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In contrast, Donovan wore only a snappy polo, khaki pants, and flip flops.
"So, under income I noticed you mentioned streamer?" He tapped the application and Jamie sat up a little straighter.
"Yeah?" She sounded mildly relieved he had noticed.
Donovan bit his lip.
"Pardon my ignorance, but is that a steady source of income?"
"I can show you my tax returns from last year if you'd like--," Jamie rested her leg on her knee, showing off more black: denim jeans and black combat boots. She reached down and produced two green folders.
"Last year I cleared six figures," she explained, handing the folders to him.
His fingertips brushed against hers and he cleared his throat as he thought of the freckles on her hand a little too long. Donovan hurriedly pretended to scan the tax returns and saw she was telling the truth.
"Wow--that's...wow." He peered up and looked at her, truly looked, for the first time as a viable applicant.
"I didn't know streaming was so lucrative," he said aloud, "What do you stream?"
Jamie replied quickly:
"Mostly video games, stuff that my viewers ask me to rate and review, lifestyle things."
"You don't have a problem with the lease length?" He asked, looking up. She shook her head.
"I generally like to move around hence my response to your 12 month lease."
Good to know, he thought, recalling the college students who had burned him before.
"Do you have a problem with animals?" He asked politely. "My dog, Beau, is generally pretty much around all the time and he doesn't really understand boundaries."
Jamie smiled, and Donovan felt her warmth.
"I love dogs--my mom had a French bulldog growing up named Pugsley."
As if to illustrate his point, Beau came bounding around the corner, all 89 lbs of pitbull in him.
"Beau! Hey!" Donovan rose to intercept the dog as it rubbed and panted against Jamie's leg.
"It's alright," Jamie laughed and petted Beau. The mutt wagged his tail and spun in circles. Donovan lunged forward to track the canine down but he ducked away and their fingers brushed for a moment.
Donovan flushed at the warmth pf her skin before he switched to corralling Beau out of the room and closed the door behind him. He exhaled.
"Sorry about that...he's basically a small child."
"Why don't we take the tour?" He offered. Jamie sat up, only a few inches shorter than him in her boots, and he showed her around his beach bungalow. Her hoodie hung low, exposing her black tank top and pale shoulders covered in tattoos.
"There's a really active college crowd around here," he pointed up the street, "You'll always find an open bar or brewing company on Fifth. Pizza and beer." He rolled his eyes:
"Of course, my place, The Last Wave, is open from 7-7, if you're ever interested. Half cafe/half bar."
Jamie nodded appreciatively. Donovan took her in and thought:
'She seems so out of place in this world.'
San Vicente was a great little beachside community with a few private universities, a thriving surf scene, and the best street tacos Donovan had ever had.
Yet here was Jamie Tolson, 6'0", black on black on black. She seemed unbothered by the sun or the chill breeze from the ocean.
"It's really nice out." Jamie remarked. "You guys must get so spoiled with perfect weather like this all the time."
"It's not a bad place to hang out," Donovan admitted.
They made their way back and sat in his open area living room. Beau played outside in the dog run, and Donovan pulled on a loose hoodie for the ocean breeze. Jamie sat across from him.
"Well, Ms. Tolson," he began, "There seems to be no need to complicate this any further. I'd love to offer you the spot but there's a hitch-," he smiled affably.
Jamie looked concerned.
"What...? What do you mean?"
Now it was Donovan's turn to laugh.
"Would you like the loft? Or the downstairs studio?"
Jamie broke into a smile and tossed her hands up playfully.
"The loft please."
...
Six Months Later
The last tourist to San Vicente had left a few weeks ago. Now, as November crept in, the small beach town woke up. Locals walked more openly and along the streets, embracing the lifestyle. Donovan saw more beach hoodies, beanies instead of sunglasses, flannels instead of swimsuits.
His own coffee shop, The Last Wave, was bustling as he pushed the door open. He heard hot voices as Beau strained against his leash. His lead barista, Colm, paused the argument with Nicole, his associate bartender. His voice was strained and brittle.
"It's November 14th, Nicky! It's not time for Christmas decorations to go up yet!"
He pointed an accusatory finger at the bartender's Christmas tree decorating activity going on.
