I’m nervous as hell when we go live at nine a.m. And I know Kyle is too. We have no idea how this is going to go down, logistically or financially. We’ve moved everything into my office so that we could monitor everything from one place, but I have a feeling it’s for moral support too.

Neither one of us went home last night. I slept on my couch but I’m not sure Kyle got any sleep at all. We’ve both been glued to our monitors since before the streaming started, but once we’re live we’re both practically holding our breath waiting to see what happens. Through the early advertising we’ve managed to get about one-hundred subscribers already, but we haven’t had anyone buy the tokens in volume yet.

“So, remind me again, you put advertisements that link to the webpage on how many sites?” I can tell Kyle is nervous. This was his idea and now that there’s no turning back, I think he’s experiencing some of the panic I was going through in the beginning.

“We’ve got banner ads on every free and paid porn site that I could find with general searches on the adult search engines. I’ve got paid ads on every adult blog I could find that accepts them, as well as sites that sell sex toys.”

“We’re monetizing quite a few of those with affiliate links too, right?”

“Yeah, we’ve got the affiliate links up on at least fifty sites, but that’s not going to bring in a ton of money.”

“But everything counts, Graham. We have to pull money in from every conceivable place we can, otherwise—“

“We will … we are. Relax, we just started. Wait to see how things go for the first hour before you freak out.” I sound so together, but I’m freaking out inside just as much as he is. I continue. “I posted to every sex-related subreddit I could find and every sex-related forum that was linked from every single site I visited. And after we have some footage I’m going to make some gifs and get some ads up at sites that stream adult content through apps or to mobile and home devices.”

“Sounds like you’ve got all the bases covered. Sorry I snapped. You’re the man, Graham. I just wish we had more subscribers already. The numbers are making me a little nervous.”

“Just wait. As soon as we get some naked girls out there I’m sure our hits are going to go through the roof.” I almost laugh at the fact that I’m the one telling Kyle to chill out now.

I watch the first girl as she gyrates to the music. She looks terrified at first but once she starts moving she looks more relaxed, even having some fun. As the music booms through Kyle’s bassy computer speakers, I watch the stream and my eyes continuously flick over the ads that are surrounding the video. I was not only able to buy ad space on some of the bigger porn sites, but I got quite a few to buy spots on our stream. Most of them are the standard gifs of girls jiggling their fake tits at the camera or a couple engaged in very exaggerated, robotic-looking sex acts.

While I watch, the words Now Playing … Run the Jewels - Talk to Me scroll by the bottom of the feed in a continuous loop with the words Click Here to Buy Now surrounding the ticker tape box on the top and bottom.

“You’re monetizing the music too?”

“Yeah! Isn’t that awesome? I was also thinking about doing that with some of the clothes the girls are wearing. It might have to be something we do in the future, though. Like product placement. Same with the sex toys.”

“What do you mean in the future?”

“Well, if this goes well we need to think about doing it again. And about all the ways we can expand on the idea. If it does well, we would be crazy to let it become a one-off event. I mean, there’s bound to be copycat games popping up all over the place. Dude, this might even be the future of porn. I mean, there’s some streaming stuff out there, but I don’t know of any site that’s doing it live that has anywhere near the reach we do right now. And we’ve barely started. If we can make enough money with this to get back on our feet and have a good-sized chunk for developing this idea even further, who knows what this could lead to.”

“Yeah, I hadn’t thought about it that way,” I say as I continue to watch the stream.

“This could totally become our full-time gig. This could be our new business venture.” Kyle says, his eyes not even leaving the computer screen for a second.

I watch as each girl moves on and off the stage and the music continues in a nonstop mix, and I’m astounded by how professional everything looks and sounds. Like we’ve been doing this for years. The words Eung Freestyle scroll by on the Now Playing ticker tape, accompanied by a bunch of other letters, but most of it barely looks like English to me and I can’t understand a single word in the song. It has a total hip-hop vibe, but it’s like hip-hop from another planet. “What is this?”

“Korean hip-hop. Isn’t it awesome?”

“How the hell do you know about Korean hip-hop?” I ask as I watch a girl rip her bra off, letting her tits bounce free while she shakes her hips to the music.

“There are things about me you don’t know, my friend. We may have spent the majority of our time together over the last fifteen or so years, but I have many interests beyond bossing employees and girls around that you know nothing about.”

“Fair enough,” I say. I have to admit to myself that I’m impressed. The music is a great touch and Kyle really does seem to be going for a kind of branding with the whole thing. Between the bass booming in the background and the non-stop stream of dancing girls, it’s almost hypnotic. “How much music have you got on here?”

“Well, I’ve got enough hip-hop, vintage techno, trap, and contemporary dance music to last all day today and tomorrow without any duplicates. But then after that, when we move onto the other events, I’m probably gonna lower the volume a bit and repeat the mixes since we won’t be focusing on the music as much at that point. ”

“That’s sixteen hours of music, Kyle.”

