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Your heart races wildly as you wait on Discord for his call. You've rehearsed countless times for this job interview. Failure isn't an option. Working for your favourite YouTuber is your dream job. You must stay confident and professional!
His icon appears, and with your trembling hand, you move your mouse to click accept.
“Hi”, a cheerful voice rings out. A familiar face pops up on the screen. It's Caleb, the YouTuber you've been watching for years. On your screen.
But this isn't a video. He's not speaking to his audience. He's talking to you.
“Hey, good evening!” You say cheerfully, trying not to stumble over your words. “Sorry, my camera's broken. Hopefully, just hearing my voice will be enough. I'll get a new one soon.”
“It's fiiine,” he reassures in a singsong voice.
“So I've reviewed your CV and portfolio, and I've already decided you will be my editor,” he says.
You hold back a grin, trying not to scream with joy.
“This call is simply so we can meet properly.” His purple eyes are bright and cheerful, but his body language is relaxed and less animated than usual.
“So, as we already discussed, you will handle my main channel videos. My schedule is three videos a month; the time needed will vary depending on how demanding the videos are,” he explains, leaning back in his chair with his hand on his chin. “I want us to have an ongoing dialogue at each stage of editing. I prefer voice calls, but for minor revisions, texts will suffice.”
You nod, “Do you want to change your editing style or keep it as it is?”
“I'd say keep it as it is… You’re familiar with my content, right?”
“Yes,” you reply with a smile. Stay professional, don't be a fan girl.
“Aiming at an adult audience… I don't want it too fast-paced… I want it to be down-to-earth and not overly corporate,” he explains, but you already understand his style and audience.
“I agree.” Despite him not seeing you, you sit upright in your chair with a stiff posture.
He pauses for a moment, deeper in thought. “And are you aware of my Patreon content?”
Your brow furrows. Huh? Why’s he bringing this up?
“I'm aware… but I haven't watched any,” you admit.
Long pause. He plays with his bottom lip.
You laugh awkwardly, “I'm too broke for that.” That was the truth. You might be lonely, but paying £20 for an audio porn membership isn’t within your budget.
He laughs too. “Maybe I should lower the prices…” he says absentmindedly. He clears his throat, “Only if you're comfortable with it… But I’d also like you to edit my Patreon videos.”
What? That wasn't in the job description. Why does he need help with those?
“How much editing do those videos require?” Although you've never listened to them, you've seen the titles and know what kind of videos they are.
It's not exactly something you put on your CV, but you knew a thing or two about erotic audios.
“At the moment not a lot, I usually do one take, but sometimes there are bloopers or I have to take a break… The most important thing is to level the audio and make it sound good”.
Doing the audio is quite easy; it would probably only take an hour at most. “Are you thinking of upping the quality, perhaps adding sound effects?”.
He pauses, looking deep into the camera, “Are you familiar with these types of videos?”.
A sting of embarrassment hits you. You laugh, realising you had exposed yourself. At this point, you were very glad he couldn't see your face. “Yes”.
“Good”, he says slowly, eyes looking away. He sits up “Seems I've picked a very qualified editor”, he says in a casual upbeat tone.
“Well, I'll give you access to all of my accounts, Patreon too, so you won't have to pay…”. He seems relieved that you weren't too uncomfortable. “And er … I think that's all now”.
“Great!” I perk up. “I look forward to working with you!”.
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You've never been as excited for a day of work. Editing for your favourite YouTuber.
You weren't supposed to start working till the weekend was over, but as soon as Caleb signed you into his account, you couldn't help yourself from starting to work right away.
Now you have access to the raw footage. Something felt so intimate seeing behind the scenes. All of this unseen footage you had to cut out was for your eyes only.
The cut footage was somewhat endearing. It reminded you of his older videos when he just started.
After a few hours, the user interface on the screen started to blur together. After rubbing your eyes thoroughly, you decide it's time for a break. You know you had to step away from your PC, but something stopped you.
You're body was tired, but your brain was bouncing off the walls in excitement. Maybe you should stop with the YouTube stuff for now. Your mouse glides over the screen to his link tree.
You need to check out his Patreon at some point. It's important for the job, you tell yourself.
Your mouth turns dry.
Click
His Patreon opens up, and sure enough, all of the videos are unlocked.
Your mouse drifts over to the most recent video, “making your jealous boyfriend whimper”. The thumbnail was a sleek art of Caleb, half-naked and blushing.
This is weird, right? This is the same guy you were talking to yesterday.
For some reason, you look behind your shoulder nervously as if someone is watching, before you press play.
His voice fills your headphones.
“Baby, where were you?” Caleb's tone was tinged with annoyance.
Silence. A gap for the audience to fill.
He huffs, annoyed. “Was he there?”.
“He was!” Caleb exclaims angrily. Okay, okay, a very typical plot. The girlfriend has been hanging out with another man. There is a special allure when a man gets jealous and possessive.
“Of course I'm angry”.
“He's always flirting with you. Even when I'm right there!”. Caleb’s acting was quite good, natural, but also played into the tropes.
He sighs, and you can hear his hand running down his face.
“I trust you, baby, I do … just thinking about him and you…” His voice deepens, and he speaks with a whine.
A pause.
He gasps, appalled, “Jealous! I'm not jealous”.
“Why wouldn't I be?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”. Hmm, it seems the scene is taking its turn.
“Stop- messing with me”
He sighs. “ Ok, I admit it …I'm jealous”, he says, strained.
You hear a sharp intake of his breath, “Oh fuck”, he groans.
Your imagination fills in the gaps, and you envision your hand teasing his cock.
His breathing becomes uneven “I thought we were arguing. Why are you touching me there now?”. Caleb’s tone has completely changed. The annoyed stern tone had softened into a needy boy. You've never heard him like this before. Something has stirred deep in your stomach.
“What was that? Seeing me jealous turns you on?” He lets out a surprised moan.
“Ah…ahh”. Your mouth goes dry as you hear his beautiful sounds.
“You… want … me to … repeat after you?” He huffs out between moans. Oh, this boy knew exactly what he was doing.
“Ah fuck”, he moans so sweetly like he's never been touched.
“I'm yours,” he huffs out.
“I'm yours, I’m yours, I'm yours”, he repeats over and over again, whining and whimpering..
“I'm no one else's". Is Caleb submissive? You thought the audio wouldn't affect you if he were some dom daddy ordering you to suck his dick.
But submissive men were your weakness. Your professional attitude was wavering.
You can hear rustling and the sound of skin rubbing. Is that just sound effects, or is he a … method actor?
“My body is yours” His voice tightens into a while you can tell he is getting close. “I'm yours I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours” he rambles. His words turn into mush.
“Oh fuck!” He shouts. “I'm cumming!” his breathing turns into short bursts. He climaxed, breathing like he ran a marathon.
You bite down on your hand. The audio has finally ended. You release a breath you didn't even realise you were holding. Your thighs push together.
A hand grips the flesh of your thighs. Your whole body burned with desire.
No, you couldn't. You can't touch yourself to his voice. You were no longer Caleb's fan. He is now your boss. Touching yourself while thinking of him crossed a professional line.
All you could do is sink your nails into your flesh.