snowballed from there,” I say with complete confidence.
“Good. Let me show you one of the areas we might use,” Ice offers. “Then we’ll visit the house we’re setting up.”
Damn, sounds like Ice has this thought out a hell of a lot better than we did.
“Joke’s on you, by the way,” Jigsaw whispers as we follow Ice and T-Bone over gray tile floors into a narrow, stark-white hallway. “Now she’ll want to tend to my boo-boos even more after you basically told her I’m brain-damaged.”
“You’re here to listen and learn,” I growl.
The sooner I turn over the porn production to Jiggy, the better. His obsession with female anatomy makes him perfect for the job.
“So you’re all wifed up now, Rooster?” T-Bone asks.
“I’ve got a girl,” I answer carefully.
“She’s actually pretty cool,” Jigsaw says. “Don’t know what she sees in Rooster, though.”
Ice glances over his shoulder. “You patch her yet?”
Why does everyone keep asking me about patching Shelby? “Not yet.”
“Keep an eye on her if you bring her by,” he warns.
Great.
I hadn’t decided if I was going to even bring Shelby here. Yeah, it’s another Lost Kings MC charter, but I haven’t visited enough lately to know if it’s somewhere I’m comfortable taking Shelby. Especially when our time together is so fleeting.
We step through a wide open door and Ice flips on a light. We’re standing in a cool, mostly empty cement basement that resembles something out of a Saw movie more than a biker clubhouse.
“Z said you’re good at setting stuff up?”
“Depends what we’re talking about.”
Ice hooks his thumbs in his pockets and turns to face us. “Already got the talent.”
I bet you do. “That’s the hardest part.”
“Anya’s my star. She’s accumulated a huge fanbase in a short amount of time.”
“Even better.”
“She hot?” Jigsaw asks.
T-Bone side-eyes him. “Here I thought Rooster was joking about you taking some knocks to the head.”
I cover up my laugh with a cough.
“Anyway,” Ice says, giving Jiggy a final warning scowl, “she’s been camming for a while but wants to focus on film.”
“Smart move,” I answer. “Camming’s a lot of work. If she starts creating content instead, she can spend a day or two filming, then have a finished product to sell forever.”
“Right.” Ice waves his hand in the air. “I don’t care about the details. I just want her safe, happy, and making bank.”
T-Bone glances down at his boots and chuckles.
“So you have female talent covered.” I’d really rather not know the details about Ice’s relationship with his “talent.” “What about male performers?”
Both of them sort of gag as if I’d asked them to fuck random dudes. Working hard to control my eye roll, I elaborate, “Our star was in the industry before so she already had access to talent. Then she does this other thing where she takes applications from her audience.”
“Yeah, I don’t want Anya doing that,” Ice says quickly.
“She can work it out later.” For fuck’s sake, I’m sorry I even mentioned it. Unless he’s planning for her to only film solo stuff, logic dictates dudes are an obvious ingredient. Whatever.
I move on to some other ideas. “Custom stuff will sell big. Customers get off on thinking they’re the director. She can also do some content trade with other performers.”
As much as Z wants me to leave Stella out of this, her numbers were down last month. Nothing alarming, but some exclusive scenes from a newcomer might help boost interest. If they partner up, it could benefit both girls and both charters in the long run.
“We can build her own website where she controls everything, or upload to a platform that will store and deliver for you. Those places usually take a hefty commission, but it can be worth it for the traffic they generate.”
“Let’s keep it in-house.”
“All right. I’ll still get her set up on a few platforms. She can post short clips there and direct them to her site where they can pay for the full ones.”
“Yeah, I like that idea.”
“Having your own location simplifies things. No reason to get permits to film, but she’s going to have to keep some records of anyone she shoots with.” Outlaws aren’t so fond of paper trails. While this whole operation’s quasi-legit at best, that’s a basic requirement that needs to be addressed whether Ice likes it or not. Again, it was simpler setting up this stuff with Stella because she’d already been in the business for years.
“Yeah, that’ll be my job too.” T-Bone raises his hand slightly.