“That’s right. You should see the stuff I have on my drive that I didn’t put on here. I’ve got music for days. But since I was going for a specific vibe here, I had to narrow it way down. Holy shit!”

“What?” I ask, looking at the stream to make sure a girl didn’t fall and break a leg on her platform shoes.

“We’re at ten thousand.”

“Dollars? How did we jump up so fast? It hasn’t even been an hour.”

“I don’t know. Maybe an ad just went live somewhere. Holy shit, it’s still climbing. Fourteen thousand … sixteen … eighteen … jeeze!”

“They’re buying the tokens?”

“Yeah, both. The tokens and the VIP package. Damn! Twenty-thousand in the first hour, dude!”

I listen to Kyle rattle off our increasing revenue every few minutes while I wait for Aubrey’s turn to start. I know exactly what number she is. I have been waiting over three hours for her to walk on stage and between the anticipation and the realization that we may actually pull this off, I can barely sit still.

Three long hours of girls who are desperately trying to get as much attention as possible. There are girls that take off some of their close, girls that take off all of their clothes, and girls that play with their tits and put their fingers inside themselves. There’s already been one girl who crammed a dildo into her pussy, then pulled it out and shoved it into her mouth while she eyed the camera with a look that said, it’s your cock I’m sucking, big boy.

It amazes me that so many guys fall for this stuff. But, now that I’m almost forty, it’s easy to forget that this was the kind of thing I was desperate for when I was eighteen. I’m definitely not against any of this. It’s fascinating to watch and it’s definitely entertaining, but ultimately it’s all the same. All the same dance moves all the same porn faces and basically all the same girl. All the same except for one.

When Aubrey appears under the spotlight I can immediately tell—she is so different from the rest. And I wonder if that’s what I saw in her eyes years ago in Blane Weaver’s office. The way she moves to the music … it’s hypnotic. But it’s not just her body. It’s the look on her face, and this time her eyes are closed. I have to look closely to see it, buti can tell that she’s smiling. She’s not checking the monitors to see how she looks. She’s not making eye contact with the camera. She’s just lost in her own world. And when that smile spreads even wider across her face, it’s like magic. Her whole body lights up and she starts moving in her own unique way.

She doesn’t take off any clothes, and she doesn’t do anything suggestive. She doesn’t twerk or shimmy our gyrate or do any of the hip hop moves the other girls have been busting out with. The way her body moves is so natural and perfect and it makes me want to be near her even more than when she was sitting completely naked in front of me playing with herself.

But then it’s all over way too fast, and I’m crushed. I am so not looking forward to having to watch the rest of the girls dance for the remaining five hours we have left.

“Damn! She was good. I really like the way your girlfriend moves.” I glance over at Kyle to give him a dirty look, but he has already moved on to the next girl. He’s bobbing his head and watching his computer screen like he’s one of the online viewers. He snagged a bunch of monitors from the other offices and he’s got four of them surrounding him, running off his laptop. Whenever I looked over he seems to be doing five things at once, and looking like he’s loving it.

“What the hell is this? It sounds really familiar.” I say. I look down at the live stream and the words The Prodigy - Charlie scroll by.

“Old-school,” Kyle says with a grin, his head still bobbing.

“Wow, I remember back in college when we would be tweaked out on coke and would wind up dancing to this at the club long after everyone went home for the night. How the hell can these girl even keep up?” I ask as I watch one of the girls move her hips to the impossibly fast beat.

“They’ll keep up if they know what’s good for them.” Kyle seems lost in the music and the half-naked girl, but I want to make sure we’ve got the schedule finalized. But before I can say anything there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey, I’m on my way out for a break, but I wanted to give you guys this package that came, and I’ve got a little bit of feedback I got from some of the girls.” Josh says as he comes in and sets a box down on Kyle’s desk. “A couple of them said that when they’re dancing it would help if there was some sort of feedback. They said that there is really no incentive when they can’t see the viewers or hear them or anything.”

“Well, when we set up the bluetooth vibrators that will sure as hell be an incentive,” Kyle says with a big smile on his face. “But that’s a good point, Josh. I know that I can set those vibrators up to react to different sounds, so I’ll look for an app that creates the sound of applause and audience participation every time a girl gets a token. Then I’ll set the vibrators so they will pick up on that sound.”

“Oooh, yeah, that sounds good. I think they’ll like it.”

“Okay, I’ll see if I can set it up for tomorrow. I don’t want to give any of the girls this afternoon an unfair advantage over the ones that have already gone. But we should totally have something in place for the stripper pole competition tomorrow.”

“Awesome, I’ll let them know. See you guys later.”

“Later, Josh,” I say as I watch him set a box on Kyle’s desk, then head out into the hall.

