You're sold.

You take a moment to take a good look at her as she enters your hotel room. She's taller then you expected at close to six foot if you had to guess, and you are instantly attracted to her. She looks to have been keeping up on going to the gym. She's wearing yoga pants which allows you to see her well toned legs and large ass, and her sports bra and sports top combo show off a good amount of cleavage. Her red hair comes down to about her mid back in a ponytail, and she reminds you of an actress you saw named Deborah Ann Woll. Gretchen looks back at you still holding the door and tilts her head as if wondering why you're still standing there.

"Sorry. I was just...well, I was being ignorant is what I was being. I was expecting you too look a lot different" you say and immediately regret your choice of words as you shut your door.

"Greasy hair, glasses, pocket protector. A nerd" she says smirking.

"Yah, guilty" you chuckle.

"Well I am a nerd. One of my favorite parts of meeting people for jobs is seeing their first reactions" she chuckles and you notice her give you a look up and down before she starts setting up her laptop.

"Do you want some coffee" you ask her.

"I'll never turn down coffee. A little sugar and a little milk or cream if you have it" she replies. You chuckle a little bit at her request.

"What are you chuckling about" she asks curiously.

"You take your coffee the same way Marie does. Just an interesting similarity" you reply as you start moving to get her coffee prepared.

"That's not the only similarity we have" she smirks.

"Guess I'll have to pay attention and see if I can spot other similarities...or you could just tell me" you say popping one of the cups into the coffee machine.

"We'll see" she smiles "what's the password for the wifi" she asks changing the subject.

"It's on the desk next to the couch there" you say pointing it out.

"Ahh, thanks" she says. Gretchen bends over the couch to look for the sheet with the wifi password giving you the opportunity to admire her nice ass. You get a little hard at the thought of stepping up behind her and pulling down her yoga pants. You don't notice any panty lines making you get even harder at the thought of seeing a nice g-string. You quickly turn around and focus on the coffee so you can quickly adjust your cock. Finishing up her coffee you notice her smirking at you.

"Sooo...let me show you what we'd need to do in order to get a site going for this" she says taking the coffee from you and patting the seat next to her. For the next hour or so Gretchen goes over some of the basics for hosting videos and payment systems. Turns out it isn't difficult for her to make the site, although it was certainly complicated for your non-tech brain to understand it fully. The difficult part is deciding on if you want to host the files yourself or if you want to find somewhere to host them for you, which is another hurdle as you'd have to find a place willing to host porn. Overall the start up costs would be quite a bit more hosting them yourself, but you'd have control of everything.

"So essentially I would need a content management system, a web hosting service, a domain name, orrrrr, I could host it myself with my own servers, and of course have a lawyer go over everything to make sure I'm sitting pretty with the laws" you ask her. She nods her head confirming what you said.

"And I would likely need at least one dedicated employee to make things run smoothly, as this would be out of my wheelhouse" you ask again.

"That would be the best way to do it. Part of the cost of having someone else host your videos is that they do that part for you. I've never looked into porn, but I suspect the choices there are limited, and you'd be at their whim if they change their mind about hosting your content. You would also need to make sure you have an internet connection capable of streaming" she replies. You take in a deep breath and think on it a moment.

"Would maintaining my servers and making it run smoothly be something you are interested in at all" you ask.

"I was hoping you'd ask that. I would very much be interested in it actually. Building websites is fun for me, but it is a very competitive market where I'm competing with people from places like India. So although I'm paying my bills, it can sometimes leave me a bit lean on funds month to month. A steady paycheck doing something I enjoy doing is pretty enticing" she replies standing up to stretch. You notice her shirt rise up as she stretches her arms above her which reveals her toned stomach. You clear your throat and look away.

"Um...how much would you cost" you ask her.

"Wyatt! What kind of girl do you think I am" she exclaims looking shocked.

"What...no...I meant...for your services...I mean...for taking care of me...no no no..." you say completely flustered until Gretchen starts laughing more and more as you stumble through it trying not to sound like you're hiring her for sex. It takes her a moment to control her laughter as you shake your head being completely fooled when you shouldn't have been.

"Oooo that was great. I'm sorry, I couldn't resist" she says plopping down next to you and putting her hand on your thigh. "I will have to think on what I'd want for a salary, but I'm not cheap. Cost of living around here is pretty high after all, but I promise I'd be worth the money. Between Marie and I you'd have it pretty good I think" she says rubbing your thigh.

"Y-yah...seems like that would be true" you reply a little on edge from her hand.

"Marie told me some things about you" she says rubbing a little higher on your thigh. Her hand just grazes your balls right before she removes it. You resist letting out a sigh as you relax again.

"Oh yah. Good things I hope" you reply suddenly wondering if Marie told her about you winning the lottery or not.

"Mmmhmm" she says getting up "She told me you were very handsome, which I see is true. She told me you were easy to talk to, which is also true" she says pressing her index finger to her other fingers as she lists off what she was told.

"That you were very wealthy. Considering you haven't flinched about anything pricing related I see that is likely true as well. So that just leaves one last thing she told me about you that I have to confirm for myself" she says as she motions for you to take her hand. You grip her hand and you allow her to pull you up. She starts pulling you behind her once you are standing.

"Where are we going" you ask amused.

"I said I have to confirm the last thing myself" she answers as if that answered your question.