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Just to Make a Little Money {darkest_fate&dmm4kes}

Sebastian shook his head at the suggestion that somehow he was over-extending. He was, after all, a people-pleaser by nature, and he was used to over-extending. In this situation, however, he was most definitely getting the better end of the deal.

"No, it's really not a big deal. I've actually always kind of wanted to get into something like this," he confessed, going out on a limb. After all, Sebastian had created all kinds of websites and online communities. He'd never managed to branch that into another area of interest, though- Porn. Throw in April, and this was a recipe that came along once in a lifetime. Actually doing anything with her wasn't likely, but he could definitely get VIP access.

"Maybe we'll work something out once you get going; a nominal cut- Just to make it worth my time. Maybe 20 percent?" He raised a brow, vetting the figure through her but also once again seeking any reaction he might glean. It wasn't about the money, but that would add some legitimacy to the whole thing. "At that point, the better you do, the better I do, and I'm fine to keep consulting with you on tactics for growing this thing."

Yes, it was all too easy for Sebastian to sink into a work mindset. The juxtaposition of that with April was enough to keep that perpetual smile going. Then, when she suggested his surname, he all but laughed; in a good way. "Lucky Wright," Sebastian stated as plainly as he could, enthusiasm emanating beyond the purely cordial smile he tried to convey. Could this get any better, really?

"I like it. Catchy and sexy. Guys are gonna feel lucky when they see it, and I'm sure plenty of them will feel like you're just right on the eyes." He leveled the offhanded compliment before looking back to her legs.

"Alright, so I'll interview you, and beyond the name, we'll keep things pretty realistic. Sound good?"
 
"You always wanted to get into porn?" April asked before she could stop herself. She waved a hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean that the way it came out. It's just such a weird circumstance. I never would've thought of this." Indeed, April Willows, top of her glass, thoroughly devoted to studies and building a good career. The girl who sacrificed nights out and most every relationship to become successful. the girl who still hadn't been with a guy because of stupid reasons. That girl was now about to do porn.

Yay.

"Twenty sounds good," agreed April. "That's after you get the money back from everything. Until then, you should be getting a good cut. Like, you get most, then some to put back in, then as much as we can get for me at first..." April trailed off. money and budgeting she understood, all too well. This porn thing...

Well, Lucky Wright was just going to have to suck it up. The comments had her smiling and outright laughing and waving off his stupid comments. "you are so cheesy! Go use those lines in a bar or something," she insisted, before shifting and tugging the shirt down again. She had to resist the urge to try stretching it out further. Instead she just looked toward the camera, trying to get oriented.

"right, I'm Lucky, well, Wright. Lucky Wright. Other than that, totally realistic. Okay, just, like, give me questions and I'll respond," April said, waving a hand for Sebastian to start. She took another breath, looking expectantly toward the camera.
 
"Great," Sebastian complimented. Truth be told, he'd have been happy to defer payment for a little while, yet he managed not to volunteer it. At this point, he was just ready to get down to business, and of course he still didn't want her to know just how bad he wanted to see this thing play out. Instead, he let her go through the motions and reaffirm everything to herself. Then, with those words, they were off.

Okay, just, like, give me questions and I'll respond."

Sebastian gave a nod. Much like April, this wasn't a huge stretch. He barely knew anything about her, and learning more under this premise would make things infinitely easier when it came to probing. He gave her a moment more, unable to keep from admiring that nervousness so prevalent in her large eyes as she regarded the screen. And, with that, they were off.

"Hey, there. So, to start, why don't you tell everybody your name?"

He waited, of course, for April to repeat it, then went on.

"How old are you, Lucky?"
 
Great. Great. They had everything situated. now she just had to answer questions for a camera while wearing no pants. That sounded more like some kind of crazy dare than anything April would've seen herself willingly doing, but here she was. Another breath and:

"Lucky Wright," she said, nearly reciting it. "I mean, hi! My name is Lucky Wright," she flashed a quick smile and waved at the camera. Her eyes did flick for a moment to Sebastian as he asked the next question, before she nodded and looked back to the computer.

"I'm twenty-one years old," she said, "just turned a few months ago." She bobbed her head. yeah, this was easy. Just answer along with a few simple questions.
 
