#m.aliame

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definition : The introduction of new words or the use of old words in a new sense

  There were words to describe her, as there were words to describe anyone, and there were in fact many of them. Some were kind and some were cruel, some neutral descriptors left to the interpretation of those who heard them and some titles that were left undisputed. He had thought of many of these words, heard many others, multiple times in some cases, but never had any one seemed to perfectly fit the foreign girl. In a way, it almost felt as if the entire world’s vocabulary had simply chosen to desert its given meanings when it came to her.

Alibaba had never been one for labels, they only complicated the way things were seen, and he would know for he had borne many of them in his time. Prince, pauper, thief, beggar, villain, hero. If he had to select a single one with which to describe himself, he would choose warrior. Fighter seemed too brusque, survivor too scant. A warrior was not born, they were made, by the life they led and the people they met. They grew over time, and that was what he was.

He had considered applying this word to Ame in turn. Warrior. But no, it felt too brash for her. Warriors were people like himself, like Morgiana and Sharkkan. Their strength was worn on their sleeves, in their scars, within the fiery depths of their eyes. Ame was not so open, she was something quieter, more subtle, like Ja’far.

But subtle was not right either because Ame had never, would never, hide what she was capable of when faced with a challenge. Quiet wasn’t right either, though it certainly described her demeanor, but perhaps that had more to do with the side of her he himself saw. Beneath the surface was the same feral flames that lived in all those who had survived a life bent on destroying them, he could sense it.

If not quiet and in turn, not loud, then what? When descriptors failed him he tried labels instead. Assassin came to mind immediately, but was brushed aside just as fast. Too simple, too… ordinary. He tried others, like guard and comrade but nothing seemed to fit the broad spectrum of what he saw when he looked at her. Even a word that directly related just to her and her alone, Alhars, did not seem to properly encompass her being. He didn’t understand it.

The only thing he could find to fit to the creature he found in front of him was Ame, her very name, but that didn’t make any sense. A name was not a word, nor a title, it was something else entirely. It held no definition or implications, it simply was. How could a person bear the burden of so many words around her and yet all he could decide on to title her was her very name? Perhaps he considered, he’d gone about trying to label her wrong.

To do it in reverse seemed favorable and so rather than thinking of a word he thought of her, of what she meant, of what she evoked. It became quickly clear as his mind wandered over the things he thought and felt around her that that had been perhaps a worse choice, for every word he could muster seemed to only bend to fit rather than remain rigid in its definition.

She was strong, but not in the sense of physical, nor mental, nor emotional. She was all and none of these, unmovable in some way he couldn’t fathom, like an unfallen oak that had weathered the storm. There was gentility but not in the sense of one who was kind or soft but almost in a way that her very presence became a comfort. Protector, but less of body and more of mind, though she used her very self to shield those she swore herself to, he felt safest when he saw her return from a battlefield than enter it.

Killer, less like a deranged murderer or vindictive avenger, more the manner of a wild jungle cat, born to prey upon anything that dared to cross it wrong. Foreign, but in a way that made her familiar, beautiful, but somehow hidden away and marred, captivating, and yet so fleeting he felt he might blink and miss her. Perfect, and yet so horribly broken and flawed, chipped away at by an existence she’d done nothing to deserve.

                                                        The problem with the internet was that one minute you could be looking at a Wikipedia article about neuroscience and within five minutes you could probably somehow find yourself looking up the use of cow’s milk in Mongolia by some weird chain of events. The internet had a habit of leading people down paths and around bends they didn’t know existed and by the time they noticed they were so far from their original path it didn’t even matter. Usually, Ame was very good at keeping on point and not letting herself get distracted by the odds and ends around the internet.

However if you were to ask her how she managed to, in the last hour, end up where she was now she really would not have an answer for you. All she could think, even as she looked back on it, was that one search had led to another and somehow research for a school paper wound her up on [ alibadboy.cam.com ]. It was a third party kind of site that allowed users to make their own websites using its domain, an efficient system a lot of big sites were using nowadays. The thing about this site in particular however was that it was not the kind of site Ame Kurotsuki ended up on. Ever.

It was webcam porn. Well, porn was a strong word for it, so far as she could see on the front page there was no explicit nudity hosted, at least not in the open content. It was definitely far from innocent though, falling neatly into the soft-core pornography category.

She hadn’t moved past the front page but that told her everything she needed to know about the site. It was simple but not tasteless, themed in white and reds, and the emblem of choice seemed to be a sun and stars. The top of the front page held a webpage title, [ Prince in Paradise ], underneath which there was a short and to the point bio. Ali, 20 y.o., male, college student, birthday is August 18th. This was ended with an italicized quote which read, “Your wish is my command~”

Underneath that was a simple [ Enter ] which happened to be a link, and under that six sample videos all of which ranged between thirty seconds and a minute long. They were thumbnailed with a gif from within the video and Ame had found herself staring at the blond man in them for a good half hour. She’d yet to click play or enter, and eventually, closed the site.

