If he’s completely honest, he’s tired of hiring hookers to take care of what you could satiate in minutes. Or if he’s being more honest with himself, he’s tired of hiring hookers to pretend they’re you knowing if they were you, he wouldn’t stop after an hour. It’s become some sort of an obsession. It’s like you’re doing it on purpose. The little smiles, the skirts too short for class. You were practically begging him to do something about it, and so he did. Just a video of when you thought no one was looking. Experiencing your own body, so to say. He casually sets the phone down, looking to your shoulder led and embarrassed expression. Adorable, but now isnt the time to mention that. “It’s simple, really. You indulge my little requests and the video stays private. You tell anyone, and you’ll become the next big thing. You’re a smart girl. Choose wisely.”