"Oh, wow. Happy birthday," Sebastian added, delving a little between the line of reality and façade given that the well-wishing was completely genuine. "Did you do anything fun to celebrate? Like go out and get drunk?" Sebastian grinned at her, making a bit of a show of trying to make her uncomfortable without letting things get too raunchy. That sort of anxiety looked fantastic on camera, and he was sure the audience would eat it up.

"I'm sure your boyfriend did something nice for you too, right?" He went on, probing a little further. Hard as it was to imagine, something told Sebastian that April was single. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine she'd be going through all of this with him. She had too much of the good girl vibe in her.
 
April let out a little laugh, smiling at the compliment. "That's really belated, but thanks, "she said. "I'm not really much of a party girl, but I did buy a bottle of wine and enjoy it," she shrugged, knowing that sounded super lame but, well, they were aiming for realism and all. the whole "Lucky is the standard girl" sort of thing.

The next question had her smiling again. "I'm sure he would if he existed," she replied, tugging at the shirt. "But I'm single right now. My last guy friend was back in college, and we broke it off before graduation. We got different job offers, so," she shrugged: it was another of those "what can you do" sort of moments.
 
"Damn," Sebastian quickly shot back, shaking his head with what can only be described as genuine surprise mixed with utmost delight. Previously, he'd thought himself from a different world than her, but their brief exchange had exposed more similarity than he'd expected. Though he obviously didn't have any romantic intent towards her, the idea that he might somehow fulfill that role -- in some twisted sense -- made the prospect of this thing even more enticing. If he locked her down in this, she was that much less likely to be distracted by a guy later on and quit.

"Well, I guess that's kind of good for everyone out there in internet land. Nobody to get jealous, right?" He grinned, letting her respond if she'd like, and then he went on.

"So what was it that got you interested in streaming?" Again, Sebastian asked something that he was curious about. Letting others in on her plight would be beneficial for both of them, and it'd help tie the realism together by establishing that she wasn't just some crazy exhibitionist.
 
"Nope, nobody," agreed April. "So you can all just sort of think of me as your flirty internet girlfriend, maybe?" Her smile turned a little shy, feeling like she'd overdone it there. It wasn't quite acting, thank god, and she was just trying to be nice. April was trying to think of how she acted to all the nerdy guys who seemed to be interested in her throughout college (she'd gotten a few offers in high school too, but not nearly as many).

The shy smile dropped at the next question as April tried to look serious. "Well, the short answer is kinda the obvious one: I need money," she shifted, not wanting everyone to know she was desperate. "I kind of talked to a neighbor of mine, that would be the guy asking the questions now, and he said I was cute enough that I could probably make some decent money doing this. I didn't see the harm or anything, and I guess I'm cute enough? 'she shrugged, pulling her arms in a little to (believe it or not) unconsciously create a fairly impressive amount of cleavage that rose and fell.

It was odd, but April thought the room felt colder than it had earlier. She absently rubbed at her arm, swearing she could already feel the hairs starting to stand on in. Weird.
 
So you can all just sort of think of me as your flirty internet girlfriend, maybe?

Sebastian's grin went wide after those words. April, it seemed, had a few surprises in her, as he hadn't ancitipated that kind of raw confidence in the young woman. He was quick to nod in agreement, hoping to coerce away any lingering self consciousness she might have after that uncertain little glance.

"That's right," he confirmed her story, well-meaining humor readily apparent in his voice. "So we're gonna be relying on you all to comment and let us know how excited you are at the idea of getting to see more of Lucky."

Again, his eyes fell, drawn like heat-seeking missiles to the cleavage so readily outlined by his very own t-shirt. Sebastian was already struck with delusions of never washing that fucking shirt again, yet the reality was that this could pay off much greater dividends. Already, Sebastian thought he could make out indentations from either of her nipples in the fabric, but even without that, their contour and shape was better than he ever could've imagined now that they had nothing to support or hold them at bay.

"Really nice, Lucky. How about you give them a little preview of what you have to offer?" This time it was Sebastian who felt like he'd gone too far, but there was no turning back.
 
