“Because to them, you’ll need to put yourself forward as a potential candidate. I want you to mingle, flirt, flatter; do what you do best.”
“I don’t have to meet them all up for dates, do I?”
“I don’t care what you do to them, for them, with them. Hell, you might find a few girls on the side. Just don’t let them know that you’re working for me. I need these girls to feel special enough to brag to their friends. If they think a handsome fella like yourself is interested, they’ll spend more time on the site.”
“I don’t want them messaging me all day. I just want to focus on finding myself a girl.”
“That’s when you log out and turn off your notifications. I’ll handle the rest. Piece of cake, and I have a few other plants, both male, and female who work for me. Two of them are a married couple. Get this shit, the husband tells me it’s a total turn on for him. To each his own.”
“Wow, that’s a fight waiting to happen.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure how long they’ll last, which is why I need a guy like you. You’d love it, and you’ll be getting so many pictures of tits and ass. Your spank bank is going to be overflowing.”
“It is a little empty now that I’d deleted all of Terri’s nudes.” I’d cleared everything from my camera and everything she’d sent to my phone and email. The only pictures I had left in my porn file were stock photos of strangers.
“Dude, you didn’t.” He shook his head.
“Like I could stroke my cock to them and not hear her annoying voice anyway. Trust me; I’m better off without them.”
“If you say so. You could have passed them along to your buddy, just saying.” He chuckled as I gave him a warning glare and then he held his hands up as if to show he surrendered.
“With your site, I’m sure you’re doing OK in the pussy department.”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket as it pinged a strange bell tone. “That’s our trademark notification. You hear one of those, and you know someone’s interested. Lots of times, the girls send their tit pics in the first message. That’s how you know they’re DTF.”
“DTF as in down to fuck?” I wondered how many he was banging.
He glanced at his phone. “Oh yeah. Check this one out.” He turned his phone to reveal an image of a woman baring her breasts for him. “But look, she’s already sent me this.” He ran his finger over the screen and turned the phone again. The image was of the same woman, her legs were spread wide, and she was at least three fingers deep.
“Damn, man. Are sleeping with her?”
“Not yet, I’m seeing a different one at the moment, but she’s next.”
“What are you two talking about? Don’t tell me you’re preying on those unsuspecting women on your site?” Megan walked out from the guest room doorway where she’d been listening and crossed the living room to lean over Hazen’s shoulder. She took the phone and got a peek at the image before the screen darkened. “You’re such a pig!” She slapped his shoulder.
“How am I a pig? I have my intentions listed, and these girls send me the pictures all on their own. I don’t even have to solicit them.” Hazen stuffed his phone in his pocket, and she nudg
ed him.
“You’re still a pig.” She curled her lip, and he chuckled.
“You know you want me,” he said, his eyes following her as she walked around and plopped down in the chair beside him.
“In your dreams, loser.” She stuck up her middle finger, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
I gave Hazen stink eye, but gave him mercy. My sister could take care of herself where he was concerned, and only because he was my friend and known my sister as long as he’d known me, did I let him have fun with her. Anyone else and I was busting heads.
“Come closer and say that, sweetheart.” He rubbed his foot up her calf, and she kicked it away.
“I don’t want your hands on me, much less, your nasty feet.” She folded her arms. “What’s this all about anyway? Why are you trying to lure my brother to your site? He’s got enough problems with finding a decent girl as it is. I highly doubt one of those chicks in your skank bank are going to be any better than the last one he dated.”
I got up and walked to the bar to myself a drink. “He wants me to help him with his site.”
“Doing what?”
“Confidence builder. Lure. Fluffer.” Hazen laughed.
“You called it an ‘admin’. I’m not doing anything you’re calling fluffer.” I took a long pull from my stiff drink.