I was back in my house. The lights were on, the messy furniture exactly where I had left it. The house felt less like a safe haven and more like a very expensive prison now. I dropped the backpack containing the laptop and the hard drive onto the living room floor.
The negotiation was over. The hustling had to begin. I had just purchased 30 days of life, and I needed to turn a digital wallet of $13,000 into $400,000 in revenue, or Big Mom would send Abigail to collect the debt and my life.
I tore into my backpack, pulling out the laptop and the encrypted drive. I quickly decrypted the "Virgin Anal Scene" video with Sasha. I was so focused, I barely registered the throbbing in my cheek.
I opened the XXX Global hub. My Nuru massage scene had amassed 1.4 million views. I laughed hysterically, clutching my head in disbelief.
"I'm fucking blowing up!!!" I screamed through the room. I checked subscriptions. There were now 17,051 subscribers. The system worked faster than I had ever dared to dream.
I realized I had already secured the initial wave of revenue, but the core strategy remaine. I needed to convert those free followers into paying customers and prove the model's sustainability to Big Mom.
My thought process clicked into place. If I could turn these seventeen thousand free subscribers into paying subs, I could easily make four hundred thousand dollars in less than a month, and then some.
But I needed a way to lure them to pay. If I could shoot enough videos to get their attention, that was the key. You couldn't ask people to pay when you had few content. I had to shoot as many diverse scenes as I could in a short period of time.
I couldn't use just one model. Sasha had been received well by the audience, but I needed new faces. Jess was already inline, but I needed more girls.
I could also run a promotion and ask for fifty dollars for a lifetime access to my content. Seventeen thousand paying subscribers could make me eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Even if half of that number paid, I would still be able to pay off Big Mom.
The math was clear. The strategy was set. Content saturation and aggressive Promotion.
I published the anal scene I had made with Sasha.
[Sasha offers me her anal virginity]
The Nuru massage scene was already driving traffic. All that was needed was locking in those high conversion rates.
I had published a 15-minute free clip of my Nuru massage scene, but now I published the rest of the video on locked content, along with the new "Sasha offers me her anal virginity" video.
I implemented the pricing structure:
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Tier 1: Lifetime Value.
Offer: Lifetime Access to all current and future content, including the viral "Virgin Anal Scene."
Price: $35.99 (Discounted from $50 for a 72-hour flash sale).
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The first money I'd make, I would have to use it immediately to purchase banner and native ad space on major adult forums and traffic networks, driving high-volume traffic directly to the $35 lifetime deal page.
"Now, I have to wait for Jess so we could shoot her lesbian scene," I muttered.
She'd said she would contact me when she was ready. That could translate into weeks, months even. I hadn't that luxury. I had to shoot as soon to prove the $1M MRR goal was sustainable.
I decided I would contact her tomorrow at the gym and ask her where she stood. For now, I had to plan on how to get more models.
"If I can get more girls like Sasha," I thought.
If they could charge me the same price as Sasha which was $600 per scene from the system rewards, which I could use to pay them, I could manage to pay them. The system rewarded me $1800 per scene, and I was still on Level 1. If I could get two more girls for now, that would triple my content output.
I had to ask Sasha if she could help me out with referrals. I had to check if she was at home.
I went to Sasha's room, I wondered if she was even there since I last saw her at the motel and told her to run. She had probably left the city.
I knocked on her door.
Nothing happened. It seemed as if no one was there. I knocked again twice. There was still no response.
I was about to turn and go when I heard sounds coming from her room—a rhythmic, slick thudding and low, guttural moans. Somebody was definitely in there, and they weren't watching TV.
I gently pushed the doorknob down. It was unlocked. I opened the door.
I was immediately welcomed by the sight of Sasha, her back arched, her face a mask of intense pleasure, riding someone vigorously. Her waist moved in hypnotic circles, her skin slick with sweat, her short-skirted dress pulled up to her waist.
Then I noticed that the person she was riding wasn't a man at all, but a woman.
It was Red Eye, Abigail.
They were scissoring each other, their inner thighs pressed together, providing the friction that drove Sasha's ecstatic gasps. Abigail was underneath, her strong, athletic legs wrapped tightly around Sasha's back, her blonde hair damp and plastered to her temples. Her usually cold face was flushed, mouth parted in a satisfied sneer, and her gaze was locked entirely on Sasha's eyes. Their bodies were locked in a beautiful, powerful symmetry, glistening under the room's dim light.
"What the fuck?" I blurted out, the word escaping on a ragged gasp.
Abigail's eyes immediately snapped to mine. She didn't flinch or look embarrassed. Instead, she offered a slow, predatory, mocking smile.
Sasha, hearing my voice, turned and froze, her pleasure instantly dissolving into panic.
"Druski, what the fuck do you think you are doing!!!" she screamed, scrambling off Abigail and trying to pull her skirt down.