Yes, they'd attracted some viewers

Damn.

Topless, Natasha was even more beautiful than he'd imagined. Breasts that big should sag or droop. Hers didn't. Yet he was completely certain they were 100% natural, not implants, sexy as those might be.

"It might be nice to say something," Natasha said.

"Veronica, I knew you were beautiful but even my wildest dreams couldn't--"

"Sorry I asked. I guess I'll have to handle the talking. Now, should we set a challenge. Maybe fifty tokens and you get to touch them?"

"Uh, that sounds fair."

"And maybe fifty tokens and I have to stroke your dick... through your pants, of course. If they want me to touch it directly, let's say one-fifty."

"Those all sound reasonable."

What sounded even more reasonable was the sound of faint chime from Tanya's computer, audible proof that tokens were coming in.

"Twenty tokens for Vanessa to squeeze her tits together for, say a minute," Matt said, finally managing to control his tongue again.

The rest of the hour flew by with Natasha losing her pants for seventy-five, stroking his dick through his jeans for fifty, him losing those jeans for twenty, and her squeezing her tits for twenty... plus a few miscellaneous tips for good measure.

"Okay," Tanya called, "that's a wrap. Nice job guys. We were rolling in some tips at the end, at least. Next show in three minutes. Natasha, can I schedule you for the same time next week?"

Natasha looked from Matt to Tanya. "You know, I don't think so."

Crap.