Chapter 8: Pokimane's Fetish
You step into your apartment in total silence. It is dark outside, the shimmering moonlight offers a ghostly illumination, creating torn shadows on the ground.
The lights would turn on automatically, however, you disabled that feature.
Quietly, you walk towards your couch. You do your best to move inconspicuously. You sit down and wait for a moment. With one hand you grab the remote to turn on the TV, raising the volume loud enough that it would cover any noise you make, without drawing attention. While you do so, and with your gaze strictly on the TV, you suffocate your turned off phone beneath one of the cushions.
You watch the program for about five minutes before faking a yawn and a stretching motion. You walk towards the button that closes the blinds on your gigantic glass fronts - and press it. With slight rattling they cover your home in complete darkness. The flatscreen is the only light source.
You take a breath.
Walking towards the bedroom you enter it through the divider, closing the door behind you.
There is not a single ray of light in this room. You can see nothing, so you close your eyes and picture the layout.
You take seven steps forward before performing a ninety degree turn to your left. This procedure is followed by four steps ahead.
You kneel down on your left knee.
Precisely one hips width apart you lower your hands, turn them so the palms face upwards and curl up your ring finger and pinky.
As you reach forward, your index and middle fingers connect with the secret buttons on your bed. Your hand position is well rehearsed. You apply pressure until your thumbs touch the bedframe. If you were to push the buttons any further, an alarm would go off.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..... thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four
Quickly you draw back your hands.
*click*
You can hear a lock open.
Gently you apply pressure with three fingers in the middle of the secret drawer - and it opens.
White light illuminates the hidden cargo. Cold air is released from the compartment.
A blue holder, typically used for test tubes in a laboratory, secures five glass vials filled with a toxic-looking green fluid. One slot is empty.
You can barely make out the dreaded particles swimming within the liquid.
You inspect the vials and tap around in the container for any irregularities. You do not find any. Everything seems to be like you left it a week ago, and the week before.
You let out a shallow breath through your nostrils.
Good.
Slowly you close the hidden vault and crawl into your bed.
When set to this specific volume you coded your TV to turn itself off after a randomized runtime between eight and seventeen minutes, so you don't bother walking back out to manually switch it off.
Laying on top of the blanket, facing the ceiling, you think of talking to Rae in the furniture shop.
Like you told her, this bed is the only item you brought with you from Europe. However, you were not entirely truthful about your reasons for doing so.
Smuggling something into the states is not easy. Luckily, U.S. Customs will not disassemble your bed.
You take a deep breath before drifting to sleep.
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You wake up at around 1 PM.
Fuck... I really need to get my sleep schedule in order.. but I spent the entire night at the Roomies house talking to Tina... it was nice.
Neither Leslie nor Rae were there; apparently, they're at a shoot in New York.
Before I left Miyoung dragged me into her room and asked if she could suck my dick again.. man, the way she posed that question.. so shy and cute... it was adorable.
I wonder why she acts so coy. I would have fucked her if she wanted to, buuuut I guess I will give her some time. Does she want me to make the first move? To take her?
Probably. She did call me Master repeatedly. A part of me wants to tease her and force her to get a little out of her shell, yet I don't know how long I can contain my lust for her. We'll see.
For breakfast you simply have a few cups of cacao and watch some twitch streams. You click through the live tab and suddenly feel the urge to watch some chess.
Yes. It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Andrea Botez is wearing some kind of red dress or shirt that shows more skin and cleavage than fabric in her webcam. Your intentions are strictly to learn more about the 'Pythagorean Swiss Cheese Granola Apple' opening.
You watch for a little bit and type in chat a few times talking to other viewers, making jokes and suggesting terrible moves to the well-established chess player.
Suddenly, she reads out one of your comments and laughs. She seems to think about something for a few seconds before talking to you: "Hey! Aren't you that guy that saved Sydney?"
Huh? How would she know that?
You affirm your identity and inquire how she would know your username.
"Heeeeyyy what's uppp?" she enthusiastically says after reading your conformation. "I saw the clip of you on stage and it was shown on the OTV Podcast" she explains.
Alright... I guess that is an explanation, however a little strange that she would remember my username specifically. If it was shown then only briefly..
"but I think I just remembered it because of the news article" she goes on.
FUCK SHE SAW THAT??? I thought I shut it down... guess too late. That thing was gonna blow me up way too early
Thinking about that I should probably stop slagging off, I still have no idea how--
Your serious thoughts are interrupted by a cheery voice: "Hey! Do you maybe wanna hop on a discord call and play a few rounds against me?"
Chat is going crazy at the suggestion, edging you on, although most of them probably -
hopefully
- have no idea who you are.