One Piece Fan Fiction ❯ Get Out of My Video And Into My Life ❯ Nami the Chathostess ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Get Out of My Video And Into My Life
Part 1: Nami the Chathostess
 
A One Piece AU Fic by Robster80
 
Disclaimer: One Piece and all of the characters taken from that series used in this fic are rightfully owned by Eichiro Oda, NOT by me. I write fanfiction for fun, not for profit. Also, this is going to be a Lemon/Hentai fic, meaning a X or NC-17 rating. If you're under 17, or dislike these kinds of stories, turn back right now and forget you saw this story!
 
Note: I am NOT going by the Viz or 4Kids translations on certain names, most notably the character Roronoa Zoro. Not “Zolo,” Zo-ro!
 
 
 
“Website uploading,” Nami muttered to herself as her fingers danced along the keyboard of her computer, “logging in… Grrr… retyping password correctly…”
 
She'd been inputting her passwords incorrectly a lot lately; typing so fast that she'd either miss a key or use the wrong one. It annoyed her. Still, she couldn't help but be somewhat excited. After all, HE would be online tonight for her. Or so she hoped.
 
“Yes! I'm in. Now, checking IPal chathost email…”
 
This was Nami's secret job; working as a webcam chathost for Internet Pal, or IPal for short. IPal was a website that specialized in various people connecting to each other via the Internet for numerous reasons. Those reasons included health, hobbies, and also S-E-X. Nami, of course, was one of countless chathosts under a subdivision of IPal - Intimate Pal; webcam hosts who talked dirty, stripped, and/or masturbated for their cams while sharing fantasies with the IPal members who visited their chatrooms. Some chathosts offered phone services included in their chatroom deals, allowing members to call them but only when in “Do-Not-Disturb” mode when it becomes a personal one-on-one chat. As of late, IPal also allowed a member to go “Cam-To-Cam” with chathosts.
 
Surely Nami could have found a different job than as a chathost for IPal, one that paid a little better as the money went into her college funds; but she rather liked the idea of getting hot and bothered for her webcam once in a while. She also kept the job for the select few who treated her right and sometimes talked to her just to talk rather than try to get her in the mood when she didn't feel like it. One of the latest ideas that she was glad IPal thought up was allowing their chathosts to kick out and block rude IPal members with a click of an icon. So far, she had ten banned members on her block list who would try to talk to her, but she'd never see their texts and could sit back and watch them throw away their money on her fruitlessly.
 
Nami was not only popular, but well known; she had won several online awards thanks to her fans. Many times had she been chosen for the best rack or best rear, and more importantly the most friendly or the greatest video and sound, especially by her more frequent guests.
 
Checking her watch, Nami saw she had twenty minutes left. Her eyes lifted up to the computer screen, showing her empty email account. “Good. So far, we're still on.”
 
Nami was waiting for a special chatroom to open for her and a member she had come to know almost quite well. It was another special feature for the website; ranging from 15 minutes to an hourly charge, members could request personal one-on-one sessions with chathosts at a pre-set time listed in the host's online daily planner. In the unforeseen case either the host or the member didn't make the pre-set time, IPal automatically credited the member's money towards a future personal session.
 
The member Nami was waiting for was a guy she met about a year prior, back when she was a college freshman and had been with IPal for only a few months. His name was Luffy, and that was basically all she knew about him other than his account name, and his personality from the way he “talked” to her, and that he enjoyed just shooting the breeze with her rather than have cybersex with her. They had cyber-ed a few times, but that activity happened rarely, as Luffy would log in and visit her usually once every month. Apparently, Luffy was also a college student, the same grade as her, but he was careful to watch his money and his time at IPal as his older brother would show up unexpectedly at times to visit or take him out for parties and/or dinners. Strangely enough, neither Nami nor Luffy asked each other where they studied at, and they really didn't seem to care as enjoying their online chats was the focus.
 
Nami had to be careful about her connection to IPal as well; her foster mother and “sister” didn't know about the job and she aimed to keep it that way.
 
