Chapitre 7: Chapter 6
He knew he said he wouldn't think about it, but for some indescribable reason the thing had been bothering him since the day it happened. The woman had no fear, no repercussion as she approached him. Like she had done it before. He needed to talk to someone or his brain was going to explode. He knew for some reason that stuff like that didn't just happen. He and Beck were having their lunch on the bleachers, but he had stopped eating a long time ago. Beck didn't even notice, too busy eating and looking at the girls that were trying to catch his attention.
"Beck?" he called hesitant.
The blonde's neck snapped towards him. "Yeah?"
"There's something I need to tell you" he dropped his lunch.
"Yeah" Beck dragged, one eyebrow going up all the way to his hairline.
"There's no need to be nervous about it!" he snapped defensive. When he realized he did that, he buried his face in his palms slightly ashamed.
"I'm not nervous. It just feels like…uhm" he looked away for a while before turning back. "Just say what you want to".
"What really goes down at that club Beck?" he wrapped his arms round his legs and placed his chin on top of his knees.
"What do you mean?" Beck asked stupidly.
Of course he wouldn't know. That was the sign to drop it but as always curiosity would always win. "That day that you told me to come meet you at the club, some woman approached me".
Beck's eyebrows shot up, but at least this time he was silent.
"She propositioned me" he breathed out. "Said that I-well heavily implied what I looked like…" he looked up then to see Beck's lips folded. They seemed to be shaking and he seemed to be holding in a laugh.
"Screw you" he groaned before he moved to carry his backpack.
"No wait! I'm not laughing at you" Beck tried to reason, reaching for Matt's backpack.
"Then what are you doing?" he gave him a pointed look. He wouldn't get emotional and start talking about how the ordeal had made him feel, but to go to someone who he trusted and have the person laugh was disappointing.
"I know it happens. Just never expected it to happen to you. That's all" he kept his eyes trained on his friend, his grip still tight on the strap.
Matthew furrowed his brows.
"Was she hot at least?" he grinned as he shifted closer.
"That's my cue to leave" he stood up partially, but Beck was quick and stronger so he pulled him back down.
"Relax" he said smoothly.
"She thought I was an escort you dumb fuck" he hissed.
"She has eyes Matt. Not that I'm calling you an escort or anything, but she has eyes to appreciate your qualities" Beck's hand had come up to touch his cheek but he slapped it away irritated.
"You should be flattered. I heard old rich men and women do this. They pay quite the amount" he winked nudging his shoulder continuously. "You said you wanted to help your dad. Well this is a sign" Beck preached.
"You want me to whore myself out?" he glared.
"I was just joking" Beck guffawed. "You wouldn't do that to yourself" he cleaned the tears from his eyes. He turned to Matt to see he wasn't laughing and winced. "I meant nothing by it honestly" he tried appeasing his friend.
"Oh!" Matt hadn't realized that he was talking. "I know" and he picked his lunch up to busy himself. He would never admit to himself that he was just thinking about every joke Beck had made, but he had been thinking about it. Way seriously.
If he had gone up with that woman…
"So you never did answer my question. Was she hot?"
"You want to do it with her Beck?" he asked tersely.
"Well if you're not going to do it" he said casually.
Matthew was done with this idiot.
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"Last time I told you guys I was going to meet a friend immediately after" the audience today was just the same as last time. Well no matter. He was okay with the number and as long as they tipped it was fine. "When I got there a woman mistook me for an escort. Can you believe that?" he removed the wet lollipop from his mouth, a string of spit still connecting it to his lips. Never in his life would he have ever thought that he would be in front of his laptop trying to entice people by licking a sweet lewdly.
"It wasn't nice" he pouted, his sticky lips wobbling.
'She's got eyes'.
'You're sucking on that lollipop and complaining about that?'
"Love the comments guys" he rolled his eyes sarcastically. He was done with talking. It was time to give them what they came for.
"It just made me feel weird" the sticky treat was going down his neck all the way to the torso. As he became a cammer there were sacrifices he had to make. Body hair. He couldn't have that sticky thing taking some stuff up and coming back to his mouth. "I mean do I have escort labeled on my forehead. Is this how they prey on young people?"
'Poor baby'.
He circled the sweet around one of the pasties and continued the journey down the middle of his stomach.
'I want to see you rub it down your shaft'.
'I have an idea where you can stick that in'.
The crowd was really on his side today. Maybe he saying he wasn't something and then doing the exact opposite wasn't helping matters. He did not see the appeal of putting something on his anatomy and then putting it back in his mouth. He was already in a bad mood and his mind wasn't here because no one seemed to really care about how he felt. He looked down and one of his viewers was going into detail of what they wanted him to do.
"Hmm…" he hummed pretending to take it into consideration. He ran the lollipop from the gap between his socks and his boxers. "Why should I do that when you all made me feel bad?" that didn't stop him from rubbing the thing in-between his legs just to tease them.
'You slutty brat'.
'I know how to change your mind'.
He giggled. "One thing at a time people. One of you said panties and someone else wants me to put on a little show" he knew he wouldn't do that but they didn't need to know. He would continue talking about his day and being playful, but nothing else would be taken off. The viewers that were with him seemed to like it even with their thirsty comments. He hoped they wouldn't leave him. They weren't tipping as much as they did today. Maybe it was all in his head.
"How about a poll? Panties or the other thing" he sat up putting it back in his mouth. "Now I'm all sticky" he complained. "I bet you all would love to see me all wet in the shower, wouldn't you?" he leered.
He got a wipe from his nightstand and began to clean the stickiness off.
'Would you really do it?'
'Honestly?'
"Maybe, maybe not" he moved his shoulders. "So tell me what you want" he urged them squealing.
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The tips were less than last time. But at least it was three digits. Seven hundred and two dollars. Two more streams and he could afford to pay Beck back. Well hopefully. It seemed that they were tired of what he was doing. He needed to up the ante. They were bored of him not doing what he wanted so they would go to others instead of just waiting on him.
He was about to close the tab when he saw that he had never stopped streaming. He hoped that no one had watched him as he went about his business that would be really weird. He was about to close it when someone sent a message.
From Dommymummy69.
"If you're willing, I would like for us to meet".
He would have fallen off his bed, maybe even tossed his laptop but he was still live. That was why she had texted. Well he was going with her because of the mummy name.
He just stared at his screen dumbfounded. He had read on an article that they were fans who would want to meet up, asking for personal information and all that. That didn't prepare him for it one bit. He stared like a deer caught in headlights. It was like his tongue had become swollen and was blocking his airflow.
'If you're willing, I would like for us to meet'.
Seemed like there were things that he shouldn't mention when talking to his audience. He swallowed and stopped the stream this time, removing the tab. For some reason he didn't feel safe even though he was in his house alone. Now his mind was giving him scenarios that would never happen.
He put his laptop away and got his homework that was not far from him. It would be due soon and he had put it aside for long enough. He would do it quick and could see what they would have for dinner before dad came home. Not like he would eat it anyway, but he could be surprised. He opened his book and tried his hardest to concentrate. He knew that he hadn't been able to concentrate lately. Ever since Beck opened his mouth. Not like Beck was the one to blame but he needed someone to blame to make himself feel better.
What he was feeling wasn't regret. He was just overwhelmed by that message. He had said he wasn't an escort and it seemed that woman didn't believe him. He should stop. This was a big sign that he did not need to go down this road. He wasn't in too deep yet. He could get out.
But there was something that was keeping him from making that decision. He grit his teeth and with his anger he opened his book determined to power through.
He had a few times his thoughts went astray, but he did succeed. He didn't think about that message. Not one bit.
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