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You could almost see the wear on the crotch Morgan was putting into her sweatpants. As she spread her legs as wide as possible, she had one hand holding a phone with an archived stream of Emma’s pulled up while the other one was down her pants trying to get her somewhere. There was a sense of… shame in this moment. She couldn’t sleep, so she thought she’d rub one out real quick then pass out right after. Except she’s been going at this for the past half hour. “Can’t even get off to the girl you dumped thousands of credits into if she isn’t personally thanking you for them at the moment? Fucking pathetic.” On top of that, these streams weren’t officially archived. No, she recorded them behind Emma’s back despite that being against the stream rules just for the sake of having them.
“Thank you so much, t0pgear! For all those credits I’ll write your username on my body? So you want it on my tits or maybe my tummy or maybe even my inner thighs?” Emma cooed through the phone speakers, making Morgan childishly flail her arms and kick her feet out of frustration. With that little outburst, she stopped and laid there staring at the ceiling for a bit. She wanted to kill that t0pgear fucker for thinking they could possibly claim any inch of Emma’s body…
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Fuck. “Pent up” couldn’t possibly even describe how she felt right now. For the past few weeks, her favorite cam girl Emma, or dubiouslyLegal for her proper username, had been on a mental health break. Meaning Morgan had lost a siphon for her energy. She didn’t feel too bad about her other hobbies, but it was best to play it safe and find ways to let out her desires in ways that wouldn’t put her in jail.
So she found Emma. Sweet sweet Emma. For just a few credits, she could feel a sense of control over another person, even for just a few moments. Of course Emma herself was only running a marker over her skin instead of a knife and the stains left were ink instead of blood, but it worked well enough. She even got to see something so intimate of her, so private, as her exposing and pleasuring herself. The weight of this sight was a bit dulled when however many dozen other viewers were also in chat, but that’s fine. It’s fine if you can just shut them out by paying for the show all yourself. No one wants to pay if someone else is already doing so. And why should they, Emma’s whole job and lifestyle has been funded by HER, MORGAN, NO ONE ELSE.
And then she left. For a mental health break. However, on her last stream before leaving, she said to be good and stay safe. Now, Morgan was already going behind her back recording her streams, yet this command felt personal. For whatever reason, she just couldn’t shake it from her mind. When she saw someone stumbling into an alley trying to follow terribly generated map directions, she had to simply keep walking and move on from them. She didn’t want to risk missing Emma’s return stream because she was being sentenced for a murder she committed.
She could make it. She made it two days before her return. It’s going to be on her SFW channel streaming Drake Constructors 5 with her annoying stream friends, but that’s fine. She’s beaten off to her cute little giggle alone before… Okay, maybe she does need a walk to cool off… just a walk.
Before she left, she switched to a fresh pair of joggers, a dark jacket, and some sneakers. Just comfortable enough to take a calming walk through the city in the middle of the night. She also stuffed a pocket knife into her jacket. For self defense.
Her proper “walking route” was actually a few blocks away from her apartment. She always made sure to take a different path to and from it to not leave any obvious patterns. Once in the dense downtown, she took her time going through as much of the space as possible. Randomly, she’d cut through alleys or miniature parks or stop in businesses she knew had a camera recording her. In the past, she’d do this to establish an alibi while also looking for a mark. Tonight it was to scramble her mind. Each step let out a little bit of steam, and she needed a lot of steps before she was heading back home.
Down an alley there (ignore the drunkard puking his guts out), take a quick sweep through this convenience store (ignore the homeless guy asking patrons for spare credits), bump into this dumb bitch in front of a game store (she deserves to have her guts torn out)... (This stupid cunt really couldn’t watch where she was going, could she?)... (God, she's on the ground trying to get her glasses, how pathetic)... (Oh fuck, that’s Emma.)
