It wasn't intentional, when Patrick stumbled across your stream. He'd watched enough content to learn he liked something a bit more, personal. So, when an AD for streaming site popped up, who is he to resist? He thought he'd mindlessly watch the first girl he stumbled upon that he liked. What he couldn't have anticipated was the first girl being you. After some time alone watching you, he was quickly texting Art.

Dude come over right now

I found something you need to see immediately

Art was dumfounded, as the two boys sit on Patrick's bed, laptop rested between them. Your pretty sounds echoing the room, the lace set that barely covered anything on full display as the cash tips and requests kept flying in. "That can't be her," Art whispers, eyes not moving from the screen. "Dude, it's her!" Patrick states, and sure enough, within seconds, your face is in frame. Mouth parted, eyes rolled back as the pretty little lace is slowly pulled down your body. "We should turn this off..." Art mutters, with no attempt to move. "No way in hell." Patrick mutters, his shorts growing tight once again.

The boys learn your streaming schedule pretty quickly, and what started as just watching quickly turns into a lot more than that for both boys. Crammed together on one of their twin sized dorm beds, swearing it's just because they're watching you. Not that they couldn't just do that separately, but hey, where's the fun in that? Patrick's (parents) money is quickly spent, and Art is so grateful for the summer job he took before college as they repeatedly send tips. 'use the pink one, princess'. They'd become your biggest spenders, and you had no clue it was them. The two boys you spent nearly every weekend with. The two boys that quickly became your best friends when you started at Stanford.

"We should tell her we know, right?" Art mutters, as his hand reaches down his body for the second time tonight. "Yeah, yeah. Soon." Patrick mumbles, as he sends another $50 tip your way.