, she's cute, and has this really soft, cute, girly voice, but while the idea of sex with girls isn't exactly anathema to me what really turns me on is a big guy with big muscles and a big dick. Okay, I'm not always contrarian.

I mostly wear rugby shirts and jeans, not being much into being gawked at on the streets or at work, or by Quinn at home. And I'm not bragging here. I have a great body, and I do enough physical labor at work, on my feet all the time, that, in combination with the sports I play, I'm in really good shape.

I look pretty ordinary in the right clothes. In something like a bikini or a tight tank top, well, every male eye lands on me. I have a nice, slim, but curvy body with full, firm, round breasts centered by small pink nipples. I also have a very firm belly and a great ass.

None of which helps me with anything but finding dates. And finding dates is problematic too. I can find a nice package and bring it home, or go home with him, but who knows what happens when I unwrap it? Is he going to know what to do with what he's got? In my experience, the answer is usually NOPE!

Most guys are just shitty in bed. Especially the good-looking ones, because girls are always bedding them in hopes of landing a hot boyfriend, which means they then compliment them no matter how boring they are in bed. Plus they take sex for granted, take girls for granted, take their fast orgasms for granted. They don't need to work at anything. And they don't feel the need to impress their date. They figure just looking at them is impressive enough.

Yeah, no. I might have a high sex drive but it still takes me longer to get turned all the way up to high and then get off than any guy my age. And like in the games, they lack patience. Nor do they take directions well. They tend to get indignant if you indicate they're not the best in bed.

All of which is why I'd been mostly self-pleasuring for a while, and starting to reconsider Quinn's hopeful looks and hints. Hey, maybe she'd be better at sex than the guys were. At least she knew her way around a woman's body. I needed a big cock, though.

Of course, she had one now. Yes, I'd basically told her that a week earlier. I'd said "You're cute Quinn, don't get me wrong. But I like big cocks."

Is that blunt enough for you? So you'd think she'd take a hint from that. But she took it in the wrong way. Next thing I knew she was bringing in the mail and had a package which she used a kitchen knife to cut open. And what does she pull out of it? A great big cock! Yes, the most realistic-looking cock I'd ever seen, but then I'm cheap and don't buy the pricier dildos. It was certainly long and thick anyway, and she smirked at me as she showed me the straps.

Then she went back to her room without a word. Well, I had to hand it to her. She hadn't pressured me or anything. Just put the thought in my head. I couldn't help wondering if she was going to use that thing on herself at all, though. I'm five feet, seven and reasonably slim, but she's petite, barely over five feet, if that. I couldn't imagine she'd get that big thing inside her.

Which made me wonder if she'd bought it just for me.

Anyway, a guy I knew had persuaded me to go on Twitch. You know what that is? It's basically a site full of gamers who play while turning their webcam on themselves. You get to watch them and watch the game they're playing at the same time. I had in mind doing it while watching him playing in the same game. While we were kind of partners.

Only thing was that because of my style of play - and winning - I attracted a lot of nerdy fucks cursing at me. Which was fun in its own way. I mean, these guys were from all over the world, but nowhere near me. Let them rage. I basked in their anger. I gave them smiley faces and kisses, rather than calling them names, and that seemed to piss them off even more.

Yeah, so I'm a bitch. I already admitted that, okay?

Some of them wound up telling me the sorts of things they wanted to do to me, which I'm sure I don't have to explain to you. But again, rather than be embarrassed or angry I would just reply, if I replied, by saying that sounded really kinky, or hot, or interesting. Some of them got pissed off even more at that while others then seemed to think they now had a chance with me and started being nicer!

Hope springs eternal, I guess.

So on that fateful night, Quinn came home and had a couple of milkshakes, one for me, which she set down on the desk in front of me.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem."

She slurped her drink as she watched over my shoulders.

"I can't believe he said that!" she exclaimed.

"Which one? The guy who wants to shove his fist up my pussy or the one who wants to shove his cock down my throat?"

"Either! Both! Isn't that like, I don't know, against the rules!?"

