“I wonder how many times people’ve called you a nerd,” he muttered before sitting back on the bench. His tail wagged, which immediately set off alarm bells. “Hey, I’ve got an idea.”
“Can’t wait to hear it.”
“You remember how I said I had an OnlyStans?”
“Yeah,” I replied, growing more irritated by the second. “And three hundred dollars a month isn’t going to cut it.”
“Well, I could get more…” He flashed his brows. “If I had a nice half-turn to share the screen time with.”
“No.”
He playfully shoved me. “Werewolf accounts featuring half-turns are where the money’s at. The nastier the sex, the more we make.”
“I’m probably going to regret asking this. Why?”
“Cause half-turns look kind of human, and I could do stuff to you I can’t with a regular guy, for obvious reasons. It’s a fetish thing, and people love that shit.”
“Absolutely disgusting.”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t love what we did in that shower.”
“That’s different. It’s not in front of a camera with a bunch of goons jerking off to it.”
“Pretend the camera ain’t there, and it’s not like you’re ever gonna see any of those people.”
He had a point.
“So, hypothetically… how much could we make doing that?”
Roscoe’s tail pounded the bench.
“Hypothetically,” I repeated, a little sterner.
“Well, that depends. What are ya willing to do?”
“And with that question, I’m no longer interested.”
His tail stopped wagging. “Okay, okay. We don’t gotta do anything too gross, but it can’t just be vanilla, either.”
“It’s your account. Come up with something interesting that doesn’t make me want to vomit.”
“All right, all right. Yer giving this consideration, so that’s good at least.” He grabbed the bags as the bus rolled to a stop in front of us. “You like bondage?”
I returned that question with another glare.
“I’ll put that in my back pocket then.” He walked up the steps of the bus with me following. “What about e-stim? Ever stuck an electric metal rod in your pee hole before?”
My face got hot as we walked down the aisle to the back of the bus, people staring.
“Can we not talk about this right now?” I whispered. “Idiot.”
“Hey, if we’re gonna go into business together, I gotta know what you like,” he said, setting the bags down before taking his seat. “I think I’ve got a great idea.”
“If the wordCaligulaleaves your mouth—”
“Costumes.”
“Excuse me?”