“Paralyzing" couldn’t even describe the effect seeing Emma in person had on Morgan. It was more like an out of body experience. To think, this girl lived in the same city… Wait, she can’t see without her glasses. Trembling with excitement, Morgan bent down, picked up her glasses off the ground, and hands them back to her. “Thank you, ma’am” she whimpers as she slides them back on her face. Not that there were any doubts in her mind before, but this was in fact Emma. Her face looked different when not under ring lights and not covered in oil or other fluids, but even then, it wasn’t hard to see her body shape from under her track suit.
“I knew I should have just gotten this game from Tethys” she bemoaned looking inside her bag to see if the game case was still intact. Of course it was Drake Constructors 5. “But they can never be reliable with this stuff. Even if I used Tethys+...” she trailed off. An opening. Morgan knelled down to get on Emma’s level as she was on her knees still, “are you alright” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m just in a hurry.”
“I can get that, but it’s the middle of the night, do you have an autocab to pick you up?”
“Eh, no, I’m a bit short on cash at the moment.”
“(Serves you right for running away from me.) I’m so sorry to hear that.”
Emma gets herself up off the ground and Morgan follows suit. “That guy was staring at me as I was getting my game, so I’m sorry to ask this, but can you walk me home” she pleaded. A gallon of dopamine shot through Morgan’s mind. It was good she had a masterful poker face or else she couldn’t say “sure, I’m just going on a nightly walk anyway.”
“Oh my god, thank you! Ugh, I was just so busy getting something together last minute that I completely forgot I needed to get this.”
“What was it you were working on? A birthday party?”
“No, I’m a content creator. I do streams and stuff. I’m planning on playing this on stream, and I need time to set it up, make sure the picture and volume is good and all that.”
“Ah, I see. (What would be the best move here? Telling her I watch some streamers might put her off, she probably wouldn’t want to tell some stranger about her internet presence lest have me pull up a clip of her reaming herself as soon as I get home. I was going to do that anyway, but she doesn’t know that. At the same time, it would be off putting to tell her I’m not into streamers at all. She’d be a bit dejected to hear someone say they don’t care about her job. No, I need another approach.) Let’s get going, don’t want this guy getting any ideas seeing us talking out front (and I’ll get some time to think.)”
Turning in Morgan’s direction, Emma nodded and walked past her down the street. Morgan followed just a bit behind her, letting her lead the way. The two strode under street lamps, giving Morgan a view of the sheen to Emma’s hair. She wished she could lean in and get a whiff, but that’d be quite a jump. For now she just needed to let her eyes take their full of the girl. And there was quite a bit to see. She could tell that the hot pink track suit she was wearing was one of her exercise streams. It was a size too small, and as a result, the fabric clung to her ass, even letting her panty line be on display. It wasn't hard to understand why that game store cashier was eyeing her. He's still been racketed up to a target in Morgan’s mind, though.
“So, I heard you say something about just getting this game from Tethys, why didn’t you just order it from them” Morgan probed. Not skipping a beat, Emma began her derision “they’re super unreliable on shipping games. I’ve had to get games for streaming before, and they’ve shown up the day or two after they were supposed to arrive. They’ll have amazing shipping speeds for literally everything else other than that.”
“Could you not just download it?”
“Not really, I don’t have a lot of storage on my PC or console, and I didn’t want to mess with my internet data trying to download and then deleting it a ton of times while also needing to stream.”
“Mmmm. I’ve been around these parts before, not a lot of these stores stay open this late. I imagine you were stuck trying to find a store that had it and was open.”
“Exactly. Like I said, I was super busy and by the time I got out of the house, only so many places were open. So by the time I ran to one, it’d end up being closed or just didn’t have it, so I’d need to run to another. Next thing I knew it was already dark.”
“Good thing I bumped into you. Who knows what creeps might be lurking at this hour? (God, she’s probably a sweaty ass hell. I really do miss her exercise streams. No one really showed up to see a fat girl trying to actually be active except me. I even remember some replies under the stream announcement saying ‘no one wants to see this.’ Losing a few burner accounts to tell those people to kill themselves was worth it.)”
“Absolutely. I do have pepper spray on me, but god, I do not need anything more happening to me tonight.”