This had been two days ago. At the time she had shaken it all off and told herself she was above looking at things like that and she really needed to get back to work. But one completed course paper and several long days later and Ame was sitting there, staring at [ alibadboy.cam.com ]. She told herself to just… click away. There was a back and a close button. It was simple.

Ame sighed and rubbed her hands over her face, pushing her laptop off her knees and onto the couch. She was a college student, eighteen years old and the youngest person in her classes thanks to an IQ she never wanted. Her time was filled by school, the small group of friends she had, and time to herself. A lot of time to herself. Ame wasn’t so much a private person as just… not terribly social, and it made meeting new people difficult. Needless to say, something like an attractive man in little to nothing was not something she had in her life just then.

However, of all professions to be heading towards, Ame was sending herself down the path of a tech analyst, hopefully for the FBI. She knew better than most how easy it was to discovery every little thing about someone via their online life, which was what was currently giving her pause.

Another sigh escaped her as she stood up, wandering to her kitchen and grabbing her mug on the way there. Going on webcam sites wasn’t illegal was the thing. So long as the cammer was over eighteen and not being forced into it, it was a legitimate way to make an income and provide entertainment. The act of watching someone doing webcam shows would not, surprisingly, deter any employers she may have in the future so long as the sites were legitimate. [ cam.com ] was a rather reputed site in those circles, actually, so there was nothing to be considered shady there.

Picking up her mug of tea, Ame made her way back to the couch and sat down. She took a sip of her tea before setting it aside and picking up her laptop, clicking the [ Enter ] before she could tell herself to do otherwise. She was brought to a signup page and she paused again before typing.

The last thing required as her debit card number and an agreement to a $25 minimum viewing charge. Ame scoffed at this and clicked [ agree ] without terribly much hesitation. Heir to two old money families, she lived off a trust fund that gave her more money than she could ever need, and that was just a trickle compared to what she’d inherit at twenty one. $25 was no issue at all.

The website opened up and Ame huffed, wafting a piece of cerise hair out of her face. There were helpful buttons across the top of the screen that included things like; [ Donate ], [ Cam Schedule ], [ Previous Shows ] and [ Requests ]. Then there was a YouTube styled list of recent shows below and above that—

Ame bit the inside of her cheek as she stared at the [ Currently Online ] button that had showed up, linking to a current show. She contemplated a moment, finger thrumming on her touch pad before she finally moved her finger and clicked the button.

A videofeed and a chatbox popped up, along with the offer to switch the chat from beneath the video to the side depending on preference. In the chat, a new message was entered and Ame swallowed.

[ ShyBlush has entered the stream. ]

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                   It was Friday and thank God he did as well as he thought on that trig test. But, he was also excited because he got an alert just before coming back to his on-campus apartment that someone subscribed to his channel and paid the 25 dollar viewing fee for their first stream. He was so close, now, so, so soooo close to being able to afford the astronomy class his father said he wouldn’t pay for. Mainly because it had nothing to do with his business degree but, dammit if he went through college and didn’t take just one astronomy course. Just 150 more and with his 600+ subscribers paying five dollars per nightly show, he should have it paid for in full by next week. But then comes the book fees and school supplies and money to rent one of the school’s telescopes but it was a step! God, why was college so expensive? And why did only, maybe, fifteen people come to each of his streams at one time?

If only he was more popular. There was tell of someone, well, not someone; his screen name was badjuju, and it’s been rumored that he has somewhere between 500 and 700,000 subscribers. He doesn’t have the counter up for public viewing so no one really knows. But, if you’re on cam.com, you know who badjuju is. He must make thousands of dollars a show. Alibaba sighed as he closed the door behind him and tossed his backpack and keys to the kitchen table immediately to his left.

It was Friday and that meant it was time to check the weekly poll to see if this weak was ‘Freaky Friday’ or ‘Vanilla Friday’. A Friday voted to be ‘Freaky’ was usually him wearing something leather and metal and usually with nipple clamps that he sometimes didn’t care for because they left him sore for days. Other times, he would get himself a little tipsy on some borrowed bourbon and break out his riding crop. He only did that once because afterwards he lost about 60 subscribers. Anything more than hand restraints and leather thong panties would have to be labeled at ‘fetish’ and have a charge of 10 dollars instead of the base 5.

Not feeling very kinky, Alibaba opened his laptop and hesitantly checked the poll results. With a sigh of relief, ‘Vanilla’ won by a good 40 votes. He gasped at how many people voted this week. Maybe there would be over 100 people in his chat. He smiled and giddily laughed, remembering the last time a video of his had more than 100 live viewers. It was Valentine’s Day and he spent a pretty penny the lingerie he wore. God, those splits at the end left his legs crying for weeks. So worth it, though.

