Game Time with Leia

“Jesus, Robbie,” Leia said. “That’s… what the fuck?”

“I know,” I said, half chuckling. “I kept asking myself the same thing.”

It had taken us several minutes to get ourselves set up, get our Nintendo accounts properly hooked up, and then I had to grab my laptop and add Leia on Discord. She invited me to the server she had to interact with her fans as well, but we kept things to a private call instead of jumping into a room there.

Just hearing Leia’s voice when the call connected had been a balm to my loneliness and she’d laughed with joy when I’d called her Sunshine again. But we weren’t supposed to be flirting, we were supposed to be gaming as part of my ‘bro dude time,’ so we started to cycle through some games. We avoided the more Party-suitable games that we could start looping some of the other girls into in the future and stuck to the nerdier stuff we both had - a couple of different fighting games, mostly. Leia had my number most of the time, but I was able to win about a third of the fights.

We laughed, and talked shit to each other, and I realised that she hadn’t once been ‘Shy Leia’ since we started the call. This, playing games and interacting over voice chat, was one of her ‘safe spaces’ in terms of where she felt at home.

Then we swapped to Mario Kart, and Leia told me how Ginnie had been moping around. She wasn’t explicitly saying it, but Leia got the feeling her petite friend was kind of regretting taking a chance to fuck JC all by herself that last night of the trip instead of participating in the Cock Roulette game with the others and getting her chance to try me on for size. Looking back, I did like Ginnie - she was a sweet, sincere and goofy girl, and I didn’t regret what sexual stuff had happened between us. But I was also totally fine not having had sex with her, and very OK with the fact that Ginnie shacking up with JC had meant that Terra got time with me that night.

Of course, talking (and giggling about) Ginnie led me to talking about my day, and that led me to the obviously big Thing that had happened.

So I told Leia I hadn’t figured out how to talk about this yet since I’d been alone after work and I would usually bounce something this off the wall off of Cass, or Dayana or Vanessa, and then explained to her about everything with Vera Angeloff, her sexy assistants and her big-titty friend and their exhibitionism.

She’d been shocked, giggly and comicly horrified as I told her about the last meeting.

“Are you sure you can’t, like, report them for sexual harassment or something?” Leia asked.

“I mean, I could,” I said. “But I don’t know how much longer I’d have a job after that. And that’s not just because her fiance might cause problems - I work in hospitality. If it’s anything short of me getting punched in the face or someone trying to legit corner me or something, making a big deal over a guest to the point of opening investigations is always kind of frowned on. That’s why I try to look out for my staff, either in person or by making sure someone else who can handle it is in charge when I’m not there. Take care of it before it escalates. But for a major VIP guest? She could get arrested for ****, with blood still on her hands, but if she got caught because I filed an HR incident or complaint then someone would be looking for a way to get rid of me a reasonable enough time later that it couldn’t look constructive.”

“Tiger,” Leia said, her grimace clear in the tone of her voice. “I don’t like you having to work in a place like that, but I guess I get it.”

“That’s just the way it is when you’re dealing with really rich people, Sunshine,” I sighed. “Rule Number One is don’t make things public.”

“So what are you going to do?” she asked.

“Throw this party,” I sighed.

She snorted softly. “My boyfriend is throwing a Strip Poker party for a Russian widow full of strippers, escorts and super wealthy hot people.”

I raised my eyebrows, focusing more on the start of that sentence than the end. “Boyfriend?” I asked.

“Uhm,” Leia stammered. “I mean… we haven’t put a label on it or anything, but I don’t know- I mean, I know technically you’re only official with Becca and Cattie, but like, it’s just kinda- I mean, that’s just what you say, right? Not that I don’t want you to be my for-real boyfriend, I’m just not trying to rush you or anything, and you’ve got a lot going on. Oh my gosh, I’m so dumb. Can we just forget I said that, please?”

“Hold on,” I said, setting my Switch aside since we’d been sitting on the Mario Kart character select menu for a bit, and pulled my laptop onto my lap. “You have a webcam, I assume? I want to see you,” I asked as I turned mine on and the call swapped to Video mode.

“Of course,” she said, and a second later she popped up on the screen, her rainbow pastel hair pulled back into a ponytail that was partially hidden by her big headphones. She wasn’t wearing any makeup whatsoever, not that I minded at all, and she was only wearing a tight, thin little t-shirt that hugged her close enough that I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra from the dimples her nipples made in the front.

