Matt had high hopes

Matt's heart pounded in his chest. He was horny as shit from rolling around on the bed with his mother but now Tanya, the prettiest girl in school (with the possible exception of her best friend Natasha) had asked him out to her car. It wasn't like Tanya was the kind of girl who couldn't walk out to her car by herself. She had to have some reason for inviting him. Matt chose to believe that reason was that she wanted his dick.

"All right," she said when they got to her SUV, "we need to talk."

"Talk?" he asked.

"Oh, come on. Surely you don't think I invited you out here for a makeout session."

"Uh..."

"Ohmigod, you did. Come on, Matt. We're business partners, not lovers."

"Would it be so bad to be both?"

"We already had this conversation. Do you really want Jordan to kill both of us. Because that's the kind of guy he is. Even if I were interested which I'm not. I get enough sex just by going home."

"Got it. Sorry."

She put an hand on his arm. "Don't get all pissy. We need to finalize the revenue splits."

"Meaning?"

"We're going to pay the talent, of course. Sure some of the girls will want to help you out but eventually they'll see that you're exploiting them. So, let's be upfront about it. I'm thinking 60% for the talent, 40% to cover costs and, ideally, as profit. Now the studio is worth more than the camera equipment so I was thinking 10% for the studio and you and I split the remaining 30%."

"I don't know that that will be enough to pay our rent."

"Remember, you're one of the talents so you'll make money that way. Like I told you, you're not the only one who needs to pay rent so don't try to chisel more out of me."

"No, that's fair. Does the cameraman count as talent?"

"Yeah, I think so. For a lot of the shows, we can set up the camera and just run it so no need there. But when we do a multi-person shot, like say {if ****=false}a group of football jerkoffs{else}you, your mom, your sister and Amy going at it{endif}, you'll need a camera person for decent quality. I'm thinking, as an example, that's four actors and me which means we each get 20% of the 60% talent take."

Matt decided to push a little here. "I want you to be a talent, too. You're the hottest girl I know and that's important for our success."

"Really? Compared to your sister?"

"She's cute as shit, don't get me wrong. But she's more a girl-next-door kind of pretty. You're Hollywood beauty. There's a difference. {if ****=false}Not to mention she's my sister. She might do solo or lesbian but nothing with me.{endif}"

"Well, thanks. But I already said that I'm not interested in having Jordan come after me with an ax."

Matt smiled. Gotcha. "He'll understand. Because he's going to be a talent, too."

"Rules on what guys can do are different from rules they let girls do. When you get Jordan to give me the go-ahead, we can discuss it. Until then, see you tomorrow."

She leaned toward him and, just for a second he thought she was going to kiss him. Then she jerked away and climbed into her car. "Bye."

"Yeah, bye."

He stood in the driveway for at least three minutes after she'd pulled out and driven away. Damn, things were complicated. Still, he was pretty sure she'd almost kissed him.

Now all he needed to do was figure out how to get Jordan to let Tanya go... and how to make Cindi and Wendy and Karen and his mom happy sharing him with Tanya and Natasha. Because he sure didn't intend to give up any of them.