Sadie gets help from Louis

I’m not sure how long I sit panting in bed, waiting for the dream and its emotional effects to wear off, but soon enough Sarah is knocking at my door. “Sadie? You okay?”

I don’t have any idea how to answer. Yes? Yes, I’m okay because I’m breathing and just had a nightmare? No? No, I’m not okay because I’m a girl that’s played up being a sexy ditz in her first showing on the internet and is now dreaming of increasing fetishized dreams?

Finally, status quo wins out, as I don’t really want to talk about it. “Yeah. I’m fine. I’ll be out soon.”

I can hear Sarah pad off toward the kitchen as I swing my legs out of bed. The feeling of my breasts swaying with my body motion is going to take time to get used to, more so than the sight of them when I look down. Standing up, I head over to get my clean clothes out but remember that Sarah wanted to set up a morning rhythm similar to when Marley was there to work out. Instead, I put on some slippers and head out to join Sarah for some morning coffee.

Sarah is her normal cheerful self as she pours a couple cups. “Good morning. If you want to talk about what happened, I’m all ears. Otherwise, I’ll respect your choice and pretend I didn’t hear a blood curdling scream this morning. Anyway, let’s talk about your stream last night. How do you feel about it after a night’s sleep?”

I hold my coffee cup in both hands and take my time blowing on it and taking my first sip. “I think your first impression is indelible. And my first impression wasn’t what I wanted it to be.” I look up at Sarah to see if this impression is correct “But I take it that it’s more than what you wanted. Better.”

Sarah nods and doesn’t seem to be hiding anything. “Well, yeah. I thought one of the biggest things we were going to have to fight was you being sexy for your audience. It’s the key feature that will bring in the most money in the shortest period of time. And you did that. I think if you didn’t do anything else and just streamed in prime time, you’d get an audience of that size or bigger. That would be without any pushing from me or Louis.”

I interrupt, finally figuring out why her assessment was bothering me so much. “Yeah, but that’s because they’re going to expect the same thing they saw last night. I’m not sure I can do that again.”

Sarah’s response is simple and a little off-putting “Why not?”

I have to sit back for a moment and try to figure out if Sarah is being honest and doesn’t get why I can’t be that flirty sexy girl everybody saw, or she’s being sarcastic. “Well… because I…”

She interrupts and continues on so matter of factly “Because you’re not used to it. You would have had a few weeks to get used to it, but if we want to capitalize on what happened, then we have to speed that plan up. Assuming he’s okay with it, flirting with Marley will help. But at the earliest that’s tomorrow morning and we should really have you streaming again today. Now, you could always flirt with me. I know you find me attractive and could be that fun and flirty with me, but it would feed the wrong part of you. It’d feed the masculine side of you and make you come across more like Joey in friends.” Sarah adds a passable New York Italian accent “How you doin?”

Even though I’m still pretty far with being okay with any of this, I can’t help but giggle. Sarah takes that as a good sign and keeps going “Okay, so there’s two things that make flirting with me okay. One, I know that this is difficult for you and you know you could trust me on it. And two, you’re attracted to me. So how about we find someone that fits that bill. Someone you could direct your flirting to online that knows more about you. That would let your audience see you as that same flirty sexy girl while you’re working up to actually being that girl all the time. What do you think about that?”

I shrug my shoulders as I consider it. It’s not all that bad of an idea, but… “But who would we use? If I can’t flirt with you online then…”

I pause as Sarah’s smile has turned a little devious. “There was someone that you responded well to, even if you didn’t feel it yourself. You’ve already met him, he already knows you, and I’m absolutely sure he’d be willing to help.”

My face goes slack as there’s only one person that meets that description. “Louis? You want me to flirt with Louis?”

“Think about it. He’s already met you in person. He’s obviously attracted to you… but then again, who wouldn’t be… but he’s seen you as being nervous. We can reach out, tell him that you’re going to flirt with him online as practice, and that he can even respond in kind if he wants. Maybe we could even get something today. I think he saw that he normally does a chat in the early afternoon. We could ask if he’d bring his audience over to ‘chat with the new girl’.”

As much as I hate to admit it, Sarah’s plan makes sense. Someone I’ve met, someone that knows I’m not comfortable, someone that might help me. It’s terrible, but it’s the best idea out there. Especially if we stick to Sarah’s timeline and continue streaming today. I finally shrug my shoulders and nod. “Fine. But I’ll reach out to him.

