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Just to Make a Little Money {darkest_fate&dmm4kes}

Greetings were exchanged, April smiling, matching his own smile with one of her own. Strange, but it almost seemed like his apartment had better lighting now, way better than April would've expected. But at least they were both comfortably dressed, definitely not like two people about to engage in some sort of weird sexual activity (though April supposed that it was only her who was going to do anything sexual; Sebastian was more of a director... though given how nice he'd been, April didn't think she could really begrudge him if he wanted to play with himself while watching her or anything; in fact, that might even be kind of hot... in an abstract way).

"Sure thing," she said, sliding onto the couch before he even finished. Wine coolers sounded too good to resist, and she was popping back up even as he kept talking. His reentry drew her attention back, but she at least kept going until she had a wine cooler from the fridge. After a moment, she drew another, coming along back to sit near the tub.

April leaned up, studying the tote. She absently set both wine coolers down on the nearest table, shifting to try and look through the container with her stage name attached. Just seeing it printed there nearly made her giggle on her own. Sebastian's words drew a more serious expression, and her gaze.

"Right," she said, nodding. She drew a hand up to brush back some hair. "I actually did some googling and stuff. It's normal to have, like a few a week, right? But there's no way we can film that much, so we'd probably need to do batches? Like, I'm thinking we could probably do one a week?" She winced. That would bite into her schedule, but she did technically have Sundays off. She shifted again. "Plus, they don't all have to be, like, super sexy or anything. I mean, we could do some kinda tier system. Like, low tier gets to see flirty Lucky," she started gesturing, leaning forward to grab the bottle, "mid tier gets, like, me masturbating or something. Then the high tier gets to, I don't know, have more fun? See me on some kinda machine or something?" she shrugged, before unscrewing the bottle and taking a swig. She actually had notes on this, but she'd left them at home, figuring that she wanted to look as natural as possible. There had been one that read: male talent? with several circles around it. She really just needed a penis, and she technically had one sitting just a few feet from her.

Yeah, she didn't think she could do that, for a number of reasons.
 
Sebastian plucked a bottled water from the nearby, turning it back only to down half its contents in a pseudo chug. It was clear he hadn't quite expected April to take so much initiatve in the whole thing, but it was exciting to hear her ideas. He nodded intently as she offered them, livening up at key (and predictable) points. By the time she finished, he was wearing a small grin; truly an unusual expression for him.

"You've been doing your homework. That's fantastic."

"Yeah, a couple times a week is probably sustainable as long as we're thoughtful, right?" The pause was purely rhetorical, and he wouldn't wait for her to chime in before he went on. "So I think a tiered approach works good. There'll be guys who'll get on just to chat with you about whatever the fuck. So maybe we do a couple where you're just playing games, talking entertainment, and hanging out. Basically your own glorified Wine-about-it" He had no idea whether or not she'd heard of the short-lived webseries, but he was more than content to supply April with a bottle of wine every week if it meant she'd sit there, drink it, and act flirty while he got to watch.

"I like the tiers thing," he went on, nodding emphatically while peering intently ahead. He was studying her carefully; as if maybe he'd glean something that told him she wasn't quite equipped for the business venture he had in mind. Truth be told, Sebastian had never been an ambitious go-getter in the world of business. This marriage of technology and smut, however, was intensely appealing; and that had something to do with the fact that he could make a lot of money off the young woman sitting in front of him. And she was only too happy to participate. Hell, she was already talking about masturbating, and a machine didn't entail a whole lot more than a real guy.

"Yeah, exactly," he reassured, letting that grin smolder into something more like a smirk. By the time his eyes were tempted to rove her once again, Sebastian opted instead to jump to his feet and shuffle over to the tub. There, he started digging through a mix of folded and packaged garments. He tossed a few out (1, 2, 3) onto the cushion next to her. Of course, they were only a fraction of the tote's contents. "We've got a nice mix of stuff. I figure we'll get enough feedback that we can start buying more a few months in. But this should tide us over. Might even be a few things you already have that we can incorporate, too."
 
