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 "Good evening, everyone, it's Gibi.
 I hope everyone's been enjoying their weekend so far, and thank you for tuning into this extra special livestream."
 
 As she speaks, she glances towards the viewer count in the corner of the
 screen.
 It quickly shoots into the double-digits; nothing amazing but it's fairly normal for how it's been recently.
 Gibi keeps her face up nonetheless.
 Her experience with the community has been kind but she'd better not take any chances.
 It's well-known that pretty girls get a potential boost and she doesn't want to jeopordize that over something so trivial.
 
 She came to this nascent ASMR conference to get to know other creators in her new community.
 She also wanted to get her name out, perhaps get to know a big content creator who would help out her channel and give her a good jumpstart.
 Pretty girls are a dime a dozen in the ASMR world; it may be a boost but she could also be relegated to white noise along with dozens of others who weren't able to make the cut.
 
 Gibi knows there's not really anything in her repertoire that makes her stand out from her peers, at least not yet.
 She honestly hasn't gotten comfortable enough in front of the camera to let herself shine, but given the rising popularity of "nerdy", "e-girl", and "gamer" aesthetics, she's sure she could carve out a niche.
 
 She wobbles a little as she leans back in the hotel room's desk chair, the plastic squeaking as she does, while reading the chat messages that are slowly populating on her screen as more viewers trickle in.
 It's the first night of the conference so she's not expecting immediate results, but she's hoping one of the bigger ASMRtists she met today gives a shout-out to her on their socials.
 She did make sure to mingle about with as many people as she could, and most are most likely still making their way back to hotels or getting dinner and drinks nearby.
 
 "Oh wait before we get started!" Gibi exclaims, "let me fiddle with this thermostat...
 I forget how cold hotel rooms are."
 She pushes herself back from the desk with extra effort to get the chair moving over the thin carpet and stands up.
 It's early summer in Los Angeles so all she's wearing are her favorite black jean shorts and her Legend of Korra shirt, but even her black hoodie isn't keeping her warm enough indoors.
 
 Gibi takes a few steps over and scoffs as she sees the temperature.
 She raises it up a few degrees before shuffling backwards back to the chair and falling back into it, laughing at the ludicrousness of the situation.
 She *may* have had a little to drink; the first night is after all mostly a social gathering with most of the events starting tomorrow.
 
 "You guys, it was sixty-five degrees in here! Does the Marriott want all of its guests sleeping in ice boxes?"
 
 Her eyes quickly scan the chat.
 Most people are agreeing with the preposterousness of the temperature, a few random shitposters, the usual suspects.
 Before she gets the chance to begin her updates, she suddenly hears a knock behind her coming from the direction of the door.
 *Oh shit*, Gibi thought.
 It entirely slipped her mind that she had a date tonight.
 
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 Jake had decided that, nah, he’s not going to wait.
 He had the choice to change focus and keeping the hunt going with different prey or to actually wait wait…but Jake couldn’t just wait, he knew action was the move in a case like that.
 
 A rather good looking and rather well bodied fitness content creator, Jake often had good luck at these types of gatherings.
 Guys like him were perfect to match with the pretty fitness females or beauty influences.
 But, yeah, beauty was everywhere if you knew where to look.
 He didn’t always need some with the a great ass in a pair of leggings or someone who knew how to draw a cat eye sharp enough to kill a man.
 In fact sometimes it was more fun, and easier, to go off course to somewhere that you didn’t have so many hunters on the field.
 
 Like into ‘ASMRtists’.
 Like to Gina…Gibi, as she was known, who could actually draw a pretty good cat eye.
 It wasn’t anything he ever talked about in his social media but Jake was one of those people who felt the ‘tingles’ pretty well and who discovered it didn’t happen to everyone and that there was a community for it and he found it a great way to unwind at the end of the day.
 And he found Gibi ASMR, a cute brunette who just happened to ‘trigger’ him.
 The Roleplay stuff with the anime characters he could pass but when this girl got up close to the mic and wiggled her fingers it definitely got him feeling things.
 
 And tonight after finding Gibi for real he was feeling another kind of tingle, this time in his pants.
 A little dancing and some drinks and he liked where it might go.
 He wanted to break her off from the crowd and get personal with her but she had to update her fan.
 She promised, she said, and Jake knew how that was.
 You had to meet those commitments and be reliable and build the fan base.
 She needed an hour, then he could come to her room and they’d head out to a nearby bar.
 
 Thing is….a lot can happen in an hour.
 Minds can change in an hour.
 So he gives her twenty minutes.
 Enough time to get her stream going so he didn’t interrupt the start.
 He’d be part of the update, they’d manage.
 But what Jake wasn’t going to do was wait an entire hour and find out she was now too tired to come out.
 
 *Knock Knock*
 
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 Gibi jolts out of her chair, giving her viewers a split-second peek of her midsection in her haste.
 The chat, however, is focused entirely on the knock and blowing up in typical Twitch fashion.
 
 Had it already been an hour? Gibi could swear it's only been twenty minutes but then again she neglected to include the walk back to the hotel - nearby, but still - and her shower.
 She begins scrambling, shouting out towards the door, "just a minute!".
 
 Meanwhile, she begins hurriedly updating the livestream of her outing with people she met at the conference - neglecting the finer details for the moment, no need to have the stream wallowing in gossip while she's gone - and that the planned conference update will have to wait.
 
 Gibi throws herself towards her open suitcase, luckily behind the camera, and begins pulling out whatever she could find that's more "night on the town" worthy.
 She hadn't planned for anything like this so she defaults to the trusted look of full denim, her only other clothes other than more shorts and t-shirts: the one pair of pants she brought and a jacket.
 Luckily she had already applied some mascara prior to the stream, so she jumps into her well-worn converse and opens the door to greet her suitor.
 
 Slightly out of breath but doing her best to hide the pandemonium that had occurred behind the hotel door, she slips through the crack and closes the door behind her in another attempt to keep the livestream from seeing who actually is her date.
 As of now, she'd rather keep it secret.
 *At least the panic seems to have shocked the alcohol out of my system...*, Gibi thinks to herself.
 
 "Hey, so sorry about that... Time must've passed me by faster than I'd like!"
 Gibi quickly glances up and down her date.
 He's also fairly casually dressed, crisis averted!
 
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 “No no, that’s cool.
 I just, uh, I couldn’t wait.”
 
 Jake gives her the right amount of boyish eagerness, that ‘can you blame me’ kind of pity inducer but mostly a strong voiced ‘couldn’t wait to see you’.
 She’s not the first girl to hear it but Gibi is the current girl to experience it’s well practiced delivery.
 
 “Besides, not much of a party without you around so I was hoping you’d be here.”
 
 He made a slight change what he was wearing downstairs, dark jeans atill but now a nicely fitted new T-shirt.
 Grey, patterned, stretched handsomely across a broad chest.
 Jake had stopped by his room to give a quick refresher, finishing with some legit cologne…no body spray.
 
 “I could keep you company while you finish up.”
 
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 Gibi hesitates for a moment.
 The biggest and most popular ASMR creators tend to be women, and as such the majority of crossovers tend to follow along those lines.
 It really wouldn't make much sense to be online with a random man who doesn't have much of a connection in the space.
 Gibi's just taking extra precaution, no need to jeopardize her foundation-building.
 
 This really wasn't a situation Gibi expected to be in on the first day.
 She had previously envisioned a quiet evening, ordering some room service while updating her fans on the first day of activites.
 But then Jake had come into the picture and shook up her plans.
 
 Then again, it's not like he was some random.
 He hads a decent following and most likely knows of some more high profile creators in the space that helped to nab him an invite to the conference.
 Or at least that's what the word was around; there were a few others like him, other creators who were able to get in who let on as much.
 Maybe she can lean on his following for her own brand?
 
 Gibi makes a decision she hopes will pay off.
 "Um, sure! So, just to warn you, you'll be on a livestream once you walk in.
 I...uh... kinda left it on before leaving."
 
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 Jake thinks on his feet, not with his business brain but with his other brain.
 The one between his legs.
 He had good camera presence, he was confident of that.
 And if he could display it a bit that might help things move along, so just as Jake was finished speaking his lips curl into a smile.
 
 “Make come say Hi to everyone?”
 
 Jake makes a decision he hopes will pay off, but he’s looking for a different result.
 
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 Gibi slowly reaches back into her pocket for the room key.
 She tries to hide the look of hesitancy on her face as she opens the door, preparing for the stream to blow up once they see her walk into her room with a strange man.
 Maybe some will recognize him, but given her relatievly small audience size, she's pretty doubtful.
 
 The door silently opens and they both walk in.
 Gibi's eyes are fixed onto her computer screen, trying to see if even at this distance she can make out anything being said in chat.
 She begins thinking how she can fit this into her plans.
 What little she said so far was that it would be a special livestream due to the conference, but maybe she could have a guest? An ASMR test subject in a live session, something she'd hasn't done before.
 
 Gibi mulls it over before announcing to the empty room and her stream, "hey guys, so I'm back quickly with another announcement!"
 She reaches her computer and the chat's slowly beginning to blow up, at least from the few that were still watching the empty room.
 
 She smiles at the positive attention she's seeing so far; she's confident this could be a good boost and hides a potential date.
 Believe it or not, but women online get bigger audiences when the men following her don't know if she's 'taken'.
 Misogyny at its best, but Gibi's here to make the best of it.
 
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 Jake had a good camera presence and he didn’t think that too egotistical to know it.
 He could position himself well, talk well, and that he considered to be part of why he was able to but a bit more successful than other guys who just thought all you had to do was be strong or handsome to be a fitness vlogger.
 Jake was those things but also covered the intangibles that made him a ‘good watch’
 
 “Heyyyy everyone!”
 
 He says it leaning over slightly and waving to the assorted remote viewers.
 It’s also done with noticing where he is on the other side of the chair across from Gibi and filling the space there appropriately.
 
 “Oooo is this a…Yeti? Oh, do you have one of the ones with the ears?”
 
 Jake knew she did, he had seen the video.
 But what this did was let the viewers know right from the start the he knew something about this other world he walked in on tonight.
 
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 Gibi's heart races as she channels that anxious energy into excitement for the livestream.
 So far the chat comments aren't anything bad, meaning nothing that she would take as a first sign of future regret.
 Jake seems confident in front of a camera, which makes sense given what he does, and the response from both vlogger and viewers looks positive.
 She can definitely use this as a good way for people to get excited as the livestream continues again later tonight.
 
 Walking up to his side, she bends a little lower and pops herself in frame to address her viewers in her whispery ASMR voice.
 
 "Surprise!", she exclaims.
 "So today at the conference I managed to pick up a fan!"
 Gibi turns back around to Jake still keeping his camera persona and gives him a subtle wink.
 "He's going to be joining us later tonight for that special livestream I hinted to you guys earlier.
 I'm sure a few of you will recognize him, but he's going to be part of a live ASMR session right here for everyone."
 
 Live ASMR streams hasn't really caught on yet at this stage, so she's hoping to really take advantage of that.
 So a little tease of what will be coming up should keep everyone on their toes.
 
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 “Oh…oh the voice! Ohhhh I was too loud”
 
 Jake replies whisper-izing his voice but he’s too far away from the camera and not quite hitting the right tone to achieve ASMR triggering.
 But what he aims to do is to show he does care about it, after all there was a reason he was interested in Gibi.
 Sure, it’s a hookup, but ASMR was his in and he wanted to show her that he really was ‘cool’ about it.
 
 “I’m here…for the tingles…”
 
 He tries it again, leaning in a bit closer and speaking as smoothly as he can.
 Actually, a little more practice and Jake feels like he can get that voice just right.
 Leave it to the Pro, though.
 
