Chapter 1 - Faith

 Chapter 1

Faith

 

In the first days of July, Houston is known as the devil's armpit. The air is so sweltering that the pavement beneath your feet feels like a hot stove. For most people, it's too unbearable to even consider going for a run. But not for Faith. It was her daily routine, regardless of the intense heat. She wasn't an extremely dedicated runner, but she valued her body and strived to maintain its lean curves and peak physical condition.

Each morning, she would rise from bed, put on her running gear, and hit the pavement. The sun would be at her back, giving her a warm embrace and tanning her skin. This heat was intense, but not as intense as it had been in Venezuela. While she was born and raised here in Texas, she had spent every summer of the last 13 years visiting her extended family there. Her mother, who held dual citizenship, made sure to take them there for a summer getaway every year.

During her time there, she learned a lot, but most importantly, it toughened her skin against this type of heat. In some ways, she preferred the drier climate. Whenever she visited her family in the rainforest, the humidity was almost suffocating. The day before her big charity stream, she needed to focus on preparing herself as best as possible. She planned to push the boundaries and try to raise as much money as she could. Switch's guidelines were not very specific, so she hoped she could bend them without risking her account being banned.

 

Her thighs, thick and strong, jiggled with each step as she ran. The impact against the ground sent her big butt bouncing, while her generous chest struggled against the tight sports bra trying to contain it. But she paid no attention to any of it; there was no one around to see her anyways. It was too hot and early for anyone else to be out on the streets. And even if there were people, she wouldn't have cared. She was an extroverted exhibitionist at heart, unashamed of her body or her movements. With American music blasting in her ears, she stuck to familiar paths close to home for safety's sake.

Faith’s skin glistened with sweat under the hot sun, her hair sticking to her forehead in damp strands. As she jogged, her breathing was steady and controlled, her eyes focused on the road ahead of her. In the distance, her home awaited with promises of cool water and a refreshing shower. She jogged with purpose, seemingly in a trance-like state, her body moving smoothly and effortlessly as if she were in a game. But this was just a warm up for her, not a challenge day like some of her other workouts. She liked to push herself and set achievements to reach, rewarding herself with small indulgences if she met them. But today was not one of those days - it was simply a warm up for something bigger to come. 

 

Before she reached her address, she paused to check on her trusty motorcycle. With a gentle hand, she ran her fingers along the sleek black metal, ensuring that there were no scratches or dents from her recent ride. Satisfied that everything was in order, she retrieved her keys from her small fanny pack and unlocked the security door of her apartment building. The cool blast of air conditioning hit her like a wave as she stepped inside, providing instant relief from the scorching heat outside. She breathed in deeply, savoring the refreshing coolness before continuing on her way. Despite the relief, she knew that if she stayed in this area for too long without taking a shower, she would start shivering from the sudden change in temperature. But for now, it was a welcome respite from the unforgiving summer sun.

 

With practiced ease, she retrieved her mailbox key and slipped it into the lock. The metal hinges squeaked as she pulled open the box and eagerly grabbed her mail. As she ascended the stairs to her apartment, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. With a fluid motion, she slid the familiar key into the lock and turned it. The door creaked open and welcomed her inside. She kicked off her shoes and took in the familiar sight of her cozy living space. Suddenly, she was surprised by her roommate's appearance - clad in nothing but a see through bathrobe, their long hair still damp from a recent shower.

 

Faith stands there for a moment, unable to tear her gaze away from the hot body of her roommate. She isn't as chiseled and toned as Faith, but she possesses all the right curves in all the right places. And being transgender, she exudes a unique kind of sensuality that sends a shiver down Faith's spine. She couldn't help but admire the way her muscles flexed under her skin and the subtle hint of heat between her thighs. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Faith tosses the mail to Violet before making her way towards the shower. "Check if there's anything for you in there, sweetie," she says playfully, "I need to wash off this sweat before I catch a chill." With a spring in her step, she heads towards the spacious shower, eager to feel the warm water cascading over her skin.

