Cam had piqued my interest by telling me that I could make more than $3,800 a month. For the last month, he had been selling my dirty laundry to his perverted friends and dirty old men. I had no idea why they would buy them, but they did. Maybe, it was something to sniff while they jerked off, maybe it was a trophy they could show their friends, bragging about a make-believe girlfriend. Whatever the reason, it did not matter, I was making tuition money and I did not have to have a sugar daddy like Sandy.
Cam sat next to me on my bed. I quizzed him about the new business venture. What he told me boggled my mind. He said there were websites for people who had foot and panty fetishes. They would sign up and look at pictures or videos of girl's feet or women wearing panties. He said that they would subscribe to these women's pages and pay a monthly subscription. Some guys would even pay a "tribute" or a tip if the woman did something especially for them. I asked him what kind of money these women made, and he said five figures. I asked, per year. Cam laughed and told me that was per month. I slapped him and told him he was nuts. He got really serious and looked me square in the eye and said, "someone as beautiful as you, with your amazing body and feet would just kill it on this site." I blushed at the compliment but was still unsure.
I asked Cam what I would have to do. The little nerd got all business like with me and really excited. He told me he would start by making me a page. The next step would be to take some pictures of my feet in socks, heels, sneakers and naked. Then he would take more of my butt and pussy in panties, all types of panties. The last step was to put them on the site and then "invite" men to look and get a free sample. Cam said that the most successful girls put a small sampling on their free section, then put all the "good stuff" in the pay area. Cam was very into it. He had a whole plan and answered every question quickly and succinctly. I gave it a moment, then thought, what the heck, what do I have to lose.
Cam wanted to start right away. He pulled out his phone and became a modeling director. The little nerd was so into it. He rummaged through my drawers and pulled out a pile of undies and socks and had me put each on. He took what seemed like hundreds of pictures, all the while commenting on how good I looked. Shit, I thought, this kid knows how to make a woman feel appreciated. After about two hours, he was done and asked me to give him a few hours to get things on the internet. He left my room on cloud nine with a bounce in his step. I just shook my head, got dressed for work and headed out.