Bad news. Nobody is watching

Karen walked behind the lights again but this time she just shrugged. Which meant nothing to say. No big tips. No premium members offering suggestions, nothing.

"It's okay," Matt whispered. "It's like anything. Instant success takes a lot of time."

"Gotta up the umph of your thumbnail," Amy whispered. "You look boring just lying on the bed."

"Should I take off my top?" Natasha asked.

Matt's dick immediately went rigid. He'd dreamed about Natasha's tits since the first time he'd seen her in biology class. Admittedly they weren't as big as Ms. Chadra's or Ophelia's, but they were among the biggest any student hoisted and they went with a perfect face and body. She'd teased with them at Mrs. Adams's party {if cindidate=true}and he'd gotten a squeeze while ice skating{endif} but he hadn't actually seen them in all their glory.

He'd hoped he could get some serious tip money for a sight of Natasha's tits. Certainly if he'd had any money, he would have paid it for a good look. Hell, he could probably raise thousands from Peninsula High students if he held a wet t-shirt contest and promised Natasha would attend. It just seemed wrong to let a smattering of no-tip voyeurs see what no one else had ever seen for free. On the other hand, how else were they going to attract an audience. He'd seriously hoped that the 'new model' tag would bring in a bunch of spectators who might be bored of the same old models or just intrigued by the High School Hotties tag. That hadn't worked.

Crap.

Natasha looked at him inquiringly... but he thought he saw a hint of something else there. Well, there should be. He was being tested. If, after all he and all of his friends had invested in this streaming idea, it failed with a thud, he deserved to be sent back to Michigan to be ground under the jackboots of religious extremists.

He had to make the right decision. Should he have Natasha strip, getting them a better thumbnail, or should he go with his original plan and simply up the tease?