Biology at last

Matt barely made it to Biology before the bell rang. {if Cindi>0}Cindi gave him a smile as he grabbed a lab stool and sat beside her{else}Cindi scowled at him and he grabbed a lab stool and sat by himself.{endif}

"So," Tanya whispered when Dr. Dyle had turned to the whiteboard, "How are you going to manage the sex streaming business?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"I mean, your girlfriend has got to be pissed, right? I mean, you'll be doing it with all kinds of girls."

"There's a difference between business and social life," he said. "But that reminds me, I don't really know a lot about lighting and the only real videowork I've done was some Youtube videos on how to do skateboard tricks. Do you think your dad would be willing to give me some advice?"

"Only if you grow a pair of tits," Natasha whispered. "I've got bruises on mine from the party. Talk about gross."

"I can help with that," Tanya said. "I've done some video work. Mostly on the other side of the camera, of course, but I've done some studies and a lot of modeling. I have an idea of what will work and what won't."

"So you'd be willing to help me?"

"I'm not going to date you or anything. I mean, who would date a guy who's always on video having sex with other girls?"

"It's just a job," Matt pointed out. "And besides, who would date a guy who's always jacking off with a bunch of other football players."

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"

"I chatted with Jordan this morning. He wants me to add a channel for him and the football jocks to jerk off for money."

She laughed. "Good luck with that. Who'd pay to watch them squirt cum all over each other?"

It was a good question. Matt suspected the answer was mostly gay guys rather than the girls Jordan was hoping would flock to see him. Still, there could be good money there.

"If you've finished your private conversations," Dr. Dyle said. "I wanted to discuss the digestive process." He turned on the projector and started a slide show.