Sadie agrees to model with Marley

I don’t say more as I’m not sure if Marley has even moved into being angry yet. I’m fairly sure he wouldn’t take me calling his ex-girlfriend a bitch very well. Instead, I try to get him out of the too personal and ask about the other side of their relationship he hinted at earlier. Again, his answer is surprisingly detailed. “Why professionally? Well, we weren’t exactly business partners, but we’d been working on a business model for a new gym. I met her by being her trainer, much like I am with you. She really loved my methods, saying that the way I touched her and moved with her made the exercise routines much more impactful. And if you think about it, it’s true. If someone is turned on or physically aroused, their heart rate will increase, they’ll sweat more, and their breathing will grow deeper. Add that into an exercise routine, whether its stretching, balance, muscle, or cardio based, and you’ll get an increased benefit.”

Marley looks off into the corner, obviously getting lost in his memories. At the same time, he wraps an arm around me and holds me close. “We didn’t have an official name but were calling it Intimate Touch Gym. ITG. Opening a new gym is tough, especially when it’s narrowly focused. But we talked to some businesspeople and found some people willing to invest into it. At least discuss investing in it. But now that whole idea is gone.”

I run that fine line between still flirting with Marley and talking about what’s happened with him. I’d certainly rather sit across from him, but if I’m here and in for a penny, I may as well suck it up and be in for a pound. Instead of shrugging off his arm, I shift my weight and snuggle closer to him. At the very least, closer contact will convey the honest concern I have for him. “That’s awful Marley. But I don’t understand. Why is the whole idea gone? Why can’t you still talk to the investors?”

Marley squeezes me and turns so that he can kiss the top of my head. I feel a blush color my cheeks, realizing just how intimate we’re being. It’s nothing overtly sexual. It’s not like he’s touching me and arousing me or even hinting at a sexual position like so many of the stretches and yoga poses do. But here we are, sitting on the couch together, snuggled up together like a true couple. Like boyfriend and girlfriend. And the kiss to my hair, while not sexual, was most certainly affectionate. I blink once hard and make myself focus on what he’s saying and not go full on gooey eyed like some love sick girl. “We had a few offers. Understand, these are investors that know about the gym business and are willing to invest in a small, specialized gyms. Most people don’t have the stomach for that. We turned down two offers so that we could focus on the most promising one. A big guy out of Vegas. Well, Gretchen and I were going to film a promotional video and send it to him. If he liked it, it earned us an in-person meeting. It was really just a formality, but he asked for it and I agreed to it. But we haven’t filmed it yet. Now, when I can’t deliver that video to him in a couple days, I’ll have broken my word. And because I already told the other investors no, it will be doubly hard to get them to agree to another meeting.”

Looking up at him, I can see that this means a lot to Marley as he’s on the verge of tears. My heart really opens up for him. It’s not the same thing, and honestly not even really all that close, but his situation makes me think of how I felt when I saw my apartment burning up. All my hopes and dreams were going up in flames and if Sarah hadn’t been there to bail me out, I’d have lost everything. But here? Now? I could be that help. I could be Marley’s Sarah. “So, you need someone to film a promotional video with. A woman who’s been through your routines and won’t flinch or look awkward while your hands are on her, right?”

Marley nods. His voice is gruff when he says simply “Yeah, that’s right.”

And just like that, my problems are gone because I can focus on someone else’s problems. And better than that, I can solve them. “Then you don’t have a problem Marley. You tell me when and where, and I’ll film that promotional video with you!”

I can see what I say being processed inside Marley’s head. He blinks once, not getting it. He blinks again, with understanding making its way around the corner. By the time he turns and looks at me, his smile just forming over his lips, he gets it. “You’d do that for me? Make a video and let the investor see it? You’d go with me to a meeting and let him see a session in person? You’re amazing Sadie, Thank you!”

Just as Marley pulls me in for a tight, very tight, hug I feel his phone buzz. By the time he lets go of me he’s looking from his phone to outside the window. “Oh, here’s my ride. I’ll call you tomorrow with the details. Thank you so much Sadie, you’ve saved my bacon and I’ll owe you big time!”

Marley stands and strides out of the house, looking like he’s walking on clouds. And while I’m happy that I could make him feel so good, I can’t help but focus on what exactly he said. Speaking to the empty room, I feel my stomach shift downward, “Go to a meeting and let the investor see a session? Let someone watch Marley touch me intimately… live? Fuck.”

I take a few minutes and finally decide that I’m not going to let something that might not even be that bad ruin the fact that I’ve finally got to step in and help someone. We can always talk about the details tomorrow. Besides, it’s not like I was a part of the business plan, I was just a model. A female model, which will still sit strange, but a model none the less.

When I feel I’m able to get my day going again, I re set up the living room and pack away all my gym gear. After picking out a cutesy outfit, I step into the shower and get nice and clean. I still find it strange that between my skin care routine, my various soaps and lotions and oils, and the fact that I’m not even washing my hair every day, my shower is still four times as long as it was when I was just Nick. And yet, I still feel like I was more relaxed when I was done showering then as opposed to now.

With the towel up around my breasts, I step into my room and do my makeup and hair. Being Friday, I go with a very simple makeup and hairstyle as I like the contrast between the day’s streaming and the evening’s stream. Daytime social media always hints at the night, so I make sure to take some close-up photos of my putting on my blush, making sure the photo hints at the fact that I’m only wearing a towel, and post it to my social media accounts with the tag “Getting ready for date night!”