He got his expensive, high quality camera up and running and connected so that it would stream directly online, angled his two floor lamps at him and started preparing. He looked at his hair—that damned cowlick in the front that he despised but his subscribers seemed to love—and made it look a bit messy. The bed-head look. Took off his shirt, checked for pimples or mosquito bites or any blemish. Thankfully, he was having a clear month as far as acne. A quick inspection to see if he needed to shave. Alibaba was filed under the ‘twink’ category so his face, chest/stomach, armpits and pubic region were silently required to be either waxed or freshly shaved. He left his legs as is, though for two reasons; One, the camera was almost never far enough back to see below his thighs and two, his hair was so blonde that any hair was lost in the lighting and pixel quality lost from computer to computer. He put on his lowest waisted pair of jeans and put on his signature flame pendant necklace.

Alright, everything was getting ready to go and 8PM was ticking closer and closer. The blond opened the window for a new stream and immediately people started flocking in. His eyes lit up before he turned audio or visual on at the amount of people. 184 was the grand total when 8:03 hit. He had to keep his excitement down just a bit before turning his camera and mic on. Then, the red light blinked on and his audio mixer popped up on the right side of his screen and he was live. Now for his usual intro as he stand bent over at the hip, keeping close to the camera;

“Salutations and good evening my fellow baddies. My name is alibadboy, you can call me Ali, and this is Vanilla Friday. You guys voted and surprisingly ‘Vanilla’ won by quite a lot. What’s wrong? Leather and handcuffs got too much for you?”

He winked and paid attention to the chat. All of his regulars were there and some that he vaguely remembered but there was also a new username. One that was probably the new subscriber. Their screen name wasn’t some cheesy, over-done ‘singleblondie47252’ or any kind of variation of ‘hornyfemletsparty42069lolol’. It was simple. Two words, no numbers. ShyBlush. Aw, that’s a cute screen name and Alibaba found himself smiling at it.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road. Please enjoy~”

Alibaba leaned away from the camera and took a couple steps back then took a small remote from his back pocket and turned on his usual dance mix. He flipped to one of the slower songs with soft base and even some saxophone. His viewers described this song as ‘a song I want you to make love to me to.’

During these streams, with this music, that’s how he moved; like he was making love to someone. His hips moved slow but his muscles strained with the force behind them. His arms moved up and bent beside his head while he danced for his viewers. These streams usually only last maybe five minutes, about the duration of the song but if he got enough requests for a longer video, he would do them.

Tan hands moved down his sides until both thumbs hooked in the waistband of his jeans. Golden eyes burned into the eyes of all those watching as he bit his lip and tugged at his clothing. Soon enough, without stopping his agonizingly slow churns and moves with his hips and torso, unbuttons his jeans then slid the zipper down. Now, his thumbs moved to pull his boxers down farther and farther. He took pride in how close he shaved himself below the belt and was a bit disappointed he couldn’t show it off completely this stream. Then when the very base of his manhood was easily in view, he smirked and shook his finger at the audience. He loved teasing them like this.

Alibaba brought both hands back up and raked them aggressively through his short blond hair as the song finished he turned around to show off his toned back and how great his jeans showed off his ass.

When the music faded out, he laughed a bit and sauntered back to his laptop. He was a bit breathless and just a few glints of sweat over his sun-kissed skin were reflecting the light from his lamps. “Hope you guys liked that. I had fun. Click that donate button if you wanna see more tonight or have a special request for tomorrow. For those new; Saturdays are ‘Strip Tease’ Saturdays. Thank so much for joining me in my room tonight, and I will see you tomorrow night. Sweet dreams~” And he closed the stream.

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              The video flickered on and there he was, Ali, who she had to remind herself she’d paid to see she was here for explicitly this reason. Didn’t make her feel any less like blushing when she found herself staring at a shirtless, grinning young man with hair the color of straw and eyes like gold coins but oh well. Ame didn’t catch the entirety of the blond man’s intro, though his voice remained a pleasant rumble in her ears even as she was distracted. The chat box was blinking, and she divided her attention.

The chat system was rather self-explanatory. There was a PM system and an open chat, and anything that started with a specific user’s name got flagged for that person. @Alibadboy got bolded, which she supposed made it easier for him to catch requests and donations. Currently however, there was something waiting on her.

[ GayGuppy12: Hey @ShyBlush, u new? M/F? ]

Ame considered ignoring the question. She was here to watch not talk, certainly not about herself, but it wasn’t as if her user page didn’t note her gender anyway.

[ ShyBlush: Female. ]

[ bearseekingkitten: Welcum then qt ;)) U here 2 watch or find some fun? ]

Groaning to herself, Ame responded with a quick “viewer”, then diverted her attention to what she’d paid for as the music started. For a half second, she almost regretted this decision completely.

Ali looked better live than in the gifs on his front page. He moved like a dancer, but not in that he had any special kind of coordination or rhythm, just that he knew what he was doing with his body. He knew how to work what he had and he knew how to do it well. The music didn’t help make it any less transfixing, the song not so much sensual as it was slow, like it could lull you into a state of calm.

Calm, yeah, sure with him doing that with his hips? Calm was the last thing on Ame’s mind to be certain. His body rolled and arched under the lights, lips quirking into smirks and grins every time those burning eyes landed on the camera. Silly as it sounded it felt a lot like he was staring directly at her, which was of course the point, and it made her flush. The blush on her cheeks seeped down towards her neck as his thumbs curved into the waist of his pants.

