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The College Spreads: The Viewers and the Actors
Playing with her team was good for her. Rebekah returned to Fluorescence within a week, and was ready to start streaming again inside a fortnight. She put up a message on her stream page to give the date and time of her return stream, as well as another explaining that she had spent time in hospital, but was okay now. You tried to convince her she didn’t need to apologize for her absence, but she insisted.
Your mom had gone home several days prior to Rebekah’s return to streaming, so you split meal prep between you. That night, you make a tuna noodle casserole for the three of you and sit together with Rebekah and Jada while you eat.
Rebekah’s phone buzzes. She pulls it out of her pocket and glances at the screen.
“Hey, baby,” she says. “Jason Etheridge just messaged me to ask if I’m still going live at 8.”
“Who?” you ask.
She sends a quick message back then turns a quizzical look on you.
“Oh come on!” she says. “Jason Etheridge! Leader of CounterPlay. They finished third at regionals. He’s the biggest Fluorescence streamer there is.”
“Sorry, honey,” you say. “That’s your game. I love following you but I don’t know anything about the rest of the game. Maybe he wants to watch.”
“Him watch me? You have to be joking. I literally started playing after I watched him dominate regionals years ago. He’s amazing.”
“Not as amazing as you,” you say. “He finished third, remember. You got second!”
“Yeah, but Stratos beat both of us. They’re on top right now. They’ll probably win at Worlds too.”
You laugh at her eagerness. She’s different, you realize. Her whole body is relaxed, even as she talks about the game she’s competing in.
She puts her phone down and picks up another forkful of the casserole. There’s still a little steam coming from it, and you admire her beauty through the vapor. She inhales deeply before putting it in her mouth. It does smell good, even you have to accept you did well tonight. You follow suit, the savory taste of the fish perfectly complementing the softness of the noodles.
“This is really good, baby,” she says. “Your mom’s taught you a lot about cooking while she was here.”
“Hey,” you tease. “Are you saying I was a bad cook before?”
“I’m saying I remember the ‘frunjipang!’”
You hang your head, not in shame, but in ownership of what a spectacular mess your attempt to make her favourite meal had been.
“He played in College Spread six years ago,” says Jada.
You both turn to look at her. She’s holding the tablet you were given to use in the game. There’s a website on the screen. It shows a list of prior College Spread players and ladies of the deck together with the years they took part. The players also show where they finished. The ladies show their card values.
“Where’d you find that?” you ask. “I’ve never seen it before.”
She shrugs. “It was right on the desktop. CS Universe. I guess they opened the app to you now there’s just the finale left.”
Rebekah’s phone buzzes again.
“Now Jane Delaney’s asking the same thing. She’s another Fluorescence streamer. Not as well known though.”
“Five of clubs, three years ago,” says Jada.
“Roger Kildeen? Never heard of him.”
“Hmmm… no… not finding. Oh wait. There’s a Rachel Kildeen who was Seven of Spades eleven years ago. She was in the deck twice apparently.”
Jada presses on the name and a new screen opens.
“OH! She transitioned five years ago. Yeah, he’s Roger now. He’s a streamer too — more cozy games and LGBTQ+ rights activism though according to his information.”
That’s when your phone’s message app pings too. You glance down and see it’s from Dr. Rousseau. She’s asking if you’re able to come down to the theater tonight to talk about the play. You realize that if you’re going to continue in the game, she has every right to demand it. You signed a slave contract with her for your participation in the play. Yet she’s not demanding. She’s just asking.
“Rousseau’s asking if I’m free tonight,” you say.
Rebekah beams at you. “Great! I guess we’re both gonna be busy.”
She doesn’t even seem concerned that you’ll be leaving her alone for the first time, and maybe she’s right. If she’s busy with Fluorescence you’re no use to her at home anyway.
“You sure you don’t mind?” you ask.