Nods as he agreed with her idea, then a smile as he kept agreeing. Tiered approach: yeah, they could definitely do that. April didn't recognize the title of whatever it was that Sebastian threw out there, but it wasn't too hard to figure out what something called "wine about it" would entail. Plus, she could probably try something? She'd have to at least try nerdy things, and it wouldn't be that much of a stretch.

"Oh wow," she said as outfits appeared. April reached for them, eyeing each in turn. Had she given him her measurements? She thought she had? Maybe? She checked a few tags and, yeah, these would definitely fit her in all the right ways. At the mention of a few of her own things, however, April blushed. "Uh, hate to spoil your illusions, but I don't have anything nearly this sexy anywhere in my closet," she said, holding up the purple thing. "like, it's supportive bras and seamless panties all the way," she took another swig of the cooler, leaning back to think for a moment. Was there anything in there? She couldn't think of a damn thing, which was actually sort of frustrating.

"Are they all sexy clothes?" she asked, bouncing back. She slid down, then stood up, leaning over the tub, careful to keep her drink far away from it, or , well, as much as possible. "I definitely think we can, like, get it as we go. Oh," she patted Sebastian's arm, "I remember reading something about girls selling panties and stuff they wore online? That sounds kinda skeevy, but if a guy really wants to wank off into a pair of my panties for fifty bucks?" April shrugged. "Plus, we could, like," she fingered some of the outfits, "sell stuff I use in videos and all. No repeats."

She stepped back, taking another swig before looking it over. "Oh, and I did think about toys and stuff? I've got," she held up a finger, "like, one plastic, um, female pleasure device, but I bookmarked a few sites and stuff for looking at later. Maybe we could even do some kinda weird crowdfunding thing? Like," she gestured, "my fans throw in money and whatever they buy I use in a video or something?" she shrugged. It sounded like a good idea to her. Perfectly harmless fun, right?
 
Sebastian went on digging while they were talking, tossing out the occasional item as he went.

Are they all sexy clothes?

"Nah," Sebastian answered, tossing out a rather haphazardly non-folded babydoll tee out onto her lap. "I got a mix of stuff I think should resonate with our market, but I want to keep things kinda fluid, too. Let you find your comfort zone with this thing," he rambled, tossing a few more items out before feeling confident he'd given her a nice cross section of the tub's contents. The lanky thirty-something meandered back to his seat, dabbing sleep from his eyes as he sank back down and folded arms over his chest. He gave a small but thoughtful smile as she suggested selling and even soiling some of the garments for later sale.

"Now you're thinking. There's no reason we can't sell pretty much anything you're willing to part with." Behind the scenes, Sebastian was kind of intimdated. Up until now, he'd thought himself the perverted one, but April was clearly either keen on her research or at least partially intrigued. In either case, this was only getting more enticing.

"Bring it next time," he interjected when she mentioned the toy. Only half his enthusiasm hinged on the idea of watching her use it. The voyeur in him simply wanted a deeper glimpse into who this young woman really was. He'd never have guessed any of this stuff about her up until she'd approached him. "The dildo, I mean. If we're buying new stuff, you could probably sell that for a pretty penny, too. Members-only auction or something like that would be a Hell of a kickoff promotion." He smirked, forcing a word she'd avoided into the conversation. Before she had a chance to say anything, he went on.

"So we'll do a mix of stuff. Last time was the interview, and we'll weave some other casual stuff in there. I was thinking about setting a stream or something up so you could even play games with people on cam." He gave a small shrug; if only to play down his own interest in a gamer nerd quite so hot at this one. "But, so far as today goes, we probably need to step it up a little. Assuming you're up to record today?" He gave a nod, gesturing to her attire. While he could guess that April was uncomfortable with the idea of being on camera in such a casual state, he knew guys would eat it up.
 
"Oh hey, that's cute," she said, eying it. April actually recognized the character: she had more than her share of experience with nerd and nerd culture and all. Plus she liked the idea of searching out a comfort zone. It was one thing to go around researching all this information, collating it together, giving it to Sebastian like a report she was particularly proud of. It would be another entirely.

