He didn’t have to leave the mansion, and no one would know where the videos were being filmed. It was easy enough to set up an account and get started, and in his head, he’d be making tens of thousands within a few days.
“I read an article a few weeks ago about a guy who makes fifty grand a week, jerking off on camera…and I thought I could do that. It can’t be a hard transition, can it? Escort to cam guy?”
Thomas stared at him. Scott waited for some kind of reaction, but there wasn’t one.
“How do you feel about me making videos in my bedroom?”
Thomas shuddered. “I’m only three years older than you. Thanks for making me feel like I’m a perverted grandad, and it’s notyourbedroom; it’s the room I’ve given you to stay in for a month.”
“How do you feel about it?”
Thomas shrugged. “I feel… I feel like it must be a lot safer than escorting.”
Scott widened his eyes in surprise. “Yes. I guess.”
“Is that what you were talking about with Carly earlier?”
“No.” Scott laughed. “That was…that was about something else.”
“I hope you’re not expecting me to…get involved.”
“Of course not. I know you find me repulsive. I know your idea of great sex involves devices that vibrate, twitch and spin in circles. You told me when we were inside.”
Thomas nodded.
“And I can transfer some money, you know, for rent,” Scott added to sweeten the deal.
“First, you make me feel like a grandad and now a pimp.”
Scott laughed softly.
“I don’t want your money, Scott.” Thomas glanced back at the mansion. “I don’t need it…and if you ask me, right now, for £100,000, I’ll give it to you.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Scott frowned. “You’d judge me, though, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You’d think I was a shit friend, only coming here for your money.”
Thomas nodded. “Yes. I’d think that. And we were never friends. So why would it matter what I’d think?”
“We were cellmates.” Scott bit his lip. “Good cellmates.”
Thomas didn’t agree or disagree.
“Thank you for the offer of £100,000, but I’m going to have to decline.”
Thomas smiled at him, a big, beautiful smile, but then he ruined it by slipping his forked tongue out.
“Gross,” Scott said, wrinkling his nose.
Thomas laughed. “Yes, Scott. I grant my permission for you to make amateur pornography in my house to earn 100K.”
Scott nudged Thomas with his elbow. “You’re the best ex-cellmate anyone could ask for.”
