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“Double or nothing, whoever knocks me up by closing time gets the bar too!” Old man Jenkins, eighty-two, shuffles forward with his walker and a grin full of dentures. “Been savin’ this load since ’98, baby girl.” I spread my legs, wink at the crowd, and the line forms again. Rusty’s doesn’t close for three more days and somewhere in the chaos my phone, dead on the floor, still has 400+ reactions frozen on a livestream that’ll live in Riverbend legend forever. I’m not pregnant but damn if I’m not the richest whore in three counties, swimming in cash, cum, and the kind of love you can only get from a town that bets on your fertility and still buys you breakfast.

His cock pressed hard against my ass through his pants. “Jax—someone could—” The video call ringtone exploded from his phone on the counter. Mom and Dad. FaceTime. My eyes went wide in panic. Jax didn’t stop. If anything his fingers sped up, curling perfectly against my g-spot while he answered with his other hand, tilting the phone so only his face showed. “Hey! How’s the cruise?” he said casually, his voice perfectly normal even as he pumped two fingers knuckle-deep inside his stepsister’s cunt.

The image showed a recharge receipt from a livestreaming platform: 20,000 dollars in "Starlight Value." The caption read clearly: [For my one and only Claire.] In the corner of the screenshot, a familiar app icon had accidentally slipped into view. It was the joint account we had opened specifically to prepare for our wedding. The comment section had already boomed. [Twenty thousand?! That's a serious number, bro… don't tell me that's for your wedding?] [@SimonLovesClaire Dude, does your fiancée know you just gave a streamer so many starlight points?]

My limbs were shaking, but I tried to not let the guys see it as Marlow pulled out his phone and went on the website. There was a weird and funny photo of Zeke mid sneeze with his eyes closed and his mouth all funky. The caption read, “I can’t believe I liked a guy who made me call him snuggle dragon during phone sex.” “Shit,” I said out loud. Miles and Marlow were full-on laughing now, although I could only hear Miles’ voice. “That’s not all. There’s a bunch of really embarrassing comments about him in the CS. I think she gathered around all her friends and the people he’s dated to drop comments about him.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

I’m already moving toward the bathroom, but Carm catches my wrist. I can’t hide my flinch. Depressed and half-paralyzed or not, bro’s still got a damn strong grip. “The fuck happened, Nick?” he repeats. I sigh, sinking back in my seat. “Just… Striga,” I excuse. “A fucking shit ton of Striga. Jim and Mikey are dead, gotta go tell their missuses at some point. And yeah, I survived, by hiding in a closet like a damn coward for an entire fucking… a long fucking time. There. Story over.”

Besides, I can’t afford to lose subscribers at this point. “Doing a stream tonight,” I type in. “At eight. Tune in.” I add some kisses on there and the men just lap it up. Soon enough, my comment gets likes from all my subscribers. Meanwhile, I’m looking at the interface to study it for a stream that I have to in approximately fifteen minutes, all the while wriggling into a skimpy plaid skirt and a sheer top. Then I start the stream.

“I'm hooked on your story.” He nodded. “Yeah, okay. So, my company, we…source for potential streamers to be in our limelight. We have quite the list signed under our platform officially, while the rest are…ordinary users. Queen Of Dawn is an ordinary user. No…guidance at all or connection to us in any way but her very first livestream blew up. She didn't have to say a lot. I believe…according to what my colleagues said, I uh- only saw clips of it later…” “Hm-hm,” I nodded.

HOLY FUCK MARRY HIM QUEEN SHIT $5K FOR A VIRGIN?? My heart slams into my ribs. Five thousand dollars. More than I make in a month of streaming. My mouth actually fell open. I lean closer to the camera, cheeks flushed for real now. “Oh my God… thank you, BigDaddyV. You just made this little virgin’s entire night.” I blow a trembling kiss. “You are so generous, Daddy.” The private message pops up immediately. BigDaddyV: End the stream. Now. The door is unlocked.

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