 

The main reason she had chosen this apartment over all the others was the luxurious shower, large enough to fit three people. The thought of showering with her partner or partners always appealed to her. As she hopped down the hallway, pulling off her socks and tossing them aside, she couldn't help but feel anticipation building inside her. Stripping out of her jogging shorts and flinging her bra across the hall, she stepped into the bathroom completely naked. Her skin still glistened with sweat from her recent run, emphasizing the curves of her perky breasts.

 

 

Her fingers claw at her hair, yanking it out of its tight bun until her blonde locks tumble down in disarray, framing her muscular yet feminine shoulders. With a sharp push, she opens the shower door and steps inside, the smooth glass sliding effortlessly as if welcoming her in. She cranks the handle, unleashing scorching hot jets of water that pelt and sting her skin mercilessly. As she closes the door behind her, she is enveloped in a thick cloud of steam and musk, the heat almost suffocating. But she relishes in it, knowing that it's just on the brink of being too much.

 

Bearing the intense heat of the water was crucial for her as it loosened her muscles from their rigid state after her workout. She stood under the spray, relishing in the sensation of the rivers running down her curves and canyons. Then, she began her cleansing ritual. It was a meticulous process that required careful attention. As a performer, she knew the importance of being perfectly groomed for streaming, shoots, and live events. There was no room for laziness when it came to this aspect of her job. The shower was filled with an array of tools, resembling a torturer's gallery. With a deep breath, she began with her hair and seamlessly transitioned into her routine.

 

After a refreshing forty-five minutes under the warm stream of the shower, she emerged, her damp hair wrapped snugly in a fluffy towel. With a bathrobe loosely draped over her body, she sauntered out of the bathroom, nonchalantly kicking her scattered laundry to the side where it would be dealt with later. Her robe, left untied, revealed glimpses of her curves as she made her way through the room. Now, it was time to check the mail, catch up with her roommate, and satisfy her growling stomach with some much-needed food. The soft fabric of the robe swirled around her as she moved, leaving a trail of warmth and comfort in her wake.

 

As she made her way into the living room, Faith caught a glimpse of Violet sitting on the couch, her brows furrowed in concentration as she read a letter. The rest of the stack on the coffee table was neatly organized and addressed to Faith. She couldn't help but watch Violet's face as she read, knowing that sometimes these letters brought bad news for her roomie and lover. Faith remembered the hard life Violet had led before they met, and how they had both worked to change their stars once they found each other. It had been almost five years since they fell in love, and though they practiced a form of non-monogamy, their deep respect for one another never wavered.

 

Violet's face was an open book when she read. Every emotion, every thought was clearly displayed across her features. Her eyes scanned each word carefully, as if committing them to memory.

She must have read the letter multiple times by now, judging by how long she had been sitting there. But finally, she smiled and the tension that had been building in her body seemed to dissipate. With a small sigh, she set the letter down and stood up.

“It's a letter from my oldest,” Violet said, crossing the room to where her partner Faith was lounging against the counter. “She wants to come visit soon.”

Violet's oldest daughter had been struggling with her relationship with her other mother. The words in the letter were full of angst and sadness over how she was being treated.

“She's tired of being with someone who doesn't truly care about her,” Violet explained. “She wants to experience what it's like to be surrounded by people who love and support her for who she is.”

Faith reached out and took Violet's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Violet nodded in silent agreement before turning to look at Faith with a teasing glint in her eye. The would help Violets Daughter come visit, no words were needed.

“Well, now that we're done talking about that..”

She leaned in closer, wrapping an arm around Faith's waist as their bodies pressed against one another. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, fueled by years of love and trust between them.

As their lips molded together in a passionate kiss, time seemed to stand still for a few glorious moments. They held onto each other tightly, feeling the warmth of each other's breath mingling. Finally, they broke apart, gasping for air and trying to catch their breaths. The world around them seemed to blur as they gazed into each other's eyes, still lost in the moment of pure bliss. Violet looked into Faith's stunning eyes without breaking eye contact at all. So much heat and love danced in them. It warmed her heart knowing that Faith loved her for who she was.

“Would it be okay with you if she came and stayed with us for a bit?” she asked softly, hoping not to get rejected.

Faith chuckled and noticed the timidness in her tall girlfriends body posture.

