EasyTerry

Setting up the page was easier than Tabby had anticipated. It was a simple sign-up, some picture uploads, and setting subscription rates. Knowing that it would take a bit of time before they had enough followers to justifying charging a subscription, Tabby set the subscription to 'free', but put Venmo information in the description. Maybe they could encourage viewers to be generous.

Tabby already had a camera and lights, equipment she had bought for a film studies class the year prior, which gave her a leg up. They would be using her bedroom for the set as it was Tabby's mistake that had caused the accident. She changed her sheets and put decorative pillows on her bed, hid anything that would give a hint as to who or where their family was. It was a simple set up, but the background wasn't the star.

Her father was.

EasyTerry was the username she had given him. It was a risk to use his real name, but she figured that he was hardly recognizable, so it would be fine. Already they had filmed content. Her father would talk to the camera, talking about how much of a bad girl he was, how dirty he felt, or how he wanted a viewer to make him feel dirty. These online perverts loved that kind of thing. She could tell that he wasn't eager to be part of the project, but he was, as always, compliant. That was one thing she could always depend on her father for. He was reliable.

They filmed all their content on one evening. Working their way through her mother's lingerie had been fun, as was making up her father's face. She had told him to start watching makeup tutorials so that he would be able to apply his own makeup in the future, perhaps for future content. Six videos in total were uploaded that evening. Two with her dad practicing his dirty talk, one with him dancing, and two with him and a dildo, kissing, sucking, licking. The final video was a teaser, EasyTerry talking about how the following day he would be doing his first livestream the following evening, taking requests, and reminding viewers to be generous so he could be equally generous.

And now, as the clock ticked closer to airtime, Tabby looked at their viewership information. She'd promoted the page on all sorts of places, Reddit, message boards, by commenting on other channels. It was hours of work, but Tabby knew she had to put the hours in if the project was going to be successful. Their uploads had garnered some views, not a lot, but in the hundreds. She'd have to thank her father for the hard work. In the waiting room for the livestream, Tabby could see that there were already fifteen viewers waiting. It was so exciting!

"Ten minutes," she told her dad who was pacing the floor, looking nervous. He was in a pair of black stockings, and a matching pantie and bra set, as well as a pair of black high heels. It looked like he was about to put one of her mother's fancy dresses and go out on the town. Classy. Sexy. "You're going to do great."

"Thanks," he said in the upper register voice Tabby had told him to start using. It was no good playing EasyTerry if he was going to be a baritone. No, EasyTerry had to be fun, playful, feminine.

"Remember, whenever someone asks you to do something, I want you to read it out loud in a teasing way, as if you're aroused by the suggestion, excited by it. Then I want you to act like you're considering it, then remind people about payment information."

"But what about if nobody pays?"

"Then you can just practice dirty talk again. If it's going too long, we'll give them a show for free, just to tease them back for next time."

His face blushed. It didn't matter. Once the camera started rolling and the lights were on, he would play his part perfectly. She had told him to, so he would obey.

If the channel took off, Tabby was considering keeping it going for longer than it took to pay for Tim's car deductable. It would be fun part-time job! Kind of like show biz. Already Tabby was planning on putting some of the money that she earned aside to buy her mother some new sexy outfits, some new lingerie, just so that her dad would have new things to wear for their viewers. Hopefully her mom would okay with the purchases; it was, after all, a little weird for a daughter to buy her mom sexy underthings, but if it worked their viewers would be happy.

"Five minutes," she said, "Get yourself ready."

Obediently, Tabby's father sat down on the edge of the bed, posture changing to become EasyTerry. Gone was the haunted look of a man **** to do something he hated, replaced by the knowing smirk of a man about to have a lot of fun. Tabby turned on the lights and camera, then checked sound levels with the microphone input. Everything was set. This plan would work. She owed it to Tim.

"Okay," she said, starting the feed, putting the show on standby, "Let's make some money."