The phantom masses require greater heights than these.

“Holy shit! My stream is absolutely on fire right now! I’m up to 50k viewers. You, fine lady, are excellent for my career.”

This apparently motivated her to throw in her own ideas, and she sashayed her ass side to side at a seductively slow speed. Whenever she stopped making a fool of herself and turned around, she’d see how hard she made his cock. She’d either like it or it would sketch her out, and it didn’t matter to him which it was.

“We got ourselves a little show!” he exclaimed to his imaginary audience.

While she kept moving her hips for all she was worth, a new message appeared on his phone.

You found the 1st Key! Beth Decker has willingly degraded herself for free to horny men on the Internet. Or so she thinks. Rank 2 benefits will display shortly.

Alright, give me something good you shitty thing. I coulda got this far myself.

Beth Decker, Rank 2
-Beth will put the closed sign on the door if you give her a reason.
-If you make an account on Twitch, and your stream will be unbannable as long as the only woman shown is Beth. As long as you stay within the parameters of your Rank, the authorities will not get involved.
-Beth will put up with seeing you masturbate, even if it scares her. She won’t put up with it if the store is still open.

This felt like pieces of a sick puzzle, and it excited him. However, the first puzzle wasn’t much of a challenge.

It took him 2-3 minutes to make a Twitch account and start streaming while Beth gyrated. The idea of streaming all the things he was about to do to her filled him with a twisted self satisfaction. As long as the view count got high enough, she wouldn’t be able to help herself. And once her Rank got high enough, no one would be able to help her.

In the meantime, he needed to think of something to make her close the store. This uniform sucked for sex appeal, even with her tight pants. Maybe he could convince her to take it off.

He leaned close to her, careful not to rub his dick on her just yet, and whispered in her ear. “Hey listen... what’s your name?”

“Beth.”

“Yeah, good. Okay listen Beth. We’re on the verge of absolutely blowing up with views, and I know I want them pretty damn bad. How about you?”

She tried to act aloof, but he knew she was loving the attention. “It’s you channel not mine. What do I care?”

“I feel you on that, but you’re missing the bigger picture babe.”

“Don’t call me babe. I don't even know you dude.”

“Fine, fine. You’re the boss.” A laughable idea. “But hear me out. My channel had like 20k viewers tops before you showed up. Now I’m up to 50k and rising. You don’t care about my channel, that’s fine. Don’t blame you at all. Think about your own channel though.”

“I don’t even have a channel. I’m not good looking enough...”

“You kidding me? Beth, you’re pulling these dudes in like honey on a trap. Here’s what I’m thinking. We collab on my channel tonight, have a good time chilling with all these new fans, and then BAM! My channel gets a big boost, and at the end of the stream we debut your channel, and I collab with you over there tomorrow night to seal the deal. Then you can quit this crap ass job and make a fuck load of money showing your cleavage and wearing cat ear headphones or some shit.”