Chapter 1 - But What Can Roshana Do?

“So what can you do?” I asked.

Roshana stared at me with a partial frown as she played with a crooked wooden stick, the tip scrapped the dirt and pushed yellow, orange, and red leaves around on the dry ground. The branches flexed, but not yet dry enough, they didn’t break. The few birds that hadn’t flown south for the winter sang above and around us. I loved this time of year, with fresh air, beautiful colors, and the promise of the winter to come.

“Anything. I could do anything,” Roshana said. She poked a wind-blown leaf pile with the stick. A yellow banana slug fell onto the dirt trail. A bird screamed at us. The overcast grey and white sky had streaks of blue where the sun tried to break through. The path snaked through the forest, not well-traveled, it led from our school’s back field, past us, and traveled over a hundred miles before it ended at a small lake, well, if you believed the maps, which I didn’t, because public maps often had purposeful misleading routes, each year more unreliable since the start of the war.

“Right, but what would interest my fans? Because they expect something exciting, interesting, and perverse,” I said. I knew what would interest my fans, but would she do it? She had the idea to film with me today, so she had to suggest something depraved; otherwise, my ideas might spook her, and while I enjoyed a stroll in the forest, I didn’t enjoy it that much. Thoughts of her laid out with sticks and other items shoved in her made me moist, and because she hadn’t appeared in videos before, as a newbie, she would draw more fans. The idea of a demonstration of her strength while I fucked her or violated her had me out here in the crisp air with her, instead of a classroom with a boring teacher.

The slug uncurled and began the trek back into the forest while the bird above heard a similar song to the one it sang and flew off. The silence stretched, made for a pleasant pause in our hike. I didn’t know how much to push her towards a decision. She wanted something, something nasty, but did she fully understand the consequences? Could she understand the consequences? I barely understood, and I had filmed dozens of videos for my channel. Even after six months, and more money than I ever expected, my fans’ reactions still sometimes surprised me.

“I’ll fuck anything, eat anything, drink anything,” she said. But did she mean it? Could she mean it? Hulks have a lot of bravado, but didn’t always follow through. While we could bend iron, most Hulks didn’t heal fast, so they tended towards caution, unlike Deads, who healed fast and had no trouble doing horrible things to their bodies. I didn’t want to hurt her, I just wanted to make her scream in pleasure, in ways that would interest my fans, and could compete with other top videos that featured Deads, who could take hands up both holes, massive objects, and severe pain. My fans expected new and different, something that the normal sluts couldn’t provide.

“Like?” I asked. Sweat beaded on her forehead despite the cool fall day. The woods offered great privacy, even at only a ten-minute walk from school. I could smell dog scat, which bothered me, but Roshana hadn’t noticed. She likely wouldn’t see an enemy jet if it flew over at that moment. The pile of leaves caught her gaze, but her mind turned to figure out what to suggest. The wait annoyed me, but I knew to act patient, remain calm, and wait for her to start the suggestions, and then I could add pizazz to them.

Roshana poked at the slug. I always felt sorry for her, she trained hard and studied, but she will never attain more than a standard heavy in the military. She didn’t perform well enough in school to work in logistics, so she would get front-line duty, which meant she only had a fifty percent chance of living to thirty. She had the looks to snag an officer, which may save her, but likely not, because she didn’t have the people skills. She often impressed the instructors with her strength, but she always managed to annoy them with her comments. I have had to step between her and another student a few times when she said something stupid and caused another Hulk to want to put their fist through her head.

“Roshana, listen, I need to know what you want to do. I’m skipping physics for this, and my fans demand quality content, so tell me. Or we can just forget the whole thing and just enjoy the fresh air,” I said, and picked up my backpack. Her stick end paused in the leaves, the slug had almost moved off the path, and the bird had left to complain elsewhere. A nip of cold had arrived, and the air smelled like rain, or maybe snow. She looked lost, a little girl in the woods, unsure which way to go -forward into her dreams or backward into her former life. Ok, maybe not that dramatic, but I hated the wait, and I need something to occupy my mind. I knew she would choose to follow me, but she didn’t know that yet. She just needed to suck it up and make a decision already.

I set my backpack on both shoulders and pulled the straps tight. I had such a short body that the bag covered my whole back. My twin red braids hung over the swell in my black shirt, with hand-sized white ‘peace’ lettering down the middle, the ‘P’ at my neck. So stupid, I hadn’t worn a jacket, and more ridiculous, I wore a short, black skirt with no underwear. I did wear hiking boots, brown and tan leather ones with steel toes. Today, I had the proper footwear, but not the right clothing. One day, I will get both in sync. I wore the boots because I wanted to walk in the forest at lunch. I didn’t bring a jacket because I misjudged the weather, and I didn’t wear underwear because I had planned to do some upskirt streams during math and physics. Next time, I will listen to my sister, Zer.