“10 minutes,” Nami said to herself, barely containing her eagerness. She checked herself quickly in the nearby mirror. She was wearing a green top with thin shoulder straps and skintight black shorts, but no underwear whatsoever. Tonight she was hoping Luffy would “treat her like a lady” that night, meaning she and he would talk semi-dirty and imagine they were together getting very hot and sexy. Their last steamy chat had been five months ago, and while Nami had gotten some action in that while in her other chats, none of them were as satisfying as those with Luffy. He made her feel like she was really getting laid, which hadn't happened in over two years.
 
“Ooooh, Luffy, you have no idea how much I've looked forward to this night!”
 
Five minutes before the scheduled time, Nami opened up the link to the now-open private chatroom. Now she had to wait for Luffy to show up and the fun would begin.
 
“I hope he's in the mood. Sure, he's done it with me when he wasn't before, but it's better if he and I are both feeling the mood. Makes the orgasm so much the sweeter.”
 
Five minutes went by slowly. Nobody else came into the chatroom. Five minutes later, the room closed itself and Nami found herself back at her work-in-progress groupie/fanclub page.
 
“Funny… he didn't show.” Nami went back to check her email account, both for IPal, and at her regular email. However, neither of them had anything new other than one from IPal stating that the session would be rescheduled another time with no charge to the member who made the appointment. On a hunch, she opened the all-access chatroom for members and guests, waiting to see if Luffy would show up there. Several guests popped in to talk to her, some newbies to IPal, others were members looking to see if she was “busy” in a video chat. Then, a member dubbed 3SwordZ entered her video room.
 
Nami recognized him; he was one of her other frequent visitors. Unlike Luffy, though, he was out of school and much older; in his 30's. “Hi Zoro,” she typed.
 
“Hi Nami,” came the text reply. “How you doing tonight?”
 
“Okay, I guess. I was supposed to be in a private session by now, but the member didn't show.”
 
“Bummer. Anyway, I came to say goodbye.”
 
Nami raised an eyebrow. “You're canceling your IPal account? What for?”
 
Before Zoro could text her back, a new guest popped up into her chat. What caught her interest in this guest was his privately-sent message (with proper typing, either a guest, member, or host could exchange private texts between them): “Nami, It's Luffy.”
 
Eyes widening, Nami text Zoro back, asking him to wait a moment. Quickly typing, she replied to Luffy. “Luffy, I'm glad you're here. What happened?”
 
“Ace showed up just before I could log in. Took me a few minutes to get him away before I could come here and explain myself. I'm sorry, but we'll have to reschedule.”

Nami bit her lower lip. Of all the times for Luffy's older brother to pay him a visit! “Phooey, and I was really hoping we'd have some fun tonight.”

“So was I, to be honest. But Ace showing up killed my boner; luckily he didn't notice.”

Giggling, Nami texted Luffy back. “So how about tomorrow night? Say 10:30ish?”

“Sure. I'll go mark it in your planner quick.”

This made Nami smile. Nobody hardly ever used her planner to schedule personal chats with her lately save for Luffy, mostly as they were more expensive than the so-much-per-minute regular video chats. But her favorite didn't seem to mind the more expensive route to talk to her alone. “Thanks, Luffy. Take care.”

“C ya, Nami. And expect my pic before tomorrow night.” And then Luffy's guest screenname vanished from her list of people in her chatroom.
 
Squealing with joy, Nami clapped her hands. “About time; I really want to see what he looks like.” She then went back to her chat with Zoro. “Sorry for the wait.”
 
“That's okay.”

”So why are you quitting?”
 
“I've been seeing this girl for a few weeks now. We're starting to get serious, and I figured why stay here when I have the real thing?”
 
“Gotcha. Anyway, I'll miss you, Zoro.”
 
“No, you won't. You'll have what's-his-name still.”
 
“Awww, don't be mean. You know you're one of my favorites, too.”

”Yeah, but he's your favorite-favorite. But from what you say, he's a good guy.”
 
“He is, really.” Nami then realized she still felt… wanting. And as much as she'd rather not, she figured that while Zoro was online… “So, Zoro… wanna go out with a bang?”
 
His response surprised her. “I appreciate the gesture, but no thanks. Besides, my girl's on her way here to see me.”

