He is 'popular'

When Matt got on the bus, he chatted up Ophelia, then looked for a seat by himself. Which was easy because he was the first kid on the bus.

He took out his phone not, for once, to look at porn but to check on his mom. He was pretty sure she was depressed... whether clinically or just situationally didn't matter. Her phone, though, rolled over to voice mail.

So he spent a few minutes checking to see if any wonderful jobs especially designed for middle-aged high school dropouts, had popped up since that morning.

He was completely engrossed in his futile search through spam, scams, and sexwork when {If Cassandra>0}Cassandra{else}Ursula{endif} grabbed the seat next to him. "Hey, I hear you're going to be doing webcams. That is so cool."

"Huh?"

"Come on, we're friends, right. At least friendly acquaintances. I want to know which network you're thinking about. Pornhub has one, but I've always thought that myfreecams was more... I don't know, silly, maybe. And then there's chaterbate. I mean, they're all cool, right. I wonder if you could do more than one at a time. It would be tricky... maybe if you had someone monitoring the feeds for you while you, you know, stroked the package."

"You watch webcams."

"Duh. Doesn't everyone?"

"Uh, I guess. I just don't think of girls--"

"Oh, right. Because we're so pure and sweet except we have to suck your dick if we go out on a date, right?"

"Uh, do you? I mean, suck dicks when someone takes you out on a date?"

"Why Matt. Are you asking me out on a date?"

His head was spinning. "That sounds like a lot of fun and I'd love to take you out sometime but I've got--"

"I understand. You've got to set up your profile, take some good shots that emphasize your... equipment, that sort of thing. If you need help, I'm something of a camera buff."

"You want to take pictures of my penis."

"We say 'equipment,' or 'package,' or 'junk,' not 'penis'."

"Look, {if Cassandra>0}Cassandra{else}Ursula{endif}, I don't know who started the rumor about me doing webcams but it wasn't me."

"It's okay, Matt. Tell you what. If you want, maybe I could go on with you. I mean, I'm not brave enough to do my own webcam, but I could wear a mask or something on yours. That would be cool, right. I mean, I wouldn't let you fuck me or anything, but we could probably make some serious tips just, well, jerking you off."

"You are crazy, you know that."

"Tell you what, since you're doing the setup, I'd let you keep two thirds of the tips. That sounds fair to me."

Matt gave up. "Yeah, it sounds fair. I'll keep you in mind."

"Really. Ohmigod, that would be so cool. I've got to decide what to wear. I mean it's got to be something that comes off easily, right? And something that's sexy and... oh, I have to go shopping. Damn, I wish I was friends with Tanya. That girl could make a million if she did a webcam and she would know exactly what to wear."

Matt didn't think it would be appreciated if he agreed that Tanya was a hell of a lot better choice for a webcam than {if Cassandra>0}Cassandra{else}Ursula{endif}. Then again, both of them would be a better choice than him. Who would pay to watch some high school guy masturbate? After all, what else did high school guys do?