No, an unexpected guest

"I guess we might as well keep working on our trig." Matt pulled out his textbook. He took a moment to marvel at the practically new textbook, the binding still fresh, and contrasted it to the textbook he'd used in LA City Schools. There he'd used the same textbook except three editions earlier with so much highlighting and scribbling on each page that it hardly mattered the pages were falling out.

It really must, he thought, be nice to be rich.

An incoming text distracted him from his studies, though, before he could really start. "I'm n neighborhood. CU soon? T"

He puzzled the T for a moment before realizing it was Tanya.

"Tanya is coming," he told Karen.

"You want me to leave?"

"Hell no." Yeah he wanted Tanya but he was smart enough to know his sister was even more fundamental to whatever he was going to do at school and in his life.

"Okay, just asking."

He texted back and, about two minutes later, Tanya showed up.

She wore a lacy coverup over a white bikini that barely covered her strategic bits, her tanned breasts threatening to spill out of their coverage and bits of white sand sticking to her legs and ass.

"Yeah I'm a mess," she said. "Justin talked me into going to the beach so if you have any questions about the fall football lineup, the benefits of a two-back offense, or third down defenses... hell, shoot me now and get it over."

"Football is very important to lots of people."

"Yeah, so is Bingo. I can't figure that one out, either."

"I'd offer you something to eat," Karen said, "but our cupboards are bare as the little old lady said."

"Oh, yeah. I brought some chips and guacamole. We have some avocado trees."

Of course you do, Matt managed not to say.

"Cool, thanks for helping out the poor people," Karen said.

"Oh, jeez. I'm sorry I'm rich and privileged, okay. Do you want some or not?"

"We want some," Matt said before his sister managed anything else snarky. "But I seriously doubt you cut short your outing with Justin just to bring us an emergency food drop."

"I thought we could do some research."

"For biology."

"Of course not for biology. That's what Dr. Dyle is for. For our business. I thought we could spend some time watching and listening... try to figure out what attracts the tips, what services have the most viewers, and see whether they have rules against broadcasting on multiple services at once."

"Good idea," he admitted. "I've done some of that but things have been hectic."

"Okay, I brought my iPad. I figure with our phones and your PC, we could get a lot of windows going."

"We don't have a PC."

"Damn. I'll have to bring one of mine over here. When we start streaming, we won't want to read the chat off a phone screen. But they'll work for now, I guess. Karen, you in?"

"You said something about chips and guacamole."

"Yeah, I'll get them from the car. You guys can start by looking at terms and conditions."

A couple of minutes later they were on the couch with three phones and Tanya's iPad lined up on the coffee table. Matt managed to sit himself between the two sexy girls and was in absolute heaven watching naked girls on screen while having scantily-clad girls pressing up against his flanks.

"You know we're working here, right," Tanya said.

He looked down to see that his stiffy was giving him away. "Yeah, I know. I just... I am a guy."

"Fine. Karen, are you taking notes? It looks to me like that no-tits girl just raked in big tips because she said something about school. God, there are a lot of pervs out there."

"As long as they tip," Karen said, "they can perv on me as much as they want to."

"Well, obviously."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean."

Tanya looked surprised at Karen's reaction. "Just that's the business we're in... separating cash from perverts with our bodies and our brains. Nothing personal."

"Okay."

"You probably think being the most beautiful girl in school is easy," Tanya told Matt. "All the teachers fawning on you, getting picked as prom queen, having every single guy in the school fantasizing about you at night, that kind of stuff. But you always have to watch what you say because all the other girls think you're criticizing them when--"

"I said okay. Do you want an apology. Okay, I apologize."

"Really?" Tanya looked surprised. "Thanks. Now, check out this girl. She's completely hot but she's not getting squat in tips. What's that about?"

She was hot... and Matt really wished he could just give his cock a quick rub-down so he could concentrate on tips per visitor, ratios of guests (freeloaders) to members, and dollars per tit-flash.