That’s a very good question.

“Give me a minute to think about this,” I say, stalling. “It... kinda came at me out of left field.” Noelle nods understandingly. I sit back, my eyes crossing. On the one hand, it’s an extension of what I’ve already been doing to earn money—and would make me a lot more, I’d guess. The allure of getting to fuck all sorts of sexy women is strong, too. I’d start off with Noelle, but she could hardly object to me working with other women as well, since she obviously didn’t stop doing porn when she asked me to be her boyfriend. And she wants me to do it, which means something . . . though, again, she didn’t stop doing porn when she asked me to be her boyfriend, so she’s clearly been less exclusive than I have.

On the other hand, I’d have to shut down the business. I don’t have enough free time to do porn without dropping something, and I’m not giving up my shot with the baseball team. That would mean not only cutting off all my clients but breaking my partnership with Alyssa. I’d have to tell her why I was quitting. That’s not appealing at all.

Plus, I don’t want to do porn as a career. I have other goals that I don’t want to give up. I want to make the world a better place, not just be an entertainer. Maybe I could take Noelle’s offer and not threaten my professional future, but maybe not.

Still, the allure of being a porn star right now is strong. It feels like it would be one up on guys like Rick Wood who looked down on me in high school. That might even be more appealing than all the sex.