Infinite Rebate: I Get Richer Every Time I Spend

Then Lucas let his hands wander freely.

Mia lay on his left side, her soft body pressed against him. His left hand rested heavily on her round ass, fingers slowly sinking into the warm, smooth flesh and giving it a lazy squeeze every now and then. On his right, Daisy was curled up close, one of her full breasts resting against his chest. His other hand slid down her back and settled on her ass as well, holding her just as possessively.

Debbie lay half across his stomach, her head on his shoulder, one leg thrown over his thigh. Even as sleep started pulling at him, Lucas’s hands stayed busy, gently groping and stroking whichever soft body was closest.

All three girls were naked and tangled around him, their warm skin sticking slightly to his from the earlier sweat. Soft breaths brushed against his neck and chest. The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing.

Lucas kept his hands on them, fingers still slowly moving over their asses and hips, until his eyes finally closed and he drifted off, completely surrounded by them.

The next morning, Lucas was dragged out of sleep by a scream.

"LUCAS!"

His eyes snapped open.

For half a second, he had no idea where he was.

Then Mia screamed again.

"What the hell is happening?!"

Lucas shot upright so fast the sheets nearly ended up on the floor.

His heart kicked hard against his chest.

’What’s going on?’

He looked around the room, instantly alert.

There was no sound of breaking glass. No alarm. No shouting from outside.

Just Mia.

She was pacing around the room in a complete panic, repeating the same words over and over.

"What is happening? What is happening? What is happening?"

Lucas stared at her.

"Mia?"

She didn’t answer.

"Mia, what’s wrong?"

She stopped.

Opened her mouth.

Nothing came out.

She tried again.

Still nothing.

Lucas frowned.

Behind him, Daisy and Debbie were waking up as well, both looking around with the same confused expressions.

Daisy rubbed her eyes.

"What happened?"

Debbie pushed herself upright.

"Why is everyone yelling?"

Mia finally turned toward them.

Her face looked like she’d just seen something impossible.

She grabbed her phone with both hands, stared at the screen for another few seconds, then thrust it toward Lucas.

"Watch this."

Her voice finally came out, but it was shaky.

"I don’t want to believe this."

Lucas took the phone.

"What am I looking at?"

"It’s a livestream."

He pressed play.

The video opened on a streamer sitting in front of a camera, talking rapidly to her audience while comments flew across the screen.

At first, Lucas didn’t understand what was so shocking.

Then he heard the voice.

Daisy froze.

"Wait."

She stepped closer.

"That voice..."

Lucas looked at her.

"What?"

"I know that voice."

Daisy moved beside him, rising slightly onto her toes to get a better look at the screen. Lucas was a little taller than her, so she leaned forward until she could clearly see the video.

Then her expression changed.

"No way."

Debbie came over as well.

"Who is it?"

Daisy pointed at the screen.

"That’s Gracie Bonn."

Lucas raised an eyebrow.

"Who?"

All three girls looked at him.

"You don’t know Gracie Bonn?"

Lucas shook his head.

"No."

Daisy stared at him for another second before looking back at the phone.

The woman on the screen was already trending across multiple platforms.

Gracie Bonn wasn’t just another streamer with a decent following.

She was a celebrity.

A social-media model and livestream personality with an enormous international audience. Her clips regularly spread far beyond the platforms where they were originally posted, and anything she said could become a topic of conversation within hours.

She had built her entire reputation on her body. Those big, heavy tits that stretched every tight top to its limit, bouncing and nearly spilling out whenever she moved. And that fat, juicy ass ~ thick, round, and impossible to ignore ~ that she constantly put on display, shaking it, bending over, and letting it jiggle in every video. That was what she used. That was what pulled idiots in from all over the world and kept them staring like braindead fans.

But her biggest advantage wasn’t even her popularity.

It was the audience behind her.

Millions of followers watched everything she did.

They defended her.

They bought whatever she promoted.

And when she told her audience to support something, they moved almost instantly.

Her fanbase was so devoted that people online joked that if Gracie told them to jump, half of them would ask how high before they even thought about it. Most of them weren’t listening to a single word she said. They were too busy zooming in on her fat tits and that thick, soft ass she never stopped showing off.

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Lucas watched the clip again.

The volume went up.

The room fell completely quiet.

Nobody spoke.

All attention settled on the phone in Lucas’s hand as Gracie’s voice filled the room.

"Don’t waste your time on Switch."

Her tone was calm, but there was nothing friendly about it.

"Seriously. If you’re still watching streams on that platform, you’re wasting your time."

The chat on the screen exploded.

Comments rushed upward so quickly they were almost impossible to read.

Gracie barely looked at them.

"That platform is a trap. It’s a setup. They make you think you’re building something, but most of you don’t realize what you’re actually getting yourself into."

She leaned closer to the camera.

"And don’t give me that excuse about the streamers doing it because they love what they do."

A short laugh escaped her.

"Please."

She shook her head.

"They’re not doing this because streaming is their passion. They’re doing it because they want your money."

The chat moved even faster.

"They sit there smiling at you, acting like they care about their community, but the second you stop spending, suddenly you’re not important anymore."

Her voice sharpened.

"That’s not a streamer. That’s somebody running a business with a camera pointed at their face."

She paused for a moment.

Then smiled.

"And if that’s the kind of person you’re supporting, cut them off."

The room remained silent.

Gracie continued.

"Stop giving these people your money. Stop boosting their numbers. Stop pretending they’re worth your time."

She glanced toward the comment section.

"I’ve seen enough of these Switch streamers already. Same thing every time. Fake smiles. Fake friendships. Fake excitement."

She rolled her eyes.

"Then they start begging for gifts the second their numbers drop."

A few comments appeared asking her to name names.

Gracie laughed.

"Oh, you want names?"

She leaned back in her chair.

"I don’t need to name anybody. If you’re on Switch, you already know exactly who I’m talking about."

The chat erupted again.

Some viewers were agreeing with her.

Others were asking her to start streaming somewhere else.

A few were already saying they were deleting Switch.

Gracie didn’t seem surprised.

That was the strange thing about her.

She didn’t need to stream every day to control a crowd.

She could disappear for days, sometimes longer, without saying a word.

Then the moment she went live, everything changed.

Viewers abandoned other streams.

Creators watched their numbers fall.

Entire conversations across social media shifted toward whatever Gracie was talking about.

She didn’t need to chase attention.

Attention came looking for her.

And her followers were fiercely loyal.

If she praised something, they supported it.

If she promoted something, they bought it.

If she told them to leave something alone, thousands would follow without hesitation.

Now she was pointing that influence directly at Switch.

"I wouldn’t trust that platform with a dollar," Gracie said.

"I wouldn’t tell my friends to use it either."

She smiled at the camera.

"Do whatever you want. I’m just telling you what I think."

The stream continued for another few seconds before the clip finally ended.

Silence returned to the room.

Lucas stared at the frozen screen.

Then he slowly lowered the phone.

He handed it back to Mia without saying anything.

His peaceful morning was gone.

Yesterday had been the basketball game.

Last night had been the intense time with the three of them.

And now, before he’d even had breakfast, he was dealing with a celebrity streamer publicly tearing apart the platform he’d just started using.

Lucas dragged a hand down his face and exhaled.

’Of course.’

He looked toward the window.

Bright early morning sunlight spilled across the room, warm and peaceful, almost mocking the irritation building inside him.

He had wanted one quiet morning.

Apparently, that was too much to ask.

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