“God, you’re cute,” I said.

She rolled her eyes, smiling lopsided a little. “I look like a mess.”

“A cute mess,” I grinned. “My cute mess. Will you please my girlfriend, Sunshine? I can’t imagine ever just thinking of you as anything less than totally label-official.”

She laughed, blushing furiously, and nodded vigorously for a long moment before answering me. “I’ll be your girlfriend if you’ll be my boyfriend,” she said. Then she laughed again. “We were already talking about plans on how to move in together with the others. This relationship is so weird. But I feel all giddy, Tiger.”

“Me too,” I said. “I wish I could kiss you right now.”

“I wish you could kiss me too,” she said, her blushing staying up on her cheeks. “And maybe feel your hands and lips other places.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, knowing where she was likely going with this.

“Mhmm,” Leia said, running her hands up from her stomach to the base of her throat. “Like… here.”

“Anywhere else?” I asked.

“Maybe… here,” she said with a little grin, her fingers tracing back down before she grabbed her little titties through her thin shirt.

“I’d love to,” I groaned.

“I know you would,” she said, a twinkle in her eye. “Especially while your hands were busy somewhere else.”

“And where would my hands be?”

“Oh, you know,” she teased. “Places.”

“Places?” I laughed.

She nodded, then bit her lip cutely and her blush got a little darker again. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course you can,” I chuckled.

“You know those times you beat me at Injustice?”

“Uh-oh,” I laughed.

“You only won because I was a little distracted,” she said. Then she pushed her laptop away from her a bit, showing more of her in a lay-z-boy chair - or, more specifically, that she wasn’t wearing any pants or panties, her cute, bald little mound looking almost as flushed as her cheeks.

“I only won because you were touching yourself?” I gasped and started laughing. “My ego won’t recover.”

“I had to give you a fighting chance,” she giggled. Then she scooted in the chair, rolling over and pointing her butt towards her laptop, her big ass making me groan, and then growl when she gave herself a teasing little spank and giggle. She rolled back to sitting and grabbed her laptop, pulling to closer again, so close that I could only see her face. “You make me do naughty things, Robbie.”

“Sunshine, I wouldn’t ever make you do anything,” I countered.

“Fine,” she smirked. “You make me want to do naughty things.”

“Love you, Sunshine,” I told her.

“Love you too, Tiger,” she said with a sweet smile. Then she cleared her throat and set her laptop down. “OK, you’re only up like two races on me now, right? I’m gonna need to keep my hands on the controls, so don’t say anything dirty.”

“Leia, beautiful, you’re giving me the tools to distract you here,” I chuckled.

“Maybe I am,” she smirked at me. Then she blew me a kiss and turned off her cam, and I turned off my end as well so we were back to audio only. “Pick your character. And you’re really going to do the party?”

“It’s really not that difficult to set up,” I sighed. “The plans are mostly in place, I just need to get everything officially pulled together tomorrow morning and that won’t take me long. It’s mostly just the naked staff that they want, and the Promoter, that I need to lock in. Which reminds me, give me one second after this race, I need to send a text to some of my contacts to find the right promoter.”

We raced, and halfway through Leia was in the lead, then I started talking dirty - not sexual, but dirty. We were racing through one of the classic maps and it looked like we were on mud, so I was saying things like, “Mmm, your wheels are so slick and filthy.” It got Leia laughing hard enough that she missed me sitting on a trio of red shells for half of the last lap. I took the lead from her in the final stretch, and then the victory.

“Send your text, Mud Man,” Leia chuckled. “I demand a rematch.”

I went to the unofficial group chat for my ‘section’ of our little secret society of Vegas Strip hospitality gurus. ‘Anyone know a Promoter that can be trusted to keep things quiet? Prioritising Trust (NDA involved) and VIP Network. Pay will be top notch, chance of repeat business. Event will be Tues Night.’

There were several Thumbs Up reactions on it quickly as folks started getting to work checking who might be available in their contact lists or passing on the request to other sections of the network.

“OK,” I said, setting my phone aside. “Which track do you want your rematch on?”

“Rainbow Road,” Leia said. “There’s no way you can make that one dirty.”

“Challenge accepted,” I grinned.

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