It didn’t take us long to set up. What took forever was clothes and makeup. But sooner than I expected, we were ready.
We had four static cameras set up around the room tied to the four streams we’d advertised. In a stroke of genius, Terri had drafted Remmi to hold a fifth camera. I’d only meant for Remmi to operate one of the four static cameras, but ever the businesswoman, Terri had set up a fifth stream that ran through both of our web pages simultaneously. It was connected to the camera Remmi would hold and move about the scene during the stream.
This called for Remmi’s disguise. She didn’t want to wear her helmet as she didn’t want to tie all our video personalities together. So, Remmi was wearing one of Terri’s spare masks, this one with over-the-top Asian features including blue hair. She was wearing black stretch pants, black socks, a thick black turtleneck and black leather driving gloves. Even though she was practically covering every inch of skin, for some reason, it made her that much hotter.
Terri was wearing a simple pair of ripped jean shorts and a spaghetti-strap tank top that accentuated her boobs.
I was wearing a simple knee-length skirt and a cream blouse with pearl buttons down the front. It was comfy but looked simple and classy.
Terri kicked off the stream like normal, only this time, I joined in a bit more enthusiastically than before. I’d gained confidence and was feeling overly playful after watching that video.
“So yeah, we’ve got a special show going tonight everybody. We’re broadcasting from a very nice studio and even have a third who’s operating our ‘magic cam.’ Wave to everyone, Cammi,” Terri said.
Remmi leaned over into the shot, still holding the wireless camera, and gave the audience a wave.
“No, RhetButt211, Cammi’s not going to be joining us today. I mean, if she did, we wouldn’t have a magic cam anymore,” I shook my head at the question.
“OK, first off, we’re going to answer some of the… more interesting questions y’all sent in,” Terri said as she picked up a piece of paper and started to read it.
The audience had been bombarding our accounts with questions, and we’d picked some spicier ones to respond to on air. Terri had made the final choices, saying she knew what played on the screen and what didn’t. I’d agreed with all her choices regardless.
One of the things I noticed was the more questions we answered, the racier they got. Terri said it built up the audience’s anticipation. I had to agree again, as it was taking my already horny self and sending me into overdrive.
By the time we got through the prepared answers and were starting on the live questions, I’d unbuttoned nearly half my shirt and couldn’t stop touching Terri.
Several times, Remmi had shot not only some nice cleavage work for both Terri and me but also a few up-the-skirt shots, Fatal Instinct style. Of course, I played it up for the camera, letting my hormones get the better of me. At one point, I had the head of my cock poking out the bottom of my skirt and pretended it wasn’t.
“Yes, SnowTrooper45, Red is a bit wound up today,” Terri said into the camera as Remmi focused her camera on the fact I was behind Terri with one hand up her shirt, my fingers playing with one of her nipples.
Terri groaned as she tried to ignore me and kept answering questions.
“This was so much easier when I was by myself–” Terri started to say, turning to look back at me. But when she did, I jumped at her and began kissing her.
My other hand joined the first under her shirt and commenced to tease her boobs relentlessly.
“You’re hopeless,” Terri said as we came up for air. She turned back to face the camera and started to speak to the audience.
“I’m sorry, folks,” Terri said as I pulled her tank top up, revealing her boobs to the camera and went back to teasing her nipples. “But as you can see–” Terri squeaked as I started biting into the base of her neck where it met her shoulder. “Uh,” Terry started, her breath coming a little faster now. “Umm… Red, yeah Red here is feeling a bit friskier than–oh fuck!”
One of my hands had slid down into her shorts to tease her pussy, causing Terri is gasp. She wasn’t wet, she was fucking soaked down there. Apparently, that video of Remmi and I got to her a lot more than I thought.
Terri’s hips immediately began rolling against my fingers when I found her clit. She kept trying to refocus on the screen, but her body had other ideas. From her shuddering against me, I already knew she was close. It wouldn’t take much more to bring her off.
“Right, D. Hicks426? R really should stop trying to fight me so hard,” I leered at the camera. “What do y’all think? Should I stop pestering R here and let her get back to the questions? Or should I finish what I started?”
Once again, I’d tuned out the tipping tone that had been sounding intermittently since we started. But I heard it now, and my fingers moved faster the more the tipping came in.
Terry was bucking hard against me now. Her eyes were squeezed tight, and a light sweat had broken out on her brow. A few more strokes, and I felt it when she started.
A string of curse words escaped her lips as her orgasm carried her away on waves of bliss.
I winked at the camera and leered into it as I fondled my friend through her first orgasm of the evening.