"This car now slls pussy," Two-bit joked with a booming laugh as Sasha and I got into the Raptor.
I ignored him, getting in beside him in the passenger seat.
He raised his hands. "Why are you grumpy? You don’t look like soone who just had a threeso."
Sasha laughed, buckling her seatbelt in the back.
"Why are you laughing, ma’am? Was he a terrible fuck? Did he bust his nut quickly?" Two-bit said in a curious voice, looking at Sasha in the rearview mirror.
"I wasn’t part of the scene, man, I was outside the script," I told him quickly before Sasha could say it, my face burning.
"Damn, so you were just standing there watching shit happen and getting extra horny and shit?" he said. Then he roared into a laughter that rocked the car. "That’s painful, bro, watching won fuck in front of you but you can’t join them... I hate being you...."
"Just drive the fucking car," I said, trying to dismiss the topic. Sasha deliberately joined in on the laughter from the back seat, kicking my seat gently.
The whole journey back ho was a pain as they kept throwing jokes related to the exclusion from the scene. My irritation was palpable, but deep down, I knew they were right. It was painful to be excluded, especially with a size increase that needed imdiate testing.
"Be here tomorrow, sa ti I picked up today. Be ready when I get here," Two-bit said as we got off his car.
"I will be ready," I told him, then followed Sasha. I caught up to her as she was unlocking her door.
"I wanted to talk to you, Sasha, but I couldn’t get the chance since you spent most of your ti with your new rich client," I said.
She paused, then rolled her eyes. "I told you she’s just a client. I didn’t know she was part of Red Eye’s crew. Even if I did, it’s not your business who I sleep with. I have got nothing to do with whatever you got yourself into."
I paused, studying her, watching the color on her cheeks. She was furious. She was right, though. I didn’t own her.
"You look cute when you are angry," I said, taking a closer step. I put my hand on her cheek. "You are right, Sasha. I shouldn’t pry into your business. I’m sorry. We just got wrapped in an entirely different conversation. I want to talk about mybusiness."
I kept my voice level and professional, shifting the tone entirely.
I could see her lightening up, her anger subsiding into curiosity.
"You are doing phenonal work, Sasha. Your professionalism and on-cara presence are exceptional. I’m genuinely impressed with your talent and reliability," I said.
"Can you just cut the chase and get to the point?" she said, though the hostility was gone.
I removed my hand on her cheek, then inhaled deeply.
"I need your help, Sasha," I said. "I told you that I owe Big Mom a serious amount of money, and the repaynt clock is running out fast."
"You need money then?" she cut in.
"No... I an, yes... But not directly from you," I said. "The two scenes we’ve produced generated great initial revenue, but to hit a million dollars in monthly recurring revenue, I need scale. I need to move beyond single-scene productions at a rented condo."
"So what kind of help do you need then?" she asked, her arms crossing, suddenly intrigued.
"I’m establishing a production studio. I need a constant flow of high-quality content. What I need from you, Sasha, is your professional network. I need reliable, experienced talent—won who are active in sex work and who are willing to commit to regular shoots for high, guaranteed pay."
"Oh," She said, her faced almost surprised by the sudden, massive business proposal.
"I need volu, Sasha," I pressed, keeping my voice urgent. "If you can source the girls, I can guarantee the paychecks. Think of it: consistent, guaranteed inco for your colleagues. I need five professional talents on retainer in the next two weeks to launch this studio properly. You know the best; can you make the introductions?"
Sasha chewed on her lip, calculating. "I know several girls who fit that profile exactly. They’re professional, they understand contracts, and they’re looking for stability. I can definitely try and convince them to sign on. They trust my judgnt."
"Fantastic. What do I owe you for this kind of recruitnt?"
Sasha’s smile was sharp and businesslike. "If I’m building your studio’s talent foundation, I need a piece of the action. I need a small cut—a talent agent fee, really. 15% of the gross paynt of every girl I bring in, for their first three scenes only. That percentage ensures I bring you only the best, most reliable talent."
"Fifteen percent for three scenes? Done," I agreed instantly, ntally calculating the cost versus the exponential growth. "Start making those calls tonight. I need nas and availability by the ti I pick you up tomorrow."
I went into my room then imdiately began working on the laptop.
I began by editing the lesbian scene. I quickly scrubbed through the 30-minute raw footage of Jess and Sasha, applying the color grading and quick cuts that made the raw desire feel palpable. Then I worked on the thumbnails, selecting the most provocative shots.
I made a 5-minute sizzle clip for free subscribers—enough to drive them insane—and polished up the full 30-minute scene for my paying subscribers. The entire package was uploaded and automated. I would give Jess her own copy of the scene when I t her tomorrow at the gym.
After that, I took a shower, the cold water finally dulling the lingering effects of Sasha’s ministrations. I ca back to sit on the computer and started serious work. I began researching the adult film industry, the pros and cons, and exactly how to open and register a studio. After all, I was expanding and opening a real production house, as I had just promised Big Mom.
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