"Tomorrow night," I typed, still reeling from his quick acceptance. "And just so we're clear, this is tasteful artistic nudity with telekinesis, not full-on pornography."
"Whatever you want to call it," WatchingU replied. "Just make sure those pretty blue eyes of yours are glowing when you come."
I felt my cheeks burn hot. The straightforwardness was jarring, but the money... five thousand dollars for one video. That was more than I made from two months of novel writing.
"Fine," I replied. "But it's $7,500 if you want me to actually..." I couldn't bring myself to type it out. "You know."
Three dots appeared as he typed his response. I held my breath.
"$10,000. And I want you to say my name when it happens. Call me Michael."
My jaw dropped. Ten thousand dollars? For masturbating on camera? While using telekinesis? I could pay my rent for a year with that kind of money.
"Deal," I typed before I could second-guess myself. "Payment upfront, half now, half when I deliver."
My phone buzzed with a news alert: "Government Establishes 'Player Registry' - All Individuals With Abilities Required to Register Within 30 Days."
"Player Registry?" I muttered, opening the article.
According to the hastily established Bureau of Paranormal Affairs, anyone who had manifested abilities, officially termed "players" due to the game-like systems many reported, needed to register their powers, class, and current level.
The article mentioned the formation of "dungeon clearance teams" and "attribute enhancement opportunities" for registered players.
I scrolled through the comments section:
"Just cleared my first dungeon with my buddies! Those monsters are NO JOKE!" "Anyone else notice their system shows 'XP' after killing monsters? I leveled up after that spider boss!" "Selling skill book - $500,000 OBO. Instant player status guaranteed!"
Skill books? What in the hell's going on around here these days? This can't be real.
I opened a search engine and typed: "What is a player system apocalypse?"
The results flooded my screen.
Videos showing people fighting grotesque creatures in what looked like stone corridors, testimonials from "awakened players," tutorials on how to access status screens, and analyses of different classes and abilities.
One video caught my eye: "Understanding Player Classes - Rarity and Potential Explained."
I clicked play, watching as a professorial-looking man with glowing yellow eyes explained:
"Classes come in different rarity tiers: Common, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, and Legendary. Your class determines your growth potential and skill tree. For example, my Arcane Scholar class is Uncommon, giving me access to various magical knowledge skills but limited combat abilities."
He continued, "The rarer your class, the more unique and powerful your potential abilities, but also the harder it may be to level up without the right resources."
Rare. My Telekinetic Scribe class was Rare. That meant something good, right?
I spent the next several hours falling down the rabbit hole of player information. Apparently, dungeons had appeared worldwide, massive stone structures with glowing green entrance stones that transported people inside. Teams of players were clearing these dungeons, fighting monsters for experience points, attribute stones, and skill books.
Skill books seemed particularly valuable, though. Using one instantly granted player status and a random class. With only a small percentage of the population spontaneously "awakening" like I had, these books were selling for small fortunes.
By the time my research binge ended, it was nearly 3 AM. My phone pinged with a banking notification - $2,500 had been deposited into my account. WatchingU had come through with the advance payment.
"Shit," I whispered, suddenly remembering my commitment. I needed to prepare for tomorrow's... performance.
I closed my eyes, accessing my status screen again to check my condition:
[Mana: 98/100] [Mind Fatigue: 3%]
At least I'd recovered while researching. I'd need all my energy for what I had planned.
The next evening, I stood in my bedroom, eyeing the camera setup with trepidation. I'd spent all day practicing more precise telekinetic control, pushing my abilities to see what my newly leveled skill could do. The results were pretty promising, as I could now manipulate multiple objects simultaneously with greater precision.
Perfect for what I had in mind.
I'd also splurged on some new "props" with part of WatchingU's advance payment: silk ribbons in various colors, a remote-controlled vibrator (which I planned to operate telekinetically), and a bottle of massage oil.
"You can do this, Zo," I whispered to myself, adjusting the lacy red teddy I'd chosen for the occasion. "It's just a performance. Like writing a scene, but not."
I checked my status one last time:
[Mana: 100/100] [Mind Fatigue: 0%]
Fully recovered and ready to go. I hit record on the camera and stepped into frame, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Hi there, WatchingU," I said, my voice huskier than normal. "As requested, I'm going to show you what happens when my powers and... other sensations... mix."
I let my telekinesis activate, my eyes glowing that pretty blue. The ribbons rose from beside me, dancing through the air like colorful serpents. Two of them wrapped gently around my wrists, pulling my arms above my head while the others caressed my skin, sliding across my collarbone and down my arms.
"I've been practicing," I murmured to the camera. "See how much control I have now?"
The vibrator floated into view, hovering before me as I spread my legs slightly. I guided it telekinetically, letting it trace patterns on my inner thighs. My breath hitched as it moved higher.
The vibrator slipped beneath the lace edge of my teddy, making contact with my already-slick folds. I grunted, nearly losing my concentration.
"Oh god," I whispered, my eyes fluttering as I struggled to maintain control. "This is more intense than I expected."
The ribbons tightened around my wrists, not painfully but firmly enough to remind me they were there. I felt my telekinetic grip on them wavering as the vibrator began to pulse against my clit, the sensation sending electric currents through my entire body.