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 Gibi chuckles at his over-correction.
 *I'm sure he'll get the hang of it*, she thinks.
 Well, she *hopes*, but it does show an effort.
 He might not be an ASMRtist, but maybe Gibi can get him more in the fold of the community at this rate.
 
 "As you can see, he's still a little raw.
 But I'm sure he'll improve later.
 Let's cut him some slack, he's new to this," Gibi whispers out as she keeps her eyes focused onto the camera.
 Any ASMRtist worth their salt always has to maintain eye contact.
 
 Gibi slides her eyes back over to Jake and asks him, "so what do you
 think, could you get the hang of this?"
 She looks back over to the camera, "I'm sure after a drink or two will loosen him up for the camera."
 She whisper-laughs as she sees the reaction in the chat: a bunch of 'ooohs' and 'aaaahs' as if you were called to the principal's office in grade school.
 
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 “Well…”
 
 They had some chatter downstairs, some good chatted.
 Some few-drinks-fueled chatter.
 Jake felt good about his chances tonight but of course the gamble of that chance was based on something at the end of the night.
 He suddenly considers putting a little bit into it right at this moment.
 
 So with that idea, Jake leans down more.
 Crouching a bit to the other side of the chair she was previously sitting in, the handsome fitness vlogger gives a smile at the camera (and in turn, to Gibi who’s watching), and then slides his eyes over to look at her.
 
 “I thought I could try and get the live A…S…M…R experience”
 
 He was settling into it now.
 His tone didn’t have the magic that hers did but it certainly felt as if he was saying it the right way.
 
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 *Well he certainly is forthcoming about playing along*, Gibi thought as she watches him eye up the camera and give his best attempt at ASMR.
 It might not be perfect, but he's doing a pretty great job so far!
 It actually is a lot harder than it looks to fully concentrate on being as soothing as possible.
 
 The audience is eating up his enthusiasm and are clamoring for the session.
 As she had said earlier, it wasn't something common as most ASMRtists preferred pre-filmed content in order to fully control the environment and achieve that ASMR zen.
 But the people want what the people want.
 
 Gibi leans over to Jake's ear and asks him, "you sure you want to go with this now?
 It'll be a lot of sitting, not really most people's expectations for a fun date."
 
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 Jake sees the chat lines pick up their speed as her viewed have something, a few different things, to say.
 He consciously doesn’t want to be caught reading and be lost from the moment.
 However he does see some nice stuff that shows he’s been noticed from his other work.
 As his eyes quickly size up the chat and the shot they also see her head turn and Gino’s profile view come closer.
 He braces and feels the light tingle when she speaks.
 He turns to her, their faces close in front of the camera.
 He smiles, his eyes wide to let her see that briefest of attempts has done something to him.
 
 “Oh shut up.
 Best first date I’ve ever been on.”
 
 He doesn’t try for ASMR but still speaks softer to her pretty girl right in front of him that he’s also trying to progress and eventually close the deal with.
 It’s certainly not as he’d be speaking on his own channel but right now he’s in her world.
 
 “So I’ll sit here and you’ll work your magic?”
 
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 Gibi mulls over the proposition, momentarily forgetting she was still on the stream.
 It means she got all ready for nothing, but it does save the hassle of having to go out.
 And she gets to stay in her comfort zone as well as see how he does in it.
 She's not implying there's necessarily an _after_ after the conference, but with how important ASMR is to her, it'd be good to know he's someone interested in it.
 Gibi glances back at the camera as if speaking to the audience instead of Jake.
 
 "Well then, sir, it sounds like you lucked out.
 Welcome to Gibi's Workshop, an all-inclusive and immersive ASMR experience.
 Oh, this is new to you?
 Well, there's no need to worry about that, no experience is required!
 Just sit back and relax, go with the flow, and tune into the experience of a lifetime!"
 
 She smiles, trying to fully get into character.
 The whole shebang, exactly what an ASMR-craving audience would expect to see from featured videos.
 She just hopes Jake can get the hang of it.
 
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 Jake didn’t want to show ‘giddiness’, not necessarily that it was a negative thing but there still had to be some manliness about him.
 Gibi was going to have control of the situation but he could still control his emotions…or should he? She’d be doing something that would cause an automatic response with him anyways and he didn’t have a problem being seen like this on her stream.
 He wanted the ASMR experience but it had to be balanced out with his shot at getting the other kind of experience he wanted.
 
 The smile is there, letting her know there’s excitement.
 In lieu of words that might upset the balance of the sound, he stays silent for his acceptance offering.
 
 She has a chair set up in front of the hotel desk, the standard furniture.
 Then there’s her ASMR gear.
 The laptop, naturally, and a ring light to enhance the illumination situation.
 Then the mics, twin appliances to catch delicate stereo sound.
 Jake slides as carefully as he can into the seat.
 
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 Luckily Gibi's been at it *just* long enough that she didn't hit a creative wall at this change of plans.
 Even though the lack of a "plot" that most videos are centered around or even the lack of most tools isn't particularly a great foundation, she's confident that she can whip something up.
 She's probably one of the few people who can claim they've had an ASMR date, so it's unprecedented territory!
 
 Before starting, Gibi leans over to her setup and adjusts the microphones.
 She pulls each arm out from the desk, splitting them onto each side of Jake's face.
 It's a little awkward, but she wanted to make sure she could capture binaural audio for her audience.
 Her willing volunteer - and herself for that matter - will have to deal with microphones right by their faces.
 
 She moves herself back away from the screen and hovers her face just behind her subject's left ear.
 *Good thing I had time to brush my teeth in my panic*, Gibi thinks.
 With microphone to her left and an ear to her right, she whispers her intro's follow-up, "so, is this your first time with ASMR as well?"
 Not too breathy or quiet, but just loud enough for Jake, and more importantly her stream, to hear.
 
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 Jake wasn’t the only one who had time to freshen up.
 Just as Gibi did, Jake cleansed the liquor from his mouth so that in the event of some very happily rapid progressed she wound have something minty to taste.
 The fact that she did as well…a good sign, no? Couldn’t do anything about the 5’o clock shadow but thankfully a bit of scruff looks good on Jake’s manly face.
 He sees it there in the monitor, her quality camera picking up a good amount of detail of himself, her, and the surroundings.
 He stays in place as she moves around him resetting her setup.
 
 Then she speaks, but before he hear Gibi he sees her in the streams recording, her eyes flick to the screen and catch his.
 A smile flickers, a feeling coming over him that alights into a low grade tingle as the anticipated voice hits his ears.
 
 “My very first time.”
 
 He says it low, not trying to try too hard but trying to match a little bit of ASMRness.
 Also, trying not to bite too hard on the ‘first time’ bait he could be grabbing.
 
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 "Not to worry, I'll make sure you're properly taken care of tonight!", Gibi whispers delicately.
 
 Switching to Jake's other ear, Gibi says, "so the first order of business is to put down your information.
 I can't put you through a procedure as delicate as this without your contact and insurance information..."
 Her voice trails off as she leans forward to the desk, grabbing a pencil and paper she had left out when writing notes about the conference she was going to bring up on stream.
 Her lean pushes her chest up against Jake's shoulder, the first time they've really had any sort of physical contact this evening.
 
 Gibi didn't think anything of it and assumed he wouldn't either: they're both adults here, and they're on a date anyway.
 *It's not like I'm not wearing a bra or anything*, Gibi bemuses.
 
 "Okay, so first: name..."
 Gibi leans back, positioning herself and her notepad by the microphone, and continues down her imaginary list of information, swiftly scratching down gibberish, the lovely tingle-inducing sound reverberating throughout the room.
 
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 Jake smiles at seeing the ASMR in action.
 The ol’ ‘writing down information’ move, one he’d sees many times in videos.
 Those who really experience ASMR watch them and think of how it would be great if there was a real clinic that would actually take care of you like that.
 Here he had it…not real, but real.
 Jake let the experience enter his mind but there were still some thoughts that he had to pay attention to.
 
 “Jake Mahoney…my YouTube channels is JakeyFits.”
 
 Clever collaboration, or at least cute.
 He had to do something, he knew he couldn’t just sit here and let her have full control.
 He needed to wrap himself in it, somehow.
 
 “Have you ever been to it?”
 
 He whispered, going along with the tone.
 
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 Gibi is thrilled to have someone who willingly and enthusiastically wants to be a part of a live ASMR session.
 Jake's response threw her off at first; despite speaking directly into someone else's ears, she had treated them as microphones until now.
 She didn't expect the microphones to respond to her questions.
 
 Playing along with a chatty customer, Gibi responds with surprise, "wow, a Youtuber gracing my business!
 I haven't had someone remotely as famous in here before!"
 Hamming it up for her character as well as her date.
 "So, JakeyFits...I assume a fitness channel?"
 
 Gibi playfully grabs his arm and gives it a few squeezes, smiling at the camera and back to Jake before whispering, "it has to be given these gains!"
 Slightly distracted, Gibi's hand remains a split-second longer than she had planned on Jake's arm before returning it back to her clipboard to prepare for the next set of scribbles.
 
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 “Why thank you for noticing”
 
 Jake dropped an attempt to do an ASMR voice there, it he still kept his tone low…seductive, he hoped, but not cheesily so.
 Authentically seductive, just a touch of it.
 Enough so she wouldn’t notice it but would still hear it.
 Hopefully, Jake thinks.
 It’s worked for others.
 As Gibi leans over to scratch pencil on paper, his eyes go to the screen.
 
 > OMG she touched his arms! Gibi x JakeyCannon 👂x 💪
 
 What’s funny is that he had been in that chat before, lurking.
 And here it seems those he lurked with knew him and liked seeing them together.
 Well…perhaps he had to think on his feet…
 
 “I’ve wondered…just how many things can you tap on?”
 
 He didn’t clue her in verbally but Jake reaches up and pulls up one sleeve, allowing his bicep to bulge as he flexes his arm.
 Hell of a tapping area, he thinks.
 
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 Gibi has to contain a snort - that wouldn't fare well during an ASMR session - at Jake's proposal.
 She swallows the noise and puts up her best whisper chuckle that still carries the original intention.
 
 "Well, I've never gotten a request like that before!", Gibi replies, holding herself back from laughing out loud.
 "This is your first time in our clinic, but skin taps like that may not be as effective as others sounds."
 
 The cheekiness is tempting, however.
 She leans over to the side to fiddle with the microphone positioning and says, "but as it *is* your first time, we could give it a fun try to see how it goes."
 
 Once the equipment is in position, Gibi gently grabs his upper arm and moves it towards the mic.
 She does have to admit that it's exciting: live ASMR, new sound, and the best part is the skin contact; her stomach made her feelings very known to her when she grabs his arm and it instantaneously swoops.
 
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 Jake leans in with Gibi’s touch.
 There we go, just as he was hoping.
 A little contact, a little playing along, just where we can find some places to go.
 He looks up for a quick moment, finding her eyes on his arm and repositioning him.
 A master at work, he thinks, kinda cool.
 For all of the extra motives he had here, he also was loving the personal experience.
 
 “I know you need something firm, is this enough?”
 
 Jake bends his arm and gives his muscles a squeeze.
 His bicep, his whole arm really, thickens up tenses up right there in front of her and the camera.
 And also right there under her fingertips.
 He waited for a moment she was just laying her hand on him to flex.
 
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 Lost in her thoughts for a moment, Gibi closes her eyes and re-focuses; she really doesn't want to be caught live on-air with a wandering mind due to a well-sculpted bicep.
 
 Opening her eyes, Gibi begins to give a few taps on the smooth flesh presented to her.
 It's a dull sound and most likely won't be very triggering for many, but she continues her orchestra while she looks straight to the camera and asks the audience.
 
