You Can Call Me Daddy |A Teamiplier Smut Story| W.I.P |

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C A S S I E
Monday, June 26th, 2017

I had taken my leave from the RedMoon bar. Six entire months of not working, but in some way getting to relax. Mark was supposed to FaceTime me in a few minutes and discuss a lot more details, as I was leaving Wednesday. I was sat at my desk, munching on frozen fruit while trying to finish one last commission on my tablet when Mark's call interrupted me. I propped the tablet up, so the camera faced me, and I answered the call.

Mark was sat in front of what looked to be a computer desk, soundproof foam on the walls behind him. By the look of the equipment sat on a desk at the back of the room I started to question if he was a YouTuber or not.
"Hey, Cassie!" Mark greeted with a welcoming smile.
"Hey! So what's up?" I asked,
"There are a few things I'm going to go over with you, basic stuff and what's all going to happen Wednesday, sound good?" Mark waved a notebook with some sort of list on it.

"Yeah, let's get right into it I guess," I nervously chewed at my nails, constantly glancing down at the corner of my screen where the small box with my face was.
"The main thing that you will need to remember the entire time you're here is that I am in the public eye, so that means you are going to be too. I know you originally didn't believe that I was a popular YouTuber, but I'm not kidding, this is and has been my career the past four years," Mark informed me with seriousness. My heart sped up, the whole reality of this suddenly doubling.

"Fuck, if you don't mind me asking but how the hell is this going to work then, because obviously this isn't something you'd come out to the public about...Right?" I questioned.
"God no, the story I think we have decided to go with us that you're my editor, which I will end up teaching you how to do because it is going to be your way of paying off the money," Mark informed me.

"Wait," I scrunched my face in confusion, "I thought I'd be paying you with y'know, sex. Don't get me wrong I'm fine with editing, I sometimes animate, so there's probably connections there, but I'm fucking you aren't I? I-I'm literally your sex toy."
Mark sighed and ran his tongue along the bottom of his lip,
"Listen, this is going to hard to explain, but what we decided would be best for you is that-"
I cut him off,
"Wait, 'best for me?' I'm sorry I'm really confused, this isn't exactly what I expected when I literally sold my body,"

"If you'd let me explain," He passive-aggressively chuckled, "We decided that we are going to treat you as a normal human being. Yes, the sex is still going to happen but if anything we will most likely end up as friends," Mark smiled at me, "If that's alright with you." I felt a sudden weight lift off my shoulders that I didn't realize was there. Every worry and concern I had the past few days seemed to be gone. I leaned back in my chair and ran my hands over my face,
"Oh my god, you have no idea how much relief that gives me," I sat up and scoffed out a laugh, "Of course I'm okay with that."

"Yeah I assume this whole thing would have to be pretty scary," Mark replied, shifting his stance,
"Shit dude I was terrified until thirty seconds ago!" I laughed,
"That's understandable. But yeah, you have your own room here, it's all newly decorated for you. We cleaned out our storage room," He chuckled.
"I'm so grateful for everything, thank you so much,"
"For treating you like a person? Anytime," Mark smiled sweetly at me,
I blushed and looked down at my desk, my mind filled with disbelief.
"Oh hey, before we move on to the next thing, you keep saying 'we.' Is there more than one person?" I asked. Mark lit up,
"Oh! Shit, I didn't tell you? Yeah, there's four of us, well kind of five because one of us will be flying in every once and a while,"
"Oh...Are they popular too?"
"...Yeah, Ethan is a YouTuber as well, Amy is sorta a twitch streamer, Tyler streams as well, but he's more known from being in my videos and stuff. I'll send you a picture of us."