The gang were out for the evening, planning to catch up on business and have a fun night out in the process.
They decided to meet in a nearby pub - which turned out to be busy due to sports on the main screens. There was a bustling crowd at the bar, and clusters of men and women around TV's and various tables. Brooke smoothed down her dress and looked about the large pub, nervous in case she may be recognised for her video work. Savannah sat beside her, idly flipping a beermat from the edge of the table into her hand.
Pip came back to the table with a tray full of drinks, sat down at the bench and handed them out. Jack and George reached out for their drinks, passing the drinks down to the girls. Savannah took her pint in both hands and slurped at the froth with enthusiasm, while Brooke took her bottle and took a big swig.
'Well,' said Jack, running a finger through a beer spill on the table, 'The platform is pretty much up and running, we have a good host that can scale if need be, and a host of feeds from various social media channels.'
Pip pulled out his ipad and referred to his notes. 'We have been making lots of content and had some excellent reviews and feedback. A very popular trend a few weeks ago with the holiday specials. And thanks to Jack's algorithms we have been to identify trends as they occur, whether on tictok, fb, or wechat.'
'What's weChat?' Savannah asked.
'Ahhh - one of the social media platforms in the far east.' Pip grinned. 'You are particularly popular with that group.'
'Oh good,' Savannah said. 'Blonde with big boobs is a good search.'
'Also - you have a very good stickability, Sav. The guys tend to hang around for a long time to watch you.' Jack said.
'I'll drink to that.' Savannah took another long drink.
'The financials are looking healthy too.' George leant forward, lowering his voice as he had a tendency to boom out loud. 'After a little hiccup with the bank account opening, the manager has accepted the due diligence and we have some healthy rates for currency exchange. Includes bitcoin, of course.'
Brooke nodded. 'Fantastic news. And on our side Savannah and I have been creating plenty of solo content and pulling in one of you boys for an anonymous angle. It works out that 3 days playing about gives us a week's worth of regularly updated content, spicing it up with five releases a day. Four mini clips and one good full length clip per day.'
'We also spend some hours a day chatting to our subscribers.' Savannah said. 'Making friends, satisfying a few fantasies. You know the drill.'
'Yup. Building up the regulars, trying to keep the dippers to a minimum. You know, the guys who subscribe for a week and then download as much as they can and then amscray. Quite an issue with other cam girls, apparently.' Brooke said.
Savannah and Brooke shared a glance..
'And we have noticed a general trend amongst the people we chat to, some requests and suggestions and ideas.' Savannah said.
'You see,' Brooke said, 'unlike pornstars, who are involved in scripted dramas and sets...'
'Yeah,' Pip said. 'Giving us all a false expectation on how quickly a plumber will turn up when it's an emergency.'
Brooke blew Pip a kiss, who caught it and slipped it into his pocket.
'Plumbers and step daughters and all sorts of saucy kinks. But a porn queen gets on set and performs. Our subscribers like to make a connection, and often not in a sex way. Nah, they are curious, and they like to see us enjoy ourselves. I mean, genuinely encourage us to reach deep down and enjoy the entire experience. Also - we are getting lots of requests for reality gonzo. Getting into some adventures with unsuspecting public and reality situations.'
'They love it,' Savannah said. 'Normal guys and girls, familiar places, random hook ups, spur of the moment stuff. But with a story behind it too. The consensus seems to be a good story beats most stuff. They can get close ups and anything they want from porn, they come to us for a different thrill.
Pip sucked in his breath. 'I don't really know what that means.'
'We were hoping that you would be able to come up with a scenario for this sort of thing?' Brooke said. 'You are the master storyteller. I mean, you could probably think of something right now.'
'What, like shagging some random guy in the toilets?'
'Yesss. That could be a good one.' Brooke clicked her fingers. 'But why?'
'Why? I guess, if she was upset with her boyfriend, she could get a bit of revenge.'
'Perfect. It's a great excuse to film the whole thing too. Start with bathroom selfies, a few tears, and then move to the cubicles with some rando.'
There was a hush round the table, then Pip raised his glass. The others followed suit, clinking their glasses against each other, with a small cheer from everyone.
As the table descended into general chat, Brooke slid over to Pip and put her hand on his thigh.
'You OK with this?' she asked.
Pip grinned. 'We have a plan, don't we? Earn a bundle for a few years and then we can do what we want.'
The music on the small dancefloor upped tempo and Savannah clapped her hands with joy.
'Let's dance!' she squealed, pulling at the arm of a reluctant Brooke.
Brooke relented and they both went up to the dancefloor. Moving close to each other, enjoying the music, their bodies undulating and gyrating. Dancing in the moment, without a care in the world. Brooke's dress clung in all the right places, while Savannah's skirt swirled out and her top had some job keeping her breasts in place.
There were many admiring glances toward the pair, especially from a large group of boys at the bar.
After dancing for a few songs, Savannah and Brooke meandered back to the table. They grabbed their drinks and carried on the conversation.
'I do have a friend I've met recently.' Jack said. 'She wants to meet with you, Brooke. Get some advice, I think.'
'Oh?' Brooke replied. 'I would love to - bring her round the apartment some time.'
'Yeah, I will do. Her name is Suki. She is a Japanese exchange student and has stayed on because she just loves it here.'
'Bring her round over the weekend and we can see what we can do for her.' Brooke smiled.
The group drank and chatted for a while, when a guy from the bar made his way to the bathroom. Savannah nudged Brooke. 'I think we may have a candidate.' The two girls looked over at a young man walking from the dancefloor and towards the gents toilets.
Brooke gathered herself, grabbed her phone from her bag, and gave Pip a small kiss on the lips.
'Wish me luck,' she whispered to Savannah, sneakily grabbing her boob. And then she walked to the back of the pub and headed towards the gents toilets.
She entered the toilets and quickly glanced around the room. Cubicles on the right, urinals on the left, with wash basins and hand dryers opposite the urinals. There was just one boy in the room, stood at the urinals humming to himself. Perfect.
She moved to a washbasin, ran a trickle of water and dabbed her eyes so that her mascara smudged. She then started filming.
'And here I am on a crazy night out when I get into an argument with my boyfriend. And guess what happened?'
Brooke was talking to herself in the mirror, recording the performance on her phone. She noticed the guy at the urinals glance round behind her. He looked a bit shocked, and Brooke felt a spark of mischievous excitement.