"Technically, I suppose. But if I bothered to report every rager who said stuff like that I wouldn't have time for anything more. Anyway, water off a duck's back."

Then I replied to both. The first one I said, politely, gently "That's not how you're supposed to do sex, dear." The second one I just asked. "Are you really long enough for that? Because I really enjoy deep-throating."

"You're encouraging them!?"

"No, just taunting them."

"Oh, that's okay then."

She scowled as she leaned in, then abruptly leaned back when someone wrote about the 'pink-haired dyke" with me.

"How can they see me!? You have your webcam on!?" she exclaimed, moving quickly to the side.

"Yeah, that's how it works."

"Well, where are their pictures?"

"I don't turn that on, much. And not all of them have any. Like, only the ones you're actually playing against have their webcams on. But anyone can just watch and comment, like an audience, and you have no idea what they look like."

"So what's the point of letting them see you? Isn't that dangerous?"

"Not so far. Most of them aren't anywhere within a thousand miles of me. And they'd have to borrow their dad's car to get here."

"Is there like, money in this?"

"Not much. If you get a lot of followers there would be, but I haven't put any effort into it."

"Why not? You could make money!"

I shrugged. "I do this for fun. I'd have to be careful what I said and all, and do it at prime times for a high audience."

"And wear something sexier?"

I snorted.

"You have a great body, Leah. You could get a ton of these nerdy guys following you if you wore a tight tank top."

"Why would I want them to?"

"To make money, of course! Monetize your play time, girl!"

I made a face. "There's all kinds of hoops I'd have to jump through. And I'd have to use the microphone instead of just typing shit."

"So? You have a sexy voice!"

"Oh please."

"You do! I mean, I have this stupid, high, girly voice. But you have this nice, low, furry voice."

"Furry?"

"Yeah! It's very sexy."

"You think everything about me is sexy."

"Everything about you IS sexy, baby."

She grinned at me and ran her fingers through my hair.

Right away the comments running down the side of the screen turned to a lot of lesbian stuff. Like is Quinn my girlfriend, and do I eat her pussy and stuff like that.

"It doesn't take much to get their interest, does it?" she said, reading the screen.

"Nope. They're guys. Anything about sex gets their attention real fast."

I was playing while we talked, but I saw my prey approaching and focused in on that, then killed the guy and did my happy dance on his corpse before looting him. That took more attention and Quinn moved back into the camera, leaning over the back of my chair, looking sexy for the camera as her hands slid up and down my arms. She leaned in and lightly kissed her way along the side of my neck while I was busy killing the guy. Which is why I just tsked in annoyance since I didn't have my hands free at the moment to push her back.

"Look at how excited they're getting," she said in amusement.

"Like I said, it doesn't take much."

"Oooooh, that one wants to spank you for being naughty," she said. "Tell him that's my job."

"Weren't you just acting disapproving because I was encouraging them?"

"This is different. Tell them I'm your mistress and you're my sex slave. See how they react to that."

"As if. I mean, it'd be more like you were my sex slave, shrimp."

"You think so?" she asked in amusement. "Size isn't everything, little buttercup."

She chewed lightly on my earlobe and I pushed her back, then turned off the camera and turned to glower at her.

"What?" she asked innocently. "Just thinking of ways to help you get more money."

"Oh, that was the only reason?"

"Well, I think you're hot, too, of course. In a sort of cute little innocent, virginal girl who really needs to be educated by her older, wiser, more sophisticated friend sort of way."

"I'm not a virgin. You're two years older. And being a lesbian doesn't make you wiser or more sophisticated."

"I am when it comes to sex. I've slept with guys AND girls, after all. So I'm defacto the more expert between us."

"Go away, Quinnie."

She smiled and left, and I turned the camera back on and returned to focusing on the game. Of course, all the comments on the sidebar were about me and her and sex for a few minutes, and taunting suggestions we'd been making out when the camera was off. But that trailed off as the game play continued.

Then suddenly it exploded with comments about cock. And how I was going to get a big cock, and how they wished there were pictures or videos. I mean, like from everyone. I was like, wtf for a few seconds, then I realized Quinn had snuck up behind me and was waving that big dildo of hers just behind my shoulder.