Nicky crossed her arms, showing a row of geometric tattoos. At 5'6" she could keep most unruly people from getting into trouble. Her husband, Colm, seemed to be the only one who got under her skin. Both acknowledged Beau's excited wags and barks, but continued as Donovan hefted a box of supplies.
"It's November 15th, tomorrow is the start of the Christmas season on this street."
She jabbed her thumb towards the street.
As if to illustrate the point, the street was already decorated with a rose of Christmas trees and lights.
Donovan interrupted.
"We might as well start the work now because I don't feel like doing this on Monday. By then, Ethan and his "Main Street Gang" are going to be up our nose trying to make us "deck the halls".
Colm let out a huff and went to take an order. Nicky shoo'ed Beau into the back and went back to decorating.
"Thanks--he's been whining all morning. Where's Jamie?" She hung a red bulb ornament. Donovan joined her, hooking a fire truck onto the tree.
"Back at the house--she ordered a new display and keyboard and is already filming the unboxing."
"That girl never takes a break huh?" Nicky shook her head. "Her lease is up--when? In May?"
Donovan thought with a pang that six months had already passed since the lease had been signed.
"Yeah," he ignored the feeling, and began stringing up lights inside the conjoined bar/coffee shop, "She's supposed to head home for the holidays so I guess it's just me and Beau again this year."
He paused and added.
"I can take Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve this year by the way."
Nicky opened her mouth to express thanks only for Colm to interrupt.
"Don, you can't take another holiday working behind the counter!! Go! Take a vacation! We've got this!"
Donovan shrugged his shoulders and grinned.
"Come on--I love this place. I love getting to spend time here..."
He didn't add the last part of the sentence.
...with Jamie.
"I'll go grab Jamie and the sides; we'll be back for Friendsgiving."
...
He and Beau walked back to bungalow, storm clouds gathering on the horizon.
They were roommates. He had bills that needed to be paid. She kept to herself.
It started innocently enough. He had grabbed his keys to walk Beau along the beach sunset.
"Hang on, let me change--I want to go!"
Jamie would pull a thin black sweater on and shorts to compliment her indie rock beach look. Beau would heartily approve of the second pair of hands playing fetch with him.
He would ask her in her loft: "I'm heading to the grocery; do you want something?"
She'd pause and then shout down:
"Yeah wait! Can I come? I need more ramen!"
Even when things had seemed a little tense he thought of the dishes scene:
She had sat him down at the island kitchen, clasping her hands politely.
"Don--I love you as a wonderful human being. BUT--if you leave another dish to "soak" overnight in the sink, I might have to kill you and bury you at sea.
They had decided she would handle dishes after that. He stuck to laundry and household fixing.
He passed her in the kitchen and once had bumped into her.
"Watch it, roomie." She had said as she stalked away in red joggers, oblivious to his throbbing erection.
Beau sniffed at a patch of grass near the beach line and he saw her.
Black sweater, a red pair of board shorts, and a straw hat along the waterline. She stood and let the waves hit her feet slowly. With each crash she took a step back, until finally she began walking home. Beau barked, and she turned to them.
...
Jamie touched sand with her bare feet and groaned inwardly.
"I'll never get over that--never."
She'd lived in mud, rain, sun baked dirt. And had never once minded.
But sand?
"I hate sand," she did her best Hayden Christenson impression. The ocean breeze had turned cold full time, and she delighted in an opportunity to put on her flannels, her board shorts, and a hat.
"Summer sucks--falls where it's at," she told the crashing waves.
Her voice replied when the waves didn't.
"But that means six months have gone by...and then the lease is up."
The waves crashed and so did Jamie.
The gray clouds rolled in and she kicked at the sand.
"Why does he have to fold laundry so well? And why does he always wait for me to get changed to walk the dog? And why is his dog so cute!?"
Jamie heard a barking sound and her heart leapt.
She looked back and saw Beau and Donovan. She waved, her gaze lingering on Donovan for a moment before Beau came bounding up and tossed sand all over her. She cried out in laughter and covered herself.
"Beau--wait...no--stop--sit!"
Donovan came jogging up quickly.
"Beau!" He commanded like a whip crack. The dog barked and returned to his side. Jamie dusted herself off.