Oh christ.

Teeth gripped at the blond’s bottom lip as he teased his jeans open with expert movements. His hips never stopped rolling, body curving with the music as button, then zipper, came undone. The way his body moved forced the loosened fabric down his hips until his boxers (which were red) were in view. Ame would have swallowed but her teeth were digging into her right cheek too hard to do so.

He grinned at the camera, fingers slipping into the waistband of his boxers and despite herself Ame’s eyes strayed downwards. The red fabric slid down, revealing sharp hipbones in full and then down further again. Down, down down, each second somehow exaggerated by her mind. It was with a small noise of mild shock, horror, and perhaps a tint of interest that she came to realize he really was fully shaved and that just happened to be one thing she didn’t entirely mean to find attractive, but did. And then, for a few moments that sent her cheeks flaring crimson, you could see the beginnings of his cock and it was all Ame could do to not slam her laptop shut.

The boxers snapped back up and the dancer grinned at the camera, taunting them all. Several people in the chat complained and begged for a full strip, she wasn’t paying attention. His hands had just carded through his golden hair leaving it ruffled and all it did was make him look more thoroughly ravished. As the song came to a close, he turned to sway his hips and show off his ass, which some quiet part of her thoroughly enjoyed.

And then he laughed and Ame swore it sounded like something straight out of a movie. Too crisp and jovial and too easy to crave to hear again. He came swaying back over and spoke again, which through her thoroughly befuddled mind she hardly caught.

[ “Hope you guys liked that. I had fun. Click that donate button if you wanna see more tonight or have a special request for tomorrow. For those new; Saturdays are ‘Strip Tease’ Saturdays. Thank so much for joining me in my room tonight, and I will see you tomorrow night. Sweet dreams~” ]

Sweet dreams, he said, and it was those parting words that left Ame red in the face and slamming her computer shut. She didn’t open it again for the rest of the evening, and she missed Strip Tease Saturday. In fact she avoided her laptop altogether until Sunday, and that was only because she had to answer a particularly long email to a professor and it would be a pain on her phone.

When she opened her laptop, the open page was the end screen of the video and a popup with a donate button. The suggested amount was twenty dollars. She supposed it was sort of like asking for tips after a show, something she could understand, and she had watched it all. Ame nodded to herself and clicked the donate button, but this just brought up an error message that the page was out of service. Right, of course, this stream was two days old now.

Once Ame decided on something, she didn’t tend to go back on it, so she went back to the main page and waited for it to load. She glanced around for the donate button and paused when she found it. There was an [ FAQ ] button she hadn’t seen before and, curiosity getting the better of her, she clicked it. This took her to a page with what you’d expect in a webcammer’s Q&A. Hair color, eye color, sexual preference, did he work out, the list went on and she would have left the page had one question not caught her attention.

[ What does the money go towards? ]

The answer he gave was one Ame hadn’t expected; college. He explained that most of the money went towards living and school expenses, and linked to a page that displayed countdowns to certain monetary goals. He was organized, and that was something she could appreciate. College expenses was something else she could relate to.

Ame went back and found her way to the donate page and when the suggested $20 popped up, she backspaced twice and wrote in 80 in space of the 20. She clicked donate, then shut the page.

Three days passed and Ame found herself taking to checking [ alibadboy.cam.com ] daily. Not for new streams, but specifically the goal bar and how close it was coming to his targeted milestone. Two days in and her statement from the bank came in, announcing that her monthly allowance had been added to her account. She did what she usually did, which was organize her money, checking what needed to go where for how much and, as per usual, there was considerable leftover.

And then there was last month’s left over too. Pretty soon that amount was staring at her in her head and with it the slowly increasing donation bar. Finally, she gave up. She had watched a short stream the day before and honestly, if she were in his place—It wasn’t like she didn’t have the money, right?

The donation page stared back at her when she brought it up and, quietly determined, she plugged in the amount she wanted to donate and clicked send. The automated thanks message popped up and Ame sighed, flopping back in her chair. She’d just given $350 to a complete stranger, and as she moved her mouse, her mind chose to dully remind her that she was now also going to watch old videos of him displaying his body for the general public.

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                   The next night the strip pole dance goes off well and a fair amount of people are in the stream and he makes about seventy-five more dollars and now he's getting so close to his 1,700$ goal that he has to restrain himself from making three videos at a time. He does make a small rally video, reminding his viewers that his donations and requests tabs are still functional and request fees start at just 7$ and any amount help. He got two requests, one for a simple phone call and the other was for him to—attempt—to deep throat a phallic-shaped popsicle. He stared at the meter showing his progress in funds climb higher and higher until he was just a week’s worth or streams away.