After a few more minutes, the both of them stopped in front of an alleyway. Down at the other end was an apartment building with the light from the lobby streaming out. “I know it seems sketchy, but I walk through her all the time” assured Emma. “I mean, I guess so, that said, it might be best to just take our time going around” Morgan levied. Really she just wanted a bit more time with her at this moment. Sure, she could plan to bump into her now and then and slowly build a friendship that could turn to something more. Yet at this moment she didn’t want to move on. Emma scoffed, “Trust me, I’m sure no one would try to jump the two of us back here. This is a pretty safe area.” Morgan sighed and shoved her hands into her jacket pockets, “fine, fine.”
Her knuckles bumped against something, and she was reminded of her “self defense” weapon. At that moment, all the steam she let out condensed. What if there didn’t need to be a wait? What if she could just reach her own climax here and now?
As they stepped into the alley, Morgan started stroking the lever on her pocket knife. “(I could just hold her up at knife point. She already said she was too tired, maybe she wouldn’t even put up a fight.)”
Step. Step Step.
“(Maybe I wouldn’t even need to hold her up. I could wrap my arm around her neck, and plunge the knife into her stomach. In the shock she might not even realize what’s happening.)”
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“(I stab her, then throw her to the wall. She’d probably fall on her ass and start bleeding out. With no energy, she wouldn’t be able to stop me from unzipping her jacket or pulling down her pants.)”
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“(I could have my own little show. Just me and her. I could finger blast her as she sobs to herself. Couldn’t leave any evidence like teeth marks or saliva on her tits, but a nice hard squeeze would probably be good enough.)”
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“(I mean, I fucking earned it. I keep this bitch’s lights on and then she decides she ‘needs a break’? Telling ME to be good and stay safe? How fucking pompous are you? Fucking leach.)”
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“(Could probably shove the knife as deep in her pussy as possible once I was done with her. Then I’d go home and watch as she missed her return stream. I’ll watch the sappy comments flood in when her body is found. No one will be able to enjoy her anymore except me, her last audience member.)”
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“Thanks again for walking me home, ma’am” Emma beamed as they reached the building’s front door. Morgan forced a controlled, kind smile, “no problem, like I said, I was already taking a walk.”
“You know, I never did get your name.”
“It’s Evangeline.” In an instant, all arousal dropped from Morgan’s body. It was best to not tell her “Morgan” considering how many of her accounts have M in the user name. Just a wild precaution that probably isn’t needed at all even if she hated that name. “Well, I hope you have a good night, Evangeline,” Emma said with a smile before stepping into the building. In an instant all arousal was back.
As soon as she was sure Emma couldn’t see her through any windows or anything, she started sprinting back to her apartment. Hearing a username moaned out is one thing. Seeing her name written on her areolas was one thing. Even getting special videos made at her request was one thing. Hearing Emma say something like that in person right after all she’d seen and thought about in that moment was something else. She felt high.
The second she was inside her apartment, she threw down her pants and began furiously touching herself. A trail of clothes and sweat and other bodily fluids followed from her door to her bed. She knew she was going to need to wash her sheets after tonight. Her libido wasn’t shot up just from some kind words at this point. Another little fantasy entered her mind and made her eviscerate herself.
She thought about breaking into Emma’s apartment and having her way with her. Just obliterating her in every way possible. Cutting, yanking things out, putting things in. She could make it a multi day affair. Maybe when was just about done with her, she’d turn on her stream and show the bloodied, destroyed mess that became of Emma in her final moments. She could show the whole world that she was HERS. Each vile act flooded her mind only to be pushed out by another. By the time she was done, she was drained both mentally and physically.
When she woke up the next morning, she was disgusted to find she passed out in her soaked bed sheets. A sort of clarity came over her as she picked up her clothes and tossed them in a hamper. As her bed sheets were being washed, she took a wet rag and wiped down the floor. She was glad the rocking of the washing machine filled the apartment. Most of that energy had been released last night, but the residuals needed to drain out before she went to work. She could only sit on the edge of her bed and listen to that rocking as a way to block out any thoughts that could creep in.
Once emptied out, she took a shower, put on her waitress uniform, and left to catch the train.