"Donovan--control your son!" She giggled. They walked back to the bungalow on the beach side.
They grabbed the food Donovan had prepped before hand and loaded it up in a wagon.
Friendsgiving was a warm affair, Jamie thought. Colm and Nicky bickered while Donovan served up holiday drinks. Beau whimpered as hot plates of delicious smelling food passed by, a victim of a new prescription diet that was costly. Nicky and Jamie cheers'd and Jamie sipped her hot toddy.
"Delicious," she murmured to herself.
Her alarm went off.
Donovan nodded.
"Stream alert?"
Jamie laughed. Donovan had practically memorized her schedule by now. He always made sure Beau was quiet during the streams.
"Yeah--," she stood up quickly, eager to get out. Don agreed and held the door open for her. Their hands briefly brushed and Jamie felt a slight thrill.
"Be careful--, it's going start raining soon. Can you shut all the windows?" He asked politely.
"Of course," she called out.
'You idiot, you're going to fall in love if you're not careful,' she thought to herself. She walked away into the evening to start her stream.
Donovan never pressured her, always did the right thing, and never once asked her for anything.
She hated it. Hated the way he made her feel comfortable.
The bungalow was quiet, Beau was with Don. She went up to her loft and put her stuff away. After a quick check on the windows, she drew all the curtains tight.
She came upstairs and pulled her leggings off, exhaling. Her black panties came off next. She turned on her computer and checked to see if the waiting room for her stream channel was open.
"64 in the waiting room."
"Good," she looked down at her penis, thoughtfully twitching.
Then she thought about Donovan and she got rock hard in an instant.
"Ugh!" She flung her sweater to the bed. A chime on her computer went off.
"5 minutes until stream begins."
She pulled on her dark green beanie covering her eyes and bangs as she thought aloud.
"Why am I hard for this guy?? He's literally the opposite of my type: tanned, clean shaven, and he has a DOG." She thought of the tatted beardos she was usually waiting for. She got up and huffed loudly.
Looking through her drawer, she found a few toys that had been ordered. She pulled on some lacy undies and double checked her makeup. When she came back, the stream was beginning and her mods messaged her:
"Ready?"
"Yes", she typed back. The countdown began and she pushed every "Don" thought to the back of her mind.
"Hi guys! Its SirenInk and it's time for our last stream before Thanksgiving! I'm going to be taking some time off for the holidays but I'll--," she paused and thought of her flight, of Beau, and Donovan. She blinked.
"But don't worry because I'll be uploading some previous behind the scenes stuff to hold you all over. But enough of that, you don't want to talk about that...", she winked mischievously at the camera.
"You came for this!" The camera panned downward at her pale but fully erect penis. The chat spammed with numerous messages of excitement.
Jamie leaned back and let the mods handle donations and messages. Her top mod, ArgusSmut, messaged her privately.
"Can you make sure the lighting is turned the right way?"
She frowned and let her cock bounce back and forth while she hurriedly pulled the lighting ribbon to the position it was supposed to be.
She messaged Argus back:
"Sorry--little distracted today."
Jamie showed off the two toys she had ordered for today: a simple flesh colored dildo and a bluish dragon dildo that had been on a wishlist.
She squirted a bit of lube into her hand and began stroking her cock in front of the camera. Jamie always enjoyed that opening wank, when her circumcised head got a little more attention. She felt the tiny goosebumps on her shaft, the coarseness of her pubic hair.
"No Shave November is still on!" She announced proudly. "I'm not promising anything yet but the December special may or not be shaving EVERYTHING."
The hearts and roses in the stream (de facto money) spammed and Argus sent a thumbs up.
Her cock twitched with excitement as she leaned her chair back slightly. With her spare hand, she licked her middle finger and began massaging her sphincter.
She spoke as she fingered herself.
"I'd say I'm imagining that this is you up my ass right now but if we're being honest you're not that type--, you're probably only good for licking my fingers."
Argus sent her a thumbs emoji.
'There we go', she purred as things warmed up. Her chat continued to flow and the active viewers grew higher. Her breath caught as the first finger broke through her anus.
"Mmmmm," she could feel her cheeks flush, as she pushed her finger farther and farther. "Nice and tight, just the way you freaks like it."