"Michael," I breathed, remembering our agreement. "I'm doing this for you, Michael."
The vibrator moved in slow, teasing circles, each rotation sending waves of pleasure radiating outward. I could feel every ridge, every subtle vibration pattern as if my telekinetic connection had enhanced my sensitivity. My back arched involuntarily, and I had to focus harder to keep everything floating.
The massage oil bottle rose next, uncapping itself and tilting to drizzle a thin stream across my chest. The cool liquid made me shiver, tiny droplets sliding between my breasts and down my stomach. I used my telekinesis to spread it across my skin, creating a glistening sheen that caught the soft lighting.
"Fuck," I moaned, my concentration slipping further as the vibrator increased its intensity. The ribbons began to undulate against my skin, some sliding beneath the straps of my teddy to push the fabric aside, exposing my breasts to the camera.
My nipples hardened instantly in the cool air, and I directed one ribbon to circle each peak, the silk material creating a delicious friction that made me whimper. The sensation of controlling all these objects while experiencing such intense pleasure was overwhelming.
"I've never-ah!-done this before," I admitted to the camera, my voice breathy and uneven. "Using my powers like this... while feeling... oh good!"
The vibrator pushed deeper, finding its way inside me while still maintaining contact with my clit. The dual stimulation made my thighs tremble, and I felt a drop in my mana reserves as my concentration fractured.
[Mana: 82/100] [Mind Fatigue: 17%]
The status window flashed briefly in my peripheral vision, but I was too far gone to care. The ribbons were moving more erratically now, mirroring my diminishing control. One wrapped around my throat, not tightly, but just enough to add another layer of sensation.
"Michael," I moaned louder, my hips beginning to rock against the floating vibrator. "Is this what you wanted to see?"
My hair began to lift around my face, floating wildly as my telekinesis leaked out, affecting things I wasn't consciously trying to move. The sheets beneath me rippled, small objects on my nightstand trembled, and even the camera shook slightly on its tripod.
"I'm getting close," I gasped, feeling the pressure building inside me. The vibrator responded to my subconscious, changing its angle to hit exactly the right spot. "Oh fuck, I'm so close!"
The ribbons suddenly pulled tighter, the ones around my wrists yanking my arms higher, the one at my throat applying just enough pressure to make my head swim. I hadn't consciously commanded this, and it seemed like my powers were responding directly to my arousal now.
[Mana: 64/100] [Mind Fatigue: 35%]
My eyes burned brighter, the blue glow now illuminating the entire room. I could see it reflected in the mirror across from me, making me look otherworldly, powerful, and desperate all at once. My telekinesis was feeding off my pleasure, growing stronger even as my control weakened.
"Michael, I'm going to come," I warned, my voice barely recognizable. "I can't hold back anymore!"
The vibrator's movements became frantic, matching the rhythm of my bucking hips. The oil on my skin seemed to heat up, creating a tingling sensation that spread across my body. The ribbons constricted and released in pulsating waves.
When the orgasm hit, it was like nothing I'd experienced before. My back arched off the bed, my thighs clamping around the still-floating vibrator. I screamed Michael's name as promised, the sound tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure crashed through me.
At the peak of my climax, something unexpected happened. A pulse of telekinetic energy exploded outward from my body, sending the ribbons flying across the room, knocking over the lamp, and causing the camera to topple backward. The vibrator shot away like a bullet, embedding itself in the drywall with a thunk.
"Holy fuck!" I gasped, collapsing back onto the bed as the blue glow slowly faded from my eyes. I lay there panting, my limbs heavy and trembling, trying to process what had just happened.
After a few moments, I managed to crawl to the edge of the bed and peer at the camera. It had fallen but was still recording, now pointing at an awkward angle that captured half the bed and the ceiling. I could see the vibrator still stuck in the wall behind me.
"So," I said between heavy breaths, "that's what happens when I come while using telekinesis." I gave a weak laugh. "I hope you got your money's worth, Michael, because I'm pretty sure I just destroyed my apartment."
I reached out with my telekinesis to right the camera, but nothing happened. I tried again, concentrating harder, but my powers seemed completely drained.
I checked my status:
[Mana: 3/100] [Mind Fatigue: 92%]
"Well, shit," I muttered, crawling over to manually stop the recording. I'd have to edit out that last part before sending it to WatchingU-Michael-whoever he was.
As I collapsed back onto the bed, my phone buzzed with a notification. Another news alert:
"BREAKING: First D-rank dungeon appears in the downtown area. F-rank dungeons spreading nationwide."
I groaned, pulling a pillow over my face. The world was going crazy, and here I was, making telekinetic porn and blowing out my powers in the process. My life had taken a turn I never could have even come up with.
But the alert reminded me of something important. I needed to register as a player soon, and perhaps I should consider entering a dungeon. If I could level up my abilities, who knew what I might be able to do? And if I could get my hands on one of those tasty skill books… Oh, I'd be set for life!
I reached for my phone, wincing at the soreness between my thighs, and opened my banking app. The other half of Michael's payment had already been deposited. Ten thousand dollars, just as promised.
"Alright," I whispered to myself, "time to take this player thing seriously."
More money could never hurt.
First step: buy some proper clothes for dungeon…ing? What do you call that exactly? Anyway, the second step is to find someone who knows what they're doing to go with me.