S*x Payment World

It didn’t take me long to understand the concept. An SR streamer was a person who went around streaming their purchases to a live audience. Everything was paid with sex, and the whole point was that, with a special device developed by Lacos, the viewers could experience the sensations being streamed in real time.

It has become the most popular form of content streaming, surpassing gaming and other forms of streaming entertainment. The reason this existed was that, like for all things, not every person had the same level of physical sensitivity. Some could be almost as sensitive as people from my world, while others could feel nearly nothing.

SR steamers were generally considered to be in the former category. Being sensitive in this world was an extreme advantage, as seen from my previous interaction with Elodie. For these people, going into streaming was a great choice.

Not only could they buy things easily, but they could even make money out of doing so! It was the best of both worlds. It was like a glitch to double one’s money.

This looked like the ultimate dream job for me. If I truly stayed sensitive without becoming numb like the inhabitants of this world, there would be few jobs as good as this.

I would be enjoying sexual acts, buying goods for basically ‘free’, and earning money on top of it.

While I was lost in my thoughts, the lunch rush began. From around 11:30 to 1 pm, a lot of students and workers from the surrounding area came to buy food, snacks, drinks, and coffee. Since most were in a hurry, few paid with sex, except for small purchases only worth small amounts. I had a good time kissing and a few more women, appreciating how everyone went at it slightly differently. One woman even chose to caress my torso for a few minutes, which felt weirdly good, like a sort of massage.

Finally, the last lunchtime client left, and the store regained its quiet. I went around, putting back some items that were placed on the wrong shelves, and doing some other minor tasks, including a bit of cleaning.

Working at a convenience store was a mix of high-tension moments followed by long periods of calm. I liked this job mostly for the quiet times, when only a few customers would come from time to time.

My peace was broken when a young woman in her early twenties entered the shop. With short green dyed hair, black eyes, ripped shorts, a ripped short top, and chewing gum, she had the worst fashion I had ever seen before in my life. Coupled with her mean glare as she looked around the store, everything about her screamed: ‘I’m a rebel and a delinquent’.

‘Wait. Her clothes are already not hiding much, but they’re so ripped I can see her panties and bra.’

She was the type that would make grandmothers from my world faint in shock at first sight.

After staring at me for a short while, she moved around the premises, picking a few products off the shelves. Once she was done, she placed them in front of me without a word.

I scanned them, noticing she had only chosen expensive stuff, like flowers in pots, or gift cards.

“$49.10. Will you pay by cash, card, or sex?”

She continued chewing her gum for a second before answering.

“Sex.”

“Which act do you want to go with?”

She spat her gum in the bin next to the register.

“Stuff.”

She then moved behind the counter, a predatory look on her face. My heart started to beat faster, wondering what the heck was wrong with that woman. In this world, working in any sales-related domain implicitly meant that one was ready to accept payments of a sexual nature. It was part of the job description.

If, for any reason, someone hated that, they could just choose to work in a completely different domain. Of course, that didn’t mean these sorts of circumstances didn’t exist outside of that context. For example, there existed apps that allowed people to directly pay each other via sex or stimulation, when repaying borrowed money, losing a bet, or in any similar types of situations. Still, money payment was always an option, so people who somehow hated sex could avoid it if they wanted to.

The woman didn’t care about how tense I was. She tapped on her left shoulder, and I quickly imitated her. Then, she took my head in her hands and went for quite the violent kiss, our teeth hitting a little.

Just as I was about to protest, her tongue invaded my mouth like a leopard, licking everything it could reach. I let out a groan of surprise, and she frowned, releasing me for a second.

“You suck at kissing.”

“Hey!”

She couldn’t care less about my protest, going for another smooch anyway. Feeling my pride a little hurt, I didn’t remain static this time, fighting her tongue with mine. Her eyes widened a little before humming oddly, not willing to lose the battle. Our skirmish felt weirdly good, and, after a minute, she broke our kiss, panting a little.

“Hm.”

She released an indistinct noise that I didn’t know how to interpret. Right after, she squatted in front of me, immediately trying to open my pants. That woman moved so fast that I was always a beat behind, barely reacting to her gesture that she had lowered my pants, already attacking my underwear, which was lowered soon, too.

“Hm.”

She gave another similar sound while observing how hard I already was, the ferocious kiss having put me in the mood for more.

Acting swiftly once more, she directly buried her head over my groin, taking my dick into her mouth, and bobbing her head on it.

“Urgh!”

I let out a groan of surprise and pleasure to suddenly experience the second, or maybe third, blowjob of my life.

However, that wasn’t all, and the girl surprised me with her next move. With one hand, she unbuttoned her ripped shorts and inserted her fingers in her panties, beginning to masturbate right in front of me!

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