Page 105 of Prince of Pain

“Yeah. You don’t want to stick around?” He started leading us towards the house, and I shook my head.

“Not today. We have drugs to smoke and porn to make.”

That made him laugh. “You’re actually going to do it?”

“Yep. Bought her the laptop and camera, so now we just have to set everything up.”

Tempest grinned, pushing between us to walk. “I set everything up last night, I just need to make a bunch of content and figure out where to promote it.”

That surprised me. She sounded organized.

“Call if you need a hand. Or a dick,” Mason joked as we stepped into the house. The music was booming but it was as if they heard us enter because eyes swung our way.

I was used to it, but what if someone was spying on me for Mom?

I scowled at one of the guys who continued to stare, and he recoiled as if I’d slapped him.

Tempest moved closer to me as a group of girls whispered amongst themselves while smirking at her, and I draped an arm around her shoulders to keep her close, the girls’ faces falling.

I didn’t want them giving her shit tonight and ruining our fun.

We finally found Channing and Wolfe sitting on the couch, a girl on Channing’s lap and a smug look on her face. I had no idea what she was being so smug about, it wasn’t like Tempest would get jealous.

“Donovan. Fleshlight with legs,” Channing greeted, and Tempest flipped him off.

“Walking dildo.”

I snickered, tugging her closer. “Baby, don’t piss him off. You hang out with Mase while I talk to Chan, okay?”

Thankfully, she nodded, having no problem with Mason taking her hand and dragging her away. If they were fucking, they had to be quick because I didn’t want to hang around here for long.

Tempest

Mason and I had barely sat down to talk when Ryder appeared in the doorway of the bedroom and told me we were leaving. I almost invited Mason to come with us, but Ryder gave me a knowing look and shook his head.

He wanted me to himself? That was fine by me.

Mason promised to call me and then I was being dragged out to the car, amusement filling me as I eyed Ryder across the car as he drove.

“Are you really horny or something?”

“I just want to get home, Temp. It’s been a long couple of days, and I didn’t sleep last night. Hopefully, this shit will wake me up, and we can make a plan for this new career of yours,” he answered, glancing at me. “Do you know how much you’ll charge for stuff? Are you just going to do photos and a few videos, or will you do custom stuff and live videos?”

“You know a lot about porn.”

“I've watched enough of it, so I’d be concerned if I didn’t know,” he grinned. “Sell your panties, that’s popular.”

“I could if you stopped tearing them off me,” I deadpanned, unlocking my phone and googling a few things. Prices varied drastically. “Custom videos go for a lot.”

“It’s time-consuming, but I think it would be worth it. Hell, if porn doesn’t work, just fuck people for money,” he said seriously, making me frown.

“I can’t be a hooker.”

“Why not? You’re good in bed, and they’d come fast if they’re not trying to get you off. Quickest money you’d ever make.”

“The reality is that hookers don’t make a lot per client.”

“So? You could charge fifty bucks for a fuck, and you’d be making more than you currently are when you’re on your back for strangers,” he said dryly. “I’ll cut a hole in the bedroom door, and we can open a glory hole business.”

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