After giving guys a few lap dances, Max emptied his cash in the dressing room backstage, "$550," he counted. Then he squeezed his nuts, and said, " That was just the warm up act, Chad. A couple hundred guys paid 20 bucks to stream our dance routine, after seeing the video I made of you in my underwear drawer becoming my shorts. Tomorrow, my private performance will cost $100 cover, and I expect $10 and $20 bills, not ones after I blow my load in you on stage. Then the real fun part begins, I auction you off to the high bidder. " Max laughed.
Chad was freaking who was Max? Why was he doing this to Chad? Who would pay to set-up
Ping.
Max checked his phone. "Fuck, Chad, there are sure a lot of people who want to see me cum in you. The show sold out already. I was going to charge $20 for pay per view stream, but I can see Winston Prep already is scheduling a viewing party at their school theater. Hm, $100 for pay per view? Maybe? Winston Prep is looking their money to his on you. Guess, they will take turns wearing you? I don't care, long as they pay. Ooh, private message from that rich asshole Raymond Butts II, he wants to buy a ticket to the show for $1000, ha!"
Winston Prep? They were one of the schools Chad and his team defeated in the finals. Butts? Oh, yeah, he was pissed at Chad because he'd bet against Chad's team and lost. He had challenged Chad to a street race, wrecked his Lamborghini, and blamed Chad. Chad really was getting worried. This wasn't just a prank, was it??
Max farted as if to punctuate Chad's realization.