Chapter 12. 3pm Shopping Pokimane (OFFLINE TV YOUTUBERS)

"Hot take, Jack in the Box has got the best fast food fries ever."

"That is actually just completely wrong, and you should jump off a bridge for saying that."

Poki and Michael were bantering over the table while you walked back to the set, finishing up carrying the rest of everyone's meals to the plastic, foldable, propped tables. "Meal" is a strong word to use considering you simply drove around the residential area getting different fast foods requested by the members in the shoot, but as everyone scarfed down happily, it didn't seem to matter too much.

The shoot ended relatively quickly enough. Brodin had pretty much streamlined the recording process to a dime, mostly due to his previous experience in this field and all the time he's spent with the current group, so you were all off to a quick lunch. Quackity decided to split off early, saying that he had some other stuff to attend to that day, so it was just the typical group plus Tina. Conversation was rampant as different voices bubbled up the surface of the audial pool. Unfortunately, because you were moving around to ensure everyone's needs were met, you couldn't partake in the animated exchanges. There was still much for you to do for the day. The next item on the list was pretty cut and dry: grocery shopping.

You sat down on a foldable chair, a bit aways from the main group, while you copied the list Brodin texted to you down onto a piece of paper. It was mostly so you could make more additions. Heading over to the group, you talked over the commotion to ask if there was anything else anyone needed.

"I'm doing a grocery run real quick, anything want anything in particular? Brodin already sent me the list of stuff you guys normally order."

You placed the paper on the table. A small chat stirred as people wrote down additional items.

"I'll just head out early while everyone's finishing up so just fill out… the form…"

Your voice slowly drawled off. Poki was staring at you with a strange expression. It was as though she was seeing something that no one else was able to see. You felt strangely exposed. Before you had the time to think about it, though, the list was given back to you. The car beeped as you clicked the tag on your keys, starting to walk out.

"Oh I'm looking to get something in the area too, could I come with?" Poki energetically popped the question.

Was she looking to get something in the area or looking to "get something" in the area? It's been a long day already, despite it only being mid afternoon, and your mind was a little clouded. Nervously, to play it safe, you answered with a safe response.

"Sure I can drive you. Hop on."

She gave a brilliant smile, beaming at you, before walking alongside you. Once everyone had finished saying bye to the two of you, turning back to the discussion at hand, the two of you moved to sit in the vehicle. You still couldn't tell what exactly Imane was looking for, but it'll work itself out.

The first stop on your journey was Trader Joe's. Barring aside how you felt about their items, it was what the house wanted, which was fair. They had some pretty neat stuff if you could afford it, which most of the time you couldn't (or wouldn't). This wasn't really a problem for the house, though. Poki walked alongside you in the aisles chatting about her stream and future while you responded accordingly to the best of your abilities.

"I don't know, I just think that I've been sort of stagnant for too long, if that makes sense? Like I love OfflineTV, I'd do anything for it, but I think that it's a good time for me to break off and do my own things."

"Sure, makes sense. The group will always welcome you back after all. If you have stuff you want to do, go for it."

Poki seemed relieved that you were pushing her along the path she was considering. You were a bit on edge that she was just going to fondle you in the middle of the store out of nowhere, but the sluttiness level wasn't quite there it seemed, as you exited the store with items in cart and dick untouched.

"So, what exactly were you looking for?"

Poki mused for a little bit as you pushed the cart back to the car. "I was looking to buy some new clothes in the strip near here. Come with me?"

Oh, so she really was just buying stuff. You could really never tell with these women. You might need to create a more concise way for your sluts to make dick appointments.

A short (well, as short as it can get in LA) drive later and you found yourself at the forefront of Chanel in Beverly Hills. Seeing the people walking around, you felt notoriously out of place.

"Come on, let's go."

"I'm coming in?" You asked incredulously.

"Yeah obviously, I need someone to give me their thoughts on the outfits I'm picking out, duh."

Hoo boy. You stepped out and walked with Poki into the store. By no means were you dressed slobbily, but you've never even walked into a high-end store like this, much less buy something from it. It was a rather empty store, given its luxuriousness, having only two attendants managing the building with only a couple of other customers looking around. Poki, in her natural element, started humming to herself while picking out outfits to try on.

Which left you in the standard boyfriend dilemma. Not that you were Imane's boyfriend or anything. Owner, maybe? What were you to do while you were waiting for your woman to pick out what they liked? You couldn't really go in and suggest something, since you had no sense of fashion, so you defaulted to just scrolling through your phone until Poki asked you for something.