“Of course not. I’m looking forward to the play, baby. You know that. But, umm, look, I’ve been meaning to ask. Do you mind if I stop being your manager? I know I’m feeling a lot better, but honestly school, and streaming already kind of feels like a full plate. Besides, I’ve been feeling a bit… gassy lately.”
You gaze at her. The slight twitch at the corner of her mouth betrays a slight nervousness, but she’s changed. Not in what she loves. She’s still a gamer, still your pervy queen too, but the absolute pressure to perform, the craziness of the drive and extremes she used to go to. It’s gone. Or at least, subdued.
You pull her into an embrace, holding her tight against you.
“I’m so proud of you honey,” you say.
“Why?”
“For being you. For letting go.”
She laughs. “You’re weird. Good job I love you.”
By 7:55, Rebekah’s stream is live. The pre-launch screen displays her face against a background picked from the game. Bars at the top and bottom show her details: Rebekah Flores, HexDrive Center, sponsored by Impulse Group. At the bottom right, in bright Verdana Script, the logo “road to Worlds” declares their upcoming challenge for the biggest title in the game. It’s a good design, prepared by a graphic design student she knows. Her intro song plays too. It’s a strange mix of hardcore rock and folk music that still grates on you when you hear it, but according to Rebekah it’s a popular meme song in the Fluorescence community. There’s a timer ticking down in the top right of the screen. There are three hundred people already in her channel chat, and it’s growing.
Rebekah sits in her gaming chair, one hand on her keyboard, the other on her mouse. She’s focused, shutting out the rest of the house as she gets ready. You bend down and kiss the top of her head as the timer reaches 0.
“Love you, honey,” you say.
She nods.
At zero seconds she switches scene to show her live cam and the game screen.
“Hey there, everyone, it’s GOOD to be BACK!”
She hits a button on a pad beside her keyboard and a cheer plays.
“I can’t tell you how much I missed you all. I had to take a little time out for a mental health break, but I’m back and ready for action. Today’s gonna be a little different. My HexDrive teammates are in the Discord, but tonight I’m opening the lanes to all of you. You’ve been so cool, holding on for me to return. Joining all of you for some random games is just my way of saying thanks and…”
The chat channel floods with notifications as hundreds of new viewers join. Rebekah stares in silence for several seconds.
“A raid? Already? RogerThat? Welcome to the stream, guys. I’ve only just started things up and…”
Another flood of messages. Not as many new viewers join this time, but it still makes her pause.
“JaneyDelightful? Wait, I know you. You’re the head of the SpankTheirBottom team! You guys are making names at regionals, honestly you got us on HexDrive kinda sca—”
And again. But this time it seems like the scroll won’t stop. The viewer count rockets to almost 100,000. Messages flash across the screen declaring donations, subscriptions, bit purchases, cheers and more.
Rebekah stares in awe.
It’s several seconds before she can even speak.
“Oh my God,” she murmurs. “Guys… it’s CounterPlayTop. That’s Jason Etheridge! Fucking Jason Etheridge just raided the channel. Jason! My god! I’ve been watching you since…”
She’s fangirling. She doesn’t even comment on how much money just came in, she’s too busy enthusing about her idol. You chuckle as you watch her for a moment. Then you lean in and kiss her on the cheek.
“I’m gonna head to the theater,” you say. “Have fun, honey.”
“Sure, baby. Love you. Oh, for anyone wondering, that’s my super supportive fiance. I couldn’t live without him. But… JASON ETHERIDGE! I can’t believe it!”
The noise hits you as you enter the theater. Multiple conversations fill the space. The stronger sound of voices practicing lines punctuates the hubbub. From high comes the clatter of something metal being dropped on a gantry. Music underlays it all; the varied switches between unusual instruments making Claire’s organ unmistakable. Everyone’s here, by the sound of it.