 "So what do you guys think about it?", she questions softly.
 "This this is a keeper?"
 
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 The incoming comments confirm what the two in the room think when they head the sound - inadequate.
 For all Gibi could do to drum her fingertips on Jake’s bulged bicep, the sound didn’t travel over to the mics well.
 It looks good, and a couple people definitely like *that*, but it doesn’t work for ASMR.
 
 “Well, can’t say we didn’t try.”
 
 Jake turns and looks up, giving a smile to her.
 He wanted to be more than surface area anyways.
 But that leaves him with the quandary of how to keep himself…and his body…involved.
 
 Thankfully, the chat obliges…
 
 *“Try it on his pecs”*
 
 *“Tap his abs”*
 
 *“This might be the only time I’ve seen him wearing a shirt”*
 
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 Skimming through the chat justifies her position that it wasn't the best.
 But she only half expected the continued want of more body ASMR, which was poor by her; she's been online enough that *of course* people would want more "scandal".
 
 At this point though, Gibi was open to it.
 It excited her to see the audience reaction, but it also excited her a little.
 A first date and she's already going with skin-to-skin contact? Definitely pretty forward, but it feels fun and lighthearted.
 
 Gibi attempts her most tongue-in-cheek sultry look at the camera; "oh so is that what you want to see? Well aren't you all nau-"
 
 And that's as far as her attempt went before she had to stifle her laughter back into a whisper to not overload the sensitive equipment.
 She catches Jake grinning as well, and feels glad that he's on the same page of marvelling at the silliness of the whole situation.
 
 "Well, Jake, you heard the audience.
 *Take off that shirt!*"
 
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 Oh, she was playing along with it?
 Thank you random internet people.
 Funny enough but this is all her fans egging it on.
 This wasn’t in the plans so there was no advanced notice of streaming, no sudden alert sent out.
 And honestly at this point he didn’t want his make fans cockblocking him.
 How ironic.
 
 “If the lady commands…”
 
 It sounded gentlemanly, he felt like he delivered it well, but its impact was probably not as penetrative as what came next.
 Jake reached down and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and peeled it up…and off.
 He was good at taking his clothes off, he practiced taking his clothes off.
 He knew his women fans, maybe even the guys too, liked seeing it.
 So Jake knew how to make it look good without trying to hard.
 
 That’s what Gibi had for her own eyes, up close and personal.
 Not just the biceps but the pecs and abs and traps.
 He was well muscled, well built, all wonderfully suiting his body’s frame natural, healthy.
 Not too bulked.
 Very crowd pleasing, both the fitness crowd and the particular female crowd.
 
 The chat popped off again, a quickening burst of comments.
 But while they helped before, Jake had an idea he had wanted to implement on his own.
 
 “Now, I would love some of that head scratching, face touching, personal attention stuff.”
 
 They weren’t going to ask for that but Jake wanted to go there.
 Let Gibi do her ASMR thing on his now half naked body, get close and smell his cologne and the feel of his skin.
 
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 Now, Gibi expected this course and she did eagerly play along, but one thing's thinking it; it's an entirely different scope to consider once it's actually happening.
 
 Hoping that her proximity to him doesn't give away her quickening heart rate and turning away from the camera to hide her blushing face, she mentally prepares herself to be the customer service expert she's currently portraying.
 Customer Service Gibi leans forward towards the microphone and his ear, placing her hands on his shoulders.
 
 "You got that off quickly, Mr. Fitness!
 Now sit back and relax as you attempt to not doze off.
 There's no shame in it!"
 
 While still averting the camera hoping that the slight shadows hide her reddened face, Gibi begins to attempt taps that could potentially get over the roadblock from earlier.
 Her fingers come down harder than before, but it's still the same muted sound.
 I'm sure there are those in the audience fine with it - they do get to stare at a fit shirtless man - but Gibi's a professional; she has to find that balance!
 
 "Hey, why don't you flex a little and tighten up those muscles?
 It might go against the relaxing nature of ASMR, but it could be better."
 
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 “Of course I wanted to get it off quick, *time to get to it*.”
 
 Jake said it with a smirk, trying to put in one of his little catchphrases.
 He often shed his shirt before a workout with that saying, time to get to it, but here he said it more casually and didn’t look too hard at the screen to see if anyone got it.
 But judging by the number of Gibi fans that recognized him, a good amount should.
 
 “I can do that.”
 
 Jake have a bit of a low talk, not a soft talk, as he still wanted to have some bass in his voice.
 He flexes, stiffening and straightening his torso before her.
 He even bends and bulges his arms for a moment before setting back, closing his eyes to properly receive this kind of attention.
 
 “Don’t worry about dozing.
 I’m a stay awake kind of guy.
 I don’t just roll over and pass out.”
 
 He dared, if this was to be considered daring, to say something risqué.
 One doesn’t roll over from ASMR, one rolls over and passes out after getting a nicely drained nut.
 
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 Gibi half-snorts at his reply; once a YouTuber, always a YouTuber.
 Have to keep yourself on-brand, after all.
 She respects it, though.
 If the roles were reversed, she'd try to sneak in any reference to her content as well.
 Of course, she's assuming the emphasis he added was because it was some channel catchphrase as she hadn't actually *known* who Jake was upon meeting him.
 It could be that he's just kinda cheesy, but she finds that apparent vulnerability endearing, and hopes that it's genuine to some degree as opposed to just playing it up for the camera.
 
 "Okay, let's give this a try now," Gibi whispers into the mic.
 She raises her fingers over his chest, feeling his body heat warm her fingertips and making it impossible for her to forget exactly what she's doing live on stream.
 
 Her fingers begin dancing on his skin, seemingly taking a mind of their own as they search for acceptable sounds.
 Luckily her idea worked, and the sounds, although definitely not good enough to be merited as acceptable for ASMR, are *good enough* for the purpose.
 Gibi adjusts herself to be more directly behind her customer; she does not want to take the chance of having the mic pick up unintended thumping sounds coming from her chest.
 His chest is good enough.
 
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 “Now that…is the stuff.”
 
 Jake was getting there, for real.
 The tingles.
 It was said so softly the mics might not be picking it up but it wasn’t for the mics, it was for her.
 Her and him, actually.
 Sure Jake had intentions but along the way he wanted to feel this, the initial approach and introduction had been with sincerity.
 
 So his voice had that tinge of pleasure to it.
 The tingles he was beginning to feel couldn’t be felt by her in the same way but there were signs.
 Goosebumps, even a stiffening of his nipples which could also be attributed to the coolness of the hotel room.
 
 “How about the head?”
 
 That’s where the *good* ASMR attention was at.
 He found the excuse to get his shirt off but now he wanted that scratching.
 That close ear contact.
 He had Gibi here and he was still going to get the experiences she could
 offer, legit and lurid.
 What he hoped for now is if she would gain some satisfaction in…well, he might as well say it…
 
 “Seriously, you can tingle the *fuck* out of me.”
 
 The chat exploded.
 
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 Jake's response is something she expected; personal attention and tingles is a great combination.
 What she didn't see coming was her response.
 She's done this plenty of times before, it's her job after all.
 Focus on giving tingles and you get a satisfaction of a job well done.
 However, it's usually delayed; videos need to be uploaded and seen before she gets the comments on how she did.
 This time... this time it's something completely different.
 
 It was his voice.
 His voice oozed pleasure, but not just pleasure.
 Gibi picked up on just how *sensual* it all sounded.
 She's not in the camp that ASMR is sexual, and she's very glad those creators are pretty much shunned.
 But now she's beginning to realize where they're coming from.
 Goosebumps prick up all over her skin and her heart skips a beat.
 She tries to distract herself by quicklyk skimming over the chat but the reactions there don't help.
 
 *is jake fucking cumming??*
 
 *um gibi chaturbate is that way 👉*
 
 *gibi please do me next!*
 
 Gibi tries to shake off the dizzying feeling and tell herself she most definitely *did not* feel anything sexual from what just happened.
 
 She clears her throat softly and with her ASMR attendant persona slightly slipping, asks Jake, "um, so you're definitely enjoying yourself!"
 
 *Come on, Gina, keep it together!*, she screams to herself.
 
 "Okay so head focus then?
 It's a little unorthodox, but at this point you seem to be quite the unorthodox client!
 Just give me one second..."
 
 Hoping this transition will help calm her down - and the chat as well, she doesn't potentially want to change the community's perception of herself - she leans back and straightens up.
 Gibi looks to her desk.
 Strewn across in the empty spaces that aren't already occupied are different ASMR tools she likes to use.
 She picks up one of those metal head scratchers that kind of look like weird cyberpunk spiders and brings it up to Jake's head.
 With microphones in place, Gibi begins to slowly rotate the massager on his head.
 Think scratchy pens on paper for the viewers, but with an extra plus just for the receiver..
 
 However, she doesn't bother to tell Jake to put his shirt back on.
 She rather likes the view.
 
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 His eyes track Gibi as she moves around him to the desk, looking to see what she’s doing.
 Oh, tool assisted?
 Ok, not what he was thinking but he’s going to roll with it.
 Readjust later but right but right now the tingle pro can do what she does best.
 He also gets a little glimpse of skin as he looks, just a minimum strip of flesh shown between where her shirt ends and the jeans waist is.
 A little bit of skin her like to get his hands around.
 Also something for later.
 
 “Mmmm…now that’s ok”
 
 He’s enjoy but play only slightly unimpressed.
 Hey, you didn’t *constantly* tingle, did you?
 Aside from that Jake remains the canvas for her to work on, he feels the multi pronged object moved around his head and it feels nice.
 Relaxing.
 Just not the tingles he was looking for…but part of the tingles is suddenly getting the ones you want after the built up, right?
 This was a good build up, for sure, the tiny ear bud mics picking up the sound from his head much better than the tapping on his arms.
 That sound is processed and fed back to both he and Gibi’s joined pair.
 
 “Willing to get your hands dirty?”
 
 What Jake wanted to steer Gibi to was a real head massage and scratching.
 Her fingers through his hair, on his neck.
 Get used to touching him, get intimate.
 
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 Still trying to keep things light - and to keep her mind from wandering - Gibi sarcastically replies, "what do you mean, have you not washed your hair?"
 
 She chuckles at her dad joke and hopes the viewers find it amusing.
 Amusing enough to bring them back to reality in that they're watching a live ASMR session: nothing more, nothing less.
 Gibi isn't pretending that there's no tension in the room; it's quite clear to her and definitely Jake, so it's a guarantee that the stream is getting some of it to.
 And even though they can't see her mind wandering, her eyes don't have that safety, and she has *definitely* been passing glances down.
 
 She knows the answer to the question, and he's definitely clean.
 Having spent a bit already leaning right up next to him has made that clear, and it hasn't made keeping her professionalism easy.
 It was that simple but intoxicating mix of soap but late enough after the shower and his natural masculine aroma that was getting her flustered far too easily.
 She's tried her best to keep it controlled while on stream, but every new activity made that more difficult.
 
 Getting her brain focused, Gibi puts back on her professional facade.
 Not entirely successfully, but well enough for the viewers.
 Hopefully.
 She's not sure she's fooling Jake though...
 
 "I kid, I wouldn't have let you in if you were smelly!"
 Gibi stretches to put the head massager back on the table, feeling the cool air hit her midsection.
 As she does, she keeps one hand on his shoulder to help keep balance.
 
 *You're not helping yourself here...*, Gibi chastizes herself.
 
 "Okay, so pretty much a massage at this point.
 You know, there are other places you could go for this!
 But you've been eager, so count this as your lucky day, Mr JakeyFits."
 
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 “I know, it’s not your usual thing.”
 
