Maybe later but first

The hotel clerks seemed to recognize Mrs. Fellers and quickly ushered her to a nice suite. From the looks they gave Matt, he suspected he wasn't the first 'artist' she'd brought over from the museum. Perhaps her interest in art wasn't strictly the political hob-knobbing that went on there.

She sprawled on the bed, her gauzy dress tugging up to show even more of her well-toned legs. Leaning over on her side also showed her clevage to good effect... something Matt suspected she knew well.

"Tell me more about your show," she demanded, her voice coming breathy, sensuous.

"Well, it's streaming media so we broadcast live. We encourage people to tip and let the tippers decide on some of our activities. For example, we set tip goals for girls taking off their clothes and have tip contests for things like whether the guy gets to do her tits or her pussy."

Mrs. Fellers nodded. "I want to hear about the humiliation."

"Humiliation?" He wasn't tracking.

"How you humiliate the sluts. Do you make they tell you they're whores? Do you pee on them and make them lap it up from the floor like dogs? Do you put collars on them and make them sit and beg?"

Matt wasn't really interested in humiliating women. He'd never really understood the advantage of making a girl feel ashamed to be doing what he wanted her to do. Still, from the way Mrs. Fellers's breasts were moving, he was pretty sure that she did. What he didn't know was whether she was into that humiliation for herself or just wished it on other women.

"I'm intrigued." He sat next to her on the bed and brushed a knuckle against her cheek, trailing it down her neck to her shoulder. "Please continue."

"Consider your audience," she said. "A bunch of guys who can't get a woman. So, do they blame themselves and look to improve their wealth and power? No, they blame the women. And, since they're angry at women, they enjoy seeing them humiliated. I'm surprised someone in the business isn't completely aware of that."

Matt was certain there were guys like that. He'd never checked out any of the incel boards but a guy he'd known back at Aaron Burr had been a fan... the complete assholeness of that guy had turned him off of any interest. Still, he was pretty sure that the streaming audience wasn't composed just of guys like that. Plenty of guys who had no problems getting girls still liked looking at other girls... and with the High School Hotties brand, he appealed to all of those guys who still had fantasies about dicking their high school cheerleaders... or their daughters' cheerleader friends.

"What about you?" he asked. He gently placed his hand around her neck. "Do you enjoy the idea of humiliating females?"

He tried to read her. He'd read a CHYOA once about a **** that made it easier to read people and wished he had such a **** now so he could read Mrs. Fellers's reaction. But, unfortunately, he was just a high school kid who'd never even been able to talk to girls until a few weeks earlier.

"Sometimes," she whispered.

He squeezed just a little on her neck. "I think you like it a lot." Then he kissed her.