When you reach the stage you realize just how true that is. The drama girls are there, Dr. Rousseau and Isadora Bloom stand nearby going over papers you assume to be parts of the script. Tabby and Lin are busy painting more backdrops. But there are guys too, some practicing lines, some moving equipment, and one painting with the girls. The sound of a printer draws your attention as Morgan Black grabs a printout and takes it to the professor. But it’s the heavy scrape of wood on wood as Cassie and Kailani pull an A-frame to center stage that shows just how big this production has become.
Claire gives you a wink as you head for the stage and begins to play the Phantom of the Opera theme. People stop what they’re doing and turn to face you. Dr. Rousseau approaches, smiling warmly as she holds out her hand.
“Glad you could make it,” she says. “I needed to ask you something.”
Straight to business. That is her reputation.
“How can I help?”
“I know Rebekah was supposed to be in the finale with you, but given all she’s dealing with I wondered if she was still going to participate.”
Ah, that. Yes, you did kinda of BOTH agree to be bound by the show. Still, she seems to understand how things have changed. You shake your head.
“No, sorry. She needs to step back.”
“Of course. That’s what I expected. And that’s why I asked you to come. I need you to pick a replacement, someone you’d be happy to play alongside. I have two possibilities, really.”
You notice two women standing close by, relaxed but waiting. Camilla Reyes looks as splendid as when you last saw her, elegant, refined… although that was AFTER she’d fucked you into an orgasm. Beside her stands Kiara Martinez. You haven’t interacted with her, but only because you used your joker to secure a 10x multiplier on her card without having to complete a challenge. They’re both sexy, and you don’t want either of them to play the part.
“No,” you say. “You have three.”
“Three?”
“Yes, but only one really. Look, ladies, I’m really sorry, but there’s one person I want more than anyone if she has to replace Rebekah.”
“I’m sorry,” says Dr. Rousseau. “But of all the drama girls, these two have the parts someone else could cover easiest.”
“I’m not talking about a drama girl.”
“What? Who then?”
“Tabby Cheevers. Hey, Tabby, come here will you?”
You have to call her a second time before you get her attention. She glances at the four of you standing together, then looks back at her latest backdrop. For a second it looks like she’s about to go back to painting.
“Hey, Tabby!” you call again. “I need you!”
Frowning, she puts down her spray can and walks slowly across the stage. Everyone’s staring at her and she is blushing brightly. She glances from side to side, looking nervous. She wipes her paint stained hand on her shirt, staining the garment more than it already is. She has a streak of white down one cheek and a drip of black running down the side of her nose. You chuckle at how cute she is.
“Tabby?” says Dr. Rousseau. “She’s a… painter, not an actor.”
“I take it you never saw the week 15 challenge then?”
“No… I know you challenged her, but she’s never been on stage. She wouldn’t know what to do.”
“Really? Let’s get an expert opinion then - someone who knows performance and saw what happened. Cassie!”
“Yes?” Cassie stops moving equipment and turns to look at you.
“I need someone to replace Rebekah for the final act. Got three choices here, what do you think?”
“Wait, WHAT?” Tabby stares at you. “What are you talking about? I just paint sets.”
Cassie looks from one to the other and smirks. “From what I saw, Tabby’s got stage presence AND kink. I’d choose her if I was you.”
“You can’t seriously be suggesting we use a painter for a major role in the ending scene,” says Dr. Rousseau. “What if she gets stage fright? She can’t do that.”
“Right,” says Tabby. “I can’t do that… can I?”
You grip her chin in your fingers. “I don’t know,” you say. “Can you, TYGER? You have five minutes to get ready.”
You hold her gaze for several seconds before letting go. She pauses just a second before running backstage. The two drama girls look from you to the departing Tabby and raise their eyebrows. They choose not to comment though.
“Where’s my Raven?” you ask.
Raven Moreau steps forward. “You need me?”
“Yes, remember what we did when I challenged Isadora?”
She laughs. “My asshole does.”
