Someone assertive, experienced, and fuck I just described my ex

Doing this out loud made me wonder if people would still become porn addicts if they had to embarrass themselves, stating all of their search criteria out loud. Then again, it seemed the answer was "yes," based on the popularity of Voy-R. I decided to try to keep my decisions to just what would help me with my mission to investigate Voy-R. "I want to watch someone confident and outgoing with a decent record, the type of person who will talk directly to their fan-base without needing a lot of money to do so. A girl, obviously; someone who could kind of mentor me and tell me more about how they got successful inside the Cosm."

"Anything else to go on?" En-Voy questioned, smiling expectantly.

I told her that was really all I cared about.

"Really? Hm... Big boobs or small ones?"

"Big boobs. Wait! I answered without thinking," I complained, trying to shake the lewd image of a stranger exposing her sizeable rack out of my head.

"Big boobs it is! And butt?"

"... Well, I mean, if they're going to have big tits, it'd be kind of a shame if we didn't balance it out," I responded honestly.

The angel chuckled, then continued sarcastically while flipping around the papers on her clipboard. "Big boobs, big butt! Luckily, we've got a large range of assertive gals with those highly specific qualifications." Once she was done teasing me, she waved her hand through the air, then brought up so many profiles, circling the air around me, that they nearly coated the walls of my room. "These are women meeting those qualifications within the New York City area. More than you thought, huh? Should we narrow it down a little?"

"No..." I muttered, already dizzy from the staggering wealth of options for busty ladies to pick from. "Just pick one for me. Whoever's the closest."

"Closest by proximity? I should warn you: you might be surprised if I pick out someone you know. Is that okay?"

"Listen, I don't get out much," I answered honestly; my pasty, white, goth-girl skin ought to make that evident. "It's pretty unlikely you're going to hit up anybody that I already know."

"That sounds like a challenge!" En-Voy laughed jokingly... or at least, I hoped it was a joke. Soon enough, she floated upward towards my ceiling fan, then reached out to snag one of the profiles drifting through the air. "Here we go. Very nice tits, very nice booty, with a sexy tan and tattoos like yours. This is one of our regulars! You're going to love her~"

I wet my lips with anticipation, suddenly feeling jitters. I'd never really masturbated in front of anyone before, but that's exactly what I felt like I was preparing to do, with En-Voy watching me run over and close my blinds for double security. I ran to the entrance of my apartment and locked the door, then tested it. I sighed with relief and turned around... only to meet with the digitally constructed, lifelike face of an exhibitionist, already in the process of doing what they do best.

The only problem: I did indeed know this girl. It was my ex!

The tan, tattooed comment ought to have tipped me off. Her name's Megan and at this point, her appearance was about the only part of her I still cared for. Her long, black hair, dyed red at the tips, fluttered all the way down around the curve of her waist and her gorgeous, Latina body was mostly exposed, all the way down to a black, tight-fitting workout top and immodest thong underwear. The garment showed off the ridiculous curvature of her ass in a way that immediately caused me to miss our old relationship and her thong was so scant, I could make out the neat trim of her black pubic hair. I imagined a lot of other folks could too; digital hearts floated all around, representing other viewers, and they were focused with particular density around her ass, which she excitedly twerked at the crowd with her hands resting upon the length of a huge barbell set.

What had been my room had transformed completely so that it looked like a piece of a gymnasium, separated off where real objects and walls were by lines of blue network grids. It was as if a chunk of the real world had been cut out and I'd been set adrift upon it with just En-Voy and Megan's jiggling butt for company.

Megan was a lot more fit than me, but I still got the sense that huge barbell was just a prop, rather than something she intended to use. Despite grinning at me and biting her lip, she didn't seem to recognize me at all; I probably still had the default avatar on. That was for the best; the falling out between us had been pretty bad and it hadn't really healed for either of us yet, or so I thought. I'd never actually seen her do anything like this in our time living together... When had she done it? Where, for that matter? I slowly began to put the pieces together... "All those times she said she was going out to the gym-" I muttered dumbly to myself, then trailed off, allowing En-Voy to finish.