Sarah interjected saying she should be the one to reach out, but finally relented when it became obvious that I really wanted to do it. Or at least really felt that I needed to do it.

After having a fruit bowl for breakfast, I cleared out a little space in the living room and did the stretches Marley had taught me. Once I was limbered up, I had to embarrassingly climb over Sarah’s lap and get another injection before finally showering. Sarah laid out some clothes and we had a little argument over them. I completely balked at the tube top and we settled on a cute low cut cami that showed off a bit of my belly. As she backed down on the tube top, I let her ‘win’ and wore the daisy dukes. At least I didn’t have to have stockings on with them.

When I was finally dressed and had my makeup ready, I sat at my computer and reached out and sent Louis a DM through Instagram. A few messages later and we were video chatting. He looked like he had just fallen out of bed. Which also means he looked like he was ready for a game stream. He immediately controlled the conversation, letting me know how much he enjoyed watching me stream, saying repeatedly that he was surprised I was so good at not only gaming, but narrating the gaming and not just sexing up the stream.

I took his compliments in stride, honestly happy that he was impressed. Even before losing my old life, I’d respected his streaming and knowing that he was impressed with me was very gratifying. We finally came around to the point of the conversation. I tried to just push through and ask what I wanted, but my nerves still showed up as I hemmed and hawed while asking him if I could have him join my chat stream this afternoon so that I could have someone I’m comfortable streaming with and flirting with.

His smile was cocky, but in a good way. “So, let me get this right. The new hot girl wants me to join her chat because she’s not comfortable flirting with an audience. All the sex appeal you had on display last night was because you thought you weren’t live and you’re nervous about doing it in front of others. AND, you think that having me there will calm those nerves and let you be sexy. Do I have that?”

Quietly I nod my head. “Yeah, that’s about right. Look, if you don’t want to, I’d completely…”

Louis’ response stops me in my tracks. “That sounds like it would be a lot of fun. Helping you out would just be icing on the cake. But I have one condition. I’ll bring my audience, but a lot of them won’t come so they’ll feel jilted. I need you to join me on my stream.”

He agreed? Just like that? I feel a little stunned that it didn’t take more convincing on my part. Evidently my hesitation looked like something else to Louis though. “Hey, I know you have to develop your audience and I don’t want to get in the way of that. Let’s do it this weekend so you have the rest of the week to establish yourself. Okay?”

Not wanting him to think I’m conniving or not appreciative I respond with maybe a little more excitement than I intended. “Yeah, that sounds great Louis. I’d love to stream with you on your channel!”

Louis seems happy with the arrangement, and we work out the details of my first chat later this afternoon. Sarah is happy with how it went and goes over some tips with me on how to keep the audience engaged and reminds me that we’re still just establishing an audience and not looking for incentives or payments.

After a light lunch I shoo Sarah away, saying that I have to get used to setting myself up. Once the lights are on and I have my streaming software running I double check the clock and send out the blast to my subscribers that I’ll be chatting in ten minutes.

When the time comes I take several deep breaths and hit the macro key that starts everything. My ring light turns on, my camera starts broadcasting, the stream starts, and another blast is sent out that I’m now live. With my ‘camera’ smile on I start just chatting about the game last night, knowing that most of the audience will have seen me then. It only takes fifteen minutes for the audience to swell fifty active viewers before Louis joins the chat.

I make a big deal about him entering, welcoming him and letting everybody know we’d met in person. Louis, to his credit, says he swept me off my feet and that it was the best day he’s had in a long time. That gets the chat rolling with questions as I cover my giggle up with one hand. Looking at the chat I pick out some easy questions and then just imagine Louis there and answering them for him. I follow what Sarah suggested and imagine Louis and I sitting in the mall and trying to be like the other girls in the food court, chatting and just being happy and flirty with her boyfriend.

The questions come in several flavors. The first flavor, and the easiest to answer, were questions about me. About what games I liked, about how long I’ve been gaming, about what I do outside of streaming. I go with the story Sarah and I had set up. It was easy to stay within that fiction as it was close to my own life. I had a single parent, mother swapped in for my dad, and a brother. My brother’s gaming got me interested at a young age, which was true even though he was younger than me, and I’d watched some of the bigger streamers at first just to learn the games and then realized that watching them was more fun than the games they were playing. All true. I answered that I was going to college and shyly kept away from saying what college I was attending. Louis was great as he’d pipe in occasionally which reminded me to be the girly girl and not fall into my own real past.

