Double Lives

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗸

  Viviian

As I hit the button end stream, I sighed, another fun but not successful stream. I tried to put out content that was entertaining, play games that were trending,  promote my channel as much as possible, however I couldn't compete with the big guys. 

All they had to do was smile and they had all their fans begging for more - shit even I was begging for more.

I got up from my desk and walked the very short walk to my kitchen, of course finding nothing of substance in the fridge, I did the only logical thing a person could do. Order takeout. To say I was exhausted was an understatement, working two jobs, while trying to make it in the world of the internet had started to take its toll on me.

As I finished ordering my chicken dumplings and soup, i made my way to the living room, only to remember I sold my coffee table last week for some extra cash; extra cash that I had just spent  on the stupid fucking dumplings.

 Although I couldn't have one, at least if I wanted a roof over my head, I needed a break.

I opened twitter, liking my own tweets on a different account in hopes to boost them-  a girls got to do what she's got to do- As I scrolled through the endless amounts of dnf porn on my tl, I saw a new dreamsceretclub tweet.

'new vid out out now! check it out'  should have surprised me, however he had been extremely active  on YouTube recently, almost posting once a week. 

He had even managed to put out a couple streams last month. Whoever had kidnapped him and forced him to produce content needed a good smooch, because there was no way he just decided to start posting consistently  on his own.

Clay

I wiped the sweat off my forehead as i pressed the tweet  button.

 I had been grinding out so many videos; so many hours spent alone in my room coding, closing everyone off, trying not to think about anything but work. 

But as mind does, it wanders. And this time it wandered to Her. 

I tried and tried to get over her; get her out of my mind, but she sat pretty in the middle of my memories. The two emotionless eyes that  haunted me during the day, and creeped into my nights. Those lips that I did everything for, in hopes of turning them upwards; they never did. God  and her hair, the hair that would tangle my fingers for hours on end. I couldn't say why, but I missed her.

She had made me believe I was worth something, that we were meant to be together; but as people do, she lied. The night I'd found out what she'd done, was one of the worst nights of my life. Five years washed away in seconds. She'd left me alone, searching in the dark; for the pieces of myself that got lost. I couldn't say I didn't expect it, I could feel  her pulling away, see how much fun she had when I wasn't around. 

She never smiled like that with me.  

But like everything, it ends, and I should move on, I have to move on.

I got up from my chair and went downstairs, only to find Nick screaming at the TV. "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, JUST RUN FASTER FOR CHRISTS SAKE." Id recently gotten him into football. "Its not my TVs fault you decided to fan over the worst fucking team in the NFL." He just ignored me, continuing his hissy fit.

I walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a poptart. I opened up twitter, seeing all my fans write out their conspiracies as to why I was more active. They were quite funny. Soon after the yelling stopped, Nick walked into the kitchen. 

"When was the last time you got laid?"

 "WHATT?? Nick that's personal." "Oh wow its been that long? c'mon we need to find you a lady friend." he said wiggling his eyebrows at me

"I don't want a lady friend Nick, I'm perfectly fine now." I lied. 

"Clay... it's been six months, people cheat, it sucks and I'm sorry, but get over it." " Actually i have the perfect idea to help you." 

"Nick I'm not reading one of those self help books again."

"No, I have a better idea."

Viviian 

My car bleeped as I locked it. I walked inside and hurried into the dressing room, I was almost late again, too distracted watching Dreams new video.

 As I changed into my outfit for the night, one of the girls walked up to me and handed me my schedule for tonight.

 Pretty normal shit, a couple lap dances and thirty minutes on the pole. After finishing my makeup, I went to the bar to prepare myself for a long night.

  Not soon after I walked into the room I'd be doing my first performance in to find a man already sitting on the chair. His legs were spread and he looked me up and down hungrily. Another old man, unhappy with his relationship and looking for help through a young girl.

 I put on my best and most seductive smile, and walked towards him.

"Hello pretty." he said.

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After I finished I felt uneasy, sure I'd had some disgusting things said to me in the private rooms before, but something about that man and the way he talked had made me extremely uncomfortable. He hadn't broken any of rules though, so I couldn't complain too much.

I got another drink from the bar and got ready for my next lap dance, waiting  for them to arrive.

I waited...

and waited...

As soon as I was about to leave there was a soft knock on the door. I stood up to open it, not excited to be with whoever was behind. 

I was a little shocked when I saw a man around my age cowardly standing next to the door. As I opened the door wider for him to step in, he just stood there, a little shell shocked.

 "Well are you going to come in?" i asked.

 "Oh, Yeah, of course. Sorry" he replied. 

This was definitely a first for me, I hadn't been working here that long but I'd never had a man this timid in a private room; he looked more nervous than excited. As I closed the door behind him, he stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, I pointed to the seat and he nervously sat down. I realized I was going to have to be a bit more dominant for this to work. 

I walked towards him "First time?" 

He nodded and gulped.

As I sat down on him I asked "What's your name handsome?" I didn't lie, he was quite handsome, but it was mostly for his ego.

He hesitated before he replied, "Clay."