“Jesus,” I mutter, spinning my chair around to put his business proposal on my desk. “I’ll read it tonight, after I finish my homework, but I’m not making any promises. Switching gears from sex for fun to sex for work might not be something I can do.”
“Well, we aren’t going to start with intercourse anyway. We’ll be working up to that, so by the time we get there, you should be mentally prepared for it.” He stands and grabs his backpack. “I have a faculty meeting. I’ll bring back tacos for supper.”
“Sounds great.”
Without another word, he runs out of my room and leaves me to wonder how this is the dude I claim as my best friend.
Thatfucker.
Magnus gave me a deadline for thinking about this. If we want to follow his business plan, he needs to order the equipment next week. He’s given me a week to decide if I want to become a porn actor. The thing is, his business model is sustainable and really won’t interfere with either of our studies, and his scripts, while minimalistic, stick to our personalities perfectly. We both have schedules that we keep, and in hisproposal, he added an amended schedule that will give us time to create content with minimal impact on our study schedule.
And the potential income is reasonable with his growth and advertising plan. I can actually see myself doing this, which is a weird thing for me to realize.
It’s ridiculous that he’s managed to logic his way into making it seem unwise to turn this down. The only reason we couldn’t do this is if I am physically unable to get a boner, and again, it’s weird to even think about testing that.
However, before I can make a real decision about pursuing this or not, I need to know if I can get off with him, because in porn, the cum shot is the money shot, and I’m not going to do a half-assed job if we do this. We have a movie night scheduled Friday night, so we can use that time to see if this is even possible.
If he wants to make porn, he’d better have thought of the prep for it.
Fucker.
Chapter 2
Magnus
Dr. Evelyn Marconnipeers at me over the lenses of her reading glasses. She became the chair of the mathematics department of the university two years ago, and has been aggressively trying to recruit me to work solely for her since. I like math, I enjoy theoretical math more than anything, but I would get bored if I was stuck with only math for the rest of my career. I need neuroscience, sociology, and Chinese studies too. Well, I’d probably be just as happy with Russian or Spanish studies, but the point is: I need diversity or I get bored.
Bored Magnus does unpredictable things. Like hack into movie studios to poke around or government agencies to find out if some random conspiracy has an element of truth to it. Bored Magnus doesn’t care about the legal ramifications of his actions. He just needs some stimulation.
“Mr. Lancaster, why am I reading a business plan for an adult content studio?”
“Because the university’s ethics rules are vague about pornography as an outside means of income. I need to know if I need to quit my teaching positions in order to make porn as a side hustle.” I learned that term from one of my third year students who buys and sells collectibles online.
“Magnus, do you need money? You can take a full time position with the math department and your salary will increase.”
Ugh. “No, Dr. Marconni. I’m going to make porn. I just need to know if it will lead to an ethical inquiry. For some reason, some universities stigmatize sex-work and refuse to acknowledge that sex-work is a legitimate career and has been for all of human history. I’d rather know now if creating a pornographic video series will cause me to lose my job or my student status. If it will, I’ll need to find a more progressive university to work with.”
Dr. Marconni flinches at the idea of losing all the funding I bring into the university and shakes her head. “I will have to ask the dean. Let me get back to you.”
Ha.
“My first video will go live tonight. Let me know before then,” I tell her, cutting off her indefinite timeline that she would have likely used as an excuse to keep me from pursuing this. I predict Trent will want to experiment and fully intend to film it as our first video, which I scripted for him so he wouldn’t be surprised. Hopefully he read the scripts. “I’m also going to propose a research study from this experience, should that come up in your talk with the dean. I think this will make interesting sociology research.”
She flounders for a moment before slumping in defeat. “If I can’t get a hold of the dean, the fact that the ethics rules do not specifically mention the creation and distribution of pornography as a reason for dismissal means that you’re not likely to have to deal with an ethical inquiry. You’re too valuable a resource, and we both know it. Thank you for the heads up, though. I’ll make sure the appropriate people know about your ‘side hustle’ slash research.”
I hop out of my chair, smiling widely. “Thank you, Dr. Marconni. I knew I came to the correct department chair.”
I had the choice of three that I could have spoken to, but the psychology department probably would have tried to psychoanalyze me before giving in, and the sociology department would have desperately attempted to get me to give up the idea of making porn for my research and would have handed me grant applications to get money to study the porn industry instead. The mathematics department isn’t invested in the outcome of this business venture.
“Get out of here, Magnus. You’re slowly killing me every time you refuse to take on a full time position in our department,” she complains, curling her lip at me and accepting my hug. The woman practically raised me, so this is a mother’s complaint, not a boss’s complaint.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll send you the link to my site,” I tell her as I walk out the door, pulling up an email to her on my phone.
“Do not!” I hear her shout when I’m halfway down the hall.
I wonder who she’s talking to?
Chapter 3
