There was one day left for the scheduled meeting with Red Eye. I still had no idea who he was, what he wanted, or where "the spot" was. The anxiety was a persistent, cold knot in my stomach. I tried to suppress it by focusing on the one thing I could control which was my body. I went to the gym again, using the physical pain to drown out the existential fear of the unknown.
I met Jess at the usual time. She didn't waste any time with small talk.
"Your second video, the Nuru one, is much better," she said, leaning against the squat rack. "The cinematography is clean, and Sasha is incredible. You look dominant in that second half."
"But?" I prompted, bracing myself for the professional analysis.
"But your first video, 'Neighbourly Intervention'..." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "It's genuinely bad, Druski. And that's what's pulling your overall like percentage down to 28%. You look completely lost. You're nervous, you finish fast, and your body doesn't look like it belongs in the frame. The only thing saving it is the novelty of the situation and the girl's performance."
Her critique was harsh, but undeniable. It validated my decision to focus on Stamina and physique.
"What do you suggest?" I asked.
"You're already doing it," she said, nodding toward my arms. "You've gained definition in three days. Keep doing what we're doing. But for performance, you need to add technique. You need to control your climax, build a rhythm, and maintain character. You're an actor, right? Act like it."
I nodded, absorbing her advice. Her analysis, backed by her own success in the adult sphere, was invaluable.
It struck me then that I hadn't checked how the second video had performed since uploading it.
"How many views does the Nuru massage video have?" I asked her.
She looked at me almost confused, then she smiled. "Five hundred thousand, I guess."
I froze. My breath caught, and my heart pounded fast.
"Fiv-five hundred thousand views, are you sure?" I stammered.
"Dude, don't you check on your own videos?" she asked, laughing.
I pulled out my phone and logged in to the site.
"What the actual fuck....."
The video had 527k views, and the numbers were still climbing exponentially. This video had performed dramatically better than the first one. It had a staggering 71% likes.
The comments section was ablaze. Many were focused on Sasha's performance—they loved her, they masturbated to her, and they definitely wanted to fuck her.
This time, however, there was a difference. Amidst the praise for Sasha, there was a direct, targeted compliment for me.
It was from a user in Brazil:
[I want to be fucked like that]
That brought me intense excitement. A shred of hope. Somebody liked my fucking techniques. The tip jar had gone up, totaling $789 now.
But the biggest win? I checked my subscriptions. I had 1,033 subscribers. That milestone needed to be celebrated.
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[SWAGGER: +1 Point Applied (Current: 7/10)]
(Note: A viral hit and first positive personal feedback greatly increased confidence.)
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I stood there, still processing the wave of success from the Hub. The jump to 71% likes and 1,033 subscribers was dizzying.
"Wow.... just wow. This is..... I hadn't expected this," I stammered, scratching the back of my head. The professional validation was overwhelming.
"Well, you're doing great for an amateur," Jess said, her eyes intense. "And that girl is fire.... She's a natural slut.... I wouldn't mind getting down with her."
I looked at her with surprise. "You are lesbian?"
She smiled, a slow, confident curve of her lips. "I swing both ways, bro. Didn't you pick up on that?"
"Oh.... wow. Today is just full of surprises," I murmured.
"The way she sucks your cock... man, I can only imagine her eating my pussy," she continued, completely open. "I hope she's into girls."
I closed my eyes for a brief moment, and the image flashed vividly in my mind. I could picture Sasha—all oiled-up confidence and rhythmic control, eating Jess's pussy. Then, the fantasy expanded into a thrilling possibility of a threesome. I could see them at it, kissing with reckless abandon, their taut, athletic bodies (Jess's) and soft, oiled curves (Sasha's) touching and scissoring.
Then, the two of them looking up at me, inviting me back in. The thought sent a jolt of intense, primal heat through me.
"I'm not sure if she does girls. I have seen her with men only," I told her, trying to regain my focus.
"Could you ask her for me...?" Jess said, her voice dropping, making it sound like a request for vital, secret information.
"Ask what?"
"If she's into girls too," Jess repeated, her gaze unflinching.
It was a small, stinging moment of reality. She wasn't attracted to me right now. All she saw was a means to an end, a scrawny guy who knew the hot slut she wanted to collaborate with.
"Sure," I said, trying to hide the slight sting of being used as a middleman. "I will do that."
The sting of being a mere intermediary faded as a wave of pure entrepreneurial focus hit me. Jess wanted access to my rising star, Sasha. I held the keys to that partnership. This wasn't about friendship or favors; this was business, and my business was content.
"Sure," I said, suppressing my personal disappointment. "I can definitely ask Sasha, but you need to know a couple of things first. This isn't just a hookup; it's professional time."
Jess waited, her arms crossed, sensing the shift in my tone from friendly trainee to cold-blooded producer.
"You will have to pay her $700 dollars of course. She doesn't do porn for free, even if it's for another woman," I stated, establishing the baseline.
"That's not a problem," Jess affirmed instantly. "I'm willing to pay."
I looked at her, searching for the proper leverage. I had her. She was desperate to work with Sasha, and I was the gateway.
I took a step closer, leaning into the same low, conspiratorial whisper she had used earlier. My Swaggerwas fully engaged now, turning this into a power play.
"The money covers Sasha's time," I explained, my eyes holding hers. "But if I make this introduction, I need a cut. I am an actor, yes, but I am also a producer building a brand that just hit 1,000 subscribers. If I set up a scene this big—you, the fitness cam girl, and Sasha, the oil-massage queen—that is going to be viral gold."
I let the idea hang in the air.
"My price is simple," I continued, firm and unyielding. "I will only agree to hook you up with Sasha if you allow me to shoot the scene, edit the final cut, and publish it exclusively on my channel, on the XXX Global Hub. It's a three-way partnership. Sasha gets her money, you get the scene you want, and I get the explosive content I need to keep growing."
Jess's smile vanished. She saw the deal for what it was—a high-stakes negotiation where she had to trade control for opportunity. Her expression was calculating, weighing her desire for Sasha against her desire to control her own cam content.