Chapter 5: Chemistry of Streaming

I needed to stream, so I moved to the back in chemistry, positioned the camera, and waved to my fans. I want a cordless throat mic to talk during class and a second phone to chat. Imagine chatting, talking, and streaming while filling the boring times in class, in a sense, getting paid to learn.

I peeked at Teacher Ryan, who sat in his leather chair behind his massive wooden desk and read from the textbook. He never glanced up, and while the worst teacher, as an original serum user, the administration took care of him. He could have taught history better, as he lived the complete history of the Enhanced Super Program. Teacher Jonas, a Brainiac Comp, taught history, so, by default, Teacher Ryan taught chemistry.

“I’m back,” I whispered into the corded mic, the black cable stretched between my fingers and the phone pointed up my skirt, “Mean math teacher didn’t let me film, which was good, ‘cause that’s a teacher’s job, right.” I pouted and then turned happy, with wrinkles beside my eyes, “I did get a few fan pictures that I will share with everyone later today, only for premium account holders. Let’s say I love it when my fans open up to me,” as I added a giggle at the end, put a finger in my mouth, and sucked on it. I made a mental note to upgrade Teacher Jones to premium.

“I will stream during all of my next class, and everyone knows that I keep my word,” I whispered, smiled, and moved my skirt higher to show more of the pink dildo and silver butt plug. The dildo spread my lips, which had grown a deeper red. The butt plug appeared dainty compared to the big pink dildo, but the butt plug felt bigger and filled me more.

I whispered,” This challenge has proven to be extremely hard. I almost orgasmed, like, so many times today, and right now, I want to reach down and jill off so bad.” The stream numbers had doubled this morning to almost record levels for me, and if it continues, I will earn a tenth of what I need to buy out my service, and with the twenty percent I already had, I could buy it out by mid-year.

“Remember, to bet on if I make the challenge or not at SuperBets, and click on the SuperPoll to vote for how I get to orgasm at the end. There’s over thirty choices,” I whispered and glanced around the room. Most students slept, a few scrolled on their phones, while a couple wrote notes. “The top vote, double penetration with two guys from school, number two, by only a small margin, is a schoolgirl with a strap-on. A distant third is alone with a monster dildo, while the fourth is fingers in a public washroom, and the fifth is with a lucky fan drawn at random.” I hoped for the monster dildo because Cin had one, and I would only need a room and Cin streaming to accomplish it. My next choice of a schoolgirl with a strap-on, Jen could do. The double penetration, or the lucky fan, might prove difficult to accomplish.

“Remember, the poll ends one hour before the challenge ends to give me time to prepare, and that stream will be for premium platinum subscribers only or as a one-time viewing fee,” I whispered and peeked at Teacher Ryan. He stared at me. Could he hear me? Shit, did he have enhanced hearing, a fucking Snoop? No one knew his enhancement, but we all guessed. Jen’s dad claimed that he went to school with Teacher Ryan, but we didn’t believe him, and as a Standard, Jen’s dad couldn’t have gone to school with a Super. Further, Teacher Ryan never acknowledged that he knew Mr. Penner.

I put down the mic, and I focused on everything else in the room except the dildo and butt plug; however, they demanded my attention, and so did my fans. I adjusted the light so the butt plug’s specular reflection didn’t blind the camera or others around me. My legs refused to stay still while my fingers spun my pen around and around. My hand squeezed the desk until I forced myself to take a deep breath and relax.

The dildo had slipped out a bit, so I pushed it back in, and the fullness of the two hit me like a wave, rushed up into my stomach and chest, and caused my heart to thump harder and faster. My fingers lingered above my clit, held back by only the presence of other students and the need to complete the challenge. My ass tingled while my pussy burned, and beads of sweat rolled down my thighs. Students coughed, and chairs creaked as I calmed my mind and mediated.

A phone chimed, and my eyes snapped open to see who would get detention for not silencing their phone. Stupid people deserve detention. No one moved as everyone waited for Teacher Ryan to banish the idiot. Instead, Teacher Ryan glanced at his phone, mumbled something, and ran from the room.