“Gotcha,” Nami replied, her smile somewhat fading. “Well, hope it works out for you. Goodbye, Zoro.”

Zoro said his farewells before he signed off. Now Nami was left looking at an empty chatroom; which suited her fine. Now she wasn't much in the mood for any sessions. Instead, she locked out the room and decided to take some new snapshots of herself for her online gallery. Plus she could send some pics to Luffy as well.
 
Her thoughts trailed back to Luffy while she posed for her webcam as it took digital pictures of her. Again she recalled how hot and satisfying he made her feel when they cyber-ed, and she lost herself in stripping herself slowly for the camera.
 
“I wish he could be here to watch me make these pictures… To watch me touch myself fantasizing of him…”
 
It didn't matter she didn't have any pictures of her special IPal member; he treated her with respect, won her friendship, and over the course of time… stole her heart. He didn't even mind she masturbated to other guys who chatted with her; after all, it was a job and just fantasy. Now Nami entertained the notion of trying to find this guy and meet him for real.
 
“I really wanted to do it with him watching me… But… I'll have to settle for my imagination this time.”
 
Totally naked, Nami laid back onto her bed, spread her legs open, and slid one hand down her body; her palm moved over her one breast as her eyes closed to visualize Luffy, her idea of his physical form, touching her, her hand continuing southward over her slim waist and between her legs. She gasps softly, rubbing two fingers against her lower lips to make them moist with her juices. Her webcam continued to snap pictures of her while she fingered herself.
 
Her lips trembled as her fingers slid in her hotbox, moaning Luffy's name while visualizing him eating her out. Her free hand reached over across the bed to her nightstand, grasping a vibrator she had purchased some time ago. Nami never really believed in using such things for her videos when she started out as a chathost. However, over the time she and Luffy had sessions together, she grew tired of simply using her fingers to their shared fantasies. This toy was something she reserved only for when he visited her; nobody else saw it, and Nami never used it for anybody else.
 
Setting the vibrator on low, Nami gently inserted the tip into herself, moaning as it moved deeper and deeper into her, sending vibes of pleasure throughout her body. “Ohhhh Luuuufffyyyyyy…” she moaned as, after letting her pussy adjust to the toy filling her, started to pump it slowly in and out of her. Every movement, every gasp, sigh, and/or moan, was caught on camera, but Nami was lost in her fantasy. Her fingers turned the dial, raising the settings to make the vibrations faster and stronger.
 
“Yes. Yes! Oh, yes, Luffy! Make me cum! Make me cum for you; I want to cum only for you!”
 
Her hand moved the vibrator faster, pushing her closer to the brink. It wasn't long before her body arched back and stiffened in release as she cried out, her heat clamping down on the deeply imbedded dildo while her wetness overflowed out of her, making a big stain on her sheets. Her body soon relaxed after the orgasm subsided, and Nami panted as she shut the vibrator off and pulled it out of her.
 
She had never felt so strongly about a guy before; not like this.
 
Suddenly, her eyes fell on the clock, which read 1:37, AM. “Shit! And I got classes first thing in the morning!” She moved back to her computer, turned off her webcam after saving the pics it took onto her hard drive, logged off from the website and then the internet before she turned off her screen followed by the lights. It didn't take long for her to slip into peaceful slumber given how good she had orgasmed just recently.
 
 
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“…That's it for today, everyone,” Nico Robin said after checking her watch. She stood up from her desk, eyeing her class. “Don't be afraid to come up and ask questions if you have any before you leave today.” This was her trademark figure of speech that meant “anybody who got a low score on this test or paper please see me now.” She did this so nobody would feel very bad about their low marks.
 
Nami dragged behind her classmates, but didn't go for the door leading out of the classroom. Instead, she went for the desk and her teacher. Her one hand clutched a report, which had on it a 52 written, and circled, in red. While she did simply okay in Professor Nico's Film Class, this was a low score for her.
 
Robin waited until all of the other students had left before she took off her glasses and looked at Nami. “I'm sorry, Nami… but you'll have to redo your paper for me if you want to pass this class.”
 