 After catching another glimpse of the slim midsection of her personal ASMRtist, Jake closes his eyes and straightens his back into the chair, into a good position for her.
 He knew he had to be the model, the mannequin.
 Those broad shoulders and nice trap muscles would be perfect and she was right, he was well coiffed.
 
 “But I’m a poor little YouTuber, trying to stretch everything I can, including this.”
 
 Ok, that was it for now.
 And ‘for now’ means shutting up until Gibi gives him something to play around with but was going to let her work.
 The idea was to get this to go deeper and deeper until…actually…maybe he should set some expectations….
 
 “If there’s, like, an ASMR head attention girlfriend experience, maybe you can upgrade me to that.”
 
 Hopefully she was worldly enough to know the phrase for escort services in which the provider was willing to play it like she was *very* comfortable with you.
 If Gibi could put two and two together and figure out he wanted her skill set in that style…and she was willing to do so…this could be very nice.
 Jake’s closed eyes meant he didn’t see that a large amount of the chat certainly figured it out.
 
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 Gibi rolls her eyes at his cheesiness, but she does find it endearing.
 It helps make a potentially awkward situation of being so close to pretty much a stranger a little more comfortable.
 
 She tries to keep a calm head but she's pretty sure Jake can even physically hear herself get flustered.
 The ASMR girlfriend roleplay is something that really toes the line between "oh this is just a great thing to listen to in order to relax after a long day" and "here's a hot girl licking your ear for an hour" fetish material.
 It can be completely innocuous, but it's pretty clear to most people what's going on when you roleplay a girlfriend for views.
 
 Regardless, it is still something that she could use to her advantage.
 The biggest issue would potentially be getting typecasted as someone using only their looks to do borderline fetish content.
 She's not one of those dolled-up ASMRtists, but it could still stick very easily.
 And it's not something she's really envisioned for her budding ASMR career.
 
 Unfortunately for rational Gibi, she has to compete with flustered Gibi who's trying to keep herself together with an attractive shirtless man in front of her after having had the promise of a date she was very much looking forward to.
 Flustered Gibi has also made a conscious decision to not glance over at the chat yet; she knows it's most likely a shambles.
 
 "Oh wow, someone's really trying to push their luck!
 I haven't even started with your head yet and you want to go with something else!"
 
 Taking a deep (but quiet) breath in, she gets ready to face it: the chat.
 Addressing the stream, Gibi asks, "well my most wonderful viewers, what do you guys think?
 Should I enable this clear attempt at flirting?"
 
 The cat was already out of the bag, no point in pretending.
 If the chat votes yes for Gibi to whisper sweet nothings into Jake's ears, then she's going to have to quickly prepare herself.
 She can't really do an ASMR session when the sound of her heart beating out of her chest overloads the mics.
 
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 Jake knows this isn’t what Gibi does.
 Even from the start of her content her tingle triggers were never *that* kind of stuff.
 He liked it regardless because it was still great stuff, he didn’t always need it sexualized.
 Did he still view that kind of stuff anyways?
 Oh, sure, but the truth was he never liked it as much.
 It wasn’t as good.
 Those girls were desperate.
 If he came across one of them this weekend would he still be trying to fuck them?
 Once again, sure.
 But he found Gibi and was rather pleased with it.
 He just wanted to push her further, get her doing what she wouldn’t *for him*.
 
 So, should Jake have waited and felt Gibi out to see how personal she would have made the head massage?
 Yeah, probably, but too many years of being good looking and confident made him get away with most.
 And while Jake could continue behind confident enough to disregard barriers, he received a few quick signs of feedback that he was finding success.
 
 Her breathing was the first.
 Maybe Gibi didn’t even know, maybe it balanced out in her earbuds but Jake could hear it elevating in the shared sound of his ears.
 The second was the chat.
 Gibi asked for some feedback so he opened his eyes to see what the group consensus was.
 A poll had opened up…a feature he didn’t even know existed…and one bar was steadying growing higher than the other.
 The ‘Yes’ option.
 
 Jake doesn’t need to push, he doesn’t even gloat in the success.
 But as he closes his eyes and straightens up again for her to resume there’s a smile on his face she wouldn’t miss.
 
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 There it was, in pixel-perfect clarity.
 The chat hath spoken.
 Gibi isn't taken back by the answer, she knew the second she gave the chat the power to vote they'd overwhemingly want to see her as the ASMR girlfriend.
 There was going to be no other potential avenue.
 And to rub it in, Gibi saw out of the corner of her eye Jake's cheeky smile as he realized he was going to be getting what he wanted.
 
 She can't kid herself though, she wanted it too.
 The tension between them has been simmering closer to a boiling point as the session continued, and she didn't want to have to deal with overflowing water on a hot stove.
 Cracking the lid open might be enough to satiate their flirtatious endeavours for now.
 At least she *mostly* hoped.
 
 Dropping what would've been a surprised voice of her ASMR character, Gibi says, "well well well, looks like the customer is always right, even if he was helped by our peanut gallery."
 She drops a mischevious look towards the camera that makes the viewers go wild; she's an entertainer after all.
 She does hope, however, that she won't regret her next move.
 
 Mustering up her most cutest-sounding voice she can, she places her hands on his shoulders and gently whispers in his ear, "hi, baby, how was your day?
 I hope it wasn't too stressful, remember we had plans for tonight!"
 
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 Gibi’s intimate voice sends the tingles through the back of his head down through his neck and even to his upper arms.
 Jake wonders if his bare skin might show the sign of a properly triggered and tingled recipient.
 This was the absolute shit he was hoping for.
 The personal kind of attention he would have to watch other ASMRtist to get mixed with the actual girl he wanted to get it from.
 
 "It was so busy.
 Had to meet so many people and at one point I just thought how all I wanted to do is be in this room…with you"
 
 Jake gives a complimenting whisper-speak, drawing on the actual days events.
 It was a busy day but at one point, the point where he was getting somewhere talking to Gibi, he *did* become more concerned about getting her alone.
 
 His closed eyes blind him from the chat, which has begun to become rather populated with emojis.
 They were used to more easier convey what the audiences wanted.
 The eyes of Gibi could pick up on the icons easier than words.
 Views of 👄🫦 and  came though, along with increasing numbers of 👅 and 💦
 
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 Gibi wasn't going to lie, it was nice to have this much attention.
 ASMR tends to be fairly lonely.
 It's just one person talking to a camera alone in a room, feigning human connection for views.
 At least when you're a viewer you get the satisfaction of tingles and more of a "connection".
 For the creator, it's looking into a lens and pretending someone is even there.
 At least she's getting views now so she knows that there actually is a someone.
 
 But with this...
 She knows she's playing into this flirt game Jake started, but it feels so satisfying to actually do this to someone.
 She's nervous at first, but as soon as the ASMR starts, she feels instantly at ease.
 Well, at least when she's not looking at the chat.
 
 *I really need to get some chat moderators soon...*, Gibi reminds herself to look into later.
 
 "Well that's good to hear, because it's a long day when you're not around.
 I'm glad though that we can right these wrongs and really get to relax together."
 
 Gibi continues with her hand motions as she whispers into Jake's ears, gently running them through his head and sneaking some finger trails down the back of his neck, causing visible reactions as Jake tries to hold back shivers from making themselves apparent to the stream.
 
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 The groan is soft, but it’s there.
 Jake’s tingle induced pleasured reaction as that particular movement gets him right in the senses.
 The earbuds pick up his voice, transmitting it over the scratch of her fingers.
 His hands, which have been folding at his thigh, feel an itch to move.
 Some of his late night ASMR listening is accompanying by a slow bit of stroking.
 A little squeezing of his member, partnering the slow sensations in his head to something in his groin.
 
 “It’s tough to leave you lonely.
 Been thinking about coming home, being back in our bedroom”
 
 Jake showed a decent amount of acting talent.
 Gibi played her characters, sure, so she had an advantage but the comfortable screen presence that afforded Jake a good audience was the same that could play into this act…that and a good amount of confidence.
 So confident, in fact, that he decides to do something with his restless hand.
 Jake lowers his arm and his fingers find Gibi’s legs, brushing against them before lightly wrapping around her calf.
 Completely out of the view of the camera.
 
 The chat would like that, if they knew.
 They certainly were liking what they did see, filling the chat now with some male and female (brunette haired, naturally) emojis with a house or heart between them.
 A few beds as well, thanks to Jakes editions.
 Then a pop up appears on the screen.
 Bold green numerals show the addition of $20 into Gibi’s account.
 A doner’s name is attached, the lilac text signaling it’s one of her paid subscribers.
 
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 Gibi was entirely in the moment, fully immersed into her role.
 She could almost actually *feel* like this was a real session rather than entertainment for viewers.
 But something brought her out of it...
 
 She looks up at the notification from her stream, something she usually very rarely gets.
 Gibi's new on the scene, so her viewer base is still fairly small and therefore the heavy spenders haven't really gotten to her.
 But it's from one of her handful of subscribers that pay for her content as a means of support.
 
 Instantly a wave of different emotions wash over Gibi.
 For one it's surprise as it is every time she gets a donor's attention.
 Gratefulness over the high value - for her anyway - donation.
 But a mix of anticipation and anxiety that gets her stomach flipping and her mind racing.
 
 The donation shock had nearly made her not realize something else - Jake's touching her leg.
 For a second she freaked out that the stream was watching this, giving a reason as to why a donor would give her such a high amount.
 But a quick glance to the screen showed that to be false.
 
 This leg touch, however...
 It's been a bit of a dry patch for Gibi, and someone touching her nearly sent her over the edge of reacting to it on stream.
 Gibi literally bit her tongue in an effort to not let out a noise.
 She admits to herself though that it was very much liked.
 
 Regaining composure, she leans down to a microphone and whispers to her donor, "thank you... kind netizen."
 She's aware of the cheese, but it's all she could think of amidst the donation and the un-asked but deeply appreciated touch.
 
 Gibi leans more towards Jake's ear in an effort to not have the microphones catch anything else, and whispers more quietly than she'd ever done before, "he must've really liked that leg touch..."
 
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 “Him…or me?”
 
 Jake says it low and slow, measuring out the words in a way he’s not sure will trigger as hers do but won’t upset the listening audience…of which includes the two of them.
 Their ear worn sound units reflected everything they shared right against their ear drums.
 
 The legs touch was one of the few things Jake could offer…at least that’s what his first thoughts are.
 It takes a moment for his brain to shake off some of the nice tingles…a shame to have to do…and search his brain for some options, other things he’s seen in videos.
 Carefully considering what’s working his bare arms reach.
 
 And it was Gibi.
 He’d work on Gibi.
 He’d been working on her one way, now the paths would really align.
 
 “Let’s see if he likes this”
 
 Jake leaned his head, putting it by Gibi’s side.
 It actually had her torso blocking his head from the camera but Jake knew that.
 It wasn’t about his head, it was about his arm.
 His muscles limb curls up and hugs her slim frame to reach around where his fingers gently scratch against her T-shirt.
 
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 Gibi tries not to melt at this new sensation.
 It isn't the sound that's affecting her, but the feeling of hands on her midsection.
 Direct skin contact on her thighs is one thing, but this?
 It's a huge jump to interact with an area of her body so much more sensitive than her calves.
 
 To the audience, she's sure some are going wild at watching the touch.
 But to them and - she's hoping - most others, the scratchy sound of Jake's fingers on her t-shirt give a slightly rounder tone than the ever-popular scratchy pen on paper.
 
 It took everything in her to not vocalize a small moan of pleasure, but what instead came out was a giggle, which she much appreciated instead.
 
 "Careful, I'm a little bit ticklish!", Gibi rapidly whispers to him.
 "And loud laughs wouldn't be fun for the headphone viewers."
 