Jamie continued masturbating and fingering herself until she felt a sense of building relief.
"So...we've got two options: I finish right now...or we go a little longer..."
There was an avalanche of messages in the chat. Argus sent her a message.
"Winner: longer."
She laughed. Longer was always better according to her audience.
She held up both dildos.
"Which will it be...traditional...or new age?"
She saw the flesh colored dildo and thought of Donovan. Her erection flagged.
"Fuck." She said out loud. The chat seemed to ignore the comment and a moment later Argus showed her the results of the poll:
Dragon.
"You perverts have zero imagination," she taunted them. She leaned to the side and grabbed the dragon dildo, a bluish green mix of draconic proportions. She licked its length while looking at the camera.
"I've only ever tried this one once for all you Platinum Tier fans; I blame you if it doesn't work."
Argus messaged her.
"Private Paywall?"
"Hmm...," she pondered the question aloud as she began rubbing the dildo against her asshole, gently probing and looking at the chat.
4,000 Live Viewers, she read.
She thought of the new dog food Beau had been prescribed after his most recent appointment.
"Chat if we can hit 10,000 viewers in the next few minutes I'll jam this thing so far up my ass you'll see it come out of my throat. Five minutes, perverts."
The chat went wild with more messages and emojis. Argus sent her a frustrated emoji. She typed back:
"Relax. It's the season of giving."
Outside, she could hear the patter of rain start to pick up.
The chat was filled with more and more newcomers, all donating $10 here, $50 there, and more. The audience grew to 7500 in less than a minute. Jane examined the dildo a little more carefully, wondering if she would need extra lube.
She pumped a few generous dollops of the lune and stroked the dildo and her cock at the same time. While there was no comparison: the girth of this dildo was so much wider than her, she held the dildo close to her penis and masturbated again.
"Alright guys--we're at 9,900", she announced as the stream entered its second hour. "Those of you who want this better get your dicks out because it's as close as your going to get."
She saw the green check mark from Argus and began.
The trick to getting these kind of things in was a careful rocking motion. They weren't made for the regular folks. She grunted and twisted her hips to get the best angle. The dragon dildo had a large triangular head that was angled. She stopped masturbating for a moment to think about placement.
With one last push she was in with a slight moan.
"Oh god...oh yes...yes yes yes." Jamie closed her eyes and let the filling sensation flow as she jerked off faster. This was why it was so important for her to have Argus. She tended to lose her focus on the stream and chat during this part.
She worked the dildo farther and farther, pushing past a particularly vicious knot.
"Fuck!" She grunted in momentary pain, then she felt the sensation build.
"I'm going to cum guys. I can't hold on for longer." She pivoted to a different position, squatting on the chair as she bounced up and down on the dildo. Her hands left her cock, instead bracing herself. Jamie could feel her testicles slapping against the dildo.
"Yes! Yes!!" She sank down past the final knot of the dragon dildo. She moaned with pleasure and felt herself coming.
"Aaaaaah!!! Fuck fuck!" She clenched her eyes and asshole and came, jets of cum shooting out of her and onto the desk. One stray even hit the camera. Jamie couldn't care less. Her anus felt stretched beyond limits. Her cock was on fire. And her mind was crystal clear.
'I wish Donovan was this dildo,' she thought blankly. Gradually her eyes fluttered open and she saw a literal ghost standing at her door.
'That's funny,' she murmured. 'That looks just like my landlord...'
The ghost Donovan was beginning to look very real. His mouth was wide open and he was carrying what looked like a pie.
Then it all came crashing down.
"I'm so sorry, I thought I heard you moaning like you hurt--I gotta go!" Donovan blurted out and ran.
Jamie's eyes shot open and she quickly addressed the stream:
"That'll be all for tonight guys! Argus if you'd please!!"
Jamie bolted from her chair and was trying to grab for her hoodie and sweats when there was a wet SLAP sound. She groaned and went limp for a moment as the dildo popped out of her asshole and dropped to the ground.
"Uhhhhhh....!" Jamie nearly fell to the ground and came at the same time. She limped into a pair of black sweats and pulled a bathrobe on.
She saw the stream end and one last message from Argus.
"Great stream!! Nice touch with the landlord bit!"
Jamie groaned and rolled her eyes.