Almost so excited he could taste the night time air on his tongue as he gazed up at the galaxies, Sunday came around and Sundays were notorious for being very leisure in the sense that it was the Moderators of the website’s day off so there was no way the videos being put up and then immediately deleted afterwards would be checked for appropriate and within-the-guidelines content. Most webcammers brought out their kinkiest sets and did the most risqué things their viewers could come up with and charge quite the fee to watch them. He debated doing something like that but in order to do so, he’d have to buy a large heap of supplies, the money for which would come straight out his fund for his class. And he wasn’t even sure the amount of money he would bring in from a racy stream would not only compensate for the money already spent but give him a valuable enough profit to think all the trouble worth it all.

Then, he got an alert that someone had donated. Expecting something along the lines of 10 or 20 dollars—which was of course very much appreciated—his jaw dropped at a spectacular 80 dollar donation. He smiled from ear to ear but then regretted that any donation under 100 dollars had the option to be anonymous which is what this person chose so he couldn’t send a sincere and excited ‘thank you’.

Sunday night, he went with his typical go-to method of ‘The more money you give me, the more clothing I will take off.’ which normally got him down to nothing and rubbing himself on the pole he had installed in the center of his room. The most difficult part of those streams was constantly thinking of something to make himself hard long enough for a ten minute-plus video. His usual crowd of ten to fifteen people showed and the bar at the top of his page crept more and more towards the farthest end. Soooo close now.

Just 350 dollars now and it was the middle of the week. The first few days were always slow no matter how many subscribers you had and by Wednesday, his hopes for getting enough money for his class before it started in two weeks were dwindling fast. Ah well. Maybe next semester.

And then he opened his laptop and he had another alert from his paypal account saying someone sent money. He’d never gotten donations this close together before and his heart pounded as he opened the window to see just how much someone was gracious enough to give him and then he saw the amount.

He rubbed his eyes, shook his head, slapped himself in the face. There was a 3 a 5 and then a 0 all one right after the other, no period to decrease the value of the number. This person actually simply handed him three hundred and fifty dollars. No subject, no message, almost like he may as well have found it on the ground. Alibaba couldn’t believe it. This was the kind of donation people like badjuju got and even then it was a rare treat. This for him was completely unheard of.

He had enough now. He could leave right now and sign up for his astronomy class. It was all he could do not to get up from his bed and scream and dance and cry! This time he could thank this donor, who had the email listed in his paypal statement; [email protected]. They went to K.O University, huh? That was not even a fifteen minute drive away from his campus. So this person was not only close, but a fellow college student. Before he could even think to calm down enough to make a video, he opened his personal email account and started typing this angel from heaven an email.

TO: [email protected] FROM: [email protected] SUBJECT: THANK YOU!!!

Hey there! This is Ali from cam.com. alibadboy as you would better know me, heheh.

Anyway, I hope this isn’t too crazy and forward or whatever but THANK YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR YOUR DONATION!!!

You have NO idea how much this means to me like oh my god thank you a million times! And if you’re the same person who gave me 80 bucks on Sunday, I might as well drive over to your dorm and kiss the ground you walk on because holy fucking shit you have completely made my goal a reality! If you ever need anything from little ol’ Ali just lemme know okay? (;

Also, this is my private email. Please do me a solid and not share this on my site. I have a work email for a reason haha. But, if you wouldn’t mind, could you please tell me your screen name so I know if you’re watchin me. I’ll probably work extra hard if I know you’re there~

Anyway, that’s all from me for now. I gotta get ready for a show. I’ll probably give you a shout out then too (: And thank you so much again UGH YOU’RE A GODDAMN LIFE-SAVER!

--Ali

He hit send and his heart began to race. How could he concentrate on a video when he was buzzing so incredibly with excitement?

But, he did it still and after his intro, he took a moment to thank the nameless donor.

“Hey, real quick. For those of you who haven’t noticed, my goal bar is completely maxed out!! Someone donated three hundred and fifty freakin dollars to me!” His smile stretched his face to the point that his cheeks started to hurt. “I can afford my class and my books and all the supplies now!” The blond ruffled his own hair and laughed aloud. “If you’re watching this now, angel of a stranger, this one if for you especially~” he winked and blew a kiss into his camera and just like last time, he was shirtless but instead of jeans, he was wearing tiny cut off jean short that, once he turned around to get started, showed off a good part of the bottom of his ass.

The music this time was upbeat and had a kick and snare line that felt like a punch to the gut. His legs popped up and his hips shot from side to side. His arms raised high above his head, shot up and touched the stars his head was doing flips in. When the chorus of the song hit, it seemed less of a dance and more of a celebration. He could help himself, truly. There were no sexy smirks, not eye-fucking his audience. Alibaba was truly having his own party of one and looked damn good doing it. But, of course, he didn’t let his audience go to bed wanting and there were some semi-slow full body rolls that at one point he moaned into.

At the end of this one, he was panting and coated in sweat. The blond leaned over to get close to his camera again and shoved his bangs back out of his face where they stayed for a few seconds before falling back into their low-hanging place.

“Okay…that’ll be it for now. Hope you guys enjoyed and especially you, mystery sweetheart.” His classic outro concluded his stream and he showered then leapt into bed, so eager for tomorrow that he had to force himself to sleep in order to make the hours go by faster.

