Tonya's private stream

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The chat begins

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"Why if it isn't my number one fan!" Tonya greets me when I appear on the private stream.

"In the virtual flesh.”

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She settles in at her desk, already dressed in her bright 80's clothing. It is a powder blue sweatshirt with the collar cut wide and skewed off of one shoulder.

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"Pardon me while I put my face on. I'm going to start a Twitch stream after this." She slides a plastic case closer to herself, then starts applying makeup with a round brush, looking off-camera into her mirror.

“So this is the special behind-the-scenes content your super fans are going to get?”

“You get an authentic conversation with your idol. Isn’t that enough?”

{if tonya_rundark=true}“Something more erotic would get me to donate faster.” Wait, wasn’t I recently chastising her when I thought she was trying to become a camgirl?

“And we have already established that you are a perv. But maybe my number one fan deserves a little more.” She blows me a kiss and winks. It’s not what I want, but I still like it.

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"I guess so. How was your trip?"

Tonya shrugs. "Fine. A bit boring, especially when I would prefer to get on Twitch instead."

"Did Lewis have a good time?"

"Who?"

"You know the guy you rode there and back with?"

"Oh... that guy. He didn't talk much. He looked irritated about something. I think he still has a grudge."

“About the divorce?” I am pretty sure Lewis had other things on his mind putting him on edge.

“Yeah.”

"Do you?"

"Hold a grudge? Pfft, it's all just whatever now, you know? We are all getting by alright. I have other things to think about.”

“Like streaming. World of Warcraft right?”

“Nah, I decided that was just a 'first look' kind of episode. I don’t want to commit to that long term. And it is too much to manage at once. Today it is going to be Minecraft. How hard could that be?”

"Sounds reasonable. Otherwise, how is you channel going so far?"

Tonya stops stippling long enough to look at the camera and sigh. "It isn't exactly going stratospheric, but I have some fans and a creep. And everyone has lots of advice...mostly on how to be like some other streamer, or how I should dress or do my hair.” She shakes her head in annoyance. “Not exactly the kind if help I need. It’s the technical stuff that I haven’t figured out yet. Even just keeping track of the chat and playing a game at the same time is harder than it looks. Then World of warcraft has guild politics and all that, too. So many goddamn buttons.”

I nod. "Yeah, I bet." I look at her outfit. {if tonya_pika = true}"Speaking of how you dress, you fill out that swimsuit very nicely."

"Thanks!" She gives me an anime-ass peace sign and a scrunched wink while bouncing in her chair. So kawaii. "What do you think? Should I wear this for the stream?"

I whistle, watching the way her breasts subtly change shape with each bounce. {if tonya_rundark=true} I slide a hand down and tease my hardening cock.{endif}{if Edge > 90} My heavy balls tingle with anticipation.{endif} "You are going to get a lot of new fans if you do that. You might need to beat them away with a stick."

She scans her room slowly. "No sticks long enough for the job here. You are the big stick guy anyway. You can beat them off for me."

"No way! I don't have time for more projects right now."

She gives me a sly grin like she knows I will do it for her if she melts me with her cuteness. It is like she is threatening me with mind control. I love it and I hate it.

{elseif tonya_skirt = true}Good thing she can't tell the way my eyes are glued to her chest. I can see a faint change of color where her pale skin turns to pink areola. She swivels her desk chair a little every now and then, causing the shadows of her stiff nipples to rotate across those yummy, hand-sized, delicious mounds...

"You are drooling, Warren." She shifts in the seat and tugs her shirt down, as if there was something wrong with how it was fitting. Her breasts squish playfully.

I stand corrected, maybe she can tell where I am staring. "You...aren't wearing that for the stream are you?" I ask, wiping my mouth.{if tonya_rundark=true} I slide a hand down and tease my hardening cock.{endif}{if Edge > 90} My heavy balls tingle with anticipation.{endif}

"This is just for you, my pervy friend. You didn't lay out any underwear, so..." she shrugs.

"It looks even better than I'd hoped."

"Thanks!" She pulls her arms in, squishing her tits toward each other, then spins the chair 360 degrees.

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"Different outfit this time? It looks cute on you."

"Thanks! I can probably get about ten 80's outfits if I mix and match. That won't last me very long. You know the second I wear the same one twice some asshole is going to point it out."

"Probably."

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Tonya moves on to eye makeup. She has to lean forward and out of frame to do it. Her neck and shoulder takes up the screen and I don't mind looking at it. "You know guys don't have to get themselves pretty for an hour before their streams. So not fair."

"Yeah, but it isn’t it worth it to gain the power to tie men's hearts into knots?"

Tonya stops and leans back to look at me. There is mischief in her eyes. "Is that what I do?"

"I am pretty sure it is." We both smirk at each other.

"Have I twisted your heart yet?"

I look down and pat my chest like I'm expecting to find a bullet wound. “I think I'm okay."

Tonya eyes me for a moment as if I am prey, then leans out of camera again to finish her eyes. After another minute she leans back again. "So. You still haven't told me how you knew about the porn video."

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