“Hai, sensei.”

“I know that you didn't like Bringing Up Baby, but your previous papers for my class were perfect compared to this one.” The grades Robin were talking about for said papers were high C's, low B's.
 
“My heart… just wasn't in it, sensei. Like you said, I really didn't like that old movie.”

Robin sighed. “No appreciation for the classics. Anyway, given the lack of interest is what caused you to lose focus on this report… I've assigned you a tutor to help you with the new draft.”
 
“A tutor?!”
 
Nodding, Robin added, “He's quite good with papers, and he's a fan of classic movies like me. I'll have him drop by your place later on tonight.”
 
“W-wait a minute! You gave him my address, and he'll be over tonight?”

“I'll need the revision back by tomorrow so I can finish recording all the grades in before I turn them in tomorrow afternoon. You don't have any plans for tonight, do you?”
 
She did, but none that Nami was going to willingly tell her teacher. “…What time should I expect him?”

“Around or after eight this evening.”
 
Nami's face lit up at this. If she got her paper done and then got rid of the tutor, she would have plenty of time to get ready for the rescheduled session with Luffy. “I'll be waiting for him. So what's his name?”
 
Robin gathered her things quickly. “Sorry, but I have to hurry to my next class across campus, so you get going and enjoy the rest of your day.”

”S-sensie-!”
 
“Oh, before I forget, your tutor's having some trouble in his one math class. Would you mind helping him out with that?”
 
“…I'll see what I can do,” Nami replied, understanding now that Robin wasn't going to give her a name. Yeah, to get him gone from my place before Luffy has to reschedule again. Even after last night's self-loving, I'm still burning for his to tell me his fantasy.
 
 
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Nami came home to her apartment late that afternoon and immediately checked her email accounts. Aside from the usual junk mail, messages from Nojiko and Bellemere, she did get an email from Luffy. And it had a file attached to it.
 
“He sent a pic!” Nami exclaimed excitedly, opening the email.
 
Hi, Nami.
 
I may be a little late meeting you tonight; I have to help a fellow student with some project, plus I'm tying to bring my math grades up to scratch.
 
So how was your day? No problems, I hope. Again, I'm really sorry about last night. This time I told Ace I'd be busy tonight so he agreed to let me be. Once I get the schoolwork out of the way, I'll be ready to give you my undivided attention (knock on wood).
 
And, finally, I got my scanner up and running. So here's that picture I promised you. It's fairly recent, but nothing spectacular. Hope you like it.
 
-Luffy
 
Nami downloaded the file and accessed it via photoshop. She smiled at the childish face and messy black hair of the guy on her screen. Quickly, she gathered some of her photos form the night before, converted them into a zip file, and then attached them to an email in response to Luffy's.
 
Luffy,
 
Thanks so much for the picture. You're better looking than I imagined. Shortly after you left last night, I went and took some new pictures, and got a little carried away. I've sent you just a few; I hope you enjoy them, but don't let anybody else see them. They're only for you.
 
Don't worry about last night; it wasn't your fault. And I'll be running a bit late myself. See I gotta redo a report for my one class and my teacher's sending me some help tonight, but I'll have him help me quick and then send him home before that rescheduled session.
 
Looking forward to seeing you online tonight, sexy.
 
XOXO,
-Nami
 
No sooner had she sent the email, there was a knock on her front door. “Just a minute,” she cried, shutting off the net browser and emails. Chekcing her watch, she saw it was only 7:30; her tutor was early. She looked at Luffy's picture one more time before she headed for the door and opened it.
 
“Sorry to keep-.”
 
The words died in her throat. Her mouth hung open and her eyes widened.
 
There before her in the hallway, carrying several books, was Luffy, and he was just as shocked as she was.
 
 
 
End part 1
 
 
Author's notes: When I heard the announcement that FUNimation acquired the rights to the One Piece anime for TV and DVD distribution, I was beyond happy. And now, I'm on a OP kick. And yes, this going to be a Luffy/Nami pairing. If you don't like it, then please don't read any further.
 
But if you do, or just want to read it regardless, then please be kind and leave a review.
 
Ja ne!