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"So it just switches on at midnight, and then it just starts? They see you do everything?" Nicole asked.
Then her voice dropped.
"Everything..."
"That's the deal," I said. "One year, but with what they are paying... No more slow nights or stripping, it's enough money that we'll be set. Of course I think I'll still keep going, but..."
"But Rachel..."
She cupped her voice into a whisper, leaning closer in bed.
"Like they see you going-"
"I'm just not gonna think about that," I said, putting up the mental block. "So I make some weirdo's day, oh God every day.... Fuck! You're right this is intense but when am I going to get an opportunity like this?"
"I can't even pee if you're watching. Oh God, just think about the entire world seeing every time. I would never be able to go, for like the entire year. You see me squirming in my seat like this, clenching my legs as I tried to talk to you. Maybe I would just pee my pants all the time, like what if that was the only way I could do it for an entire year?"
"Now you're making me nervous..."
"It won't be so bad, we've already made what, like a few dozen different streams, everyone seen us have sex anyways so what does it matter?"
But it sort of did.
Especially to her, no matter how she tried to gloss over our arguments.
Already people were talking about how the next-generation would never forget a moment of their lives. VisiTech lenses recorded and broadcasted everything instantaneously, sharing information seamlessly onto the Evernet.
And sure there were holdouts, but pretty much everyone had adopted the lenses, trusting blindly the privacy settings set to their satisfaction.
Because really, no one cared.
I would be the first adult model to stream her entire life, every interaction, every intelligible thought, with of course the implication that I would try and add as much erotic flavor to each moment as possible, to create a brand for the performers who would come after me.
We were both shocked when they chose just a casual stream girl like me. I was cute, sure but not superhot or anything, I guess it was the girl next door look, the dirty blonde hair, the perky yet petite frame, and the bubbly playful personality.
It's not like those things weren't real, just they weren't all totally me. I was more and less than I pretended on camera, and I certainly couldn't fake that persona all of the time.
So despite how confident I made myself seem in the application to be the first the American Stream Girl, marketed up like an interactive sex doll, the anticipation began to eat at me, slowly adding steroids to every insecurity.
I could be a bitch.
And I wondered deep down if anyone would really love me if they watched everything I did and heard everything I thought. If eroding the filter between me and my friends and family would either forever damage all of my relationships or change me into a person with desires constantly calculated to please the crowd.
Yeah I was fucking nervous.
"So like all of your thoughts come straight out for anyone to hear?"
"I guess they have that setting turned on," I said. "But the software is the same. I've still got to really have a conscious thought, but still... You know many times I've thought about fucking when I shouldn't."
Nicole giggled.
"Yeah, it's like our job or something."
"There's more to it than that," I said. "There's so much competition now with those vibrating vaginas and the newest, most lifelike robot dolls.
"Oh I know, those things are eerie! Remember that one of me? You know I reached my finger inside it feels even better than my pussy!"
"You'd lose that bet," I said, reaching for her on the bed. "But you know what I mean, you really have to put your personality into it. And it can't be just you know fake, that fawning sultry secretary oh please let me fetch that for you sir stuff. You gotta actually want sex now, and you gotta want weird, and like all the time. And yeah I do, but sometimes I take a break, sometimes I just want to cuddle up and watch an old Disney movie."
But Nicole wasn't listening.
"Oh, have you thought about like what's the most embarrassing thing you do? Okay sometimes I pick my nose, but I pretend that I'm just scratching it, kinda like this. I would die if anyone other than you knew that! What's your thing? What are you worried about the most?
"I don't really have anything, other than the obvious. I still don't know how I'm going to manage to pee."
"What if they find something you never noticed before, like figure out some nervous tic that you have. It might be worse than your O face."
And I hit her with a pillow.
"So like I can't tell you any secrets? Nothing, all of it goes out to the world, even when you sing to me with the elephant voice?"
"Oh my God, can I go a year without doing the elephant voice?"
I picked up one of several dozen different stuffed animals littered around my room, this one and oversized elephant named Babbar, dropping my voice to an unnatural low with a weird accent.
"Nicole this is so trunked up! How could you let your girlfriend put you in such a position? She's one bad hombre"
She rolled her eyes, but let out a beautiful smile, falling back against the pillows.
"I don't know Babbar, she told me she would buy me something nice, I'm thinking about diamond studded riding crop."
"Love me! You know you love me! Love Babbar..."
Still I moved the elephant along, not able to do anything close to a ventriloquist act. Actually I sort of did the opposite, making expressions I thought would fit with the words.
"Oh my God you're right there's no way I can possibly make it a year, no one can else could possibly stand this voice."
"You found someone who could stand your elephant voice?"
"Oh shut up, I can't believe I have to stop"