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             By Wednesday night Ame was thoroughly worn out and well on her way to being an irritated mess. The issue with being young and smart in any educational facility was that she was pushed twice as hard as her peers, and if she dared to accomplish that twice as hard again. Classes were not easy, even for her, and she had to work herself to a mental limit to get through it all.

Exactly what she needed, she told herself as she dropped her schoolbag and flopped down on the couch, was a healthy dose of something relaxing. She could bring up Elsword or any other online game she played, or even work on a personal project, but she was in the mood for instant gratification. Thankfully, [ alibadboy.cam.com ] seemed all too happy to oblige. By the time she logged on the stream was two minutes in and she slid down to lay against the arm of the couch with a sigh.

And oh, Ali was not pulling any punches tonight. Ame hadn’t been watching him long enough to recognize a change in behavior but she could appreciate the way he was moving today. There seemed to be more than his usual attention grabbing gazes and seductive smirks, he honestly looked like he was having fun. Good day, she supposed, though the benign thought went out the window as he rolled his body, drawing attention to the curve of taut muscle.

By the end of the stream Ame was doing what she usually did, gnawing her bottom lip and staring only at the blond on the screen, her cheeks flushed and body warm. That, thank god, had been precisely what the doctor ordered. All of the day’s stress went out the window along with her ability to think.

At the last moment however, as the stream was ending, she caught something;

[ “Okay…that’ll be it for now. Hope you guys enjoyed and especially you, mystery sweetheart.” ]

She raised a brow as the screen went black. Mystery sweetheart? Well a guy like him had to get a lot of secret admirers, right? Maybe someone had sent him a particularly good message today or something, whatever it was, it had gotten him in a good mood.

The donate screen popped up and on a whim, she placed twenty-five more dollars in his account. What the hell, right? It wasn’t as if she needed the money for anything else so what did it matter.

The rest of the evening passed in a haze of homework and a quick call to her best friend to make sure they were both clear on the assignment they’d been given in one of the classes they shared. Then off to bed. Thursdays boasted the blessing of not having class until 2PM and Ame took the morning to laze around before opening her laptop to check her emails. Something from the day before was sitting there.

Ame read it over, and admittedly she choked on a mouthful of tea after the first few lines. Alibadboy? Contacting her? Of course, she had donated a /large/ sum of money but still this went outside the bounds of what she’d expected. Half of her wanted to leave the email alone or respond with a simple “you’re welcome” but she had more manners than that. Telling herself she’d regret it later, Ame opened up the reply box and began to type.

She paused almost immediately. How the fuck did she even begin this reply? The line that indicated her typing blinked at her impatiently. This was a business email, technically, but… Replying professionally seemed inappropriate for this exchange.

Sighing again, she deleted what she’d written then resumed typing.

TO: [email protected] FROM: [email protected] SUBJECT: RE: THANK YOU!!!

I’m sorry I didn’t see this yesterday, I didn’t end up checking my email. Speaking of emails, no, I won’t give it out to anyone I promise.

Ame paused here, reading over the next couple lines in his email. She considered his request for her username, and the question about her previous donation. The cautious side of her said to say no to both and move on, but the logical side said what was the point?

Ali was popular, but not that popular. New users were in the twenties at most and if he looked between donations, users and attendees, she wouldn’t be hard to pick out. Might as well.

I do watch your shows, yes. And yes to the other question as well, the $80 was me. You don’t need to do anything, now or in the future. I know what it’s like to be working your way through school and you need the money more than me. Just promise me the money’s going towards what you said it is, that’s about it.

No need for shout outs or anything either; I’m not really big on attention or being in the limelight. ( > // ^ //<) You don’t owe me anything anyway.

Also I hope this isn’t too terribly forward but you looked really great in the show yesterday.

And you’re welcome.

--ShyBlush

She clicked send before she could stop herself and wound up glaring at the last line. Why had she complimented him? She was just making a damned fool of herself—And she wasn’t talking about his stupid all too small shorts and how they showed off his rather unfairly perfect ass either. He’d honestly looked happy, and that made him look good. Not that she’d conveyed that.

Ame groaned, head falling forward against the table she sat at. Why had she even responded? Kurotsuki you’re losing your mind, signing up for a cam site now you’re emailing the man—For god’s sake girl pull it together.

Yeah, well… Ame found herself thinking dully. I’m still gonna watch the stream tonight… 

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         Each night he checked his personal email and for a while, he didn’t get anything back form whoever sent him that insane amount of money. Alibaba was not one to get anxious about these types of things but when it came to someone who just gave him potentially almost 500 dollars in essentially free money is someone’s good side he wanted to be on. Monday he got no response and did his livestream as he normally did and then Tuesday he still received not a peep from this mystery donor. He decided that if he didn’t hear back from them by that coming Sunday, one week after sending the email, he would send an apology email to that same person. It did seem silly, though, how someone would be so invested in someone webcamming site and not send so much as a ‘you’re welcome’. Maybe they didn’t want to be known or they were too shy to respond right away? Ah, the feeling that someone is too shy to talk to you is quite a stroke to the ego. And rather adorable no matter who it comes from.

