Admit it

"Of course we're dating," Matt said. No way was he going to give up on those blowjobs and the upcoming threesome with Pam and Cindi {if momjob}or lose his mother her job{endif}. Plus he had to keep in mind Karen's explanation of girls... that they always wanted what someone else had and never wanted what nobody else wanted. "You knew that," he reminded Natasha. "You saw us at the skating rink."

"You didn't tell me." Tanya turned on her friend.

"I didn't know they were dating. I thought they were just out skating together." She blushed. "That was cool, though, the way you lifted all the girls. Nice, especially since there aren't many guys there and most of them are dweebs."

Cindi clutched Matt more tightly. "Good answer," she whispered.

"Yeah."

"So, isn't she jealous about that streaming sex thing?" Tanya demanded. "I mean, if my boyfriend wanted to do that--"

"Really?" Matt interrupted. "Because I ran into Jordan this morning and that is exactly what he wanted to do. Him and the whole football team. See if they could make money streaming themselves jerking off."

Natasha laughed. "That is what they would think. As if anyone wants to watch those assholes squirt all over each other."

Come to think of it, that just might be the way to drive the gay audiences. He wouldn't have to tell Jordan that was the plan, of course.

"But the rumor is, that's not what you're going to do. Everyone knows you're approaching different girls at the school asking them to co-star with you. I heard that new girl, Karen was going for it. Same with {if Cassandra>0}Cassandra{else}Ursula{endif}.

"And Amy," Tanya broke in.

"Poor Amy," Natasha put in. "You'll have to put a bag over her head."

"Plus maybe that redhead," Tanya grabbed the conversation again, "what's her name?"

"Wendy?" Matt suggested.

"Yeah, I think so. She never talks so who the hell knows her name. But that's the thing. People are going to know her name, aren't they. At least her stage name because I'm sure you'll use fake names to protect the... not so innocent. And I guess she's not as shy as I thought if she's going to be fucking you for everyone to see."

"I don't know where you're getting this information, girls," Matt protested.

"What I don't understand," Tanya continued, "is why you went to them. I mean, look at them and then look at us. We're better. I mean, no offense, Cindi, but look at you. It's not that you're Asian. Hell, lots of Asians are hot. But you barely have tits, your complexion sucks, and I have no clue why your parents waited so long to put you in braces."

"If you can't be nice to my girlfriend, you'd better just back off." Matt lowered his voice to a growl as Cindi clutched his arm more tightly.

"I said 'no offense'," Tanya replied as if those two words were a magical talisman. "You do have a cute figure and you're smart. I can see why someone would want to date you. I just don't see you as star material on the camera, that's all."

"That reminds me," Matt said. "I was meaning to talk to your father about lighting and studio requirements, that kind of thing. Would that be okay?"

Tanya shook her head. "Go for it if you want but don't mention me. I'm still pissed at him for pawing at Natasha at his party. He practically ripped off her top and left bruises on her tits. Not that she can show you now that you have a girlfriend."

"Like I'm going to flash my tits around. I'm not you, girlfriend."

"If you'd take your places," Dr. Dyle said, "We're late getting class started.

That could have gone worse, Matt decided. Perhaps telling the truth really was a good idea.