April nearly rolled her eyes at Sebastian's suggestion but, well, she knew that she'd have to be at least somewhat friendly with them if she was going to build a steady, reliable audience. "I'll definitely keep everyone updated," she insisted, nodding. "and let you all know just what I'm liking," she added a little wink to that, figuring she should play along. If she was going to be doing this anyway, might as well get at least some enjoyment, right?

April didn't quite realize that her nipples were indeed starting to poke into the fabric. The chill coaxed them out, and while they weren't huge, in fact they seemed almost small compared to the relatively large breasts upon which they resided, they were certainly noticeable, particularly when April shifted to pull the fabric across them.

"Uh, I don't know," she said to the next, shifting her feet. She played with the bottom of the shirt. "I'm not really wearing a nice pair of panties right now, they're all wrong," she lifted the shirt just a bit, but stopped before revealing anything. "And somebody said I shouldn't wear a bra," she shrugged again, once more making her breasts shift, "so you'd get to see everything up top. So, yeah, no previews yet. Maybe later," she gave the camera another little shrug, figuring that a little teasing couldn't hurt.
 
Without warning, Sebastian stood as April did, created only the slightest of commotion in the background. He leveled his phone up, giving a reassuring nod to the young woman before snapping a couple photos of her standing there in front of the laptop. The snaps would work well alongside the video, providing added realism by showing that this wasn't some professional setup; not to mention flaunting the full sight of her scantily clad body for all to enjoy.

"Aw, that's a bummer." Sebastian identified with the audience, but it was all for show. Truth be told, he was surprised that April had gone that far, but she'd still offered up the perfect persona. Hesitant but willing, he could only hope she'd continue to be so receptive to his suggestions as this thing evolved. After snapping a couple more photos, he gave a nod.

"Fair enough, though. How many guys have been lucky enough to see those, Lucky?" He gave a nod, clearly intending the remark towards her breasts as she tugged at the shirt. "They look natural, too. Are they?"

This was, in a word, empowering. Sebastian would never have the gall to even ask such a question, yet this façade lent itself to him being someone else as well.
 
Back all comfortable, with April very nearly folding in on herself. She added another shrug as Sebastian complained. "I didn't say never, I said not yet," she said, raising a hand and wiggling a finger. That should do for some teasing and all, plus it made her feel just a little more playful and relaxed. This was already going a lot smoother than she'd figured: she hadn't messed up anything yet.

"See wha--oh, you mean," she gestured at her chest, looking down. April noticed the nipples and let out a little gasp, folding her arm over her chest and giving the camera a quick glare. "I so did not know they were doing that! I'm so sorry! But, um, people will see them, I guess. Probably," she shifted, again tucking her feet in, using one hand to tug down the shirt while the other covered her chest. "And yeah, they're all natural. Are you kidding? Do you think I'd want them to be this big?" she pointed at the breasts with the free hand, before rolling her eyes. "Trust me, the only reason a girl wants big breasts is because a guy wants them on her," she paused for a moment, "or a girl, I guess. Lesbians are a thing," she punctuated that with a shrug.
 
She was adorable due, in large part, to the fact that she had no idea. Sebastian looked on, a sense of relaxation wading through him -- April's comfort mixed with the beer was having an affect on him -- and then gave her a playful wink to the tease. She was killing it; turning out to be a real natural.

"They're nice," he reassured, taking a few more liberties now that they were talking in detail about her body. "I don't know about other guys, but I like a handful. Not too big, but not too small either." Nodding, he slowly lazed down to look at her as she folded her arms.

"Besides, I'm sure they open up a few doors for you. Maybe they'll start doing that to some wallets, too." Sebastian went on, going with the momentum that April's candidness created. "That is a thing. Have you ever experimented with girls, Lucky? Or any interest in trying it?"
 
Nice: April let out another little laugh at that. She personally thought hers were more than a handful, and very nearly showed him as much. But she thought that would be more for something later on. Plus, while she may be relaxed, she wasn't all that relaxed. It did relax her enough to lower her arm, though she did pick at her shirt, trying to get it enough away from her breasts to not show nipple (a Sisyphean task, due to April's breasts being just large enough to continually stretch the fabric).