“See, he says awesome.” Kyle says after the door is closed.

All I can do is smile. Kyle can come off as immature sometimes, but I know there’s a lot more going on in his head than he lets on. And no matter what has been going on in my life, he has always been able to make me laugh. “You are too much, man,” I say to him as I look back at the screen with a smile still glued to my face. “What’s in the box?”

“I don’t know, it’s from that sex toy company we ordered the bluetooth vibes from.” Kyle grabs a pair of scissors and opens up the box. “Holy shit!”

“What?” I look up and watch him pull one of the exact same vibrators out.

“They sent us another box of vibrators free of charge! They said that if we link to their store with a buy now button, they’ll be happy to provide us with as many as we need. They said they love what we’re doing. Holy shit, Graham, this is exactly what I was just talking about!”

I get up and go over to look in the box. “There must be at least twenty in here.”

“Yeah, now we have enough to use during the stripper competition tomorrow. Each girl gets her own, personal vibe! How cool is that?”

“Pretty cool. So where are the overall stats for each girl?” I say as I look at Kyle’s three-monitor set-up. This is the first time I’ve been at his desk since he set everything up and it looks insane. There’s the main stream going full screen on the biggest monitor right in the middle of the desk. Then two other monitors with lines of numbers that are constantly changing.

“This monitor over here updates with the exact number of tokens each girl has received. It’s even broken down into events so we can see which is the most popular as well as the girl that the got the most tokens for each event. Eventually, I want to analyze these stats so that we can really hone in on what the viewers want.”

“Wow, that’s some handy data analysis. What’s that screen?” I ask.

“That’s the total amount of revenue. The columns are broken down by subscription type and the people who have purchased token packages. On this tab I’ve got the monetization for the music, and this tab here has the sex toy affiliate income.”

We both watch the screen for a few minutes as a girl with long blonde hair removes her g-string in one very seamless move. She turns around so that her ass is to the camera, then spreads her feet apart and lowers herself so that her thighs are horizontal. The song Twerk Shake Drop Repeat by Onderkoffer scrolls by just underneath her jiggling ass.

“Wow. How many tokens does a move like that get?”

Kyle looks over at the monitor that shows the votes. “She’s doing pretty well. I’d say she’ll get fifty votes by the time she’s done, which, so far, is pretty average for a girl that looks like her, regardless of whether she’s wearing a mask. There definitely seems to be a pattern developing. For the most part, blondes tend to get more votes, big tits get more votes, nudity, of course gets a lot more votes. But there seems to be other factors that are influencing how the viewers spend their tokens. Take your girlfriend for example. She was wearing a mask, didn’t take off her clothes, she’s got medium-sized boobs and dark hair but so far she is coming out way ahead.”

“She is? That’s really interesting. Why do you think that is?”

“It could very well be that she’s a virgin. That’s on her profile page and, to be honest, there are not that many girls in this competition that are still virgins. But it could also be that her five-minute dance segment was really different.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you noticed, didn’t you? She didn’t act like any of the other girls. It almost seems like most of them are trying to emulate porn stars by the way they make eye contact with the camera and with the porny faces they make. Who knows, though. They might just be chicks who do porn and camming for a living. I have no idea.”

“Yeah, I noticed that, but I thought it was just me.”

“You thought it was because you have big goo-goo eyes for her and as far as you’re concerned, everything she does is perfect,” Kyle says in a mocking tone. I smack him on the back of the head and he starts laughing.

“Shut up. I let you call her my girlfriend but that’s where I draw the line.”

“All right, I’ll be good. Anyway, it’s just a guess, but it seems like maybe her genuine performance, the way she danced and smiled, might have gotten her a lot more votes. Kinda goes against what conventional pop psychological theory says, though. That you tell people what they want, then give it to them and they buy it hook line and sinker. Maybe these young male viewers might be ready for something different from what they see every time they go to a conventional porn site.”

“Interesting. So what have we got on the agenda for the rest of the competition.”

Kyle pulls out a piece of paper and starts to read it off to me. “The stripper pole competition is scheduled for most of the day tomorrow. It just depends on how smoothly it goes. That one is going to eliminate a lot of girls, and if it’s over before four in the afternoon we can dismiss them and start with the next event. Which is a skill and service event. It will test their physical abilities as well as their willingness to serve as a submissive.”

“Wow, you really thought this out, didn’t you?”

“Well, this contest is still for you and me, Graham. That part has never changed. The voters are going to help narrow down the contestants, but ultimately, we are the Daddies. These girls are here for us. So I want to make sure to weed out the non-subs or the ones who are just doing this for the money.”

“Good idea. I hadn’t really thought about that.”

“Well, that’s because you’re so fixated on Miss Perfect. You can make sure that she wins regardless of the score the viewers give her, but I’d like to find someone who is as perfect as she is too.”

