“Think about it, Cody. We could do some dirty cosplay. People love that shit!” The fur on the back of his neck stood straight as he grinned. “I love Halloween, and it could be Halloween every week.”
“This sounds like a lot of work. You’ve got to get the costumes, record us, edit the video, advertise somehow, and you have to upload often. Are you sure you’re up for that much work?”
“Well, I was hoping you’d handle all the boring, non-sex stuff.”
I sank my fingernails into his leg as I tried to not lose my temper.
“Ow ow ow,” he said, prying my hand away.
“And what the hell are you going to do?”
“Well, I’ll get the costumes and let you ride my dick.”
His audacity once again left me speechless.
“Find an actual job, Roscoe.”
“All right, I’ll do the editing, but I don’t got a computer.” He paused and gave me a nudge. “Hey, you got a laptop, don’t ya?”
“You’re not editing porn on my computer.” That was a little louder than I intended, and it garnered a few stares fromhumans sitting closer to us. I lowered my voice. “Sounds like you need to earn some money first to buy the equipment.”
“Can’t you just loan me the money?”
“What money, Roscoe? We need income now, and you’re the only one who can walk into a business without getting thrown out.”
“Damn, youreallydon’t know me that well.”
“Get a fucking job.”
He let out a wistful whine. “I’ll see if Darryl’s company is hiring temporary lifeguards.”
I poked Roscoe’s protruding gut. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so much as walk at a brisk pace. You’re too fat to be a lifeguard.”
“I’m a werewolf, and I’m buoyant,” he grunted, flexing one arm while patting his stomach with the other. “I’m in the best shape of my life.”
“I guess round could count as a shape.”
Roscoe dropped his arms and laughed. “Okay, maybe a lifeguard is pushin’ it a bit.”
“Just find a little part-time gig so we can eat. Maybe once I start getting money, I’ll give you a loan for a computer, and I’ll dress up in your costumes. You’re responsible for everything else.”
A contemplative hum left his nose as he sat back in his seat, seeming to give my proposal some thought.
“I’ve never used a computer before.”
“If you can use a smartphone, you can use a computer.” I scratched my head. “Wait a minute, how do you have an OnlyStans account? I’ve never even seen you use a phone except for mine.”
“Ah, see I got this buddy—”
“Never mind,” I interrupted. “You’re going to need to figure all this shit out, because I’ll be busy trying not to kill you.”
“All right. But I get most of the money.”
“That’s fair. You can cut me in for thirty-five percent.”
“Thirty,” he said.
“Thirty-six.”