"Maybe," she offered, adding another shrug. "Oh, experimenting. Well, ah," she pursed her lips, tilting her head, "I didn't actually try it? College really isn't that much fun, especially if you want good grades. I guess I wouldn't mind experimenting? Maybe? I mean, if the girl was cool with it or cute or something."

April paused for a moment, looking to the camera. "or, maybe for money? But, like, a lot of it. Not like a super lot, but enough," that was awful, and of course, all April could do to punctuate it was shrug yet again.
 
Sebastian couldn't help himself. He chuckled, offering an apologetic and direct stare to those large, vibrant eyes as April fumbled with the idea of experimentation. He let her finish before going on.

"That's legit. You can only work so hard, right? So, in a way, you're ready to experiment a whole lot more; maybe catch up on some things you missed out on while you were out there getting educated." Even his voice was different on video, and Sebastian only just became aware of it. Friends and family often teased at the fact that he became someone else on the phone. His vaguely southern accent went away, his voice was deeper, and he spoke loud; like a true broadcast personality. The moment of introspection threw him off a little, and so he stumbled just a bit.

"Haha. You need to let me know your rate. I might pay you for a private show of that one. Screw the rest of these people," he teased, purposely antagonizing the audience while he went a little further out on a limb with April. He couldn't know for sure, but it sure felt like she was flirting with him.

"Alright, cool. So I think that does it. Anything else you'd like the guys -- and girls -- out there to know before we get this thing out there?"
 
Yes, she could only work so hard. And yet here she was: the whole product of her work essentially leaving her needing to strip on camera. "Yeah, work your ass off in college, and end up posing naked on the internet anyway," she joked, adding another little shrug. She knew she was doing that a little too much, but she really couldn't help it either.

At least Sebastian seemed to still be getting into it. It was easy enough to keep following when he made suggestions and stuff. Plus, some of his comments made April laugh, such as his joking suggestion about rates. "Uh, that one's going to go a bit high," she said. "Plus we'd still have to find a girl who'd be willing, so yeah."

She shrugged, this time playing into it, adding a few more shrugs for added emphasis. At last came one more question, and April tilted her head, thinking. "Well, uh, hmm, there's this," she scooted a bit, "I'm really new at all this kind of thing, so I'm gonna be depending a lot on, like, advice and fan input and stuff. I've never done anything like this before, but I'm totally willing to try," because otherwise it was live in a box. "I'm pretty sure you guys know just how to treat a Lucky girl, right?" she asked, smiling and all but rolling her eyes at her own stupid pun.
 
Again, Sebastian let loose a quiet fit of laughter. He'd been sure April would try too hard and turn this thing into a mess, but no- She was downright personable. More importantly, she looked comfortable. Nervous could be comfortable, and that was a most important distinction in making this thing work. If she wasn't loosened up, it was going to show.

Her candid statement at the end was a real hook and sure to incite more responses. Why not go with it?

"Is that right? So, how new are you? How many guys have been lucky enough to get Lucky?" Again, he looked to her eyes, as if to suggest that he actually wanted to know. Did he? Well, sort of. Internally, he'd already decided it was probably at least ten. A girl like that could be naive, but she wasn't a fucking corpse, and the enthusiastic glow she gave off seemed to suggest some level of excitement.
 
April's heart was pounding. She'd never really been one to break rules: always a good girl growing up, always the diligent student, never cheated on a boyfriend. The few times she'd dared, when she's sneaked a drink or went to a boy party with friends, had of course been absolutely thrilling. Who wouldn't want to test their boundaries? That sort of same feeling rushed into April now, along with excitement at actually doing this, at actually working at solving her problem and, well, if she were being honest, perhaps just a smidgen of lustful delight:

People were being aroused by her.

The question had April's smiling shyly. "Well, you see..." she said, fidgeting a little. "I know, like, nobody's going to believe me. But I was super into school, and I didn't even get breasts until I was well into high school on top of it. Plus braces and all, so, like, yeah, definitely a late bloomer. So..." she shrugged, "I guess the answer would be... none?"

