Chapter 15: The Need to Eliminate a Threat

I had just finished positioning the camera in Writing Class when Gert stopped at my desk. “Hey, so I want to be part of the wrap-up stream, or I tell your parents,” Gert said. His freckles had grown darker as red spread across his cheeks. His pale blue eyes appeared too bright for his dark features, dark brown eyebrows, dark brown hair, and pale lips. I almost hit him, but I refocused on the camera.

“Fuck off, Gert, if you tell, and I will kick you from my stream forever,” I hated that he knew about the stream. When I first started, I needed as many followers as possible, so I told him about the stream. He joined and remains one of my best customers, but I should have kicked him when it started to get raunchy.

“I tell your parents, and you won’t have a stream,” Gert said. He held his hands in front of him, knuckles red as he squeezed them. I hated the multi-shade look Gert always tried to pull off. Today, he wore a dark blue shirt, almost black, faded blue jeans with red, white, and blue Charles shoes, a knockoff of the Chuck Taylor shoe. He tried to pass them off as original and acted offended if the other guys teased him, but how brain-dead can a person get? They sold the shoes at PriceCo, and most middle school boys wore them. Sure, your parents can’t afford the originals, but no one cares. I couldn’t afford most of what I wore. The other students made fun of him because he pretended, not because he couldn’t afford them, but because those students couldn’t afford the originals either.

“Gert, if you say anything, I will kill you,” I said. I spread my fingers so I wouldn’t make fists, I didn’t want to make a scene. I didn’t want to end up in the principal’s office with Cin and Jen. I couldn’t afford the time away from my fans.

“You wouldn’t,” Gert said, but stepped backward to get outside my arm’s reach. His forehead erupted in sweat, but he still smiled. An annoying, condescending smile, that needed to get removed. I exploded up from my crouch and just missed his jaw with my fist. As a Flash, he could move fast, but I still managed to land on him and pin him to the floor. To beat a Flash, get a hold of them and pound them.

I straddled his chest, and he smiled at me, that stupid smile. I understood how this position must look and feel. My pussy, with dildo, pressed down on his chest, and only my anger kept the orgasm away. I wanted to smash his face, to make him bleed, but I would just get into trouble, and Gert, while hurt, would have won.

I leaned down as if to kiss him but whispered in his ear instead, “The fuck I wouldn’t. You interfere and I will slit your throat, then Jen and I will dispose of your body.” That removed his smile and replaced it with a frown, large, expansive eyes, raised, furrowed eyebrows, and flared nostrils. The sour smell of urine joined the sweat and bleach smell of the classroom. I moved off him and returned to my phone.

Gert stood, with a small wet spot at his crotch, and hit the door frame as he bolted out of the room. He did bring up a good point; people could blackmail me. You need to bring truth and light to a blackmail situation. Deal with the pain, once and for all, instead of dying of a billion cuts. I will tell my parents about my stream tomorrow.

I spread my legs further, ensured the camera had a great view, and whispered to my fans, “Another class. I hope you enjoy my squirming and leaking juices, cause having both shoved up my cunt and ass is hard, really hard.”

I smiled at the reference to a hard thing. The dildo has grown more prominent as the day progressed, but it also didn’t hurt as much as when I first inserted it. And while the butt plug isn’t comfortable, it also doesn’t hurt.

“Hey, so can I be on the stream?” Jen slipped into the seat beside me. She had changed into a yellow skirt that clashed with her pink shirt. She moved one leg over my leg and managed to block the camera’s view of both of us.

“Yes, but you can’t block my stream,” I said with a smile. I repositioned Jen’s leg so the camera could view both our crotches. She shaved, with a little tuft of brown hair at the top of her slit, which glistened and had a minor part between the lips, but couldn’t see her ass hole.