Page 9 of Drive Me Crazy
“Upkeep?” I stood and held up a large neon green dildo in one hand.
“Yes, upkeep.” She swiped the dildo from me and tossed it into the drawer where I’d taken it. “Waxing, gym fees — I take this seriously, and how I look is part of that.”
I couldn’t argue with that, although I had an inclination that even without the upkeep she’d be the hottest girl online.
“I see that. How much are you making a month? Is it profitable?”
I’d run the numbers in my head earlier. If she worked for a few hours each night, she was probably making a few hundred dollars a night and at five nights a week that probably added up to a healthy sum. Of course, there were taxes and expenses, but she was still making more than I had at her age. She wasn’t doing this for the money though. Not really. Sure, I understood her desire to be able to provide for herself, but Nathan had bought her Jeep and she didn’t have any debts that I knew of.
She still hadn’t answered me, and when I turned she was biting her bottom lip and regarding me carefully as if she wasn’t sure she should tell me.
“I’m just trying to understand the business and make sure you’re being smart about it. If this is really what you want to do then it needs to be a financially viable option long term.”
“Six thousand a month after Wet & Wyld takes their cut,” she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
“You’re raking in six thousand dollars a month off this?” I waved my hands around the room. “Aftertheir cut? Fuck, maybe I need to switch careers.”
I ran a hand through my already mussed hair. I wasn’t going to have any left if I spent any more time with this girl. “How much do they take?”
“They take thirty percent, but I get bonuses if I’m among the top five visited party rooms each month.”
No doubt she was.
“That’s a big cut. What do you get in return?”
She shrugged. “I don’t have to worry about all the technical stuff. I just show up.”
“Why not just learn the technical stuff and make your own website?”
Another shrug.
“And taxes, are you set up with an accountant?” I was starting to feel like I was grilling her, but at least she was still fully clothed.
“Granny referred me to hers.”
My eyebrows shot straight up. “She knows?”
“I don’t think she totally understands what it is I do, but yes she knows.”
“What the hell are you doing with that kind of money?”
“That’s not any of your business.”
“It’s my business if you want me to take this seriously. That’s a lot of money to be blowing each month.”
“I’m not blowing it,” she huffed.
“Do you even have a savings account?”
“Yes. I have a savings account and Nathan helped me set up an IRA. I only keep out two thousand a month for bills and fun. All the rest of it I put away. I’m not an idiot.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and stared me down.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply that you were an idiot. It’s easy to see how much work you put into this, but I want to make sure you’ve considered everything.”
“I have.”
“Have you considered what you might do when you’re sick of being naked online?”