“Well, it’s time to see what Tabby makes of that scene. I’m gonna tell her to punish you. You down for that?”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Good, then I need you on the A-frame. Kailani will set you up. I suggest you get naked. I’m gonna let her go tiger on you.”
Raven shrugs. “Well, it is a sex play. It’s already going to happen a few times. Unzip me, Phantom?”
She turns her back and you ease the zipper down her sleek, black dress. Somehow, you’re unsurprised to see she’s naked underneath. Raven steps out of her dress as it pools around her ankles, then walks gracefully towards the frame. Her arms meet at its apex, crossing as the wrists. Kailani grabs a pair of leather handcuffs. Thick leather makes Raven’s wrists look even more slender as it curls around them and Kailani secures them in place. She pulls a chain up from behind the A-frame. The grating of the heavy iron over the wooden apex sounds heavy and final. A moment later, Raven’s locked in.
Tabby reappears from backstage, surprising you with her look. She’s found some kind of skirt made of long, thin, silken stands that open freely as she walks. She’s still wearing the shirt she had on, but now it’s ripped. The bottom buttons are gone, her left breast hangs through a large tear in the fabric. She’s stalking, you realize, not walking across the stage. Her hair, normally an untidy mess of curls, is even more uncontrolled now. It looks like she has deliberately pulled and tugged it into wild chaos.
You beckon her towards you, glaring at her fiercely. She licks her lips as she gets close, then drops into a crouch before you.
“Tyger, good,” you say. “I have need of you.”
“I am yours to command, Master,” she says, her voice low and sinister.
You indicate Raven. “This worthless whore let me down, Tyger.”
Tabby follows where you point and glowers.
“I sent her to Earth to seduce that Chikan-obsessed vixen, Kaori, and she failed.”
Tabby turns towards Kaori. “Send me, Master. I will have the little human bitch screaming!”
“Yes, but only as you rip her apart. I wish to feast on her soul, not merely her flesh. No, Tyger, focus your claws on this failthing!” In a much lower voice you add. “She uses the standard safeword, red. If she says that at all STOP!”
Tabby growls, so low and grinding you’re sure she must have hurt her throat. She crawls across to the A-frame on hands and feet before standing next to the bound woman. Raven’s a full foot taller than her. Tabby stretches upwards, her mouth against Raven’s ear. She draws a deep breath through her nose, as if drinking in the goth girl’s aroma.
“You smell like a succubus,” she says. “But what kind of succubus cannot manipulate a mere human? A human who WANTS to be taken, at that.”
Raven cries out in pain as Tabby bites her ear lobe. You are about to stop her to check for any injury until you hear Raven speak.
“You think you can control me, beastling? You’re NOTHING!”
“Nothing, am I?”
Raven gasps. You’re not sure why at first, until Tabby moves slightly, and you see her caressing the taller woman’s slit with her fingers. You walk closer to get a better look, followed by Dr. Rousseau and the two actors she’d selected.
Tabby slides a finger inside Raven’s sex, fucking her with it steadily. She continues to stretch up to growl in her ear. A moment later she adds a second, then a third.
“What are you doing?” asks Raven, her eyebrows raised in a look of horror so fake you’re certain she’s doing it to make Tabby sure she’s okay with what’s happening.
“I’ve taken our Master’s cock,” says Tabby. “But I’m a tiger. This little pussy barely fits two fingers. I’m going to prepare you for him!”
She drops to her knees between Raven’s thighs. Her fingers move faster, making Raven shake in her bonds. Using her free hand Tabby shoves the goth’s legs further apart and slips between them. A twist, and she’s facing Raven’s shaven sex.
“Do it!” you command.
Tabby slides her fourth finger into Raven’s slit, fucking her with most of her hand now. Raven cries out, shaking as Tabby leans forward. The painter’s face is hidden behind her victim’s crotch, but you can guess what she’s doing. The scent of sex reaches you as Raven moans softly. Fingers curl together and pull against their bonds. The leather holds. A scream pierces the air. Tabby has added her thumb. She’s fisting Raven, perhaps not hard, but enough that the girl is feeling it.
