My weeks were now full, completely full. School, work and doing Cam things filled every moment of my days and evenings. I had not gone out with friends in months. Many of them thought that my relationship with Cam was toxic and that he was in total control of me. They worried about me. I could not tell them what I was doing. They would not understand and if it got out, all hell would break loose. Cam had a similar issue, his frat buddies just assumed I had reprogrammed him into a slave. Someone that would do all my chores, do my laundry, clean my room in return for some panties or a smelly sock. It was our secret and Cam had kept it. The little shit had some integrity, which strangely made me wet when I thought about it.
Cam had "storyboarded" several scenes and we had videoed them. He had placed them on the website and had done some promotion online. He stopped by my room with his computer looking pretty proud of himself. He opened his computer and opened the dashboard attached to my site, then pointed at the screen. I looked, there was a number, $12,475.93. "What the fuck is that?", I asked. Cam proudly said that this was how much my videos brought in during the first three weeks. I slapped him hard and asked if he was shitting me. He laughed and said that he thought at this rate I could be as popular as Princess Rene. I was flabbergasted. Princess Rene showed everything, she was in your face and easily recognizable. My videos were soft core teases in which you never got more than a peek at what may be, but never what was. Cam beamed and said he knew the denial would be my selling point. Men that came to these sites craved being denied by woman. They had spent all their lives being told they were creepers or ugly or dorks. That had programmed their minds to believe that an interaction with a woman should make them feel ashamed and degraded.
I rolled my eyes, what a fucked-up world we lived in. Most woman I knew wanted to chase men, get laid till they found a guy over six foot tall, that had a job, then settle down. At this rate, they will have to talk shit to a guy, make him jerk off into a sock or panties, then hope that they want to date them. I had learned so much from Cam it was scary. Much of what I learned was just plain fucked up.