You checked social media, looking through the channels gossiping about your ventures with Janet and Aria and relishing in your conquers, before noticing that verbal gossip was occurring around you as well. Looking outside, you saw that there were some passersby pointing through the glass separating the two of you, drawing a line between you and Pokimane. You were at a distance close enough that it was clear that you had entered together and were shopping together, so they speculated about the nature of your relationship.

Were you her boyfriend? Were you just an attendant helping her shop? It was strange to see Poki on a one-on-one outing with a man, especially going shopping. Articles would sprout later on about the two of you, as some people took quick pics. Some of the more chronically online communities would figure out that you were the same guy who walked Janet out of an office building naked, but other than that, there wasn't much to go off of in terms of your identity. The idea of people thinking that you're Poki's boyfriend made you smug, so you moved closer to her while scanning items, pretending that you really were helping her out with picking outfits.

Your eyes wandered around while you put your hand under your head to really sell the fact that you were thinking hard about fashion. Unfortunately for you, right as your eyes were hovering over a particularly lascivious swimsuit, Imane turned around to you to ask about the outfits behind her.

"Which one do you think… wow. You like this?"

Poki stood next to the outfit with her hand on her hip, looking at you with upturned, laughing eyes. You weren't really paying any attention to what you were looking at, but having her stand next to the outfit, you couldn't help but picture her in your head wearing it.

"Yeah, I think you'd look good in it. Try it on for me, whore."

Your confident tone rang through the store, and some of the other customers turned to see if they had misheard. Poki flushed at the newly blossoming attention despite asking for it. Her posture straightened up as she placed her hands on top of each other, above her womb.

"Yes, sir." She said, biting her lip.

She called an attendant over to take it off the mannequin so that she could try it on. They gladly took it off and left it in her arms, and the two of you made your way over to the changing rooms. Imane slung the swimsuit, along with some other pieces that she had already chosen, over the top of the stall. From the small slit at the bottom, you could see her taking off her revealing shorts and white leotard as it fell with a floomph. She took the swimsuit off of the top shelf and you began hearing the sounds of cloth fumbling and straps tying softly. It was the perfect time for you to come in.

You moved your arm over to the handle and started to pull. As you expected, seeing as how slutty Imane was feeling today, it was unlocked. Poki gasped in surprise when you walked in, not forgetting to close the door behind you and lock it this time. Whether her shock was genuine or still part of her coy act, it didn't matter as much to you. All you were focused on at the moment was taking in her voluptuous figure.

Imane rarely posted anything dealing with swimsuits, so it was exciting to see her wear the thin, black, two-piece that you had chosen for her. Even if it wasn't that revealing, the brand still being luxury after all, the design made it much more appealing, and the fact that it was Poki out of anyone to be wearing it for you nonetheless caused you to immediately start growing an erection.

"What are you doing," she hissed, "What if one of the attendants sees? I don't know know how it goes for your other girls, but I'm a bit higher class than…"

Her words faltered as your cock began to pitch a tent from underneath your jeans. The lull in her words told you all you needed to know about how she really felt about the matter. Still, though, you wanted to mess around with her a little bit. Imane was acting up a bit too much for your tastes. She should know at this point that her only purpose in life was getting guys like you off, one way or another. It was time to remind her of that.

"You're right, my bad, got a little excited there."

You turned away from her and began to exit the room but, almost immediately, she retorted.

"Wait."

She listened closely for a moment to see if there was anyone around. Nothing sounded. Seemingly against her better judgment, she opened her mouth to speak.

"Fine. We can… fool around," she whispered.

The concession was nice but her tone wasn't quite there yet.

"Hm? Sorry?"

"I said we can do it. You know…"

"Mm, I don't really know. Could you tell me a bit more clearly?"

You sported a shit-eating grin, waiting for Poki to pick up what you wanted her to say. Impatiently, like a bitch in heat, she burst out clearly.

"I want you to stuff my holes in this changing room, sir! Fuck me until my legs shake and use me like your meat toilet!"

Her restraint had flown out the window as she cried out in pathetic begs. Good, good, this was what you were looking for.

"Bring that ass up and turn around, bitch."

Poki obediently listened to your commands, pressing her arms up against the stall to stick her juicy, fat ass at you. Her cheeks were bare, spreading alongside the thing fabric of the swimsuit. You were sure that the employees wouldn't mind if the two of you tested the outfit out, that was what a changing room was for anyways. This was all the action you were sure the outfit would be subjected to once Poki had bought it.

You rubbed your cock along the curve of her ass from behind. Poki whimpered quietly as she was edged.

"Yes yes yes, please just like that fuck my undeserving ass," she moaned heavily. You were both still trying to be relatively quiet since the store itself wasn't that large.