April gave off an incredibly nervous, slightly embarrassed smile. She actually turned from the camera, meeting Sebastian's gaze. "That's not going to be a dealbreaker, is it?" Like it was a problem April could fix in a hurry if it was.
 
A virgin? Really? Sebastian let that settle in for a couple moments. His attention was still on her, of course, as she looked away from the camera, but it was clear that he was lost in thought for a time; how ever brief.

"You're kidding," he stated -- not asked -- with a rather pointed strain of the eyes. Some part of him was certain that she must've thought this would make business better, and she was probably right. When the remark failed to draw any hesitation from her, however, the reality sank in. Unrealistic as it seemed, it kind of made sense.

"What do you think, folks? Is this unspoiled young lady a little too innocent for the internet?" He chuckled, eyes alight, as he answered her while also again prompting the audience to give them feedback on what they were putting out. Given a moment, he went so far as to reassure her by shaking his head. No, he didn't think anyone would mind the fact that she was so inexperienced. Again, it only added legitimacy.

...And maybe a bit more pressure in his jeans. Thankfully, Sebastian's posture was such that she'd have no chance of spotting the intensified reaction unless he had to stand in a hurry. Somewhat off kilter by the lingering revelation, he eventually added on.

"Alright, don't forget to comment, and remember: Tips means more videos!" With that, Sebastian gave a final nod, heralding the 'end' of the recording despite that the laptop was still going.

"If I didn't know better, I'd swear that was all an act," he offered with a wry grin. "You killed it."
 
Kidding? "Nope," April replied, still trying to keep cheery. Nerves were twisting in her gut, and she still wasn't sure whether or not this was some sort of dealbreaker. The way Sebastian acted, it seemed like it might be. But he rallied after those few beats, and it sounded like he was actually going to turn April's problem into an advantage for them. She nearly sighed with relief, and she did let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding.

Plus there was that shake of the head, obviously meant for her.

"I'm sure you guys will spoil me," April said teasingly, adding a nervous laugh at the end. She wiggled fingers at the camera while Sebastian moved into the ending spiel. That at least sounded somewhat familiar: like so many people, April had seen YouTube videos and the like online. She just kept it up, lapsing from the smile to a suggestive wink before blowing a kiss right before that final nod.

Then she curled back in, still feeling a little nervous and heady after the experience. "I told you: I can't act," she insisted. "That was all really real. You're sure that nobody's going to mind that I'm a virgin? There used to be a lot of teasing about that," she pursed her lips, "and it means that I really don't know a lot about sex. Which might be a problem when we actually get to real videos..."

April trailed off. Maybe there would be some sort of solution that presented itself? She definitely didn't want to ask Sebastian for help; he'd probably take it the wrong way. But maybe he'd think of another way around the problem; he had everything else so far.
 
Sebastian quietly rose, picking up the laptop, and then he slinked back into his seat with only the briefest glimpse at April's milky white legs. After shutting off the video itself, he quickly saved the file and began typing a few notes and ideas he'd had through the course of the video. "Nah, you did fine," he murmured in a tone that might almost be interpreted as dismissive if someone were self-conscious enough.

"People can smell shitty acting, and the thing is- You weren't trying to act. You were just being you. I'm tellin' you, April, it's pure gold. If I didn't know you were broke, I'd make a big bet with you over it." With a snicker, then, he closed the laptop but left it in his lap given that there was still some mild discomfort and a slowly-growing erection to hide.

"The virgin thing's not gonna matter so long as you stay open minded. Guys think that's hot, you know? You just don't meet women like you who aren't experienced. That's part of the allure -- getting to explore and guide -- it's a big male fantasy." Nodding profoundly, Sebastian was suddenly all too aware that he, himself, was living out that fantasy. He could only hope April remained oblivious to it.

"So, next steps... I'm gonna edit this thing down a little. I'll send you the final cut so you can have a look first if you'd like. Then I'll create an account for you, and we'll post it. Sound good?"

He waited, and if she didn't dispute, he was quick to move on.

"I'm gonna go ahead and order some outfits for you. You pulled the t-shirt off, but we definitely need to get you some upgrades. I think it'd be best if I pick stuff based on the comments that we get, but you can have a say as well. Do you want me to surprise you, or would you like to shop together for a few things?"
 