 She didn't want him to stop, though.
 And clearly neither did the chat.
 Even with the relatively small viewer count, the comments were flying by as if it were a Twitch Plays Pokemon session, further mimicking the scenario with the audience hoping their post will alter the outcome.
 Calls for Gibi to take off her shirt and proclaiming them an "item", mixed with others clamoring for more scratchy sounds - but remaining on her shirt.
 
 Gibi can't lie to herself, though.
 All of this attention was really getting her excited.
 She can't remember a time where there was this much activity in a stream she's done.
 Or this amount of viewers.
 She's sure that word has quickly been spreading about the "sensual" GibiASMR stream going on right now.
 
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 It’s an awkward position, but it works.
 Jake’s muscular arm girls around Gibi’s blessedly slim waist in a way that he can see where his fingers are ending up since his face is at the other side of her back.
 There isn’t much to do with there there, admittedly, the purpose is to see how she reacts to being in the situation.
 The giggle is good, she wasn’t twisting away, and her shirt *does* nicely stop right at her waist so he can see a bit of the curve of her butt.
 It’s good, but Jake is aware there’s more steps to trod to get where he wants to go.
 
 “*Oh my god that arm”*
 
 *“I think he could hold her on his shoulder”*
 
 *“Can he get more scratchy?”*
 
 “*RockLobster has tipped $20*”
 
 “*Gibi should scratch his scruff*”
 
 The chats came through, scrolling through they box before being pushed out.
 Each sentiment has their moment to let the ASMRtist’s eyes process.
 Jake now slowly withdraws his position, letting his fingers scratch their way to the outside of her body and have his head pull back.
 
 “*We can all say we were here when they met*.”
 
 “*Mombasa has tipped $10”*
 
 “*Jake can bench Gibi”*
 
 “*RockLobster has tipped $20”*
 
 *“RockLobster has created a poll: Belly for $100?*
 
 *>Yes*
 
 *>No*
 
 A poll.
 One of the new chat features that Gibi hasn’t set to default ‘off’.
 Meant to drive interaction, viewers can create polls, prompting a tiny popup window.
 It’s a little intrusive for the streamer but the platform has decide the benefit is worth the hassle.
 Still, Gibi can close it with a click and a confirmation.
 But with only seconds in its clear she would be doing so against the whims of a majority of responders.
 Of course, it’s not their money, but RockLobster seems willing to spend.
 
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 A notification sound she'd never heard before snaps her out of her small trance.
 Gibi opens her eyes and glances over the screen.
 
 > *RockLobster has created a poll: Belly for $100?*
 >
 > *>Yes*
 >
 > *>No*
 
 Shit.
 The first poll she's ever had on her channel and it's one to show off her body, the bane of any woman online, especially in ASMR.
 *I knew I should've turn that shit off...*
 
 Before she could even verbalize anything, the poll begins blowing up with responses.
 Not a single vote was for "No".
 And why would she think otherwise?
 
 Without wanting to make a big show of it on the stream, she tries to figure out exactly what to do.
 Jake's fingers are still on her midsection, softly caressing her through her shirt.
 Unfortunately, her mind's a bit occupied to enjoy the sensation.
 
 > *gibi plsss show us that smooth tummy!*
 
 > *jake just teasing us here...*
 
 > 😍 🤤
 
 Now being a cam girl was never something Gibi had wanted, and this is a very dangerous fork in the road.
 It's either you're an ASMRtist or you're not; there's no in-between.
 She remembers all too well what happened with JellybeanASMR, and that's not what she wants to happen to her.
 
 However, Gibi's never received this much attention before.
 All of these people here want to see her, they're here for her and her alone.
 Why can't she try to leverage her looks to get viewers?
 And there's something so irresistable about Jake as well.
 
 *Fuck it*, Gibi thinks.
 "Well, it looks like the viewers have spoken..."
 
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 Oh, this is interesting.
 Jake barely knew about the poll thing.
 He saw the email recently that talked about it, among other minor changes, but since it didn’t immediately spark an interest in him, Jake moved past it.
 But now it entered his life and this night in a way he didn’t expect and while it first was an intrusion that he felt bothered could sidetrack what he was trying to do, he stayed silent to let Gibi process it and when she accepted he knew to roll with it.
 
 “I think Gibi has the sexiest belly, don’t you?”
 
 Jake’s hands are already at her midsection, he just needs to adjust.
 He takes the sides of her T-shirt and collect a little bit of the fabric between his fingers, pushing it up to just past her navel to show some of the smooth abdominal skin.
 
 > Belly Bellie Belle
 
 > Jake’s arm 😍
 
 > **RockLobster has donated $100**
 
 > but his arm is in the way!
 
 Indeed, the way his arm curls around the front gets in the way of fully seeing Gibi’s exposure
 
 > Can Jake show his too?
 
 > Yeah! belly to belly
 
 “They’re speaking more…I think that’s a good idea.”
 
 Both times he spoke he did it softly enough, letting some trigger come through the increasingly sensual situation.
 
 Jake let’s his arms come back from her body, leaving her shirt hanging halfway back down.
 He slowly slides back to move the chair away from the area without any sharp sounds and then he stands up.
 Jake is already shirtless but it’s the first time he’s been standing since the shirt came off, so it’s the first time Gibi isn’t looking down at his variety of sculpted and toned muscles.
 The fitness vlogger positions himself next to her, letting his six pack abs be seen right at the cameras central view.
 
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 The chat goes ballistic.
 They wanted a show, and they're definitely getting one now.
 
 Gibi had already stared plenty at Jake's torso, so she didn't have to try and hide her face from the camera.
 But this was the viewers' first time seeing it in all its glory.
 
 > *oh shit bros ripppped*
 
 > *gibi has belly competition 😩*
 
 Some of the awkwardness Gibi had been facing is slowly beginning to fade away now that it isn't just her showing off skin.
 The dynamic shifts to where it's a joint effort in riling up the viewers; it isn't *just* Gibi being used as bait.
 With renewed confidence and energy, Gibi continues along the path they seem to have chosen.
 
 "Wow... you guys, I think Jake's definitely got the upper-hand here, don't you think?
 Who wants some washboard ASMR?"
 
 With Jake still standing up and reveling in the attention he's getting, Gibi leans over to his midsection.
 Trying not to get too distracted by his clean scent filling her nostrils - not to mention the visuals of his toned body - she begins tapping across his abdomen, being careful not to graze him with her nails.
 This is an ASMR stream, not a tickle fetish show.
 
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 To give the audience a good look at his body Jake has to stand at a distance where his shoulders and head are fully out of frame, which is just fine.
 He can easily cast a look at Gibi and see how her dark eyes reply.
 The moment feels very packed with potential.
 The bodybuilder wasn't expecting this, but is prepared.
 The sculpted torso is also nicely waxed and smoothed and of course he cleaned up nicely before arriving, making sure he smelled nice in anticipation of intimacy with the ASMRtist.
 
 "Let’s give Gibi a good area to work with, what do you say, Chat?"
 
 Jake talks in that sharp whispered tone, something that they can hear
 without taking away from the 'mood'.
 He doesn’t have to wait for the chat’s reply, he begins giving her that good area... which means expanding the abdominal surface she’s working on.
 Jake reaches for his waist and the belt around it.
 He works slow, the jangle of the metal buckle impossible to fully dampen.
 But after a moment where he teasingly slides it out of the hooks of his jeans, Jake is able to open his pants somewhat and lower the zipper just slightly to show off the full extend of the gorgeous V-Shaped lower abdominal muscle leading to the very start of his underwear and its black elastic waistband.
 
 > “yeah that’s a good area”
 
 > “a very good area”
 
 > “Geebs you gotta kiss the belly. Smooch sounds!!!”
 
 > ***RockLobster has donated $100***
 
 > “she should lick him!”
 
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 Gibi's eyes widen as Jake deftly undoes his belt.
 Completely flabbergasted, it takes her a second to come to the realization of what just happened.
 He's *really* starting to push the envelope!
 Yet she's not put off by his forwardness...
 
 Gibi's not lived a necessarily sheltered life, but the craziest things she's done have really been limited to typical teenager shenanigans.
 She never once though in her wildest dreams she'd be sitting in a hotel room with a man she'd only met hours earlier doing *this*.
 Her heart begins racing and she can feel sweat start beading at her hairline.
 She also feels moisture begin swelling up a good bit lower than her head.
 
 Trying to pull herself together and fit in the new scenario Jake presented to everyone, she pulls of as natural a laugh as she can and opens her mouth in feigned shock.
 
 "W-wow, who woulda thought we'd be getting such a show!
 Ladies and gentlemen, this is what dedication to fitness can achieve!"
 
 Gibi could barely hear herself think over the chat dings, which was moving too fast at this point to even read.
 She couldn't tell what was faster, that or the viewer count ticking ever upwards.
 She did however see the messages asking to continue pushing past her comfort zone.
 
 It's not like she hadn't already thought about putting her lips on his body.
 Her fantasy, however, took place in a dim hotel room after a few rounds of drinks, not in front of thousands of horny viewers.
 Then again, there's money involved.
 Her secret benefactor, RockLobster, seems quite eager to splash the cash to see things drunk teenagers would do on the weekend.
 Horny bastard.
 
 Gibi closes her eyes and leans forward, puckering her lips to meet his skin.
 
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 “Chat, my head is buzzing.
 I hope it feels like this for you too”
 
 It was an attempt, possibly noticed by Gibi or not, to distract her from how this session was evolving into some intimacy.
 Nice intimacy, but intimacy, and he couldn’t let a young girls self doubt creep in and ruin the fun.
 To his and her credit, Gibi’s system of mics in their little earbuds worked really well, picking up his masculine whispers and her feminine kisses.
 Jake subtly turned so that he could face the camera more with his front, which put more of the back of Gibi’s head on display, which looked more like…well, everyone knew what it looked like.
 
 “They want a little lower”
 
 Jake is sure that recommendation was somewhere in the chat but his eyes were more focused on how their bodies look.
 His hand lowered down to her shoulders with a gentle touch to convey a suggestion not to turn around, no need to see what people were saying.
 Just lower down a bit more as his fingers slip to the back of her neck, and the entire scenario slips a little further into indecency.
 
 “I don’t think there’s any other lips like Gibi’s in ASMR, huh chat?”
 
 While the ASMRtist herself was occupied, Jake kept the chat busy.
 Perhaps something else the brunette would appreciate.
 He knew he couldn’t hold her down there forever so his hand slides away in time for her to turn and view a good suggest as it pops up in the chat.
 
 > “Gibi needs to work her way up to his lips!
 > So much hunk to taste.
 > Have a bite!”
 
 The wording stuck out among the numerous other feisty comments.
 It was not a paid suggestion, as what had got her there.
 Their generous and anonymous watcher either didn’t have an idea at the moment or had reached the end of his finding.
 
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 She can't lie to herself, she did kind of enjoy it.
 Well, scratch that. *More* than kind of.
 She was already attracted to Jake when they met at the conference, but having her face pressed up to his stomach did something to her.
 Hell, being that close to his crotch made her shiver with anticipation.
 I'm sure he enjoyed the attention as well.
 
 Once Gibi turned her attention to the chat, the comments didn't surprise her.
 In fact, she had hoped some viewer would try to push her limts.
 Plus, kissing is easy.
 Might as well give the viewers a little of what they want - democracy in action.
 
 "Huh, Jake, would you look at that.
 Seems like we keep getting requests for mouth sounds.
 What do you think?"
 
 She didn't even wait for an answer.
 She was sure he was all-in.
 
 Gibi's never been a "sexy" type of person.
 Tall and lanky, she probably fits in with the Taylor Swifts of the world where trying to come off as sultry ends up looking kind of awkward but endearing.
 So she didn't want to think how her efforts of sexily making her way up to Jake's lips looked like to an audience.
 
