Chapter 8 #2
I nod, setting the paperwork down and crossing my arms. “My face is never shown. Ever. Not in its entirety. I’ll either be wearing a mask, or whoever is filming will make sure to only get glimpses of my face, artistic framing such as my lips, a hint of a jawline, stuff like that.
If my face accidently makes it into the film, I expect that to be edited out. ”
Oak nods. “We knew your channel focuses on anonymity, and we’re prepared for it. We’ll be able to honor that with our equipment and angles.”
“I understand your channel does not, so I did bring plenty of masks just in case. In group settings, these sorts of things happen, so it’s usually safest to wear a mask anyways,” I offer.
“Partnerships are a give and take, so I don’t want you to feel you have no creative control.
I expect us to discuss each scene before we start them so that there are no surprises. ”
“Like a dick in a box,” Cash says seriously, nodding his head. “How do you feel about glory holes?”
“I’m not opposed to it, however, since I’m the only woman, it may be more beneficial to use restraints and a blindfold rather than a true glory hole. Unfortunately, at this time, I no longer do collaborations with other women.”
A stipulation I had to add on account of another streamer, a woman, decided she was going to try and remove my mask in a moment of vulnerability.
And she wasn’t even the first. It’s happened almost every time I’ve collaborated with a woman, so for now, I’ve paused those collabs simply to figure out a better way to approach them.
“If you’re doing a collaboration with us, it makes sense we wouldn’t bring in anyone else,” Oak nods. “It would dampen the partnership announcement.”
“Exactly,” I say, smiling gently. “Too many moving parts can muddy the water. Now, how many sessions a week are you expecting from me?”
“At least two,” Oak says. “One one-on-one and one group session of some sort. Three weeks total. Plus, any requests by subscribers that you’re okay with. These will be a mixture of live and pre-recorded videos, and we’ll also take photos before, during, and after each session.”
“Perfect. I’d also like to add at least one session a week tailored specifically to my subscribers, either audio or video, or both.”
“Deal,” Cash says eagerly. “I enjoy your audio tracks, especially the ones where you’re moaning.”
Oak smacks Cash on the shoulder. “Be professional, fucker.”
“I am,” Cash grunts, rubbing at his shoulder. “We’re literally signing contracts about having sex with each other. It’s part of the deal.”
“It’s fine,” I say, laughing. “I’ve seen your channel. I understand the dynamic.”
And I do. Cash is the feral, unpredictable one of the bunch. His videos focus on improvised tricks, truth or dares, and straight up feral natured orgasms. It’s almost refreshing to realize he’s that kind of guy in real life, too.
My eyes flick to Oak, and I’m reminded of his role of the three.
The leader, the pleasure dom, the one who takes complete control and doesn’t let go until he says it’s time.
His eyes meet mine, as if he knows what I’m thinking, and the big, bearded asshole smirks at me.
Somehow, I feel like I’m in trouble already and he’s ready to punish me.
I clear my throat. “Anyways, the nitty gritty side of things are just as important. My identity remains a mystery. You tell no one about this interaction outside of our channels. If someone comes asking about me, you never met me, never saw me, and you don’t know who I am.
We don’t discuss our partnership outside of this property.
After our collaboration is complete, the opportunity for further partnerships is open, but only so long as the contract has not been breached. ”
Cash whistles. “You take your secret identity seriously. I feel like we’ve slacked on ours.”
“I have to,” I say. At Oak’s probing gaze, I add, “For Genie.”
Which isn’t a lie, per se. I do have to keep us anonymous for Genie’s sake, because if my family finds out that I have a daughter, they’ll hunt us all the more for it. And if they find us . . .
“That makes sense,” Sawyer murmurs, nodding. “Is there anything else?”
“Yes,” I clear my throat. “You can call me Jules, but I’ve left off my name on the contract. I’d prefer you didn’t know the full name, but it’s not a legal binding document without it. So, I can add that now, but feel free to ignore it, and Googling it goes against the contract.”
Oak’s brows shoot up. “What?”
“Precautions,” I offer, but I know how it sounds. “I’m trusting the three of you. I haven’t done any collaborations since Genie was born because of security reasons, so I’m going out on a limb here.”
Oak studies me closely. “You got a crazy ex or something?”
“Or something,” I reply, looking back down at the paperwork to avoid his probing eyes. “It’s best you didn’t ask because I won’t tell you.”
Cash blows out a puff of air. “Well . . . alright then. I suppose we can agree to that. It’s nice to meet you, Jules.”
I smile gently at him. “Likewise. Oh, and finally, there is a clause at the end about the contract being breached. If I see an ounce of disrespect, I walk. If you try anything I haven’t consented to, I walk. Basic stuff.”
Cash frowns the same time as Oak does.
“You had to put that in the contract?” Oak growls, crossing his massive forearms.
“That should be a given,” Cash grunts. “I hate to ask why it had to be added.”
“You’d be surprised how often stuff like that happens,” I offer, wincing.
Ivy grunts. “I’ve literally given someone a black eye because of it. So, we mean business.”
Oak shakes his head. “Unfortunately, I’m not surprised at all. We’ve had our own run-ins already. This business is risky in many ways, and people get real comfortable at some point.”
I smile. “I assume you mean you’ve had people proclaiming their love for the three of you already?”
A muscle in Oak’s cheek ticks. “Yeah, a few times.”
I shrug. “I try and take it as a compliment now. You rocked their world. They’ll never forget you. Just hopefully, they don’t turn into stalkers. That’s a very real danger.”
“You’ve had a lot of stalkers?” Sawyer asks. His eyes are focused on me as he asks, his brow raised in curiosity.
“A few,” I shrug. “Part of the business.” I lean back on the couch. “So, how exactly does a dairy farm start a cam business? Out of curiosity’s sake?”
Cash shrugs and laughs. “Sometimes we gotta make ends meet. Artisan cheese and milk is great, but sometimes, it doesn’t pay all the bills.
I came up with the cam business idea as a joke, and then it became not so much a joke as much as a viable business option.
So here we are.” He tilts his head. “How about you?”
I shrug. “Same as you. We’ve all got bills to pay, and I like working from home.” I tap the paperwork. “Does everything sound okay?”
“So far,” Oak answers, flipping through the packet. “You’re okay with me taking the day to read it?”
“Of course. There’s no rush to sigh anything right now.” And then because I’d forgotten, I wince and add, “Oh! I forgot to bring up that my breasts are off limits for now.”
Cash’s eyes widen. “Off limits? Why?”
“I’ve weaned Genie from breast feeding, but I’m still producing at the moment. I’d rather that not play into the scenes if possible.”
Oak freezes at my words, his eyes trailing down my body to the breasts in question.
“I’m sure that’s fine,” Cash muses, not noticing Oak’s look.
I glance at Oak, watching him closely. His cheeks have a tinge of color that hadn’t been there before and he shifts in his seat. “That gonna be okay?” I ask him specifically.
He blinks. “Of course.” But his voice is rough and a little husky.
It shouldn’t make my own arousal roar, but it does. There’s just something in the way he looks at me, openly intrigued, clearly turned on, that makes me want to take back my statement. But I don’t. Not right now. I don’t actually know these men.
“The contract can also be amended or renegotiated should things change,” I find myself saying out loud despite my internal resolution, our eyes locked.
Oak slowly nods. “Good to know, Jules.” He stands up with the packet in his hands. “Very good to know.”