Then, Thursday night, about an hour before Alibaba was going to start getting ready for ‘Thirsty Thursday’—when he does either a live request feed or he dirty talks to his audience—that his phone buzzed in alert of an email. Just as he had done for the past few days, he leapt towards his phone and when he saw that finally, the nameless, faceless, college student donor replied to him. Bright golden eyes flickered across his smart phone screen as he read the email.

So, this person was the one who gave him the anonymous 80 dollars too? Holy shit, he has to bite his knuckles to keep from screaming. Who has that much money to just give while they go through college?! It was faint but the blond felt a strong pang of jealousy. But, it wasn’t bitterness that Alibaba felt he was almost impressed rather than resentful. Still, he continued on. Make sure the money goes to his schooling, huh? At that, he had to chuckle. As if he had the luxury of spending it on anything else. But, it was still sweet where this person’s motives were coming from. Part of him expected them to have some ludicrous request but, no, this viewer was sincerely out for Alibaba’s best interests. That warmed him a bit.

No need for a shout out. Oops. Well, hopefully they wouldn’t mind terribly if the shout out was already done. He’d leave that out of his reply to this email in case by some stroke of luck they missed it. But then he came across that little emoticon. One he hadn’t seen used in a serious email before. Or hardly ever. It made his simple winking face look like a joke. There was no way this person wasn’t a girl. He was finishing out the email, feeling himself smile but then his smile dropped. It was getting to the last line and they hadn’t revealed themselves. He only asked for a username. But, if this person didn’t want to reveal that information, which was perfectly in their rights, Alibaba would understand and no ask further.

But then. At the bottom. It said a username that he recalled from last week. One that he took a certain exception to. ShyBlush. God what a cute screen name. Immediately after closing the window, he goes to his own page and looks at his subscribers list and searches for this ShyBlush. He clicks on the link to their profile and finds out ‘they’ is a ‘she’ and she is 18 years old. Then, he re-read the line where she said that he looked good in his show the other night. If the date on the email serves, she saw the show where he danced like a chicken with his head cut off. Oh, God, he was so embarrassed but also thrilled that someone so polite and so upstanding thought enough of him to say as much.

Quickly, he replied.

TO: [email protected] FROM: [email protected] SUBJECT: RE: THANK YOU!!!

Well, Miss Blush—can I call you Miss Blush? Your donation goes directly to my astronomy class so no worries there! I hope you watch tonight’s stream because this will be your first ‘Thirsty Thursday’ and I want you to enjoy it~ Thanks again! <3

--Ali

After getting ready like he normally did, Alibaba went to the poll to see which option won for tonight’s stream and to his surprise, it was the live request option that won in the polls. This ought to be fun. The basic rules for this one was that nothing could be requested that was considered obscene or fetish. Nine time out of ten this turned into a Get-To-Know-Ali bit. Which he didn’t mind but sometimes the questions can get a little invasive even for a webcam site.

He prepared his lighting, put on his thin basketball shorts and a sleeveless, loose-fitting top and sat himself down in his desk chair with the back of it pressing against his chest. He turned on the webcame and started his show with his usual intro.

“The requests reigned supreme in the polls this evening so and I have the chat set up so that one message could only be seen by me every two minutes. Standard rules apply, anything answered in the F.A.Q will be ignored and any requests that would violate the site’s regulations for base line entertainment will also be ignored. Hopefully we get a lot gone, yeah? Let’s get started!”

The first question came in immediately after opening the chat. And he read the first line aloud.

“Randyrudy719 says: Are you a loud moaner?” Alibaba chuckled at this one. “Ah…I wouldn’t call myself loud. But I can be if you want me to.” He gave the camera a wink.

“HotNBlondie1993 asks: How /big/ are you?” The blond leaned back and groaned but with a smile. If he got paid every time someone asked him this question he wouldn’t need to have this channel in the first place but due to the subject of the answer, he can’t put it on a public-viewing page like is F.A.Q. So, he answered it how he always did. “I’m 5’9, 124LBS and below the belt, I’m a plentiful 7 ½ inches.”

He kept answering question after question and then he got an actual request to do something.

“xXBigMacMackieXx would like to see me dance to a slow song soaking wet. With or without clothes on, would be my rebuttal.” He bit his dark lips at his viewers and laughed seductively.

Right away he got an outstanding amount of demand to do it as naked as he could get away with. Soaking wet with sheer white, cotton boxers it is. This was his version of a male wet t-shirt contest. He told his audience that he would be right back after a quick costume change and a run to his bathroom. He turned his shower on full blast, hot, while he rounded up his select boxers then jumped in just long enough to make his skin pinkish from the heat of the water and to drench his whole body. Then, without drying off a single drop, Alibaba slipped into his boxers that instantly clung to his body and left next to nothing to the imagination.

He gave himself a few strokes off camera to get his most favorite appendage camera-ready.