"I'm sure I can part with some stuff," she said, shrugging. 'Probably not a bad idea to pick favorites anyway," she leaned over to keep looking through the tub. How had he gotten so much in a such a relatively short amount of time? April checked tags, noting that while most of them were a bit on the small size for what she liked, particularly given her chest, they were all at least in the ballpark of her actual size.

A flush crept up as he all but ordered her to bring the toy. Again: talking about it was one thing. But the closest April had gotten to doing something was a bit of 'you touch mine, I'll touch yours" which had been decidedly weird. "Oh yeah, totally, "She agreed, nodding, trying to wave it off, but she couldn't really say anything more, given the time.

"Uh, right," she said, flushing. "I guess I'm ready? Like, I'm guessing by kick it up you mean," she gestured, "doing naughty stuff, right? Should, like, I get into something else first? These are kinda my sloppy fat pants," she plucked at the sweats. "I doubt anyone wants to see me in these."
 
"Yeah, exactly." Sebastian nodded at a bit of a delay, confirming April's assumption about naughty stuff. Something about the guy seemed distant and aloof in a way that he hadn't been before. Was he still half asleep? Or was he just trying way too hard to appear as though this wasn't the highlight of his fucking year?

"Hey," he eventually shot back with a grin. "Sloppy fat pants can be sexy, too. It'll be cool for viewers to feel like they're getting the 'real' you, you know? But -- to your point -- maybe that's best saved for later." Contemplating it a moment more, he gave a decisive nod.

"Yeah. Let's aim for something casual today; something you'd realistically be wearing on a Thursday afternoon where you either had shit to do or were about to go out and do shit." Motives and state of mind aside, Sebastian had a vision for Lucky's premiere, and he was hoping she'd buy into it. "If that means you need to put makeup on, that's fine. Defiitely a change of outfit."

And then, in the ensuing silence, he allowed himself to think once more on that all-important factor: How far would she go? "We don't have to plan the whole thing out, but you should be considering how far you want to let it go today. At the very least, we need to show some skin." He let that sink in, and if there was no adverse reaction, he pushed it just a little. "Ideally, you can get off for the camera, but if you're not relaxed, we might as well save it until you get there. I want to make sure you're not acting any more than you have to. It shatters the illusion."
 
April fought the urge to roll her eyes again. Really? Sloppy fat pants could be sexy? He had to stop flattering her. Plus she wasn't entirely sure about letting her viewers anywhere near the real version of her. This already had some creep factor to it without offering too much encouragement... then again, she did need to be somewhat real. Wasn't that part of her character?

Casual. "So, uh, like a t-shirt and jeans or something?" asked April, tilting her head and pursing her lips. "Oh, maybe I could, like, wear one of those cute tees," she started digging around again. "And, like, I have a few pairs of jeans that are sort of casual but not, like, super casual." She paused, mid-rifle, to consider what he was saying next. They did need a plan, didn't they? There had to be a direction here, somewhere for her to go.

Skin yes, definitely. That kind of came with it. Ideally she'd be able to get off... could she? She tapped the box, considering. It would be... weird, but this whole thing was kind of weird when it came down to it. "Well, I don't know?" she admitted, turning to look at him. "But, like, we should probably try, don't you think? The whole point of this is that eventually I'm going to have to get off in front of people. We could probably even tell them I'm super shy because it's my first time. Maybe put it as a tease vid? I just," she reached down to her crotch area, flicking a finger, "open the jeans and sort of stroke or something? Not let people see anything ,but they can tell?"

That sounded like a plan to April. Though she was flushing just thinking about it. She settled back down, looking at herself. This felt more and more absurd. They were already so into it though. But would people actually pay money to see her do stuff like that?

"I don't know, what do you think?" she asked, looking up. "You're the expert here, right?" She let out a slight laugh, reaching up to brush back some hair. Like either of them had a wealth of experience in camming.
 
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