Roshana threw the stick into the forest, where it sailed over the tops of the trees and disappeared in the grey sky. Her puffy black jacket had duct tape on the left sleeve, and the zipper only went halfway up. She wore sensible jeans, running shoes, and a red and white toque over her black straightened hair. Red eye shadow and dark red lipstick made her dark skin appear darker and alluring. My fans would like to watch her strip. Some may even just like to watch her pose and flex naked. She had beautiful muscles that she had sculpted with insane weight workouts. If she decides to chicken out, I could suggest a naked workout, but I wanted something with more excitement and something that would draw better numbers.

“Roshana, stop wasting my time,” I said and turned away from her. A blue patch appeared in the sky to my right. Another banana slug, this one black, crawled across my path. I hadn’t advertised the stream, so no loss, other than time, if Roshana didn’t go through with it, and I did want to go for a walk. I would miss the upskirt stream in physics, but maybe I could perform an upskirt walk in the forest and finish with some massive insertions or something else, boring, but it pays. One of those consequences of popularity, you needed constant content, ideally fresh, new, innovative stuff that will please your current fans and draw in new fans. After all, like the trees around us, if not you’re growing, you’re dying.

“How much?” She asked. She wanted to talk about money? Before I even knew what she wanted to do? Hundred percent - no. I should have just walked away, but I liked Roshana; she helped with my stream with Eliza last month. I could wait another few minutes. But only a few minutes, I didn’t want to miss all of school. Another consequence, everyone wanted money, everyone thought that I made money hand over fist, but after expenses, I did ok. Worse, everyone wanted some of the cash, often for doing as little as possible.

“Depends, on what you do, maybe ten or twenty, but not more than forty,” I said. Even if Roshana gets numbers like Eliza, I would not pay more than forty percent. Likely twenty, ten if she only does the minimum. However, it all depends on her and what she decides to do.

“Thirty,” she said. Thirty, without knowing the content? I scrutinized her face. Round, full cheeks, a sharp chin with a small cleft in the middle. She had a pale birthmark on the right side of her neck. Her teeth glowed white in her mouth, and she had large, almost doe-like, brown eyes. Pretty, but not gorgeous. Her youth, curves, and muscles would make my fans happy and make me some money.

“Maybe, not likely thirty, likely less, but it depends on what you do. The more risky, the better it will be for you. Now, what do you propose?” I asked as I turned back around. She stared at my boots. The yellow slug had disappeared, but the bird had returned with shrieks and a warning song. She bit her lip and clenched her fists, a typical Hulk response: when in doubt, fight.

“Like Eliza, except I hold you up,” she said. She smiled in memory, her right hand covered her crotch while her left rested on her left breast. She had spread her legs like a weightlifter, ready to lift impossible weights. She had more strength than I, not much, but enough. But did I want her to hold me up? Did she know how to position the camera and keep me in the shot? Well, that would keep the fans interested, but not enough. I needed to convince her to give up the support position and star in the show.

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Chapter 2 - Secret Places

“Where do you want to do this?” I asked. Roshana stared at my shoes with her face flushed. Her left foot had turned in, and her hands stayed rigid at her side. She rocked back and forth, heel to toe, as the trees whispered in the wind, and the leaves encouraged us to go deeper, to explore and get lost in the forest.

“I don’t know?” she whispered, her voice just above the wind. My body slumped. I knew a quiet place, but only Cin, Jen, and Hel knew about it. I didn’t want to advertise it to the whole school, but what choice did I have? We needed someplace safe from prying eyes, and since Teacher Jones caught Eliza and me, the administration has installed cameras in the washrooms. The girls can still smoke if they stay near the corners or block the camera’s view, but that wouldn’t work for us. Further, the forest called to me, wanted me. I love the outdoors.

“Fine, let’s go,” I said and grabbed her cold hand. She followed close enough that I could smell her perfume of rose and lilac. We walked down the path for about thirty steps, then at a giant old tree, which Cin referred to as Grandpa Tree, we cut off and followed a tiny path through the raspberry bushes, birch trees, and tall yellow grass. We emerged into a clearing that contained an old single-room house with no roof and covered in colorful graffiti.

“Here?” she asked. Cigarette butts, a moldy sleeping bag, a broken lawn chair, and a log stump lay strewn on the cracked concrete floor, with colorful leaves piled along the edges. The lack of a roof gave a great view of the grey sky with blue patches, and enough light to film. Someone had hung a tire swing from the thick beam that ran the length of the house, and someone else had burned and cut the tire, which made it unusable.

“Yes, let me figure out where to position the camera,” I said as I glanced around the building. Mud footprints covered the center, around black ash fire circles. The two side windows had branches growing into them, while partiers had pulled bushes near the front door and piled them beside the trail to obscure the pathway.

