Chapter 12: The Live Stream Setup
The hum of the cooling fan was the only regular sound in the room. Beyond it came the shallow, synchronized breathing of three people waiting, and the violent chatter of a keyboard from Catriona’s laptop as the subscriber chat scrolled upward at a dizzying speed.
Suki stood at the center of the room, the sheer black fabric of her bodysuit clinging to every dip and curve. The LED light bathed her dark skin in a soft, almost angelic glow, so at odds with the intent of the evening. Her heart wasn’t just beating; it felt like it was tap-dancing against her ribs. She glanced at the monitor. The subscriber count wasn’t just climbing. It was launching into orbit.
“Okay, you two. Breathe,” Catriona said, her voice a low, calm anchor. She was perched on the edge of Suki’s dressing stool, dressed in simple black lace panties and a matching bralette, her auburn hair piled messily atop her head. She looked like a director on opening night. “They’re here for a show. We’re here to give them one. And to have fun. Remember the fun part.”
Aidan let out a slow breath from where he leaned against the doorframe. The grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, and he’d rolled the sleeves of his henley up to his elbows, exposing forearms corded with quiet tension. He caught Suki’s eye and offered a small, lopsided smile. It wasn’t the easy grin from the kitchen. This was something tauter, more aware. “Fun,” he echoed, the word a dry rasp.
“We’re going live in ten,” Catriona announced, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “Top tipper in the first thirty seconds gets to call the first… interaction. They’ve been saving up all week for this.”
Suki closed her eyes. She could feel the ghost of his hands from the last shoot, the memory of his weight, his smell. It’s just a performance, she told herself, but the lie was flimsy and transparent. The cameras, the chat, Catriona’s watchful gaze—it all made it hyper-real, a pressure cooker of anticipation.
“And… live.”
A different energy entered the room. Invisible, but palpable. The awareness of thousands of eyes now fixed on them through the lenses. Catriona turned to the main camera, her playful smile effortlessly in place. “Welcome, you beautiful degenerates. You’re looking at a very exclusive, very live preview. No edits. No safety net. Just us.” She gestured languidly toward Suki and Aidan. “You know the stars. You know what you want. The top tipper in the next twenty seconds… names it.”
The chat box on the monitor became a blur of usernames and dollar amounts. Suki watched, mesmerized and slightly nauseous, as numbers competed, climbed, were overthrown.
“And we have a winner,” Catriona said, leaning forward to read the screen. Her eyebrows lifted, just a fraction. A true professional. She cleared her throat. “Alright. ‘SweetnessAndLight’ has paid a truly disgusting amount of money to see… Aidan, eat Suki’s ass while she sucks Catriona’s tits.” She looked up, her eyes sparkling. “Well. We did ask.”
A beat of silence hung in the air, charged and brittle.
Then Aidan moved.
He didn’t look at the camera. He didn’t hesitate. He just pushed off the doorframe and crossed the room toward Suki, his bare feet quiet on the rug. The casual ease was gone, replaced by a focus that made the air thin. He stopped behind her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body through the sheer fabric.
“You good?” he murmured, his voice for her alone, a low vibration against her ear.
She nodded, unable to speak. She was good. She was terrified. She was more turned on than she’d ever been.
Catriona had already shifted on the stool, leaning back on her hands, her chest presented. “Come here, Suk,” she said, her tone both commanding and warm.
Suki moved on legs that felt like water, bending over Catriona. The world narrowed to the soft swell of Catriona’s breast, the pale skin, the pink nipple hardening before her eyes. She could smell Catriona’s perfume, familiar and comforting amidst the chaos. She opened her mouth and took her friend’s nipple inside, her tongue circling the tip. Catriona’s head tilted back, a genuine, soft sigh escaping her lips.
Behind her, Aidan’s hands settled on her hips. His thumbs hooked into the delicate seam of the bodysuit at the small of her back. With a slow, deliberate pull, he tore the fabric aside, the sound shockingly loud in the quiet room. The cool air touched her exposed skin, followed instantly by the heat of his palms spreading her apart.
She flinched, a tiny, involuntary contraction at the intimacy of it, the exposure. The chat was probably going insane. She couldn’t see it. All she could see was the subtle quiver in Catriona’s abdomen, all she could feel was Aidan’s breath, warm and damp, against her most private skin.
Then his tongue was on her.
Not tentatively, not like an exploration. It was a direct, wet, shocking pressure right against the tight, forbidden knot of her asshole. Suki groaned around Catriona’s nipple, the vibration drawing another sigh from Cat. The sensation was unreal—a sharp, devouring intimacy that short-circuited her thoughts. His tongue was relentless, circling, probing, flattening against her. It was filthy. It was exquisite. Her knees trembled.
Catriona’s hand came up, weaving into Suki’s hair, not forcing, just holding. “Look at you,” Catriona whispered, her eyes half-lidded, watching the monitor that showed the reverse angle—Aidan’s broad back hunched, his head buried between Suki’s cheeks, Suki’s mouth on her. “Look at how perfect you are together.”
The words, meant for the subscribers, sliced through Suki’s arousal with a sharper truth. Perfect together. Her hips pushed back against Aidan’s mouth of their own volition, a silent plea for more. He answered, his tongue pressing deeper, and a ragged cry was torn from her throat.
“Chat is losing its collective mind,” Catriona announced, her voice husky but clear. “Tips are rolling. Next top tipper wants… Aidan to finger her pussy while he does that. Keep her nice and open for him.”
Aidan’s left hand slid around from her hip, his fingers sliding easily through the slickness he found between her legs. He didn’t fumble. One thick finger, then two, entered her, and Suki gasped, arching her back. The dual sensation was overwhelming—the rough, insistent invasion of his fingers inside her tight channel, and the sinful, slippery devotion of his tongue on her ass.
“Jesus, Suki,” Aidan muttered against her skin, his voice thick. “You’re so fucking tight.” It wasn’t a performance line. It was a ragged observation, awed and desperate.
Catriona moaned, arching her own back, pressing her breast deeper into Suki’s mouth. “They can see it,” she panted. “They can see how deep his fingers are. They can see how much she’s taking. Ask them what they want next, baby. Read it.”
Aidan lifted his head, his chin gleaming. He looked directly into the camera lens, his hazel eyes dark, glazed with a hunger that was no longer just playful. “What do you want?” he asked the void, his voice a graveled command. “Tell me.”
The chat exploded again. Catriona’s eyes flicked to the screen, her grin widening even as she gasped under Suki’s ministrations. “Oh, this one’s good. They want a creampie. A big, messy, close-up creampie. They want to watch you fill her up until it spills out. They want to see the proof on her skin.”
Aidan’s gaze found Suki’s, reflected in the mirror across the room. Her eyes were wide, her lips swollen. He slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, never breaking eye contact as he tasted her. The gesture was so profoundly possessive it stole the air from Suki’s lungs.
“Yeah,” he said, simply. “Okay.”