When my face and hair are looking nice, I slip into my tight white crop top and tennis skirt. I still love how the tennis skirt is the perfect combination of tight and sexy and still being an ‘everyday’ piece of clothing. It’s tight, yet it gives me room to still be in my cage. It’s incredibly short, but with its built-in shorts it won’t lead to any wardrobe malfunctions. It’s perfect. After I add some matching jewelry, I set up a couple social media posts and then check out some streams. I don’t start one of my own, but I join one of Louis’ streams of him playing Amidst Us, and tease him nonstop that the little blue guy is the alien invader. There are a few people in the chat that try to convince Louis that I’m lying, but at the end of the game he accuses little blue and loses when little yellow murders him. I laugh and attach the animated gif of me making my kissy face sign off before logging off and making some lunch.

Sarah steps in for lunch and I share an only partially burned grilled cheese sandwich with her before she returns to her daily streaming. Knowing that I have some extra time I make a plan for next week. Since I’ve set up a schedule, these plans are really getting quite easy.

I still leave Saturdays and Sundays open. If I feel like a random stream or even just logging in and watching Sarah or Louis or someone else stream, I do so. But otherwise I don’t make streaming plans for the weekend. Mondays are always grab bag days. I either log in early and let the chat decide what I’m going to stream, or as I’ve done for the past couple weeks, set up a social media post with some ideas that everybody can vote on. This time I set up a poll that will go out Monday morning, giving my audience the choice between talking about clothes shopping, talking about belly button rings, or playing some semi competitive Valiant. The clothes or belly button ring will win hands down, but I always like to put a game in as an option.

Tuesdays I’ve set aside for serious gaming. As I’m not even halfway through Alan Wake-Up 2, I’ll just play that. I double check my order and see that my Alan Wake-Up t-shirt should be delivered on Monday, so I’ll be able to wear it for Tuesday’s stream.

Wednesdays are goofy days. Quaryknack seems to be winning for now, but the new Zombie mod for Call of Battlefield 4 comes out soon and that might get it back into the rotation. Thursday is another audience special, and I’ll probably see how the week goes before deciding on options. If nothing else, I’ll just log in early and open it up to suggestions.

But Fridays are always special. Ever since I started playing the dating sims, I have a very special but very loyal set of fans that want to see me go out on dates. I try to play it up for them and make it more than me just playing the game. I make it ‘Date Night’ between me and the audience. I get dressed up for it, I change the lighting in my room to a moodier atmosphere, I dress up, I put on more sexy dramatic makeup and even try out new hairstyles and outfits. I still play the dating sim games, but I let the audience do most of the choices, and then act out their choices as best I can.

They absolutely eat it up and Fridays have become my most profitable night of the week. I barely have to make a plea for tips as the guys just keep sending them in. Last week, when I told them I’d take off my top and let them see my bra if my tips got high enough, I swear I laughed out loud. I even told them it was a full sports bra that wouldn’t show anything off, but the tips kept coming in. That tip spree easily paid for my belly button ring, two new outfits, and helped establish me paying my monthly bills regularly to Sarah.

With the week’s plan in place on my calendar, and a couple extra social media posts queued up, I log in and start a chatting stream. When I was in high school I followed most sports. When I came to this university, I really focused on football since the school was big enough and had a good enough program that it was always in contention for the conference title if not the national playoff. I did the same with basketball, but accepted that our basketball team was really, really bad. The first-time sports came up in one of my online streams as Nicholas tha Great, I skipped over it as I didn’t think it would get enough audience retention. When it came up in my first chatting stream as Princess BabyDoll, it surprised me as I didn’t imagine the audience would want to hear a girl talk about sports. Especially the girly girl bimbo type I played on TV. And I was right because the more I talked about the whole SEC bias and the ACC’s quarterbacks, the more audience I lost. But then Sarah pointed something out. Most guys, even the audience I gather and collect, like to talk about sports. They just don’t like having a girl that looks as good as me be knowledgeable.

The next chatting session I tried something new. I let the conversation of sports come up, but I played dumb. Not like completely unknowing of sports, but I’d talk about the teams’ colors more than their offensive or defensive lines. I’d swoon over team mascots and photos of the players more than I’d talk about their stats. And most of all, I’d make sure to show interest in what THEY said about the sports, even if I knew that they were downright wrong. And they ate it up.

So often, when I don’t have a specific plan, but know that I should be showing my face online, I’ll see if the room wants to talk about sports. And that’s how I spent the afternoon talking about how much I liked the burnt orange of the Texas Longhorns and how the quarterback at Michigan was just too cute. Conversations like this didn’t earn me really big bucks, but it’s what Sarah and I called brand building. It let my audience see my flirty nature outside of the normal subjects like games and fashion and dating.

When I finally got the guys in the room to chant ‘Go Blue’ for my love of the Michigan quarterback, even the Ohio State fan that was lurking most of the time, I told them to all come back for my date night and logged off.

With that done, I lay out my date night clothes, pick out a new hairstyle, and move into the kitchen to make dinner. When Sarah doesn’t join me, I pull out my tablet and check her streams. Even though I can see the light glowing from under the garage door, letting me know she’s in her double studio, she’s not logged into any of her normal platforms. No Tremble, UsTube, Coffee and Cream, FaceDeck Streaming, or Mobrush. Even her social media posts stopped as of a couple hours ago.

With a shrug, I finish up my meal and push Sarah’s absence into the mystery pile of my head. I can’t explain where she is all the time, and it’s really starting to bother me. As much as I’d like to know how she still earns way more than me, even though she streams for far less time than I do, I can’t focus on it now. Tonight is all about date night!