Page 89 of Prince of Pain
“If you’re making money, then I’d better get a cut since I’m the pimp.”
“You don’t need the money.”
“Rich people have money because they’re greedy, sue me,” he teased, sliding an arm around my shoulders to speak in my ear. “We could build an empire with your pussy, I bet.”
Mason snickered, waving at Channing as we spotted them up ahead while answering Ryder. “You don’t need to build an empire. You Donovans already have one.”
“That’s my parents’ empire. We need our own. You guys can sell the drugs, Temp can sell her pussy, and I can be like a business manager,” he grinned. “Right, baby? Tell him I’d be a good manager.”
“You’d be a terrible manager. You’d sample all the goods, and we’d make no money,” I said flatly, giggling as he grabbed me and tossed me over his shoulder, swatting my butt. “Ry!”
Mason laughed as we joined the other two, Channing meeting my gaze the second Ryder put me back on the ground.
“You look better today.”
“So do you, but that might be the champagne I had for breakfast,” I smiled sweetly, making him roll his eyes. I had no idea when he’d seen me last.
“Whatever you say.”
We all ended up having lunch at some fancy place Ryder liked, and once we’d consumed a stack of overpriced food and whiskey, we headed back to the hotel to start partying.
I could get used to this shit.
The hotel staff completely ignored us as we loudly walked through the lobby, not even glancing our way when Ryder tossed me over his shoulder to carry me the rest of the way.
Having money really did let you get away with anything.
I gave Mason a tour of the penthouse we were in while Ryder headed out to the balcony with Channing and Wolfe, letting them discuss drugs and money on their own.
“How much is this place a night,” Mason mumbled under his breath as I showed him the bathroom, his eyes taking it all in. “This is insane.”
“I don’t know. Thousands,” I shrugged, moving through to the bedroom.
Staff had been through to clean, thankfully, and I dropped back on the bed with a sigh. He joined me, staring at the ceiling in silence for a while before talking. “I think you really should consider working in the sex industry. It makes lots of money if you work hard enough.”
“I don’t even have a computer to edit videos with.”
“Ry will get you one. Get everything you need and start. He doesn’t care about sharing you, so porn won’t faze him. I know you like being a princess and letting someone pay for all your shit, but wouldn’t you like to rely on yourself for money? Working for yourself is cool too because you can pick your own hours and don’t have to answer to anyone.”
“How do I even start? I can take photos and post them, but convincing people to pay for that shit is hard.”
“It’s time consuming for sure. If you want big bucks, you have to work hard for it. Starting out is the worst part, but after that, it’s not as bad. I’m happy to be a photographer for you,” he winked, making me laugh as I rolled over to face him.
“What do you want in return?”
“You to deal with my blue balls when you’re done,” he joked, reaching up to tuck my hair behind my ear. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Temp. Use that to your advantage. Do cam girl shit if you have to. Creepy old dudes would love to see you strip on camera and call them baby.”
“Sounds gross.”
“Sounds like money,” he corrected, sitting up and pulling his phone out of his pocket.
He showed me a bunch of random articles he’d saved for me about the industry, and I almost choked when I saw what some people were making.
“Millions?!”
“That’s not on average, FYI. Average people in the Onlyfans market barely make one fifty a month, but if you hit the market right, you could at least make a few thousand a month minimum. You can do all kinds of shit on that platform. Branch out to other ones too though, like the cam girl sites and kink platforms,” he said, and I gave him an amused glance.
“How do you know all of this?”