 *Hopefully my attempt comes off more endearing than anything*, Gibi thinks to herself.
 
 She has a feeling Jake doesn't mind, as he's grinning at her with a fire behind his eyes as she gets up to his face.
 Gibi responds with a wink before slowly leaning towards his awaiting lips.
 
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 With Gibi down at the lower part of his abdomen Jake did have a moment of regret that they were in the midst of this streaming situation.
 Had that camera not been on he could likely provide a strong case for her to keep her face down there while he pulled his cock out and convince her that it would be a really cool thing if she sucked his dick.
 You could call it pestering, you could call it persistence, but if it got your nuts emptied did it matter what the label was?
 
 “My favorite sound”
 
 But could he be that bothered when it was the streaming that was getting him where he wanted to go at an expedited rate?
 You want to get with a girl, take interest in what she does, and the fact that Jake was into the tingles didn’t hurt.
 But as their lips met the ensuing sounds weren’t really getting any goosebumps on his skin.
 It made his dick stiffen, sure, but as Jake introduced his tongue into her mouth the wet sounds picked up by the mics were for the audience only…but, really, they just wanted to see the two of them start to hook up.
 
 Jake kept his angle toward the screen so Gibi could stay angled away, preventing her from being distracted by anything.
 Jake’s hand came up to cradle her neck, a romantic gesture that also kept her face at his and, with a little finger pressure and a quiet groan, could relay his desire.
 Sure, the groan wasn’t ASMRy, but he had to go there.
 
 Amid the rapid flicker of the chat log comes a bolded notification, followed by another.
 Both are emphasized by a cash register cha-ching, showing the rapid delivery of two donations.
 Their benefactor double tapping or perhaps another was inspired by the action.
 Jake can feel Gibi begin to turn to check in but his firm grip keeps her at him.
 
 “They love it…and so do I.
 Reach down, they can’t see”
 
 They could hear, possibly, if audience audio was high enough to pick up his whisper.
 And honestly although were he was instructing her to get a feel of was between their bodies and away from camera view it’s not as if they couldn’t see what her arm was doing.
 But Jake didn’t need Gibi to think, he needed her to act.
 There was a rather large bulge under his half-zipped jeans and at this point the stud YouTuber would like her to know what he had for his new friend.
 
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 She had told herself she would never put herself in this situation.
 She wasn't going to be like some other ASMR girls who pander towards the horny male viewers to up their views and subscribers.
 Yet why was she leaning into this kiss and *enjoying* it?
 
 As her lips met his, Gibi had to suppress the urge to moan - remembering the stream kept her mind a little more focused than it normally would be, but just barely.
 
 *This sure beats the kissing sounds the other girls do against their wrists*, Gibi though wrily.
 
 Gibi squeezed her legs together in a desperate attempt to shut herself down, but that only made things worse.
 The pressure she was placing on herself only worsened, and her desire continued to grow.
 Before she could move her face back, she felt Jake's hand firmly on the back of her neck.
 She began to feel herself moisten and her will to break away further ebbed.
 She quietly moaned into his mouth as they continued to taste each other.
 
 Gibi was in a state of bliss, reveling in the intimacy she didn't realize she was missing as of late and that she craved.
 That was broken, however, with Jake's suggestion.
 She luckily wasn't facing the camera or the viewers would've seen her awkwardly open her eyes at that moment, in both shock and desire.
 
 She was already planning on sleeping with him as soon as the stream turned PG-13, but during the stream?
 Gibi's mind raced trying to make a decision.
 Does she keep toeing the line the promised she would never get within arms reach of?
 Or does she stick to her plan and calm things down?
 
 In the end her pussy made the decision for her.
 With Gibi's hand already out of the camera shot, she reaches towards the bulge in his pants, quietly unzipping what was left, and reaching into the hole of his underwear.
 
 She has to admit, Jake held it in pretty well while she slowly felt the package she'd be working with.
 Despite being half-erect and contained, there was a lot there she'd need to contend with.
 With slow wrist movements to limit what the camera could catch, she got to working him up as they continued to kiss, while she tried her best to ignore the thought that thousands were watching them.
 
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 “This beats finger tapping”
 
 Jake said it decently clearly, elevating it above a whisper into a tone that would surely be picked up by the audience.
 He knew the hazard but was too amused not to pass it up, to reference Gibi’s fluttering and tapping triggering fingers into their current act of squeezing and applying a preliminary stroke to his erection…and erection that this attention was making more that just preliminary.
 
 The irony to calling it out as Jake did was that while Gibi was attempting to be sly and slide her hand between them, as he keenly suggested, what the camera picked up face no doubt as to what the ‘unseen’ arm was doing.
 Glancing to the side of her head and over her shoulder between kisses had him notice the chat was quite active about it.
 It was only a matter of time before she, while he was able to get something going, would likely come to her senses about.
 If this played out right she’d get to play embarrassed about it and he’d…
 
 > *RockLobster donated $750 for “Underwear Party?”*
 
 It came with one of the special chimes, the \*you made money \*sound a streamer longs to hear.
 Having had something over the $500 mark, you got that unique ring along with that payday.
 Forget what Jake had planned to do, RockLobster had come in the clutch.
 
 “That’s awesome, Lobster Guy.
 I’ll be paying my rent this month!
 And since I’m just about there anyways…”
 
 Truly he was just about to his underwear, so Jake went ahead and dropped his jeans, leaving the workout hunk in tight black jockey shorts that were sporting a nicely sized bulge in the low light of the hotel room.
 Jake hasn’t been keeping count of the donation but assuming she’d split it with him, this was actually decent money.
 And he’d get to pork her after?
 Win win.
 He didn’t need to do any considering to strip as asked, but he was aware  Gibi had some layers to get there.
 
 “And I think our amazing AMSR girl is ready for it too”
 
 Wouldn’t hurt to give he a little push just in case and accept on her behalf.
 
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 Upon Jake's response to the chat, Gibi reluctantly unlocked her lips from his.
 With her hand still gently tapping and stroking against his shaft and her face flushed from the makeout, her eyes slowly zero-in to who he was responding to.
 That goddamn RockLobster.
 
 The blood slowly began receding from her face as the message and Jake's response processed in her mind.
 She was at a crossroads she didn't think she'd ever really have to face before.
 Continue fooling around with her hot date but at the expense of it being watched?
 She'd never really considered exhibitionism before, figured it wasn't her kind of thing.
 However, the idea was digging into her brain, although it could easily be the horny talking.
 
 But for others to see her and potentially stain her nascent ASMR career?
 Not to mention the damage to her ego.
 Gibi never thought of herself as a showstopper, but she knows she's pretty.
 She may not always look it given the comfier "less sexy" clothes she wears, but Gibi's legs go on for miles and sports a good-sized handful up top.
 Nothing *huge*, but she never had complaints from boys in the past, and she definitely had no lack of suitors that would give away any potential homeliness.
 Just look at who she's pulling right now, a fit as fuck fitness vlogger!
 
 Gibi turns back to Jake, still unsure of her final decision.
 She gives a few extra harder squeezes to his shaft, and whispers back, "And I think you're right about that..."
 
 She pulls back, biting his lower lip before straightening up - *oh god why did I do that?!* - and unceremoniously takes off her t-shirt.
 Lucky for her viewers, Gibi wasn't wearing her usual sports bra.
 Although she wasn't ready by the time Jake knocked on her door, she already did have her nicer bra and panties on.
 She's thanking her past self for unknowingly preparing for the rest of the evening.
 With the hotel shades up and approaching the golden hour, the sunlight cut through the ring light and cast a perfect glow on her lacy emerald-green bra, which pushed up her breasts and highlighted how they fit her frame.
 
 *Well, anything for the viewers.*
 
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 To say the chat exploded after Gibi doffed her top was like picking the fastest race car in a tournament, they were all fast but which one was the quickest?
 Their chat box scrolled rapidly but as her torso was exposed to the streaming screen it flickered through at an unreadable rate.
 But mixed into the comments where the *Donations*.
 Nothing that rang the special alarm but a variety of double digit amounts that would add up respectfully.
 
 “*Look* at *this*, guys…”
 
 From behind her, having stepped back to allow Gibi to get a moment to star, Jake now reaches around her and places his hands on her waist.
 She’s not a curvy girl but he doesn’t need that.
 She’s young, pretty, she’s got a good body, and she does things with her mouth…that’s a good time in his book.
 The touch moves up her side as he eyes what is a nicely fitted bra, a happy surprise.
 Groping her seems like the obvious move but only if the camera wasn’t rolling.
 He still knew where to go, because they hadn’t actually fully made good on RockLobster’s ask.
 His hands move back down and meet in the center, beginning to open the snap of her shorts.
 
 “Ok guys, what do you think…let’s see a poll…what’s our girl wearing?”
 
 It doesn’t take long before someone in the chat has requested a set of
 selections.
 
 •Thong
 •Brief
 •Bikini
 •Hipster
 •Commando
 
 Votes start applying percentages to the options, with a good deal to the hopeful ‘Commando’.
 Not likely, Jake knows, but he moves his hands away to allow her to share the answer.
 
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 The bottom-half isn't nearly as bad.
 Gibi's used to wearing short shorts, so a little extra skin isn't too far of a stretch in her eyes.
 And she does to use these legs to her advantage.
 While there are a lot of guys who drool over big-tittied girls, there are equally as many that go crazy over a long, smooth pair of legs, which Gibi has in abundance.
 
 She has to admit there is a thrill to this, and sharing it with someone else does quite help a lot.
 Plus it gives her something to focus on and to get her mind off of an anxious cycle.
 Nothing like a shirtless well-built man to keep her mind occupied.
 
 Gibi stands up and quickly unbuttons her shorts, pulling them down.
 She has a little more confidence this time around and makes an attempt to give a little show for the audience by letting them fall just a little slower than usual.
 The shorts glide down her long legs.
 She steps out of them, kicking them off towards the corner of the room.
 
 Gibi is now more on display than she ever has been.
 Standing up next to Jake, all that's left covering her up is her matching set of lacy emerald underwear.
 Bikini panties, so those that voted for them in the chat got their wish.
 
 "I hope you guys are happy for the impromptu ASMR and model set, because it won't be lasting much longer!"
 
 Looking herself in the camera, Gibi breathes a sigh of relief.
 The panties are thick enough to hide the wet spot she knew was growing.
 
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 “My, my, my”
 
 Jake didn’t go boldly announcing it but it wasn’t quite in ASMR style.
 As Gibi stripped she kept her attention forward at what it looked like and that meant he had a look at what was behind her…which was her behind.
 He takes note of the matching set of underwear, well complimenting her body.
 
 Jake will get his dick wet in mostly any girl he could but he appreciated little touches like style.
 That, her ASMRness, the seduction in front of the crowd, shit when the donations they were making, it was all an aphrodisiac making his bulge happily sizable.
 
 “Guys, I hate to say you’re wrong, but it’s not what you’re all hoping…”
 
 The chat’s pool had evened out with a heavy slant toward ‘Thong’, which was a more realistic chance than Gibi dropping shorts and showing her lips flapping in the wind.
 But as Jake speaks he leans in to the screen, moving next to Gibi, and behind their bodies his hand reaches over to grab a good palmful of her pert ass, one that he knows is in a simple but looking bikini style.
 
 “Ok, Gibi, you gotta show the crowd”
 
 Jake’s hand moves from her ass to her hip and applied a suggestive amount of pressure for her to turn around and answer the poll by tossing her derrière into the camera shot and letting everyone, who guessed right or wrong, get a look at Gibicheeks
 
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 Without really thinking it through, Gibi follows Jake's push and turns around for the camera, exposing her tight cheeks to the eager viewers.
 Gibi, simultaneously turned on and anxious as hell, flips her head back to read the chat as they gaze upon her back end.
 She'd never seen it move this quickly.
 
