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Vi was a cam girl.
It started as a dare. Swear on Janna, cross her heart, and hope to die. It wasn’t supposed to turn into… all of this.
But she supposed that was just her luck, because of course another one of her dumbass, half-drunk decisions led Vi into a corner she couldn’t really back out of.
Not that she really wanted to anyways.
The pay was good. Well, actually, more than good. More than she ever made as a personal trainer. More than she ever made fighting for her fucking life in underground boxing circles. More than she needed to help fund Powder’s education, and then some.
Or… a lot some.
It was one of the reasons she could afford a room in this fancy ass apartment complex so close to downtown Piltover in the first place. Not that she would have said no… She would work 10 jobs and bend over backwards for Caitlyn if it meant the chance of living with her. So of course when Caitlyn asked her to move in, on account of Caitlyn being lonely, it was a no-brainer.
Anything to be closer to her best friend, right?
Even so, Vi kept her day job just because. It doubled as a way to keep up the front from her family (because if Powder, Claggor and Mylo ever found out their shenanigans spiralled into this… Vi wasn’t sure she would ever recover from the deathly amount of embarrassment) and got her out of the house. Which according to Caitlyn, was ‘beneficial’ for her ‘mental well-being’. Whatever that meant.
And hey, it also counted as her mandatory socialization of the week. She just pretended to groan and bitch about her brooding gym manager, but underneath Sevika actually wasn’t half bad.
Vi knew that Caitlyn meant well, Caitlyn was always looking after her, just as Vi was always doing the same.
Vi would never give Caitlyn the pride of being right though, for she would never hear the end of it, but the gym shifts did help to keep her sane and allowed her to ‘touch grass’, as Powder would say. They were a momentary escape from trying to keep her secret life, exactly that.
A secret.
For a lack of better words, Vi was living the Runeterra equivalent of Hannah Montana, flipping between two different worlds.
One where she had complete control, a captive audience, and a screen she could flaunt her freakiest self on with the utmost confidence.
And one where she had a massive, unbearable, major crush on her best friend, and now roommate. A crush that had been simmering under the surface of her restless heart as long as she knew Caitlyn.
Although, that crush was sadly a secret, too.
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Like clockwork, Vi shuffled from the living room at 8pm, heading to her bedroom. She mock saluted toward Caitlyn, leaving her dearest roommate behind to watch whatever trashy British show she was currently binging. Vi used the same old half-hearted excuse to slip away. She had a scheduled gaming session with her online buddies and she would be unavailable for the next couple of hours. Caitlyn waved her off with a smile and a goodnight before sinking down further into the couch, curling up in a ball.
Caitlyn didn’t notice Vi’s consistent and predictable disappearances on a weekly basis. Not now, not ever. Or, if she did notice, at least Caitlyn never questioned her, and for that, Vi was thankful.
If Caitlyn ever, ever found out her online persona… Vi would have to move from Piltover, change her name, her social security number, probably dye her hair, and hide out somewhere seclusive for several years before any of the embarrassment could even start to die down. It was better that she didn’t know.
While she loathed leaving Caitlyn by her lonesome, that was why she moved in after all, Vi still had a job to do and a stream to get ready for.
She settled in comfortably in front of her desk, rolling up her black chair to navigate her set up. Three monitors, a top of the line microphone, a 4k camera and, well, herself.
She didn’t really go into this stream with a particular plan in mind. Sometimes her viewers requested something, sometimes Vi had ideas to get her own rocks off, sometimes she just winged it and went along with whatever felt good. It came to Vi naturally, the ease of conversation, the air of confidence, the ability to corral dozens of women in her chat room begging for her attention. Ironic that all of this started as a joke.
Vi pressed “go live” quickly, before rolling back and squaring herself up in front of the camera. She expertly positioned herself so her black workout shorts were somewhat hiked up on her muscular legs, and the center of the screen focused on her skin tight tank top. The camera cut off before it revealed her entire face, keeping just her signature smirk in frame.
