Thomas hummed, unimpressed. “You’re giving yourself away too cheaply.” He sighed. “You’ve got to tease them, Scott. Give them snapshots. A couple of seconds. You need a better camera. Two preferably. And a microphone. You need good lighting, and for yesterday’s boxer shortsnotto be in shot at the top of the bed.”
Scott gaped. He tried to kick-start his voice, but it wouldn’t work.
“You need to edit your videos, find the best angle.” Thomas sighed. “Stop going for cheap and amateur when you are neither.”
“I…I…” Scott’s eyes burned.
“It wasn’t a compliment; I’m just stating facts. I found that article about the cam boy earning 50K a week, and I subscribed to his channel.”
Scott narrowed his eyes. “Traitor.”
“Do you want to know why he’s so popular… It’s because he knows how to touch himself.”
“And I don’t?”
“No. Camboy 101 looks like he’s enjoying himself. He might not be, it might be an act, a performance, but he stares down the camera and makes you feel like he is. He even got a reaction out of me.” Thomas licked his lips, and his gaze grew hazy.
“You like using sex toys to make people come, surely jerking off is too vanilla for you.”
Thomas nodded. “It is, but I look at him and wonder what he’d look like if he had a vibrator inside him while he did that…but your videos… I cringed.”
Scott wanted to snap back but couldn’t.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted softly.
“I know. I saw.”
“I know how to be an escort. I know the role I’ve got to play, and how to go about it, and sex is easy when someone has paid for it. That money exchange was normally all the foreplay either of us needed. But this…” He shook his head. “It’s like you said, there are millions of profiles, all over the world. How am I meant to stand out and get an audience?”
“For starters, you’re going to delete those videos, film some well-made content, take some suggestive photographs, and then you’ll upload.”
“But I need to make money now.”
Thomas’s brow furrowed. “You’ll make more if you wait and upload quality over quantity.”
Scott slid his gaze from Thomas. “You said you didn’t want to be involved.”
“That was before I saw how terrible you are at it.”
“I’m not that bad –”
“Do you really think Camboy 101 makes his millions on his own? He has a cameraman, someone who’s telling him what to do, where to look, when to touch, so here’s what we’re going to do –”
“We?”
“Yes. We. Janice said I need a new hobby, and as I don’t have the patience for crocheting or flower arranging, this will do.”
“You want me to be your hobby?” Scott frowned. “And who the hell is Janice?”
Thomas ignored his questions. “I propose three videos. One of you sliding your hand down your abdomen into your boxers, then we cut.”
Scott blinked. “Okay…”
“One with ‘cum’ running from the hollow of your throat between your pecs, then we cut.”
Scott nodded.
“And one with cum shining on your face while you bite your full bottom lip, then. We. Cut.”