 > omg look at that cute ass
 >
 > gibi bend over and spread for us!
 >
 > SIT ON MY FACE
 >
 > that ass looks like it needs a rough tonguing and fucking - i volunteer as tribute
 
 And it's obviously never been this lewd before.
 Reading the chat messages quicky has Gibi feeling very hot, helped as well by Jake's hands exploring her body.
 He's feeding the viewers by keeping the ass in view, but his hands have no shame in feeling up her thighs and her midriff.
 He is however responding to viewers by getting underneath her cheeks and bouncing them, causing the chat to explode even further that Gibi thought possible.
 
 Overwhelmed, Gibi still puts on her best smile, a very useful trick she's gotten good at when needing to create a welcoming ASMR environment; nobody wants to be scowled at when trying to relax.
 
 "I hope that's satiated everyone's needs, but it's time for us to go", Gibi chuckles out, half-heartedly attempting to mask her growing lust.
 As much as she's surprisingly enjoyed this, the heat growing between her legs is becoming too much to handle.
 There's only so much leg-squeezing she could do to relieve some of the pressure she's feeling without making it obvious.
 
 Luckily, their favorite viewer with the large pockets hasn't responded with more requests.
 A shame, but Gibi needs this stream off *quick*.
 
 > nooooo wait gibi show us the rest!
 >
 > jake has his shirt off, you're not finished! don't you believe in equality?
 >
 > 🥵 🥵 💦 🤤
 
 "Alright guys, we have a busy evening ahead.
 I hope everyone enjoyed this impromptu sesh!"
 
 She realized the innuendo behind that phrase.
 It wasn't entirely on purporse, but she couldn't help it.
 Her hand reaches for the mouse and promptly clicks on 'End Stream'.
 
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 Ironically the lewdness of the Chat didn’t please Jake.
 The naughty compliments was one thing but being that openly dirty and letting too much of that be seen by Gibi probably wasn’t going to put her in the most romantic mood.
 Heh, like they needed to be ‘romantic’.
 Thankfully she was more interested in getting some skin on skin time with him both while that camera was on and…as she just openly teased…once it was off.
 Goddamn did it feel good to have so much of his work already done.
 Jake wouldn’t need to talk the girl out of her clothes, she was already there.
 
 So when it came through Jake could have been bothered.
 It was right at the moment Gibi placed her hand on the mouse.
 
 > *RockLobster donated $750 - “Private for more”*
 
 And that, along with the chime, stayed Gibi’s hand.
 Jake wasn’t going to wait long to see if she realized what it meant and if she’d accept.
 He reaches over, his hand sliding next to hers and on the mouse.
 
 “Thanks everybody…had a lot of fun today…and….maybe another time….”
 
 Jake spaced his words out and he slid the pointer across the screen.
 He was pulling out options as he spoke…opening private stream options…pairing down the attendee list to just one single person…and….
 
 “Goodnight!”
 
 As Jake spoke he clicked and for everyone in the audience the stream ended with their goodbyes, nothing out of place…only too soon.
 But for Jake and Gibi they remained seeing their recorded reflections and a now silent chat.
 Until it chimed.
 
 *> RockLobster donated $750 - “Thanks”*
 
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 Gibi was about to breathe a sigh of relief just as RockLobster's message came through.
 Before she could even process what was going on, she suddenly found herself in a private stream - and $1,500 richer.
 Oddly enough, she felt more vulnerable in front of one viewer compared to the thousands she had faced just a minute ago.
 She straightens back up and leans over towards Jake.
 
 "Hey, are we sure about this?", Gibi whispers.
 "We don't know anything about him.
 He could want us to perform some satanic ritual for him.
 I don't know if we want to end up in a Netflix true crime doc!"
 
 She said the last part in jest as she was pretty certain what he wanted, but she was a bit unsure about this.
 One thing was dabbling in exhibitionism by flaunting what she already does at the beach but on camera; streaming sex was an entirely different experience.
 She wanted Jake, but she didn't thing somebody would be watching!
 
 Still, the thrill she felt earlier started coming back once the initial shock wore off.
 She felt even more wanted - desired and craved for - all because some random online wanted to throw money in her direction to see her in all her lewd glory.
 And she can't lie, there was definitely a heat growing between her thighs.
 
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 “Nah it’s ok, it’s ok.
 Don’t worry about it”
 
 There wasn’t any reasoning in why she shouldn’t worry about it, Jake just needed Gibi to not make a big deal and follow along.
 Jake knew that among fans there were the ‘whales’.
 It’s like that with mobile games, people who are addicted and spend the most cash for what should be ‘free’.
 These fans wanted to be interactive with their streaming stars, they wanted shout outs.
 RockLobster wanted….well, Jake could guess, but he’d also delicately find out.
 The workout hunk turns his attention to the screen.
 
 “It’s cool, man, we really appreciate it.
 Like, I mean that’s so generous.”
 
 > “it’s ok.”
 
 > “I like you”
 
 > “both of you”
 
 *Both* of them..?
 Like, together or…?
 Jake wondered if their generous fan was looking at it from both sides of the scale.
 Shit, Jake is as straight as an arrow but he likes money and he knows a decent amount of his male fan base isn’t just looking to him for workout tips.
 
 “It’s nice to be liked.
 Is…is there something you wanted to see?”
 
 RockLobster seemed like a man of few words, possibly shy, and Jake couldn’t have him too shy as to not want to open the wallet up.
 f he suddenly bailed from the chat it was likely also going to put a damper in the fun he planned on having with Gibi.
 Shit, suddenly that fun didn’t seem as important when all these digits were being tossed around.
 
 > “can I see your dick?”
 
 > *RockLobster donated $500*
 
 Jake could see Gibi’s recorded reflection but he had to make this decision on his own.
 Jake did decently with his streaming but context creators all talked behind the scenes about how you needed someone like a RockLobster to help out with the cash flow.
 Jake had hoped for a RockLobsteress but money was money.
 
 “Ooo I’ve never done that before.
 Umm…I would do it for a thousand.
 
 There was a pause, a moment where Jake thought maybe he pushed too far.
 
 > *RockLobster donated $1,000*
 
 “Oh dude that’s so cool.
 Thank you, man!”
 
 Jake has meant an additional 500 to make it a thousand but…daaaaamn.
 Shit, they might really have a whale on the hook.
 
 “Wow, ok, I can’t say No to that”
 
 Jake said it as he reached out to Gibi’s lower back and give it a soft squeeze, trying to tell her that truly *he can’t say No to this*.
 He knows this isn’t her kind of thing and he doesn’t know what kind of private relationships she has with her viewers but Jake needed to take this opportunity and it wasn’t really his first time doing it.
 Sure, for money on camera it was, but he’s sent out his share of dick pics.
 Jake was confident with what he had, a well groomed and well sized cock.
 
 He begin the unveiling, sticking his hands in his elastic waistband and pushing them lower.
 As the fabric stretches down his thighs there a moment where *it* begin to be exposed and then there *it* is.
 The attention with Gibi had him aroused and while he wasn’t at a full mast erection there was a lot of blood flow down there and so it was a very healthy looking member that swung out between Jake’s legs as he finishes pushing the underwear down to his feet.
 
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 Gibi couldn't even picture $1,500, yet there it was, staring her in the face.
 Well, in a way.
 In under an hour, Gibi has made $3,950 in cash, sitting there in her profile's account, ready to be sent over to her bank with a quick click.
 That money alone would cover rent for 3 months along with a smattering of her utility costs.
 She was absolutely shocked that someone would even think about sending her that much money for practically nothing.
 
 Although the shock is kept in check by the semi-hard dick inches away from her face.
 
 It all happened in a blur.
 She didn't even think she fully processed what RockLobster had been asking before she feels a quick squeeze from Jake and boom - his pants are off with his meat hanging out in the breeze.
 She was already getting fairly aroused earlier - attention from a shirtless hot man tends to do that - but this was pushing her over the edge.
 She almost forgot that there was a camera on them.
 
 Oh shit.
 
 A slight panic started to creep around the edges of her mind.
 Without showing it off to their new favorite customer, she peels her eyes off of Jake's cock (and *wow* is it nice) and looks up in his eyes, asking was best she can wordlessley if this is something they want to actually do.
 
 His response, as best as she could read it, could be summed up with 🥺🤑.
 And she could honestly agree with that, at least partly.
 She just never thought she'd be in a hotel room with someone she just met with a stranger online peering at them in nothing but underwear and a choker.
 Gibi lets out a strained chuckle, hoping it comes off as genuine.
 
 "Wow, thanks for that, dude!
 This is a far cry from ASMR, but I guess the customer is always right... or something along those lines..."
 
 > *RockLobster donated $1,000*
 
 > um, can you join him?
 
 Again, oh shit.
 
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 Oh man, this was working out wasn’t it?
 Jake wasn’t sure how on-board he could get Gibi, he absolutely expected some resistance, but he already had begun to consider how to leverage this and it turned out he didn’t need to leverage it hard.
 Fucking A, this was turning into something!
 Her silent look wasn’t there to get him to back down, it was looking for confirmation and Jake quickly gave it with a slight show of excitement to allude to *the money*.
 She likes what she sees, he knows that, but cash is going to be the king here.
 
 “Well, if it was a thousand for my underwear and it was only one piece…that thousand is only going to get the top or the bottom and I think it should be ladies choice which one”
 
 Jake swooped in to massage the message before Gibi could react one way or the other.
 Like a basketball tossed in the air, Jake gave it the proper nudge to the hoop.
 Plus it showed her his mind was in the money…skin was a benefit.
 
 And speaking of skin, Jake gets some contact with his.
 He wasn’t fully jerking off but he lets his hand casually drop down to his dick and gives some preliminary squeezes, showcasing its girth and keeping it attractively thick.
 The cameras reflection helps him see how nice it’s looking on screen, making sure their benefactor is getting his moneys worth.
 
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 Always following the money it seemed.
 She can't really comment on it as it's the whole reason she's going along with this - ASMR isn't just a hobby she enjoys, she has bills to pay.
 Although she's sure Jake is desperate to see more of her.
 His dick sure seems eager to.
 
 Trying to not get too distracted by the growing dick sitting right next to her, Gibi chimes in to Jake responding for her.
 
 "He does have a point you know, you can't get away with two for the price of one", Gibi responds teasingly.
 She has to really milk it.
 She knows literally nothing about this man; could be a woman, actually, but doubts it - they tend to not be as outwardly thirsty - but she does know from experience that the just slightly teasy whine with a smirk in your eyes makes men melt.
 
 Heart throbbing in her chest waiting for a reply and trying to not get distracted by Jake slowly squeezing his meat, she keeps a sultry persona on her face while squeezing her legs closed.
 
 *Please choose top, please choose top*.
 Gibi doesn't think she's quite ready to expose her lower lips to a stranger for them to see how wet this whole scenario has made her.
 Everybody loves tits, so she's hoping he wants that to start with.
 
 > *okay then, i guess top*
 
 Oh thank god.
 
 Trying to not let her relief show on her face, Gibi smiles at the camera and looks over at Jake.
 She swears his dick grew some more once he found on what he gets to feast his eyes on next.
 Without keeping her eyes off Jake, she reaches behind and unhooks her bra, letting it fall noiselessly onto her lap.
 She gives Jake a wink before looking back towards the camera and blowing a kiss (where did that come from?), bunching her arms together to accentuate her chest.
 