It didn’t even take five seconds before the chat was flooded with messages.
valvamp23: hi handsome
subby_girrl: hi violence, good to see u
femmefortune: tell me what to do
raisealittlerell: u saving that seat for me?
diamondditzzz: ur body is insane violence
Vi couldn’t help but laugh under her breath, flattered by the onslaught of thirsting comments already, and she hadn’t even said a single word. Perhaps that was the benefit of doing this for so long… she didn’t have to say much. Just existing, letting people feast on viewing her body, showing rather than telling, was more than enough to get the followers and the money rolling in.
valvamp23 sent $5.00
valvamp23: what’s under that shirt
“Val, wouldn’t you like to know.” Vi whispered into her mic, attempting to make her voice as low and husky as possible. It seemed to have worked as the chat started scrolling faster than she could keep up. Menial tips and begging comments flashed across her monitor.
femmefortune: i want to know
furryfucker69_420: so hot
g00nergurl: need u so bad violence
valvamp23: pls show us
“All right, since you asked so nicely, like the good girl you are.” Vi let her teeth flash on the screen momentarily before scooting closer to the camera, angling it just right so all the attention was on her abdomen. Slowly, torturously, Vi fiddled with the edge of her tank top, stretching it out slightly, pulling it more taut across her body. She felt the tingles of arousal flicker across her skin as she played with her viewers’ patience, their every word at her control.
A little jingle played, a familiar sound, as a notification popped up across her stream.
femmefortune sent $25.00
“Thanks sweetheart, guess that means you like what you’re seeing, huh?” Vi lifted her tank slightly, showing off the low waistband of her shorts and the start of her abs.
As she continued to reveal more and more skin, the viewers in the chat seemed to be getting more and more feral, and Vi was living, feeding off of the energy and attention. Sure, it was money, and sure she might as well use her body to the best of its ability while she had it, but there was a significant part of her brain, and her cunt, that was aroused at being viewed like this.
Vi made an exaggerated groan as she bit the edge of her tank between her teeth, finally, finally giving the audience what they wanted; a full, unobstructed view of her rock hard abs. Now with both her hands free, Vi dragged her blunt nails across her abdomen, leaving raised red marks, just barely visible. Vi grunted again, reveling in the gentle stinging pain. It soothed her, calmed her nerves, gave her a sensation to focus on and lose herself in. Pleasure. She couldn’t stop herself when her hips raised slightly, emphasizing how much she loved to put on an erotic show.
raisealittlerell: god what i would do to ride those abs
valvamp23: same same same same
femmefortune: would love to come all over those abs
HornKneeGorl69: me too pls let me daddy
HornKneeGorl69 sent $50.00
femmefortune sent $25.00
Vi made some sort of pleased noise from the tips rolling in and offered another suggestive roll of her hips up into the air. More grunting, more roaming hands, more pressure, and consequentially, more tips, more comments and more praise. Maybe she was enjoying this a little too much, as she felt wetness in between her legs, but Vi couldn’t be bothered as she slid one hand up to cup her chest. Her large rough hand grabbed and squeezed without any gentleness. It brought more warmth to her center, warmth that only grew as she rolled a nipple between her forefinger and thumb.
Taking in the sensation, Vi closed her eyes, letting her head fall back lazily. When she saw nothing but darkness, her mind supplied her with a vision of a blue haired woman running her long lithe fingers up and down Vi’s sides.
The woman stared into Vi’s eyes as she pinched and licked Vi’s nipples, driving her completely and madly insane bit by bit… just dragging it out until Vi was a whimpering mess. The woman laughed, huffing under her breath, whispering a command in a haughty Piltovian accent that made Vi wish for nothing more than to supply her with everything and anything she asked, even the impossible.
Something along the lines of ‘need more’ escaped Vi’s mouth in a breathy whine.
Sadly, she was pulled from her reverie and forced to turn her attention to the screen as the tell-tale jingle and accompanying notification floated across.
excellent_shot sent $500.00