Fine, and April let out another breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Apparently the whole being herself thing worked for now. Still, the mention of a bet had her laughing. "I don't know if I'd take you up on that. Kind of works against what we're trying to do here," she smiled all the same. It was entirely likely that Sebastian was just being nice and that April would end up right back where she started. Still, they'd never know until they tried.

The girl almost rolled her eyes as Sebastian insisted virginity was some sort of fantasy. Men were so weird. April supposed the whole saving yourself thing had some romance to it, but the practical part of her couldn't help but feel like it would be best to sleep with someone who knew what the hell they were doing. There was a lot of holes and flesh involved, after all. She knew that if they ever got to the point of hiring male talent, she'd definitely want someone who knew his way around a woman.

"Okay, I trust you'll edit it just right," April said. She paused for a moment, "But don't edit yourself out of it. We kind of need to establish you if you're going to show up some too. Like, people need to be all 'there's April's helper-guy.'" April nodded. And, as she said earlier, it would help make it easier. Post, get it moving and everything.

Now, outfits. April hesitated for a moment, shifting on the recliner. "Wouldn't it be best for... for the show, if you sort of surprised me with the outfits? Like, we could even do some kind of... trying on or going through them in a vid? Then everyone could see my first reactions and maybe get some votes in. Plus, like, a fashion show would be a kinda fun way to make a bit more money," April shrugged again. It sounded a little mercenary, but doable. She leaned over, checking the time on the computer. "Oh gosh, I'm going to need to get back to my apartment," she rose, the t-shirt rising with her, showing the bottoms of the floral yellow panties. "I've got a lot of work to do and I've got work early in the morning," she turned to got the bedroom, pausing to spin back to him. "Is there something else we needed to hash out?"
 
All told, it was a week and a half before April heard another peep out of Sebastian. The time was spent, as one might expect, fawning over the diamond he'd mined out of a random Summer afternoon. Sebastian didn't see the little stroke of Lucky coming, but when it arrived so very unexpectedly, he couldn't help but retreat for a little while. After all, he'd never really clicked with a woman in the way that he had with April, and the unusual nature of their arrangement only made it more interesting. Did it hurt that she was the object of his secret obsession? An authentic bombshell of a girl next door? No.

At first, there was a clear urge to do the obvious: Milk it for all it was worth. Inexperienced as he might've been from a practical standpoint, Sebastian wasn't stupid: He could turn this into the kind of lay guys talked about when they were in their fucking eighties. It was a prospect very much worth the consideration of sacrificing any illusions of morality or ethics. After all, she'd come to him, and he hadn't been twisting her arm at any point. If he ended up getting something good out of the deal, why did that have to mean he was somehow doing something wrong?

Later, things got complicated. Sure, Sebastian could milk this for the lay of a lifetime, but opportunity was written all over this thing. He hadn't been egging April on when he'd encouraged her. She could make a mint. Why would he deprive himself of his fair share? Again, being in the right place at the right time did not equate to any kind of wrongdoing.

And, with that train of thought, five straight days of painstaking editing and coding ensued. Sebastian labored over the video, cutting and splicing so as to create the perfectly alluring teaser of a video. The final cut was a bare bones clip, just over a minute and a half, which portrayed April as the unwittingly seductive nymph that she was. Alongside it, he crafted a website which flaunted the most professional-looking photos of her that he could find on social media. He crept into stalker territory, yet he did so with confidence, knowing good and well that she was both desperate and sitting on a goldmine. He had every bit of confidence in the end result.

The end result?

GettingLucky.com

The vlog-with-memberships website portrayed itself as something simple: A modern vlog and camgirl site by the camgirl and her technologically savvy neighbor. Absent the stigma of modern day smut purveyors, he did his very best to portray the whole thing with a uniquely clandestine D.I.Y. twist. The link came alongside a brief email:

Sebastian said:
Hey April,

Thanks for hanging in there. Sorry it's taken awhile, but work's been kind of stupid. Let me know what you think, and we can start talking about the next few videos. I have some stuff upstairs for you, too. Could probably find some time to get together thursday.

