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Zanka knows what launched her career. No, it wasn't the fitness videos. Or her recorded competition meets. No, it had to be that very first gamer rage video.

Now, normally Zanka has a very even keel temper. Calm cool and collected at all times. Or at least thats how she portrayed herself. However, video evidence says otherwise.

It was some stupid rage game that did it. She doesn't even remember the name of the game anymore, only that she had begged her editor not to post it.

Her account was never the same after that. Nowadays people loved her commentary on games like mortal combat and the like. They raved about her long winded complains and critics of different moves and techniques. A surprising amount of people actually started requesting training advice videos too.

And now years later, her career was launched to heights Zanka had never even dreamed. Her schedule was always jam packed between filming, tours, conventions, and even the occasional fan meet and greet.

But that didn't mean Zanka didn't have any free time. Or that all of it was spent on training and workouts. She had some... special interests that she attended to and had become a rather embarrassing habit - for lack of a better word.

And that special interest just so happened to be standing at her table, photo in on hand and a small bag in the other.

Normally, Zanka doesn't accept gifts from fans. But this one.... well... let's just say while she had never seen the girl who stood in front her before a day in her life there was not a single doubt in her mind as to who she was.

The lady infront of her wore a low cut shirt, showing off a pair of tits that Zanka would recognize anywhere with how many times she'd watched them late a night with her hand down her pants. Her locs were pulled into a messy bun with a few face framing locs that added to the mischife smirk she wore.

"Long time fan," she tilted her head slightly, eyes absolutely devouring every part of Zanka they landed on, "You're even cuter in person."

Heat rushed to Zankas face, bright red impossible to hide beneath the paleness of her skin. Her mouth dry and stumbling as she reached from the picture, "Y-yeah... I get that a lot..."

She hoped her embarrassment wasn't too obvious in the shake of her hand as she signed the picture. There was a fleeting thought to possible scrawl her number on it... but her professionalism kept her from doing it.

Normally, there would be a few words exchanged. Questions asked, answer given. But Zanka couldn't seem to make her tounge unglue itself. Nor did the woman seem concerned with asking any.

As the pen finished its journey across the laminated paper the bag she was holding was set down. It wasn't a large bag, actually rather small. It instantly piqued Zankas curiosity.

She glanced between the bag and the woman, who only offered a raised brow as she nodded her head towards the bag. Her ever present smile was almost unnerving... or it would be if it didn't send heat rushing between her thighs and make her heart beat drop into her pussy.

The woman - or Mankira as Zanka knew her through her platform, was absolutely stunning. Zanka hasnt gone looking for anything specific when she was looking at /those/ kinds of videos. Usually something simple, solo female, female masturbation, titty drop. And then she found her.

Beautiful tanned skin littered with tattoos and piercings that made Zankas mouth water with a need to feel under her lips. Some of her video were something as simple as flashing. Others were extravagant videos of her fucking herself with dildos of all shapes and sizes. Others were close ups as she ran her fingers through her bush to slowly spread her lips and show off her wet pink pussy before slowly slipping her fingers inside, fucking herself nice and slow. Moans loud in her headphones as the wet squelch of her fingers played with cunt until her legs were shaking.

That was the first time Zanka had ever seen a woman squirt. How wet it made her, how close just watching it had brought her to her own orgasum was addicting.

And Zanka has spent enough time watching that body her body had a physical reaction once it stood infront of her.

Mankira tapped the side of the bag, breaking Zankas train of thought, "why dont you look inside?"

"Oh... yeah..." she words faltered as her shakey hands pulled the bag closer. Inside was.... a remote? Small, black, one little dial resting innocently in the middle, "What's-"

"You should read the card before asking questions." Her voice was a beautiful as her moans. Reaching down and stroking the fire in her core.

God help her. This was so wrong and prevented.

The card was small and delicate, beautiful handwriting scrawled across it to match the beautiful woman it belonged to.

'I can see my subscribers accounts ❤️ -Jabber'

Zanka blinked dumbly between the remote, the card, and.... Jabber... Her mind refused to wrap itself around all the facts infront of her.