"Yep! Meg here is one of our regular exhibitionists and she's been doing it for a while, indeed. She's very popular! This gym's her favorite place to get her freak on," the angel explained, watching my ex-lover's ass shake back and forth in a hypnotic sway.

"G-Get her freak on? Like... she has sex while she's broadcasting in the Cosm?" I asked, feeling growing irritation. If she'd been doing this for a long time, that meant she'd been doing it during our relationship. That would mean she'd been cheating on me and I'd been completely blind to it.

"No, actually. Just these kinds of strip shows and self-diddling. I'm sure people would tune in, if she did find a lucky lady! Hey... maybe this'll be the thing that brings you back together?" En-Voy questioned with a clueless smile.

I returned her expression with a bitter, narrow one. This explained it all... the break-up had happened when I started pushing and pushing on the Voy-R leads. She'd called me obsessed and gotten so pissed with me. I thought it was just because I'd gotten a little crazy with it, but now I understood the true cause: Megan was a Voy-R addict. Her rating's so high and she's gotten so many viewers. When she heard that I opposed their surveillance and I wouldn't let it go, she probably felt threatened. She probably even worried what I'd do once I found out... My feelings were a mixture of anger at her for not being more open with me and anger at myself for not realizing she had that addiction.

That wasn't the only thing I was feeling. As Megan turned to plop her plump bottom upon the weight lifting bench, then lifted her shirt, allowing her huge, round breasts to spill out from the sports top, sweat ran down each inch of her golden brown skin. I felt a level of arousal that I hadn't since we slept together. Maybe even more than when we had slept together.

I always got the feeling she thought I was a cold fish in bed. No wonder! She's so hot and she performs for huge audiences like this... If I'd known...

What would I have done? I don't think I'd have gotten mad. Rather, I think I would have stepped up my game...

Before I knew what was happening, I was sitting on the bed next to En-Voy, tentatively rubbing the front of my sweatpants while watching my overqualified ex-lover swing her bouncing breasts for a big crowd. I tried to refocus on my mission, although I found it difficult to ignore the spectacle. I'd discovered that Megan would indeed be a pretty good target to investigate; as a veteran and someone I know, she could conceivably help me follow leads. However, to do so, I would need to conceal my identity. I couldn't reveal my name or face to me, or she'd know why I was asking those questions and she'd probably kick me out of her session.

"En-Voy," I asked, turning to look at her while still ridiculously grinding myself through the fabric of my pants. "What's the right way to get the attention of an exhibitionist, when you're a voyeur?"

"Glad you asked! Usually, the best way is to pay your way into it. Some broadcasters will set up options you can redeem for specific cash values. In her case, however, she has an auction."

"... An auction," I gulped finally ceasing my jerky hand motions. I could already feel my wallet aching. "What is she auctioning?"

"There's a couple of prizes you can win. Let's see... There's one where you get to lick her sweat. There's one where you get to grope her tits. There's one where you stick your face in her ass-"

"E-Enough already! Geez... I thought you said she wasn't having sex with people here?!" I chastised the digital fairy.

"It's not really sex. There's not one where they stick anything in her pussy, after all. Doesn't that feel kind of good? It actually means you've gotten a little farther with her than anyone else here!" En-Voy encouraged me.

... It actually did feel kind of good. In fact, I felt weirdly proud of it, as I studied the familiar snake-pattern tattoos tracing my former lover's body. It felt so good that I forgot to question how En-Voy was aware of those specific details of our intimacy. For now, I refocused my head on one thing: how should I get my opportunity to interact with her? Should I bid on whatever the cheapest option was and hope that I managed to win? Should I bid on something expensive and hope the price would ward off other bidders? Or should I bite the bullet and just send her a message, using my real name? She'd probably speak to me, but it wouldn't be a very easy conversation...