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I felt a familiar itch that had been nettling at me for the past, well, couple of years, really. An irritant that I couldn’t scratch,couldn’t make go away. It niggled at me endlessly, only calmed with long trips to the gym to distract myself.
That ache for that long-lost attention and adoration.
I don’t think I realized, until it was gone, what an addiction it had become, how the absence of it had created an endless pit of withdrawal.
What had just started as a way to check in on old friends, as one hour stretched into two, I started to wonder if this was what had been missing. If I could get the attention I’d been so desperately seeking through an anonymous venture.
I didn’t even have to tell the club.
Not if I was careful enough to hide my identity.
The answer came in the last ten minutes of the meeting, as Sion started naming off a list of types of content creators he was actively seeking to have on his platform.
One, in particular, stood out.
Attractive, fit, men in masks.
Apparently, I wouldn’t even need to speak because there was a sound catalog that could be used.
The second Sion declared that was about all he had to say, the feet girl, Siana, nearly flew out of her chair. Head ducked, she rushed out of the door before anyone could say anything to her.
Weird.
“So, Alaric, man,” Sion said, clamping his meaty hand on my shoulder. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re going to be a really rich man,” I said, meaning it.
“That’s definitely part of the plan,” he agreed. “Also, the other options out there can be a bit predatory toward the creator. I really wanted to make something that is better for us. And more streamlined for the subscribers.”
“How long has it been up?”
“We were in beta for a year before we had an official launch. We’ve been operating for about eight months now.”
“Why are you recruiting then?” I asked.
“Mostly because we need male creators,” he said, shrugging. “There’s a big demand for men that cater more to the female gaze. That’s why I hit up the old crews,” he said, waving back toward the table where the men were talking in small groups. I recognized a few of them, but some I figured were from before and after my time.
“Do you have your own page?” I asked.
“I used to. I was our first full-time content creator. For about half a day until other creators joined up. But the business side of things has really started to eat up my time. I barely have time to eat and hit the gym these days, let alone try to make content.”
“You taking me for a ride in your Lambo after this?” I asked.
“It’s being built.”
“I was fucking around,” I said, laughing. “Shit, man. You’re killing it, huh?”
“It’s been a good venture. But I’m not the only one killing it. I have Amie, the domme’s, permission to share this: she’s clearing over a million a year. And that’s not exactly unusual on the site.”
Over a million. And she wasn’t even fucking on camera.
It wasn’t about the money, per se.
I had a good job.
I made more money than I needed, considering I was still living at the clubhouse.
But something was telling me that this was an outlet I needed, that this was the thing that had been missing since I’d joined the club.