“Stars explode behind your eyes, slut,” you cry out, hoping Raven understands you’re testing her willingness to continue without breaking the scene. “Tell me of them!”
“GREEN!” screams Raven. “They’re GREEN!”
“Then let me punish you further!”
You grab her hips and turn her around quickly. Her arms twist in the cuffs above her. She winces. You bend quickly, taking a nipple in your mouth and chewing it. She’s aroused already, and from what you remember of your conversation after the challenge, heavily into pain play. You bite harder, then pull away.
“I need a sheath!” you say, staring into her eyes.
Something rips open nearby. A hand passes you a condom from the side.
“FOOLS! I am the King of Hell and you expect me to do this myself? PUT IT ON ME!”
Someone pulls down your pants quickly. A hand grabs your erection, stroking it a moment before you feel the tight latex roll along your length.
“What are you doing?”
Raven’s not looking at you. She’s trying to stare over her shoulder at Tabby. You pause a moment, thinking she’s started using her fingers on Raven’s butt, until you notice she’s gripping her hips instead. The sound of licking makes you realize just how far she’s taking this.
“FUCK!”
Raven gasps and closes her eyes. She doesn’t use her safeword.
A hand guides your cock towards her sex and you push within easily. She’s soaked. It’s possible she’s had one orgasm already and as you feel her walls around you she cries out in another.
“My BALLS, Tyger!” you say.
Tabby reaches a hand between Raven’s legs as you begin to fuck her and massages your balls. Her other works its way between your legs. A finger probes your asshole, slowly pushing inside. Oh, she’s kinkier than even you thought.
Your fingers curl against Raven’s breasts, squeezing and pulling as you fuck her hard. She pulls against her bonds, lifting herself. Her legs wrap around your back. The frame creaks and shakes. You wrap your arms around her back, supporting her weight. It’s not easy, but it’s a damn sight more so than having the entire thing collapse on the three of you.
Tabby licks and sucks at Raven’s asshole. She squeezes and tugs on your balls. Everything’s tight, tense.
“MAAASTER!”
You’re not sure who screamed that, perhaps both of them. You push in again, pull out. Thrust. Bury and withdraw. Blood pounds in your head as everything builds to a head. Raven screams again. This time, it’s definitely passion. You thrust harder.
Tabby fucks your ass with her finger. The sound of her mouth on Raven’s ass intensifies. And then you can’t control yourself any longer. You cum. Your cry joins Raven’s as you release into the condom.
It’s too much. Your knees buckle and you fall forward against her, both of you crashing against the A-frame. Somehow it doesn’t fall. Your arms give way, letting her legs go free. Her head hangs against your shoulder and yours on hers.
It’s only when you lift your head that you see both Kailani and Cassie Li holding the A-frame up. Thank god someone saw what was going to happen. That was an injury in the making. You laugh in exhaustion before turning to look at Dr. Rousseau and her two proposed actors.
“Well,” says Camila. “I guess we’re keeping our old parts after all.”
“I’m certainly not sticking my tongue up someone’s asshole,” says Kiara. “Guess you can have the part, ‘Tyger’.”
Dr. Rousseau pauses. “She doesn’t project her voice as well as a trained actor,” she says at last.
You snort. “Seriously? THAT’S your objection. Of course she doesn’t, this is her first time. And that’s why you’re gonna work with her.”
Tabby emerges from behind Raven’s legs, licking her lips.
“I think I need some mouthwash,” she says. “Oh, and a new shirt. I kinda tore this one up.”
You look at her and shake your head. “Mouthwash yes, but you don’t need a shirt. Just wrap a sheet round you. Our house isn’t that far away.”
“Your house?”
“Of course,” you say. “You don’t think you’re gonna replace my leading lady without auditioning for her too, do you?”
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