"Of course," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of resentment. "She's still our family, regardless of who her biological mother is." She stepped back from their embrace and reached for the pile of mail on the table. Sorting through it quickly, she pulled out two items that caught her eye. Most of the stack was filled with mundane things like bills and checks, but these two were different. The first was an invitation to join the Switch league of content creators - a highly coveted group known for being on the cutting edge of streaming. She had been eagerly awaiting this invitation for what felt like forever. It meant special programs and early access to new features - a dream come true for any influencer looking to reach the next level.

The second item was a bit more mysterious. There was no return address, just a handwritten mailing address in elegant script. Curiosity piqued, she carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside. It seemed to be some sort of invitation or announcement, but there were no details other than the date and time. Who could have sent it? And why all the secrecy? She couldn't wait to find out.

With cautious fingers, Faith opened the envelope, wary of what could be inside. The last thing she needed was another piece of bad news. But as she pulled out the parchment from within, her curiosity overtook her apprehension. Who still sent things written on old-fashioned parchment these days? The paper was aged and worn, giving it a sense of importance and mystery.

Her eyes scanned the elegant handwriting, taking in the words that seemed to hold a deeper meaning. "When given a chance of a lifetime, do not hesitate to seize it. Your future has so much instore. Heed my advice and the best is yet to come." A heart-shaped symbol marked the end of the message, adding an element of whimsy to the serious tone.

A smile tugged at the corners of Faith's lips as she pondered the message. It was sound advice, but who could have sent it to her? She showed it to her friend Violet, who let out a nervous chuckle upon reading it. "Seems a little creepy, but also well-meaning," Violet remarked. "Let's keep it aside for now and look into it further later." The mysterious sender would have to wait for their identity to be revealed.

 

Faith exhaled the breath she had been holding as she carefully folded the letter back up and placed it back in its envelope. Returning to her desk, she set it down next to her computer with a sense of unease lingering within her. She shook her head, trying to dispel the strange feeling that the letter had left behind. Before heading into the kitchen, she leaned down to give Violet a loving kiss.

 

With a graceful flourish, she retrieved her trusty frying pan from the cupboard and set it on the stove. The metal sizzled as she turned on the heat, preparing for her morning meal of sausage and eggs. The rich aroma of the cooking meats filled the small kitchen, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee that she had eagerly poured into her favorite mug - a gift from her best friend Violet. She took a sip, relishing the bold flavor of Dead to Rights coffee that they both loved.

As she waited for her food to cook, Faith couldn't help but let her mind wander to thoughts of her upcoming livestream and all the tasks she needed to complete beforehand. But her train of thought quickly derailed when she caught sight of Violet moving around their cozy apartment. A warm feeling spread through her chest, grateful for this girl who always brought joy and love into her life.

Before long, she pulled her perfectly cooked breakfast out of the pan and devoured it hungrily. As she ate, she watched Violet with fondness, admiring every movement and detail. Finishing off with a satisfying sip of coffee, Faith's husky voice broke the comfortable silence.

"Will you need some time for filming before my stream later?" she asked Violet, already planning out their day together in her head.

 

Violet carefully adjusted her robe it falling to the side, revealing her glorious, semi-erect cock. Faith couldn't help but lick her lips hungrily at the sight. Violet smiled knowingly before answering.

"Yes, I actually have to leave in a few minutes for the studio where they want to shoot. It's for one of the bigger companies, possibly Bussties or something like that. They're working on a whole series featuring chicks with dicks and one of their producers contacted me. It's definitely a lucrative paycheck, and it will be my second time working with a major company, so the exposure is fantastic."

Faith nodded eagerly, already imagining all the naughty things she wanted to do with Violet. But if she was shooting soon, they would have to wait for their intimate desires to be fulfilled.

 

"You're right!" Faith said absentmindedly, her eyes fixed on Violet as she nodded and walked into the hallway towards her room.

With a sense of purpose, Faith quickly cleaned up after meal. She needed to get dressed for the rest of the day and pick out her costume for tonight's stream. It had to be something fun and eye-catching, but not quite as impressive as the one she had planned for the big stream.

