Betty calls

"Matt." Matt looked at his phone. Who the hell?

"Yeah, this is Matt."

"It's Betty. You know, from the party."

Shit, Betty. Right. The cute African-American girl who'd... who'd suggested a threesome.

"Hey Betty, what's up."

"How are things going with you and Pam?"

"Great. How about with you and Sang?"

"Oh, we're perfect. Except that little problem I told you about."

"I... ah, look, Betty. Sang is a good guy. I'm not going to--"

"Oh, no. Sang is down with having a threesome. I mean, not like he'd be doing you but doing me while I get a big dick, yeah, he'd be in heaven because I wouldn't be ragging him about his little one."

"Damn, that's really cold."

"You think? I think it would be cold to be stepping out on my girlfriend with her sister."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on, Matt. Mao, really? Mao is a Chinese male name. What the hell?"

"I didn't come up with it. And Pam knows."

"Really? So you're okay with threesomes? Just not with me, is that it?"

"No. I'm good with threesomes and with you. It's just that things are hectic and, well, I've got a business to run and don't have a lot of free--"

"That's what makes this perfect. We'll stream for you. Your streaming is hot with all the high school girls and everything but it needs some actual cock in cunt. What time should we be there?"

"Shit, do not tell Cai."

"What, that Pam's boyfriend is a famous porn star? The only thing that would get you would be Cai wanting to add herself to the equation. You sure you don't want some of that sweet little yellow pussy."

"I don't--"

"We can talk about that later. For now, send me your studio's address. And Matt?"

"Huh?"

"Relax. It'll be fun."