Once on-screen, the music started and the song was slow, filled with deep bass and a pounding chorus that spoke explicitly about how the singer wanted to screw his fair lady deep into his mattress. Alibaba danced his best and by the way the regular chat aside from the one filling up with requests was exploding with different hoots and hollers he could only imagine the content of, he smirks until the song finished.

At the very end with a final blast of music, turned away from the camera and with a small surprise of tear-away underpants, ripped the last standing garment on his body, showing his very well-toned buns to his very faithful fan-base. He turned around but held his bunches up boxers I front of his manhood to walk back to the camera for his outro.

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           TO: [email protected] FROM: [email protected] SUBJECT: RE: THANK YOU!!!

Well, Miss Blush—can I call you Miss Blush? Your donation goes directly to my astronomy class so no worries there! I hope you watch tonight’s stream because this will be your first ‘Thirsty Thursday’ and I want you to enjoy it~ Thanks again! <3

--Ali

Ame raised her eyebrow as she read the short response to her own email. “Miss Blush”. She’d tried to use an innocuous username, something that couldn’t be twisted or made too terribly detestable, and yet he’d found a way to make it into something almost cute. Miss Blush. Christ, people in the stream had just taken to calling her Shy—Did Ali have it out for the blood vessels in her cheeks because at this point they were going to burst they got so much use.

She had to take a second, taking a breath and rubbing a hand over her face to collect herself again. At this point she knew that going to a stream meant biting her lip till it was sore and needing a cold shower to calm her flaming cheeks. No use getting a head start, especially on… Thirsty Thursday had he said? What on earth did that mean she wondered.

This was answered when several minutes later, she found herself once more in the stream.

[ KittyWantsMaster14: Welcome back Shy! :33 ]

[ urdreamboi1353: ;))) Hey cutie ur late again ]

There was a handful of other greetings along the same lines and one PM which proved to be a DTF question which she ignored. Ame paused, fingers on the keyboard, before she chose her reply. The shout out had been for her, she knew that now, and granted he hadn’t gotten her request to not do so at the time but--

[ ShyBlush: Sorry. I was a bit distracted by an email. ]

[ KittyWantsMaster14: :OO Somethin more important than ALI???!! ]

[ ShyBlush: That’s debatable. ]

Flicking up the volume on her computer, Ame laid back and listened to the questions roll by. She didn’t send one of her own, mostly because she couldn’t think of anything she wanted to know. Nothing stream appropriate anyway. All her questions related to things like what classes he took and where his astronomy course was and why on earth did he even want to take an astronomy course to begin with?

Not things anyone else wanted to know. Not things Ali probably wanted to answer either.

She missed the request when her mind wandered and had to scroll back up in the chat, seeing as Ali has disappeared off screen. A groan escaped her as she read the request. Good goddamn she thought she’d get a bit of a break today, Ali had already managed to get a blush out of her without even being onscreen, but now—Christ, he couldn’t do it naked could he? No, she’d definitely close the tab if that was the case, no way. That was too much even for her.

As the minutes ticked by she considered closing the tab preemptively and just saving herself the trouble but ultimately chose to wait. Curiosity killed the cat, they said, but oh well.

The song started and then he was back onscreen and for a split second Ame swore she stopped breathing. Ali was soaking wet, his hair plastered to his face and more of a brassy yellow than a gold now. His skin was reddened from heat and the boxers left little to be imagined. Especially with what was currently pressing to the soaked fabric. Someone made a comment about seven and a half inches and Ame almost felt like informing them that was edging closer to eight and a half, if she had to guess.

Oh fuck though. Shy she may be but Ame understood how to appreciate a fine body when she saw one and if there was one thing Ali was it was fine. He was all smooth muscle and golden skin and sharp curves. His eyes shimmered and grins were just the right mix of playful and seductive to make your heart stutter in your chest. He reminded her of something out of a Greek painting only much more pleasurable to look at.

She’d thought the way he danced in those all too tight jeans was bad, but this was on a whole other level. His hips swayed his body rolled and she could trace every contour with her eyes if every time she got to his hips she didn’t jerk her eyes upwards again. Eventually the song was reaching its climax and he swung around and cocked his hip and then the last article of clothing came off.

By the time the stream flickered out Ame had her hands slapped over her face and she was so red her ears had tinted pink. Her eyes had snapped shut the second the cloth pulled away and she didn’t even have the indignation in her to be annoyed with herself. She’d come for a questionnaire and that… that was not what she’d expected. At all.

It took a good ten minutes for her to force herself to calm down and by then she’d closed the window and opened her email instead.

TO: [email protected] FROM: [email protected] SUBJECT: Thursday

That was more than a little uncalled for.

And definitely unexpected.

Congratulations, I’m living up to my username. ( /) /// ^ /// (\ )

--ShyBlush

She sent the email and it would only occur to her minutes later that that was probably not necessary to do. Why pick up correspondence? He’d said his piece and she hers. Still, now that she had a way to contact him she almost felt obliged to do so. Like complimenting an artist on a painting or a musician on their performance, almost. Not that he didn’t get enough praise (he did).