Whisking herself off to her room, Faith eagerly rummaged through her closet. After much deliberation, she settled on her Jessica Killer Squad costume. Drawing it out from the depths of her closet, she laid it carefully on her bed. The ensemble was expertly crafted and tailored to fit her body perfectly. Though she hadn't worn it in some time, she remembered how confident and powerful it made her feel when she last donned it at a few gaming conventions to promote Monster Collector NOW.

 

As sun filtered in through the windows, Faith began her routine of preparing her skin. Before donning her costume for the day's festivities, she needed to pamper her body with lotions and oils.

With delicate precision, she massaged the mint-scented rejuvenating lotion onto her ample breasts, reveling in the way they jiggled and danced under her touch. Moving on to her tummy, she felt the defined ridges of her abs. Her agile fingers worked their way around each ab, expertly applying the lotion and oil.

Taking a moment to warm up the lotion between her hands, Faith imagined it was Violet's special lotion. A mischievous grin played on her lips as she indulged in lewd thoughts and fantasies, something she often did when no one was looking. As she worked the imaginary "cum" into her legs and rubbed the thick muscles with care, she whispered words of pleasure to herself, lost in her own world of sensuality.

 

"Oh Violet!" Faith exclaimed, her voice breathless as she ran her hands up and down her body. With each touch, her fingers lingered on her curves and traced the contours of her skin. "Do you like this?" She asked, looking down at her voluptuous breasts with admiration.

But Violet wasn't there to answer. So Faith continued on, lost in her own fantasies and desires. Her hands roamed freely over her body, pausing to tease and tweak her sensitive nipples before returning to work the lotion into her skin. Soft moans escaped her lips as she did so, relishing in the sensation of the creamy substance sliding over her flesh.

She could feel herself becoming more and more aroused with each passing moment. But she knew she had a routine to follow, so she resisted the urge to add more lotion and instead focused on rubbing in every last drop that remained on her hands.

Her body now completely moisturized, she took a deep breath and tried to reign in her desire. She wanted nothing more than to keep playing with herself, but she knew it would lead to hours of uncontrolled pleasure that she didn't have time for. As much as she hated to admit it, there was work to be done.

"Goddess Dammit!" Faith cursed loudly, scolding herself for allowing her desires to take over once again. Taking another deep breath, she forced herself back to reality and away from the tempting thoughts swirling in her mind.

 

A warm sensation radiated from her loins, a reminder of the pleasure. She knew she would need to tend to it later, but right now she needed to get dressed. Her ample Double D breasts strained against the halter top, creating a tantalizing hint of cleavage. The skirt hugged her thick hips, making it appear shorter than it actually was. She decided on a bold red lipstick that would complement her lips perfectly and highlight her hard work on her skin.

She let out an exasperated sigh as she struggled into the outfit, knowing that wearing a bra with this top would ruin the look. She made sure to move carefully so as not to slip out of the revealing garment; pasties were not her style. With a few quick adjustments, she was able to get the short halter top to cover just enough of her breasts while still leaving them on display. The skirt fit like a glove and showed off her toned legs, and she had it custom-made for this specific occasion.

Lastly, she slipped on her thigh-high black boots with over six-inch heels. She loved this costume and felt confident playing the role of Jessica, despite her blonde hair. As she examined herself in the mirror and applied the bright red lipstick, she couldn't help but admire how stunning she looked. The bold color accentuated and plumped her already full lips, which pleased her audience even more.

 

As Faith busied herself getting dressed, Violet remained in her room, taking her time to carefully select each piece of her outfit. She knew exactly how she wanted to present herself tonight – alluring enough to turn heads on the streets, yet nondescript enough to blend in once they arrived at her destination. Every movement and choice was calculated and purposeful, drawing out the process with a seductive tension that seemed to radiate from her body.

She slid into a pair of fishnet stockings that ran the entire length of her long, toned legs. The cute half boots she chose gave her already tall frame an even greater height. Her choice of a red thong left little to the imagination as it barely contained her well-endowed feminine member. And the tight skirt she wore left just a hint of a bulge visible. As for the top that struggled to contain her large breasts, well...she was used to making heads turn.

