Chapter 1
Jules
Four Years Later
“Now, slowly slide your hand from your chest down to your stomach, feel the flesh there. Dig your nails in, a reminder of what a good boy you are,” I purr into the mic, chuckling a few seconds later as if I can see the person doing these actions.
This is all pre-recorded though. It’s a scene I’m setting, not one I’m participating in live.
“Beautiful,” I continue. “Look how desperate you are to be touched. No, you can’t wrap your hand around your cock yet.
I want you to stroke along the edge of the base, teasing.
I want you to leak for me. Can you be a good boy and leak? ”
I sigh as I finish up the scene and sit back in the seat, the yawn coming out of nowhere as I finalize the file and shoot it across to the client who requested it.
Voice scenes are a lucrative part of my cam business, bringing in about twenty percent of my income.
They aren’t cheap, but because my brand has been built on mystery and a darker, gothic aesthetic, requests roll in.
Five minutes after I send the audio clip, a message pops up along with a very generous tip.
I smirk. Another good boy. My good boys definitely fund my lifestyle, even if I can’t be showy.
Being anonymous takes most of the effort anyways.
I can’t let anyone know who I really am.
Not even the people I work with know, and my personal assistant has literally helped shove my boobs into a corset before. Yet she doesn’t know my last name.
Another email pops up before I can close down my laptop and I frown when I see the subject line.
COLLABORATION REQUEST – PLEASE WORK WITH US!
All caps. Desperate sounding. Hungry.
I click it open and read through the email.
Good evening, Ms. Vanta Vyxxxen.
My name is Cash and I’m one of three parts of The Velvet Rodeo.
We’re an up and coming successful business that’s looking for collaboration with beautiful cam workers like yourself.
We offer a generous profit share and a damn good time.
Our stats are attached to this email so you can see our growth and trajectory as well as all our links to see some example work.
These three cowboys would be thrilled to work with you out in Steele, Wyoming, for a three-week collaboration. I look forward to hearing from you.
Cash (BootScootNBooty)
1/3 of The Velvet Rodeo
I click the attachments to view their growth and raise my brows in surprise.
Oh, they’re growing rapidly. Their channel is only a year old, too, but they’re doing very well for themselves.
Cam cowboys? I get why it’d be popular. When I click on the links of their example work, I really understand how they’re growing so fast. Clearly, they know what they’re doing.
“Holy shit,” I whisper as I watch video after video of cleverly edited videos and perfectly taken photos.
I check the location on a map and study the city nestled between two mountain ranges.
Well, it’s not too far of a drive. Three weeks is a little long, but it makes sense when there are three of them and we’d have to work out the collaboration logistics.
But I can’t just do a collaboration without rules and protections.
One slip up, and my family will find me.
It’s why I never show my face on my streams. Facial recognition software has gotten too good and it’s not like I have a beard to hide behind.
So, I wear masks in all my content or use some creative angles to make sure I’m not recognized.
But if I join this collaboration, they’ll see my face, which means I must have rules in place well before we ever meet.
I hit “Reply” and attach my requirements to the email.
Dear Cash,
I checked out your content and The Velvet Rodeo looks promising. While everything looks good to me, I do have requirements in order for us to agree to work together. Please find them attached.
Thank you.
Vanta Vyxxxen.
My rules are simple really, but they’re a lot to promise, especially for three weeks.
They’re required to provide private housing for a team of four including myself, and provide food.
Really, this requirement rules out small time channels from requesting a collaboration they’re not prepared for.
I’ve had so many issues before where they weren’t prepared even with the barest amount of items. I don’t really expect food every meal.
There’s almost always negotiations and that’s the first thing I knock off.
The next rule is no peanuts. Two of my team are dangerously allergic to them.
Also, everyone involved is required to sign an NDA stating they won’t discuss my involvement, appearance, or any details about me to anyone at all.
I expect fifty percent of royalties paid to my accounts monthly and there will be no contact after the contract is up except for payment and potential future collaborations.
I glance over at the rat currently hanging off the couch and roll my eyes.
They also have to allow Ratrick Swayze, but so far, no one has had an issue with that.
“Ratrick,” I chastise him when he falls with a plop to the floor and immediately scurries back to try again. “Try not to leave little claw marks in that couch. They look bad on camera.”
He squeaks at me, as if to give me attitude, but I don’t reprimand him for it. He can have as much attitude as he wants. He’s too much a sweetheart for me to be mad at him for long.
I go to stand up after I hit send, but before I can rise to my feet, my computer dings with another email. Frowning, I plop back down and click open the email. “We accept your requirements! When can we expect you? -Cash.” I blink. “What the fuck?”
He didn’t negotiate. He didn’t even ask questions or anything. Just that quick, he accepted.
Looking over at Ratrick climbing across a teddy bear, I swear under my breath. “Well, shit. Okay. Guess we’re going to Wyoming, Ratrick.”
A noise in another room calls my attention, so I quickly type out a reply and hit send before standing and going to the other room.
See you in a week. - Vanta