Irritated, I shut off the camera again and swung the chair around as she giggled and danced backward.

"Are you trying to make everyone on this stream think I'm a lesbian?"

"Lesbians don't want big cocks, sweetie," she said in amusement.

"Those idiots don't know that!"

"Think about having a microphone shaped like a cock, and how many viewers you'd get!"

"Yeah, all of them picturing me naked."

"Don't be silly. They do that anyway."

I scowled because she was right.

"Also, lesbians are too busy having incredible, fantastic multiple orgasms to play video games."

"Oh right. I don't seem to hear you screaming through your walls."

"Not here, sweetie. I know you're very conservative and wouldn't want to offend you."

"I am not!"

"Prudish then."

"I am not prudish! You're just trying to goad me into letting you get your hands on my perfect body."

"Well, yes."

I snorted.

"I dream about your breasts, Leah."

"They're just breasts, Quinn!" I said, exasperated as I swung the chair around to face the computer again.

"No, hon, I have breasts that are just breasts. And they're pretty good ones. But yours are like something sculpted by Michelangelo in how perfect they are."

"I've seen his sculptures. His women had smaller boobs than me."

"You're right. Maybe as sculpted by the finest Hollywood plastic surgeon."

"My boobs are real."

"So you say. I haven't been able to judge that. I only had the one brief glimpse and no opportunity to examine them closely or touch them."

"And you won't!"

I went back to my game and she went back to her room. I have to admit it was kind of flattering. I mean, that was a weird thing I'd recognized about myself. It made me uncomfortable when guys flattered me, when they talked about how hot and sexy I was. Because I figured it was just them trying to get into my pants.

But when they talked that way online it was different because they had no way of getting into my pants. Also, I didn't think Quinn was lying in her appreciation of my uh, assets. Her reaction when I'd come out of the bathroom naked - and she'd gotten home unexpectedly early - was kind of, well, like very obviously real. Like, her jaw dropped and she went like "Wow!" even as I ducked into my room.

And then she'd come to my door and said, "You are so amazingly lucky!"

And I was like, wot?

Yes, I was aware my body was pretty good, my breasts in particular. No, they're not huge, but... a good size and a good shape. But I'd never had that sort of reaction from a girl before. Mind you, I rarely showed my bare boobs to girls. Or guys, for that matter.

Kind of a waste, I guess.

In the meantime, the screen talk was all about me and cocks, and I played along and kind of dismissively mentioned how I can deep throat and that I practiced on that. Which didn't have the response I had hoped. Everyone wanted to see me practicing on it, or alternatively, shoving it up my pussy.

I ignored the comments for a time to play the game. But then someone posted a screencap and I was like, 'shit', because that just inspired more comments from more recent arrivals. And they were saying I couldn't even get my lips around the thing, which I said I could. Finally, I just shut it down and off and went to my door to glare out at wherever Quinn was.

I went out and found her in the living room.

"You are annoying."

She looked up from her book and raised her pink-tinted eyebrows.

"I am?"

"All everyone wants to talk about is that big cock now."

"Well, they are guys, dear. Anyway, they were already sexually harassing you. What's different?"

"Because now all of them are!"

"So you came to see me so I can do it instead?" she asked with a smile. "I'll be much gentler."

I rolled my eyes and went back to my bedroom.

"I bet you get a lot more viewers now!" she called after me.

I only had a few 'regular' viewers, that is, guys who clicked me on their board so they'd see whenever I played. But sure enough, dozens more signed on that day. Which shows you how desperate guys are. But it also started me thinking a little about that monetization bit. I wasn't going to play in a bikini or anything, but I could wear something a little more ... well, form-fitting, I supposed.

Like I said, I kind of liked being flattered online. I kind of liked guys thinking I was hot and telling me so. Online. I hadn't really done anything much to play up to that, so far, other than respond in a kind of taunting fashion to some of the comments, but I could wear something more revealing without even being very revealing.