“Perfect? What do you mean by that?”

“You’re not the only one around here with eyes, Graham. Physically, she’s amazing. I would have gone after her myself years ago if I didn’t know how you felt about her.”

I don’t even know what to say to that. Not only did I not know that my feelings for Aubrey were that obvious, but I also had no idea Kyle would give up a girl he thought was perfect just because of how I felt. “That’s really cool of you, Kyle. I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says as he gives me a punch in the arm. “I’d do anything for you. You’re my best friend.” He smiles at me for a moment and I’m surprised by how it effects me. We’ve spent so much time together throughout our lives, but we never really say things like this to each other. “But we do need to worry about finding me a hot sub. This whole thing was my idea, and the idea was to find the perfect girl. For both of us.”

“Okay, so what’s this service event.”

“We have the girls line up. There are four stations and Josh, Brent, Malcolm and Grant will be at each corner of the stage. We can give them black ski masks to wear to cover their faces. Each girl will have her arms tied behind her at the elbows and wrists, and she’ll be naked, of course.”

“Of course,” I say, almost laughing.

“Bluetooth vibe inserted.”

“Naturally.”

“Each girl will have a tray balanced against her ribcage with a sling that goes around the back of her neck. As the girls walk around the room and reach a station, they stop and one of our guys puts a drink on the tray.”

“I like that. But what about broken glass all over if they drop it.”

“We use plastic glasses, but fill them up so the trays will be a lot heavier.”

“Damn.” I say, nodding my head.

“Yeah,” Kyle says with a grin.

“All right, what else?”

“Well, I figured we could use the exercise bikes. We only have a few of them, though, so it will have to be toward the end when most of the girls have been eliminated. We can get them all hot and sweaty, and they’ll have the vibes gong off inside them. It’ll be so awe— it’ll be really neat.” Kyle punches the air like when he says great, emphasizing how lame it sounds.

“No, you’re right, Kyle. It’ll be awesome.” I watch a smile spread across his face and light up his eyes.

“You said awesome!” Kyle puts his hand up in the air. “High five!”

I just stare at him, shaking my head and laughing.

“No? Okay, no high five,” he says and puts his hand back down. “Anyway, here’s where it could get really interesting. The girls have the vibrators in and they’re pumping away on the bikes and it’s a race to a certain number of miles. And the votes from the vibrators could actually keep the one that’s getting them from finishing first. So it’s like a reverse voting system.”

“Interesting. It would work that way with the serving tray event too, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, you’re right. Those vibrations are going to be a double edged sword.”

I can’t help but laugh again. I’m glad Kyle is able to diffuse the tension so well with his silly sense of humor. If it was just me in this room I would have probably climbed all four walls by now. “Okay, what else?”

“I’ve got a deep throat contest that can probably go after the serving tray event, but before the bikes. I’d also like to do a paddling event.”

I cringe inside when Kyle mentions blow jobs. I’m not thrilled with the idea of Aubrey sucking some other dude’s cock while I watch. I’d done that sort of thing plenty of times with Kyle before, but it had always been with a woman I wasn’t even remotely interested in. “So like a pain endurance test?” I ask, trying to get my mind off the deep throat competition. I don’t want to bring it up yet, but I’m going to have to figure out a way to change that event or eliminate it all together.

“Yeah, we’ve got paddles, and I figure we should use those, otherwise someone’s hand is gonna get pretty sore.”

“No kidding.”

“The girls that aren’t into pain can opt out, but it will effect their overall scores, so that’s another way of narrowing down the playing field. I don’t necessarily need a girl that’s into pain, but—“

“But it’s a perk,” I say.

“Definitely.” Kyle skims down the list before continuing. “Oh, then I thought for something fun we could do a dildo race. The girls pick up a dildo without using their hands, then crawl across the floor and drop it in a designated spot. They go back and forth until they’ve all been moved. What do you think?”

“Sounds pretty humiliating.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d like that one.”

“You know me too well,” I say with a smirk. “Only …”

“What?”

“Well, do you think this is too much? It’s one thing to do these sorts of things in private or at a club, but in front of thousands of people? I feel like we’re …”

“Using them?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Look, none of them is here against their will. And they’re free to leave at any time. Everyone has their own hard limits and evidently being used and humiliated on the internet is not a hard limit for any of these girls. But I know it would be for me, and I’m assuming it would be for you too.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m mostly thinking about how I would feel if I was out there out that stage.”

“Dude, you couldn’t pay me enough to do any of this. In private or in front of an audience. But there are plenty of people who get off on every single event here—pain, humiliation, service, even being used. A kink is a powerful thing.”

“I guess that’s why we’re the Doms and they’re the subs,” I say

“Very true, my friend,” Kyle says with a solemn look in his eyes that disappears when a smile curls up in the corner of his mouth. “And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.”