And now the drama starts

Trent was sitting in the chair, quite enjoying the situation at the moment. Akane was standing right behind his chair in her maid outfit. She saw Trent grab his shoulder, and then stepped forward and began to give him a shoulder massage. While she was not very strong, it seemed she had great technique.

So here he was, Sitting in the bank. His phone was held in his hand pointing back towards him. The live was still going. When Akane started rubbing his shoulders, the whole stream exploded.

One of his friends from college who lived nearby figured out the bank he was at, and decided to go visit his old friend. He had the live stream on while he walked to the bank from his apartment a couple of blocks away.

He was dark skinned, almost a rich chocolate color. His hair was non-existent on his head, leaving a shining bald dome the same color as the rest of him. His lips were full, and his chin was strong. He didnt have a single piece of facial hair anywhere to be seen aside from a set of eyebrows. His eyes were crystal white with brown Irises. His nose was a little thick and broad. He was taller than average, at six feet four inches tall, or almost two full meters. He was wearing a branded polo shirt, with the picture of a man on a horse holding a club on its breast pocket. The shirt was a bright pink, almost pastel. He was wearing what appeared to be black tear away gym pants with a set of three white stripes going down the side, and high top sneakers in white with a similar logo.

"Damn Trent, You done got yo self a maid too? I dont know what you been doin, but I wanna learn from da masta! Just sit tight, old T dizzle is on da way!" His actual name was Terrance, but he called himself T dizzle, he said it was his artists moniker.

He and Trent had actually been quite good friends since college, but lately Trent was always busy working and they had little time to hang out. Terrance was known for getting them both into some quite interesting situations. Most of Trent's best stories started with "So T had this idea...."

Back in the bank. Trent was enjoying the shoulder rub, his eyes closed as he seemed to be kicked back relaxing, getting pampered by his own personal maid, and waiting for a fat stack of cash to be delivered to him. Oh wait, that was EXACTLY what was happening. Not to mention he was Live streaming this to all of social media without even realizing it. Lots of people had joined the stream now, the numbers reaching over one hundred thousand and climbing. The comments were scrolling so fast you could not even read them. Most of them consisted of the following.

"Who is this dude? he looks like a scrub but he has a maid?"

"Why is this hot maid rubbing this guys shoulders?! I am way better than him!"

"Pick me instead!"

"I want to have your children!"

"You want to send me some of that?"

And even more, and the comments just kept coming and coming. Terrance could not even keep up with all of them while he walked, about a block away at this point.

Finally the original teller came from behind the counter with a glass of water offering it to him.

Trent simply took the water, drank it, and put it back down before asking "Will it be much longer? I am really busy" teasing them a little, he really did not have anything to do, but this is what big shots usually said right? Their time was precious! Trent was enjoying this feeling immensely.

The teller simply smiled "Not much longer now, Sir, they are preparing your cash as we speak" and then hastily departed. The guards had long moved away, dispersing into the background of the bank. Trent was simply going with it at this point, sipping his water, and enjoying the shoulder rub. He then looked over his shoulder and asked Akane "You are really good at this, you must have done this a lot".

Akane replied "Well Master, this is not the only service I was trained in, my previous owner had me trained in a variety of services"

Trent twitched his eyes, just what kind of lecherous old man was this long lost uncle of his. Training such a young girl in such things. "oh I see" is all he said though.

The stream however was exploding. That brief little conversation had started a whole other wave of comments, these however were way more depraved.

"She called him master?!? am I dreaming? is this like some fetish thing?"

"Yoooooo where can I get me one of those?"

"TEACH ME SENPAI!!!"

"Teach me!"

And the like, repeated faster than the eye could keep up with. Even a few big named social media presences were streaming his stream and commenting on it now. Trent had no idea how much of a fuss he was making.

After a little longer, the manager came back out holding a small envelope. She passed it to Trent and smiled "Here you go sir, Your receipt is in the envelope."

Trent took the envelope, he was a little surprised. Wasn't fifty grand supposed to be bigger than this? It didnt really even feel like all that much. Just to be sure, Trent flipped the camera on the phone around and opened the envelope on screen. He thumbed through the stack of one hundred dollar bills, and then grinned. It even had a small wrapper on it that said the same "$50,000" In numbered print. He then ended the video, turned to the manager and said "Thank you Ma'am".

Akane stopped rubbing his shoulders when he pulled his feet off of the table. He stood up and walked back towards the door. Akane followed closely behind him like a lost puppy. Right when Trent went to push the door open, He saw a familiar face on the street walking towards the bank.

Trent pushed out of the doors of the bank stuffing the envelope into his pocket while Akane followed out behind him. "T? what are you doing here man?" He thought it was just a pleasant coincidence.

Terrance quickly approached "Broooooooooo I caught yo stream man!!!!! Dude that shit was nutz yo! Where did you get dat maid from? can you get me one?!?!"

Trent was a little confused, "My Stream?" he said out loud, stopping where he was standing.

Terrance stopped and looked at him. He had done something like this before back in college when he was trying to record him and a girl making out. It had turned into a huge scandal. Surprisingly enough the popularity of people who liked him more and hated him more from it kind of balanced out and left him in this weird neutral state in campus society. But by that, it ment most normal girl's would not go near him, afraid he would record them also. While some of the more adventurist ones sought him out, though most of those were really weird with complicated issues. They were not really up to Trent's taste, so Terrance ended up with a lot of left overs.

Terrance showed Trent his phone and both him and Akane peeked down at it. "Yeah man, you were streaming that whole shit! You didnt even realize yo was doin it again did ya HAHAHAHAHA" and he started laughing like crazy, almost dropping his phone.

Trent took his phone and was staring at it with a pale face. Akane wasnt really sure what was the issue here. "How many people saw this?" he asked slowly.

"BRUH!!!!!! yo went viral bruh! Yo hit over won hundo thousand bruh!!!!" Terrance told him excitedly. His hands flailing wildly with excitement. He was quite the animated individual. He started pacing back and forth holding his hand over his mouth "BRUH!!!! yo ass didnt even realize it, Everyone know yo ass loaded now bruh!!!"

However for Trent, this was the worst possible news. He looked over at Akane, who looked back at him with soft curious eyes of a young teenager who had lived under a rock their whole life. He gulped visibly and began to sweat. "Oh no, Oh no, this is bad... this is reallllyyyyy bad..."

And just as he was thinking how it could not get much worse than this, his phone rang. He gulped looking down at the number. He saw the face that appeared with it and he began to sweat more. He quickly slammed the decline button. Then his phone rang again.

He slammed the decline again. After a few moments a voicemail appeared in his history, and then his phone rang again. He declined it again. A few moments later, another voicemail appeared, and then his phone rang again.

This repeated fifteen more times till he finally turned his phone off. He looked around quickly. He turned to Akane and shouted "RUN!!!!!" And he took off down the street. Behind him in the distance a loud female voice could be heard "TREEEEEEEAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The source of this voice was a tall, dark skinned woman. Her nose was thick as were her lips, hips, and tits. Her waist was tiny, almost freakishly. And speaking of freakish, her arms and legs, were insanely ripped. The tiny tight jean crop top and pencil skirt did little to hide anything. Her hair today was a bight purple weave that was fluttering in the wind showing the edges of the wig beneath. The reason it was fluttering is because this, Woman, ahem, was sprinting at full speed towards them, leaving a dust trail in her wake.

Both Akane and Terrances eyes went wide at this and then began running after Trent at full speed. Akane was surprisingly fast and caught up to him quickly.