“Cool place,” Roshana said and pushed leaves around on the floor with her feet. A cloud moved, and the sun shone down on us, warmed my forehead, as the central beam cast a faint shadow across the floor, as if to divide the room in two. Roshana stood on one side, her face in shadow, while I stood on the other and scrutinized the lighting. The cloud’s movement will make it a bit tricky, but I had purchased a high-quality light adjustment app, so I didn’t expect too much trouble. The forest smelled fresh and alive, even with the dry, fallen, colored leaves. Short grass and white fluff weeds poked through the floor cracks.

I jumped, but couldn’t reach the beam. However, with Roshana’s help, it would work. I started my stream and said, “Special treat today, I have a classmate that will masturbate for you while she shoves her fist inside me,” and swung the camera around to capture Roshana’s side view.

Her earrings shone and sparkled in the sunbeam as the cloud moved to light up her side of the room. She had gorgeous ears with the perfect lobes. Her toque covered the top of her ears and gave her that “whatever” look that I love and wish I could pull off. Her broad nose had two gold rings, one on the side and the other through the middle like a bull. Her lips pouted as she stared at a slug on the floor under the leaves she had kicked away. Her breasts tented her shirt, and her slight belly tightened her t-shirt around her waist and complemented her larger thighs. In profile, she looked great. When she turned to look at me, the sun accented her high, broad cheeks, full lips, and almond-shaped eyes. In this light, she looked beautiful. The wind outside whispered for us to get naked.

“My friend is about to give you a strip tease,” I said, and stepped backward to capture her whole body. Her cheeks flushed as she frowned. Her eyes grew wide until the whites dominated, highlighted by her eyeliner. I know she hadn’t officially agreed, but she had given placid consent, and I figured she would say no with the camera on and my fans watching.

She dropped her black puffy jacket, which caused leaves to swish into the air. Her nipples poked out of her white, tight shirt, with her red bra just visible under the sheer shirt. The face of our leader stared at me from her shirt. Faint grey, he grinned, as if he knew something we didn’t. A handsome man, the thought that he might watch this made my insides squirm, even though he never would, too busy running a country and fighting a war.

With her gaze down, she pulled her shirt over her head, and her toque came with it. Her black hair stood up and out with the static, while her dark complexion absorbed the sun, and her upper chest reflected the sky. Her breasts overflowed her bra and gave her deep cleavage, which, based on the comments, my fans liked more than my small breasts. While not jealous, it reminded me of another unforeseen consequence, my fans’ fickle loyalty. You needed tough skin to deal with the comments about other girls that they thought more beautiful or sexier than you.

She pulled down her pants. Well-defined, tight muscles appeared as she pushed the skin-tight pants to her ankles. She wore white square panties, and her black pubic hair pressed against the white cloth.

At her ankles, she realized her mistake of not removing her shoes before her pants. “Fuck!” she said and tried to lift her right foot and remove the shoe, while balanced, which she totally failed at and tipped over to the ground, which caused white dandelion seeds to explode into the air. Dust motes hung, spun, and sparkled with the white seeds. I suppressed a laugh. My fans will love this. Everyone acts sexy, or cute, when they strip. No one falls and makes a fool of themselves, a real human, like everyone else, someone beautiful but approachable. Her fall and awkwardness will make my fans love her more. I mumbled, “Fuck!” because a pang of jealousy stabbed my heart.

“Fucking fuck!” she screamed and ripped her pants into two pieces, then threw them into the corner, where the leaves flew up and covered most of the blue fabric. Her right shoe had popped off and lay on its side at the entrance to the house. Her right white sock, with a dirty sole, stayed on, and her left shoe and red sock had also stayed on. She stared at the camera with tight lips and frown lines on her forehead and upper nose.

“A little rough and nervous, I hope you enjoy the show,” I said to my fans. I didn’t laugh, but I smiled. I couldn’t have asked for a better introduction. Arrive with a bang, leave with a whimper, that’s what my fans like.

“Almost naked, just a few more items,” I said. Roshana radiated anger, her hands in fists, her arm muscles flexed, and she stared at me as if she dared me to comment. It surprised me that she only destroyed her pants so far, because I expected her to smash the ground or destroy a wall.

“Your bra,” I said. Roshana stared but didn’t move to remove it. Her nipples poked out of the thin fabric, her areola visible. A squirrel scampered in the bush outside the right window, but Roshana didn’t notice. She stared at the camera as if to dare someone to say something. The sun highlighted the deep red across her face, neck, and chest. She looked cute before, but now she looked stunning, gorgeous, and dangerous.

The stream erupted in heart, lol, and thumbs up emojis.

“Your bra,” I said again. Roshana stood up and stared down at me. Her breasts thrust out and her nipples erect. She had an outie belly button that had a darker splotch below it. She stood with her feet wide, ready to fight or tackle me. “Beautiful,” ”stunning,” and” more, please,” comments filled the chat - a battle goddess in a thin red bra and wide white panties, like a superhero from the comics.