With one final glance in the mirror, Violet knew she was ready for whatever the night had in store for her. Confident and alluring, she couldn't wait to make an entrance and turn heads with her stunning appearance.

 

Violet grabbed her back pack, which she would have to wear when she rode her bike to the shoot. She made sure there was a change of clothes, toys, her gun and a few other important things. Once she was done she sat on the edge of the bed and talked to her reflection. 

 

“You are a beautiful and powerful woman. You can do this. Don’t let a single person slow you down. Just because you are trans, doesn’t make you less.”

 

With a final, deep inhale, she stood up and made her way out of the room. The living room was quiet, save for the faint hum of Faith's computer turning on. As she approached, Violet couldn't resist running her fingers lightly over Faith's back before playfully slapping her lover's butt. The sharp sound rang out in the room, causing Faith to straighten up with surprise. She turned to face Violet, her lips forming a pout that only made her more endearing. In that moment, the difference in height between them was prominent - Faith had always been shorter, but it was even more apparent when Violet wore heels. But they found a way to make it work, their lips meeting in a tender kiss as Faith stretched up on her toes to reach Violet's lips.

 

Faith smiled, grateful that her deep red lipstick was a long-lasting stain. She knew Violet also preferred the smear-proof kind as well. Unless the scene that was being filming called for it. Excitement bubbled in her chest as she went up on her toes, wrapping her arms around the thick, strong neck of her partner. She pulled herself a little higher and pressed a firm, passionate kiss onto Violet's lips.

They stood like that for a few moments, their bodies entwined and hearts beating fast before finally breaking apart. Faith turned back around and reached for the switches on the side of her desk. With a flick, lights illuminated the living room, casting every corner in a warm glow. Each light was aimed perfectly at her designated workspace, ensuring that no matter how she moved or turned, she would always be well-lit for their performance.

 

With Violet's assistance, it had taken months of trial and error to perfect the setup for optimum viewing quality during her streams. Although she mainly streamed video games, she didn't let that stop her from playing physically demanding games that required standing, jumping, twisting, and other active movements. One of the top streamers on the platform was known for doing these types of activities constantly. Faith aspired to reach the same level of popularity, but she knew it wouldn't happen overnight.

 

With a few more clicks and final adjustments Faith was ready to go. She stood there looking at Violet with a warm smile. 

 

“Everything’s ready to go right?” Faith asked Violet. 

 

Violet Nodded and returned the smile with a little bit of extra warmth behind it. 

 

"You look amazing, Sugar! They won't even know what hit them tonight. So don’t be nervous, okay?”

Faith flushed with pride and twirled in her tight fitting costume.

“Thanks baby.” She said gratefully.

Violet waved it off.

“Anything for my partner. You’ll definitely make an impression on all those simps that come into your streams.”

Faith’s stomach fluttered nervously.

“I know. I just hope don’t mess anything up, before the big event later.”

“Don’t worry! This isn’t your first stream. You will knock them dead, and empty there pocket books.” Violet Reassured her.

Faith took a long deep breath, calming her nerves.

“Thanks, Vi. I couldn’t do this without you.”

 

Faith smiled and settled into her streamer chair, feeling powerful and confident in her outfit. With everything set up for a successful stream, she was ready to go. Violet stood behind her with a proud smile, hoping it would bring success to tonight's stream.

 

With a final nod, Violet's long locks swirled behind her as she gracefully stepped out of frame and headed towards the front door. As she reached for her backpack, keys, and helmet, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach. Tonight was the night she would star in an erotic film, a role she had been eagerly anticipating. She waved goodbye one last time before heading out into the night.

Meanwhile, Faith felt a sense of calm wash over her as Violet departed. Her worries and anxieties were replaced with a renewed sense of purpose and determination, thanks to Violet's words of love and encouragement before leaving. A newfound zeal coursed through her veins as she went live on her stream. She felt alive and invigorated.

"Good evening everyone, and welcome to Faith's Fun House! Tonight, we will once again attempt to survive the zombie apocalypse in Eleven Ways to DIE!" With a click of her mouse, the game launched and chat began to flood in. The anticipation and excitement in the air were palpable, promising a thrilling and entertaining night ahead.