Rain peltedthe roof of my car as I sat outside her building. Originally, I’d planned to follow her home last night, but Joon rerouted those plans quickly.
Either way, when you understand anything about digital scraping, finding someone’s address was child's play. I’d stayed away all day, distracting myself with the pages of unread emails and meetings I kept pushing.
It was horrifyingly boring, to say the least. No one started and sold a company in hopes of still having to work. By now, I thought I’d be carefree, coasting on the millions and… I don’t know, sipping limoncello on a beach somewhere.
Instead, selling just meant more funding, and more funding somehow meant more work.
Stupid fucking system.
But no matter how much work I quit avoiding, the thrill I had felt when I followed her hadn’t stopped. The excitement I had felt didn’t leave me.
So when I was sitting at my desk, listening to Crawford drone on and on about user interface, and got the notification that Eva was going to go live in half an hour, I was quick to make my excuses and slam my laptop shut.
Now, I was in my car, sitting outside her place. The building was decent enough and located in a well-lit downtown area. Her pink curtains covered her window, but they were thin; she probably didn’t worry about it much, being on the third floor.
Every once in a while, I would look up and see the shift in light against the sheer curtain.
Glancing back at my phone, I watched her pull off the pink dildo, after Indi told her he had came. I was surprised to see him and Joon among the viewership, but hopefully that meant they were working out whatever bullshit Joon had come crying to me about.
The chat was pouring in as viewers rose. I’d been watching her stream since her Packtacular, forcing Indi to tell me any details he had about her after we woke up and she was gone. He’d been a bit cagey about it, and now I could see why.
At the time, I thought he wasn’t into her, but now it was obvious.
The fucker had real feelings.
I wasn’t sure what that would mean for my plan, but I couldn’t predict every variable. This still seemed like the most viable way forward, and I needed to just fix whatever came my way.
And as a long-time viewer, it was obvious this stream wasverydifferent from ones she’d done before. She seemed more adventurous than normal, that good girlfriend act she normally put on long gone, replaced with the messy, half-lidded whore I was watching on my screen.
And while I could appreciate it, a deep jealousy seeded within me.
She shouldonlylook like that for me, my pack. Not for all these fucking incels that couldn’t even fathom how good her pussy tasted.
I ran my palm over my cock, watching her read the chat, probably looking for someone to tell her what to do next.
Well, problem solved.
buggincam69 donated $300
show me what else you have in that drawer.
“O-okay.” She pulled out the drawer next to her bed, hard enough that it popped free of its slides.
Tilted forwards, I could see a mix of dildos, vibrators, and lube. There was nothing crazy in there, but considering the content she normally did, it wasn’t surprising.
But one of them did catch my eye. It was one of those rabbits, with a longer dildo and a shorter vibrator on the front. But it had a cord sticking out of the end and had ridges in the middle.
buggincam69
what’s that dark blue one?
She pulled it out, her eyes widening as she looked it over. “Oh, I bought this a while ago. I haven’t used it before, but it… has a thrusting function.”
Exactly what I hoped.
buggincam69
perfect, I want you to lie on your back, pussy facing the camera, and put that in, and I’ll tell you what settings I want.
