“Do you know how much we made last night?” I asked. I had a pretty good idea, but the details from last night were still a bit foggy in my head.
“A lot,” Cameron murmured.
“Good,” I said.
“But not enough,” Matty added.
I smiled. “Good.”
I made it down to the library in time to break up an argument between Philip and Andy. Poor Hans. He looked like he was at his wits’ end.
“OK, Philip,” I said, “I’m going to need you to put your elbow on the mantle and rest your head on your arm. Yeah like that. Now open up the vest and stick your hand in your pocket. Not all the way. You’re not adjusting yourself. Yeah, like that. Now look dreamingly across at Andy.”
“But he said I had bags under my eyes!” Philip whined.
I glanced over at Hans and we both shook our heads in unison.
Despite the bickering, the shoot went very well. Once we’d packed up and put away the equipment, Hans offered to take me out to dinner. “Betty’s still in the hospital,” said Hans. “So, the lodge is giving us vouchers for a restaurant in town.”
“Thanks. Maybe tomorrow.”
“You’ve got other plans?”
“Something I need to take care of,” I said.
He looked crushed. He bit on the inside of his cheek and glanced off to the side.
I put a hand on his arm and gave him a nudge. “It will be over soon,” I said. “Just one more night.”
We crammed into Dalton’s car and made the short trip out to Kanetoni Woods just as day was giving way to night.
“I’m thinking we could mix it up tonight,” said Cameron.
“Oh yeah?” I said. “What did you have in mind?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. More theatre. More of a storyline.”
“Like a couple is having sex in a cabin,” said Erik, “and then a bunch of sex-crazed maniacs break-in.”
“I want to be one of the sex-crazed maniacs,” said Gabriel.
From the passenger side, Matty looked over his shoulder at me. “What do you think, Greta?”
“I think Gabriel would make a believable sex-crazed maniac.”
“Thank you, Greta,” said Gabriel sincerely.
“You’re welcome.”
“But I mean, what do you think about the storyline?” Matty asked.
I thought it over a bit. “I don’t know about the first part. I want to wear a mask or be blindfolded, so I’m not sure that makes sense.”
“What if you’re blindfolded and you’re with a guy,” said Austin.
“I’m listening.”
“And, we come up to the guy, give him some money and one by one, we take you,” said Austin. “Like he’s pimping you out. Makes sense for the viewers since we’re asking them to pay.”
“One by one,” I said almost to myself. I wanted them all at once, but I was shy to say it out loud. “I think we did well last night. We should do it the same way. That could be our thing.”
I smiled at the words ‘our thing’. It had a nice ring to it. “But the pimping out part could work, too. It might make the viewers want to donate more, help them get into the fantasy.”
“As long as I get to be a sex-crazed maniac,” said Gabriel, “whatever storyline you guys decide on is fine by me.”
20
Austin
I was better prepared for my introduction this time. I delivered the same line as last time—“I’m big and black and ready to pound that ass.” Everyone’s got to have a catchphrase. But this time, I stripped off my shirt and pants while I said it. I’d rehearsed it in front of the mirror back at the lodge more than a few times, and I’d gotten the cadence just right. I received the most donations of the six introductions. And it wasn’t even close.
We didn’t have Greta tied up this time. Instead, we had her kneeling on the bed, her back to the camera. We’d draped a sheet around her shoulders, leaving one shoulder exposed, and the sheet fell in such a way as to cover most of her ass while showing just enough to have us wanting to see more.
I approached her from behind and gently tied the blindfold on her. Then I looked back at the camera and grinned.
I climbed onto the bed and stood in front of her, slipped off my boxers, and led her hand to my cock.
We’d placed a mirror on the other side of the room so I got a pretty good look at what the view on the live stream was like—me standing over Greta, my hand resting on the back of her head, her hand stroking my cock.
I ran my fingers delicately through her hair while she stroked me. With my other hand, I took the sheet and lifted it slightly from her shoulders—just a bit so I could see a little more of her beautiful ass.
Now that Greta was blindfolded, I turned her so that she and I were in profile to the camera. I pulled her hair back, gripped it in one hand, and led her down to me. She put her mouth around my cock, and I shut my eyes and arched my head back.