“Welcome, sir. May I help you?”
She was a woman in her early twenties, with long brown hair, brown eyes, and giving out an intense impression.
“Hello. I want to try becoming an SR streamer, so I came to buy the equipment I needed.”
She nodded, as if this were a common demand.
“Yes. As you know, we recommend our glasses and a stimulation streamer at a minimum. We have a starter kit for people not used to streaming. Would you like to see it?”
“Yes, please.”
I followed her around the store until she stopped in front of a specific table. What I was looking for was displayed there. The first item was a pair of black glasses. These weren’t normal glasses, but connected camera glasses, with the camera being a small, round glass apparatus on the right side, and a microphone attached to the left side. They were used to film what was happening during streaming, and connected to phones and the stimulation streamer, or SS. The main point was to free my hands since they would probably be busy with something more critical during sexual acts.
As she said, the second item was the stimulation streamer. It was a sort of patch that one would stick to their left shoulder. It acted as an add-on to the normal SR, allowing one to not only record but stream stimulation in real time. It was also a connected item, linked to a streaming account and streaming session.
The whole point of SR streaming was to share stimulation in real time, and these two articles were produced precisely with that purpose in mind.
”As you know, we also recommend using your phone camera during streaming. The more possible angles, the better time your audience will have.”
This was all I needed for now, so this was great. What’s more, the price seemed very reasonable.
“Only $89 for both. That’s relatively cheap.”
“That’s right. Unlike what the people outside say, we’re not an unfair company.”
Fortunately, I was old enough not to believe her words for a second. I had seen enough in my lousy orphan life not to believe that companies would do anything against their interest. If the price was low, it was because they wanted it to be so. If I had to guess, it probably was because SR streamers were large creators of SR content. The more SR streamers existed, the more Lacos had to sell on their market. Lowering the barrier of entry for new SR streamers only benefited them in the end.
“That’s great. I’ll take this kit, please.”
“Yes, sir. Please come with me.”
She took one of the boxes under the table and walked to the closest register, scanning it, before asking me.
“I’m guessing you’ll be paying with sex?”
That indeed seemed natural considering what I aimed to become. It was clear this woman was used to it.
“Yes, please.”
“Which act would you like to go with?”
That was a good question. The price was neither low nor too high. Orgasms were generally priced at a minimum of $100, which meant I didn’t even need to go that far. Plus, I knew it was her job, but I didn’t really like how this woman blatantly lied about stuff.
“I’ll stimulate your breasts.”
She looked a bit surprised.
“That’s fine, but it’ll take longer than a stronger stimulation. Or, are you confident in your skills since you’re aiming to become an SR streamer, sir?”
“You could say that.”
She nodded, not very convinced.
“I understand.”
She removed the top part of her Lacos employee uniform, exposing her medium-sized boobs. We taped on our left shoulders as I came closer, gently placing my hands on them. With slow movements, I massaged her melons for a few moments before bending forward. Aiming for her left breast, I sucked on her nice-looking nipple, provoking a slight reaction in her.
“Oh…! That feels strangely good. You didn’t lie, sir. You’re very skilled.”
I continued playing with her nipple for some time while kneading her tits. It didn’t take long before her small peak became erect, at which moment I moved my mouth to the other one. There, I repeated the same actions, my tongue flickering over the top of her right chest.
Just like that, I enjoyed her boobs for around seven to eight minutes, at which point she was already breathing harder with some longing in her eyes, when our SRs beeped. I backed off as she stared at me, bewildered.
“That ended so quickly… You have a great career in front of you, sir.”
“Thank you.”
She gave me my kit as the transaction concluded, and I left the store, happy with my purchase. Now that this was done, I returned home to prepare myself for my initial stream.
The first thing to do was simple. Create an account on a website that handled SR streaming, which was also owned by Lacos, without any surprise. Once this was done, I connected all my devices. I first applied the SS and connected it to my phone. I then registered the glasses on my phone. From my phone, I logged on to the streaming site and was able to run a few tests to see that everything was working correctly.
People watching my streams would connect their SR with a special downloaded software, and would be able to feel everything I felt. The most incredible part of the technology was that, if I had the other party’s approval, I could also stream their sensations. It was simply magical.
On top of that, folks would have two different camera views. One from my glasses, and one from my phone.
When I was sure everything looked good, I charged my phone to the maximum while watching streams from other people, to get an idea of the trends and vibe, and finally left my home.
Once on the streets, I started a new stream and waited for people to arrive. In the other world, new streamers would never get any people to join. However, in this world, things were a bit different.
Established SR steamers had their accounts linked to subscription plans. In other words, watching wasn’t free. New streamers like me all began with free streams, since we had no other choice to attract people and build a fanbase. People who didn’t want to pay flooded the new SR streamers' channels, and one such person soon found their way to me.