 Smaller but definitely still a handful, they're situated perfectly on her thin frame.
 With hotel A/C almost always too cold, her nipples are already standing to attention, small and pink, punctuating the soft skin of her breasts.
 She leans towards Jake, keeping one arm behind him for support and pressing her ribcage up against his: chest to chest.
 Her body awashes in electricity, centered where her skin touches his.
 
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 “Shiiiit…nice choice, man.
 *Fuuuuck*”
 
 Jake wanted to make sure he was gassing up their viewer, helping him feel like every choice was the right choice so keep making them (and paying to do so).
 That said, while Jake was putting it on just a little bit and doing so smoothly, she did have some nice tits.
 Nearly any skinny girl in her early 20s would have some nice tits but, hey, it’s always nice to see some nice tits.
 Better in your hand than on the computer screen.
 
 “Our girl’s gorgeous, huh?”
 
 A little possession, albeit shared, that she might not exactly love but Jake was playing to their fan.
 Gibi was giving the guy a look, but not everything, which he could respect.
 The was pressed up against him with only one tit somewhat slipped out for viewing pleasure.
 A tit that Jake’s muscled arm reaches up to and gives a rather serious fondle.
 He’s taking that one for himself, for free.
 
 “Y’know, I think if you tip well enough right now she might let me be the one taking the bottoms off.”
 
 Yes, it was about the money, but Jake still found a way to get a little bit of what he was looking to do.
 His dick had to do something tonight, and she had to know that with the way his swollen member was poking against her hip.
 
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 She has to admit the attention is very nice.
 Gibi's not a particularly shy girl or one that's plagued with confidence issues, but hearing Jake amp up our customer, even if money is behind it, really does feel amazing.
 Sure, any red-blooded man next to a nearly nude girl is going to get turned on, but she knows it's not all fake.
 There were plenty of smokeshow ASMRtists at the convention - after all, ASMR attracts a lot of attractive people - yet he went to her.
 And it definitely isn't because Gibi gives off a loose vibe or is easy to take advantage of.
 She ain't no bitch.
 
 > *wow would you?*
 
 > *gibi you look incredible*
 
 > *RockLobster donates $1,500*
 
 > *could you remove them with your mouth jake?*
 
 "Looks like our customer is getting a little more confident", Gibi whispers to Jake.
 Reality does hit upon reading that, though, and she did have to stifle a gasp.
 Bottoms is an entirely different scenario.
 Those Girls Gone Wild girls were flashing tits like it was nothing, but it was only a few who went far enough to show the cooch.
 There's just something more intimate about that.
 
 Then again, $1,500, and to have Jake's face that close to her?
 Gibi seems to be falling right next to RockLobster when it comes to confidence.
 She's starting to see how women bring up the empowerment behind owning your body like this.
 
 Gibi turns her head to Jake and asks, "I think I know the answer already, but what do you say?"
 She definitely hammed up the sultriness dripping from her voice, but she meant every drop.
 She sees Jake's cock twitch as if it were screaming out an emphatic 'yes' to her question.
 He was about to see how wet this evening so far has made her.
 
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 “Abso-fucking-lutely.
 You’re making it fun, man.
 I dig it”
 
 Fun, not necessarily easy but…Jake surveys the area and figures out how to work it.
 He steps back from Gibi and puts his hand on the back of the shirt chair, lifting it up and stepping to the side to move it out of the way…his erection swinging from his hips as he does so.
 It frees the area in front of the camera where they’re standing, some of the hard to find free area in the hotel room.
 
 “Ok, ok.
 Watch this…”
 
 Taking her panties off with his mouth wasn’t something to be done smoothly but he has an idea.
 He kneels, lowering himself on the thin carpet.
 Honestly he’d rather it be her kneeling but….this can work.
 His fingers slide up her thigh at the front, catching the fabric and lifting it from her skin so he can capture it in his teeth.
 Jake make a show of pulling it from her hip, offering a grow as he shifts his head to catch the recorded reflection.
 
 Jake’s hands then slide up Gibi’s backside, giving it a squeeze out of the cameras direct view before he catches the back of her underwear.
 Now, when Jake lowers, his mouth pulls from the front and hand pull at the back.
 He can smell her arousal but, as a gentleman, isn’t going to let her know that.
 He’s pleased not to catch any carpet under there as he views her explicitly close up.
 The view is then dropped as the panties drop past her knees and to her ankles.
 
 Another $750 richer, Jake slides back and takes to his feet.
 He’s ready to asses the moment, to see if he needs to lead or…
 
 > RockLobster donates $1,000
 
 > “Can you touch him?”
 
 Jesus, all horniness aside, what did this guy do for work and was it too late for Jake to get in on it?
 
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 There's really no backing out at this point.
 Well there always is, but Gibi doesn't really want to.
 Having Jake so close to her sex, she had kind of been hoping he'd be unable to resist and get a taste, but that's her lust talking, not the businesswoman driving a hard bargain with their rich benefactor.
 She has to give herself credit though for not pushing towards his face, although a moan had escaped her as he completed his task.
 
 Without giving the sexual tension any room to breathe, RockLobster hits the gas along with a nice chunk of change.
 
 "Well, look at you, upping the game!
 Looks like someone is eager for more."
 
 Gibi takes a quick peak towards Jake's lap.
 "And it looks like that feeling is mutual!"
 
 Gibi bites her lip to help focus, but it's hard (no pun intended).
 Jake was able to control himself earlier, but his cock showed no signs of the same restraint.
 Not quite at full mast but very well close to it, Jake's girth was ready to be handled.
 And Gibi was quite ready to handle it herself.
 
 She thought about being cheeky and just poking him for the $1,000, but she needed to get a good feeling of what she's going to be working with.
 Still sitting on the chair, Gibi angles herself towards Jake and reaches out with a hand, wrapping it around him.
 Thick and warm, ready to be put to use.
 
 Gibi gives him a few squeezes and small strokes while her eyes devour him.
 Jake's cock grew a bit more with the attention, and Gibi swears she could hear a small sigh as she slowly feels him up.
 She looks up to Jake's eyes and smiles, hoping he knows where she's going to go with this.
 She can be a little cheeky.
 
 "Okay, well now what?
 I think I've touched him enough..."
 
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 “Oh I don’t think it’s *enough*”
 
 Jake puts a little tease in his voice, letting all parties know he’d happily take more.
 Gibi had said what she said with a little mystery, so that one might think it’s enough to make good on the donation or that it was enough now that he was voraciously hard and ready for something else.
 
 At this point Jake had never failed in getting to do whatever he wanted with a girl.
 Big dick, nice abs, handsome face, don’t act like an asshole.
 Show her all that and she’s yours.
 
 “The other hand”
 
 Jake whispers it, the mics barely picking up the instruction to Gibi and what it does gets prickly and pointed in a little bit of ASMR in their ears.
 Jake slides Gibi’s hand away and the reasoning is shown in their reflection.
 Her arm reaches across her body and was blocking the goodies, now you can see her perky tits with that pretty face across from his hard cock and abs.
 The moment stretches in silence for a few heartbeats.
 He trusts their watcher wants the same thing Jake wants but perhaps he’s a little shy or, like Gibi, is fixated on what’s on the screen.
 
 “Gibi”
 
 He says soft but enough to get her attention and turn her brown eyes back to him.
 What he says next is barely perceivable, understood only by the context and by the emphasized movements of Jake’s mouth.
 
 “Blow me…he’ll tip”
 
 It wasn’t promised, of course, but he’d been generous so far.
 There could be trust….and if not, Jake was still getting his dick sucked.
 
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 Gibi was unsure; perform the action without seeing the pay?
 Now she was one-hundred percent sure she was ready to sleep with Jake.
 This amount of sexual tension could never be dampened - it's a no-turning back situation.
 
 But Gibi's worries were unfounded, because moments after Jake's insistence that he'd tip, she heard that beautiful chime.
 
 > RockLobster donates $1,5000
 
 > pleasee
 
 The dollars keep increasing, and so does her lust.
 Gibi looks towards the camera at hearing the notification and blows her mysterious benefactor a kiss with her other hand still wrapped around Jake's thick cock, impatiently twitching at the sensation of Gibi's soft hand doing just enough.
 
 Gibi returns her attention to Jake, looking quickly up at him to see him smiling slowly - at the money or the upcoming fun, it doesn't matter much to her, but she's certain it's the latter.
 With her confidence increasing every moment, Gibi fully leans her face towards his awaiting shaft, her hand still gently gripping his base.
 She wets her lips and gives a gentle peck at his tip.
 He's already standing at attention, but the new sensation causes his cock to strain even more, unconsciously desperate for more attention.
 Gibi giggles, loving how easy it is to get a reaction out of his arousal.
 She can't blame him, she'd be the same way.
 
 With one quick glance back at the camera, Gibi gets ready for the show.
 She slowly opens her mouth, tongue just slightly out, and lowers herself onto Jake.
 He lets out a moan, reveling in finally getting to feel Gibi's warm mouth around him.
 There's nothing stopping Gibi from going all out and devouring him.
 Her body certaintly wants her to lose control, she can feel that heat deep within her screaming out for it.
 But she's still an ASMRtist and this wonderful stranger, whether he wants it or not, is still going to get that part of the bargain.
 
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 “Oh my god dude, you should see her eyes”
 
 The glance upward at him, giving her those brown drops of lust, and Jake
 pays compliment.
 He’s aware that Gibi is the star here and although RockLobster likes what is seen from the fitness hunk, that hunk is going to
 make sure the spotlight is nicely centered on the prettiest member of their three person party.
 So it was a little nice set of words bit about the lips wrapping around the end of his dick but the eyes over them.
 
 > they are
 
 It was funny to see the chat so slow now, eyes having been used to seeing it spin like a Vegas slot machine.
 The drive had always been the donation but now without the overall thrill of the crowd approval it was critical to manage both Gibi and their Guest…but both seemed happy to be giving their respective parts.
 
 > can u whisper
 > what your doing
 > *RockLobster donated $500*
 
 It wasn’t the four digit amount they were getting used to but to be fair it was a ‘simpler’ ask.
 While they weren’t quite speaking in the same ASMR tones they were earlier, their earbud devices still picked up the soft sounds and transmitted them to themselves so they could keep their voices lower and hear what their viewer did.
 Her kiss to his cock played well and as she started to swirl her tongue around Jake’s head he could hear the wet sounds he normally wouldn’t be able to.
 
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 Gibi knew she'd enjoy this, but definitely not to quite this degree.
 For a minute there she entirely forgot what she was supposed to be doing.
 All she could think of was this thick cock between her lips as she slowly started working him up, her pussy radiating heat.
 She didn't have a huge body count but knew she could definitely work a cock - her past boyfriends had made that very clear.
 She alternated licking his shaft and teasing his head, not wanting to push him too far already.
 They did have a show to perform.
 
 Thanks to that train of thought, Gibi was reminded that they actually do have a guest right now!
 She couldn't help that dick distracted her, honestly.
 Then she heard that beautiful chime she's come to love and saw that RockLobster had just thought of it too.
 She looks up at the camera, that high angle giving her that doe-eyed look men go crazy for, and tries to smile as best as she can, which is not an easy task when your mouth is full of meat.
 
 With renewed focus, she pulls down the mic closer to the action.
 She pops off Jake for a second and whispers, "I hope you didn't mind that little interruption. We're now back to our regular programming here on GibiASMR."
 Without hiding the hunger in her eyes, she returns back to her prize.
 This time she focuses on the performance.
 
 She slurps back onto Jake's cock, feeling his whole body twitch at the sudden sensation.
 Consciously saving her spit, she makes sure to accentuate the slopiness of the blowjob, letting the mic capture those wonderful sounds as she glugs up and down his shaft.
 She keeps her eyes focused on Jake, partly to make sure he doesn't get too close if he doesn't say anything, and also because who doesn't like eye contact when someone's going down on you?