Cheers,
S
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April put on pants. Obviously more happened in the passing days: she went to work, she lived her life, but it began with putting on those pants. She'd scurried back into the room, wiggled her way out of Lucky and her way back into April. Then April left the apartment, planting a quick peck on Sebastian's cheek and another thank you as she left. Then she went back to being April.

April's life was still okay? Her job was alright. Guys sort of looked at her, and now she might have been slightly more aware of it. She hesitated at Sebastian's door a few times, even went up and very nearly knocked. But he'd let her know when it came along.

Then the message. And the site. April almost sighed with relief as she saw it: it looked fine. Not quite professional but just well done enough for people to think it wasn't a scam. There were pictures of a smiling April, but nothing smutty. Hey, she thought she even saw a few decent pics from her social media. Good on him for doing the extra work, though April did wished he'd thought to ask her. She could've sent those or maybe even some better ones that she had. Not like there were hidden scandalous ones or anything.

Upstairs: come find time on Thursday. So Thursday April got some scheduling cleared. She put on pair of sweat pants over a simple pair of grey cotton boy short panties, and threw on an old t-shirt from her college (no bra, though that felt weird). He'd promised outfits and stuff to get it together, after all, so no point in dressing up. She had brushed out her hair and brought along a makeup kit, which she had in hand as she knocked, then entered the door.

"Great job with the site!" she chirped as soon as she saw him. "I look super cute! Those photos are a nice touch, but you totally could've asked or something." A quick beaming smile, and April was looking around, wondering where they started.
 
It took a couple minutes, but Sebastian answered the door in a similarly unflattering ensemble to the one that his counterpart wore. Plaid pajama pants and a snug fitting Star Wars t-shirt sold the fact that he'd been lazy, but it was a thorough case of skewed bed-head in those otherwise stylihsly straightened locks of raven upon his head that gave away that he'd been a shut-in for awhile. He shattered the stereotype only in that, after wordlessly greeting her with a small but cordial smile and gesture into the apartment, she'd find his domicile was well lit.

Most all of the blinds and curtains were drawn, allowing the chic open floor plan to really glow with natural daylight. He was quick to close the door behind her as she entered, casting an appreciative glance down at her backside before following along close. He gestured to the couch.

"Get comfy, yeah? Let me go grab some stuff. Oh, and make yourself at home. Got some wine coolers and other random stuff in the fridge." He didn't wait for an answer, opting instead to disappear down the hallway and into his bedroom.

"Yeah, no- Thanks. Site could've been better, but you know how it goes. Gotta keep the real job, too, so time's limited." In stepping out and into the living area, Sebastian revealed the smallish plastic tote he was carrying; whose front was labeled with a slip of duct tape and the bold black hand-scrawled text, LUCKY. "Probably should've talked to you about the social media stuff, but I didn't want to complicate things. We can switch it up a little if you're uncomfortable with anything though." Nonchalant, he dumped the tote out onto the couch next to her, then sank back into the seat adjacent to it. There, he leaned forward, pulling the macbook closer and setting about typing furiously.

Without looking to her, he spoke. "So we can kind of review all this stuff if you want, and then we need to start talking about next steps." Sebastian let that sink in. April was clearly driven, and in conjunction with her physique, that was all she needed to be a hit. Whether or not she had what it took to be a legend, however, remained to be seen. He couldn't quite convey all of this in a single straight-faced expression, but he did his best. Where many might've pegged the guy an introvert and a weakling, he had confidence when he knew what he was talking about. He knew this.

"You could toss a sex tape out there and make enough to deal with whatever's stressing you out financially. I'm positive, " he started, smirking as if to reinforce the joke. "But I'm also pretty sure you don't want your fifteen minutes of fame to be for getting fucked on camera, so we need to start thinking strategically."

He nudged the laptop back, folding hands on his chest before abruptly sinking back into his seat. Semi-reclined, he'd never taken his eyes off of hers. "Same end-result. But we need to sell this thing like it's as real as possible, and that means a lot of videos. A lot. Of videos." Dry and deadpan, he once again paused to let his words sink in. "We need to figure out how often we're gonna do these- What a realistic schedule might look like for us."
 
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