Getting online

She knocked on Maisy’s door and Maisy answered it. Maisy checked her out. “Damn, you look great. You’ll be a hit. Come in,” said Maisy, pulling Helen inside.

Maisy was also wearing shorts but hers were denim and probably a little shorter. Her top showed less cleavage but showed her tummy. She went straight back to a corner of the room that was lit with led lights and a couple of bright flat panels. She had two screens with a game on one and a lot of text was scrolling past on the other. “Hi, I’m back. I’m going to take a break from the game and change to just chatting for a bit. A friend of mine has come to visit.” Maisy beckoned to her and pulled up a cajon box for her to sit on.

Nervously Helen came and sat down. “What’s going on?”

“I’m live streaming. I was playing a game but since you are here we can just chat for a bit.”

“Are we recording a video?” asked Helen noticing the camera.

“Chat. Be nice. This is Helen and she is a bit sheltered and new to this so we are going to walk her through it.” I’m live streaming me playing a game on the internet and people watch. Look, there’s the preview.”

Helen looked and saw an image of the two of them sitting together. The camera was positioned quite high so it was pointing down and showed off quite a lot of their bodies and especially Helen’s chest. She was about to get self-conscious but Maisy distracted her by continuing the explanation. “People chat with me and can pay money for things like me writing their name on me.” She indicated her thighs which had black pen writing on them. She then indicated the chat text which was shooting past with writing. ‘Who’s the babe?’, ‘Is she your girlfriend’ and ‘Momma milkies’. “Say hello to Helen chat.” The text then saying ‘Hello Helen’, ‘Hi’, ‘I wanna dive in those head first’. “Say hello to the chat.”

Maisy directed her to the camera and Helen waved. “Hello Maisy’s internet friends,” she said cheerfully.

The chat burst into things like ‘Hello’, ‘So cute’, ‘Adorable’ and ‘I’m melting from sweetness’

Kat explained a bit more then said “They are all asking if you are a streamer too?”

“No, I’m too old. I’m thirty.” The chat flooded with the word ‘MILF’.

“You bunch of degenerates. Don’t be mean to this precious angel,” chided Maisy.

“What does milf mean?”

“Chat, now look what you have done.”

‘Innocent’, ‘So pure’, ‘Don’t sully the angel’

“I’ll tell you before they do,” said Maisy. “It means, Mother I’d like to fuck.”

“Oh my but I don’t have any children.”

The chat went wild.

Maisy laughed. “Your innocence is driving them all crazy and for some reason, there are more people in here than normal. I wonder why that is?” she said, looking at Helen’s chest.”

“Maisy, not in front of the chat.”

The chat went wild again.

“Fine,” said Maisy as she started to type on the keyboard. New redeems but for Helen this time. All of the numbers she put on were higher than on the ones she had for herself. “There, now I will write your name on her body parts.”

Instantly there was a noise and a name flashed up with animation. Maisy got Helen to hold out her arm and she wrote the person’s name on it. Maisy muted the microphone “Do me a favour. Just hang out for a bit and watch me play. I’ll make a bomb and it’s great for my subs count.”

Helen agreed. Over the course of the next couple of hours they chatted, Maisy played and occasionally she would write on Helen. She also kept asking for things that were on the bottom shelf behind her so Helen would bend down to get them. They were useless objects and Maisy’s chat enjoyed goading her on to take advantage of the innocent woman.

She kept playing little stricks on Helen. She got her to try and touch her elbows behind her back. The chat went berserk when she declared that she couldn’t do it but showed that she could around the front. She tricked her into making an ahegao face and would ask her to get up from time to time to do things knowing full well it just showed off Helen’s body.

Towards the end, Maisy said, “They all want to know your social media.”

“I’m sorry chat but I don’t have any.”

“Okay, then we will just have to make her one.” Maisy threw up a poll to decide what she should sign up for and Instagram won.

Maisy snagged Helen’s phone and made the account. She took a picture of the two of them and put up her first post. Within seconds she was getting notifications that people were following her. “Do the funny face and give me a double peace sign,” said Maisy and Helen stuck out her tongue and looked up like she had last time. Maisy added the picture. She now had over thirty new follows.

They wrapped up the stream and Maisy relaxed in her chair. “That was amazing. I have never had that many people in my chat before. I made bank today.” she looked at Helen’s chest. “I don’t have your natural assets for bringing in the customers. Maybe I should get a boob job.”

They hung out for a bit but as time was getting on Helen needed to head home. It took a lot of explaining to Mike as to what had happened to her and a lot of washing to get the pen marks off.