The second flavor was a surprise to me. They were questions about Louis and me. Once they had our full history, which of course didn’t take much to cover, there were a lot of hypothetical questions. What games would we play together? What roles would we take in each game? Would we meet up in person again? Would we play games on each other’s streams? These were a little more difficult to be flirty with as I felt like I was setting up more future interaction with Louis than I intended. I didn’t want to just be dragged along on his coat tails.

The third flavor of questions was the ones Sarah tried to prepare me for, but still caught me off guard. Sex questions. Or worse, sexist questions. What computer parts did I use as sex toys? Would I show off my vibrator to the chat? Have Louis and I fucked? Did a past boyfriend get me into streaming by blowing him while he played? How slutty was I? If they paid enough, would I take off my top? Most of these questions were outright ignored. Sarah had said that acknowledging them would encourage more and that the chat would completely devolve into a sex chat and not even be about me.

Time flies by and after the initial worry about what I look like and having to remind myself over and over how to act, I finally settle into a fun rhythm. It’s an act as I don’t chat like this, but it’s a fun act, especially with Louis there playing along. When I look down and see we’re in the last few minutes of the chat and that even though I made no requests there have been $70 in tips, I decide to make at least one push. After all, a streamer that isn’t actively asking for money is a streamer with an agenda. At least that’s how I looked at it.

Looking into the camera I put on what I hope is a sly smile. “Okay boys, I have to go but I want to answer one last question. BUT, I want to answer a real burning question. Something that someone just NEEDS to be answered. So, whoever tips the most in the next sixty seconds, gets their question answered. Any question!”

By the time I put up the countdown graphic I already see tips coming in. $5. $8. $10. $15. $17. $19. Up and up and up they go. I’m absolutely shocked that by the time the counter stops, the top tip is for $86. It had added up so fast. With the previous $70 in tips I had just under $1,500 in tips! Almost all of it tipped with the hope of me answering a question!!

Looking down I see that the tip came in from an audience member that joined during the countdown. MdeVoltaire. “Okay boys, if I’d know there was such a desire to ask me questions, I’d have set up an AMA. But there’s only one winner and this time it’s MdeVoltaire. Hmm… Voltaire? Is this another way you want to be anonymous? Afterall Voltaire was the nom de plume of François-Marie Arouet? But we’ll keep the anonymity of Voltaire for now. What’s your question Voltaire?”

I keep my smile on even as I inwardly cringe. The problem with being comfortable was slipping into myself and knowing Voltaire’s pseudonym, let alone Voltaire himself, wasn’t exactly the bubbly bimbo personality I was trying to push. Voltaire’s question pops up and surprises me.

‘Are you really interested in PrinceLouisLove, or is this just an act?’

I buy myself some time, feeling that the anonymous question hit a little close to home. “Really? That’s the burning question you have? Not my bra size or color of lipstick or sexual fantasy?” I inwardly cringe as I see the chat start populating with guesses at my questions… D cup, passion pink, and being tied up and gaming while giving head, being the main guesses. “Are you sure Voltaire?”

When there’s nothing more said from the questioner I smile and put my face into my own hands, cupping my cheeks, trying to balance everything that needs to happen…. Further establishing my interest in men, keeping both Louis and his audience interested, being more bubbly than academic… “Well, the short answer is that yes, I’m really interested in Louis. I mean, what girl wouldn’t be. He’s big, tall, strong, and dreamy. He has deep soul searching eyes, that sexy voice, and held me up like I weighed nothing. Being in his arms felt really special and made me feel safe. But it’s more than that. He, like, gets me. He came here to help me when he could have said no, or made me come and chat with him on his channel. He doesn’t make me feel like an object. So… like… yeah. I’m interested in him. No act.”

I let out a long sigh, take a moment to re-collect my thoughts and smile at the camera. “Okay, that’s it for now. I’ll try to stream later tonight. Probably more Boulder Port 4. You let me know if you want it with or without mods. I’ve been playing with a fun anime one!”

I lean closer to the camera and give my practiced smile as I give a blowing kiss to my audience. “Until then… Au revoir mes amours!”