Without warning, you pushed into her warm, slick pussy. A high-pitched squeal momentarily escaped Imane's lips before she moved one of her hands off of the wall over to her mouth, covering it abruptly. She frantically listened to see if anyone was coming over to investigate the noise, but you weren't holding back now that you had penetrated her. Thrust after thrust shook her entire body as waves of pleasure resounded through her very being. Poki's fingers began slowly spreading open, amping out more and more animalistic moans from her.

You slapped Poki's thick butt, clenching your hand on her open asscheek. Her swimsuit ruffled with the motions and an idea sparked in your mind to silence Poki's unrestrained shrieks. Moving your fingers over to the thin string holding the bottom piece together, you pulled and untied it. You balled up the fabric and placed it into her mouth just as a guttural, primal moan escaped her, causing the normally tremendous scream to dampen into obscurity. Well, obscurity to the public. To you, each one of her small pants, ear-splitting shrieks, or ragged moans were accompanied by her bouncing her ass on you harder.

"Tighten up for me bitch, you can do at least that much right you fucking whore," you muttered into her ear as you continued plowing her. Poki was doing a fine job already, but you wanted to demean her anyways.

Hearing how worthless she was at the moment, Poki clamped down on your cock, eyes rolling up.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

This was bliss. You placed your hands around her waist and continued pumping just as a noise made the two of you falter for a second. It was the sound of the stall next to the two of you opening. Poki's eyes widened as she raced to move back, against the wall and out of position, but you weren't done yet. In a particularly fierce stroke, you pushed up and into Imane's ass, causing her to start tiptoeing against the wall. Her mouth, opening wider than you expected, almost leaked out a noise that would've surely exposed you both, but you, reacting in time, cupped your hand over both the fabric gag and her mouth to stifle the noise. A wet sensation pressed against your palm, and you realized she had been drooling into the gag.

"We're not done until I breed you, you fucking cum rag. Don't ever try to stop before I say so."

Poki, with eyes unfocused, nodded at your domineering words. You resumed fucking her, feeling close to finishing.

"Um, are you alright over there?"

A female voice floated over to the two of you. Poki, mind-broken, didn't even register in her mind to respond.

"Answer her," you whispered into her ear, removing your hand from her mouth, "It's your ass if we get caught."

"Y-yeah, mph~ " Poki started, emitting another moan with your pounding. You didn't stop fucking her while she was talking. "I'm just t-trying to sq ~uee~ ze into this dresS!"

A truly poor performance from one of Twitch's best actors, you thought. It seemed like the other customer thought so too, because when they responded with a low, "Alright…", it sounded doubtful even to you. It was unrealistic to expect to be able to keep your public indecency hidden, especially when Poki was spasming all over your perfect cock.

"I'm gonna cum, tighten up, you glorified fleshlight."

Poki subserviently listened, tightening with your accosting degradation. You pushed your cock deep, making sure to press your tip against her womb, before unloading.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…"

You shot your semen straight up into her, trying your hardest to knock her up. Every time a wave of spunk unloaded itself into her inviting womb, you gyrated your hips into her, pushing her into the wall, so that it would reach as deep as possible. You weren't sure if Poki was even on birth control. Probably not, since she wasn't seeing anyone at the moment. That was a problem for her to deal with, though, as you finished up in dispensing the rest of your thick cum inside of her belly.

"On your knees, now." You ordered Poki.

She shuffled around the stall, cum slowly dripping from her folds down onto her thighs. Once she was on her knees, looking up into your eyes, you grabbed you cock and began wiping the final drops of cum and juices away on her hair and face, using her like she was a cum rag that you were going to throw away once you finished jerking off. You took great care to smear her eyeliner and leave noticeable white marks of cum lined against her hair.

"Good slut. Let's go buy your outfits now, shall we?"

Poki nodded meekly, eyes half closed with the mess you left on her face.

The two of you exited the stall, with Poki back in her original clothes. Her normally dolled-up appearance was nowhere to be seen, as her hair was left ruffled, face ruined, and clothes disheveled. If anyone looked closely, they could see the milky liquid you left inside of her running down her thighs. Despite it all, Poki walked with an air of faux confidence, pretending as though nothing was out of the ordinary. In fact, she seem absolutely elated as a result of your session with her. She ignored the stares the employees and customers gave her alike, almost posing whenever someone snapped a picture of the two of you. You grinned and wrapped an arm around her as she picked up her bags, leaving the store together as though you owned her. Poki blushed and bit her lip, looking down at the floor as the two of you exited.

All this and the day was only halfway over. What an unbelievable life you lead.