<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/9wma3E9.jpg)</div>Stacy couldn’t help but briefly smile at his reply to her reproachful words about his cumming too quickly. And yeah, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that. She had treated his dick like it had been another dildo, an inanimate object, like it didn’t matter how hard or how fast or slow she went at it. The small reprieve only lasted so long, her mind soured again by the perceived failure of their first attempt together. She felt a small moment of regret when her continued words of criticism seem to deflate him, or at the very least make him return to his more arrogant and stand-offish tone of the day before.<strong>“Whoa, what?”</strong>She had just about enough time to ask an unanswered one word question before he had readjusted his attire and then left her apartment. She sighed, pretty convinced that the new arrangement with David would be a one and done thing. Especially since he had even said he didn’t want his cut for the one show they had done.<br/><br/>Not that it mattered much, she doubted that the archived stream would yield many views and just the money made from the live subscribers would only be a relative pittance. Especially David’s cut of 25% of it. Stacy washed away some of her disappointment with a long hot shower. Then she settled in front of her laptop with a mug of hot cocoa to chat some with her regulars and fans. It was a way to build and maintain her audience, part of the act, fan interactions. It also was a helpful tool to get feedback directly from her audience. Which meant that she was taken aback by the reactions. They were overwhelmingly positive, complimenting her for her performance, expressing enthusiasm about finally tackling a real dick and there was even a good deal of interest in who the ‘old stud’ was she had used as her stunt cock. A notion was starting to form in her mind that perhaps he had been too critical, too fast of their first attempt. Especially since the positive comments kept on rolling in.<br/><br/>After pushing the laptop shut for the night and going to bed, she logged on to her account the very next morning, after a quick breakfast of cereal and hot fresh coffee. This time she checked the stats for both her subscribers and page views. To her surprise, the short stream she had shot with David the night prior was doing rather well. She hadn’t made any top ten lists with it of course, but considering it was a short format video, it actually had a good amount of page views. The bigger surprise was her subscriber total. She had a noticeable uptick in subscribers. Again not a huge number, but more than she’d usually get on a single day. Much more, in fact. Now Stacy was annoyed with herself. Perhaps David had been on to something after all. The numbers seemed to suggest the beginning of something. Only she could test her hypothesis any further without his help and the way they had left things the night before suggested he was done.<br/><br/>In the end, she got dressed and repeated her routine from the day prior by going to find David wherever he was busy tending to the green. She was briefly worried he had not showed up that day until she found him trimming hedges at the very opposite edge of the complex to her apartment.<strong>“Hey there… Got a minute?”</strong>She gave him a sheepish, apologetic smile.<strong>“About last night… turns out we did a bit better than I thought. The stream got a decent number of non-live views overnight. And I got a noticeable uptick in new subscribers. So you might be onto something… I’m sorry about how I left things last night. I kind of hope no bridges were burned? Want to try again tonight or tomorrow night? I can do better too, I was just so used to performing with toys that I didn’t really think of pacing myself a bit.”</strong>As she talked she noticed that two other groundskeepers who were nearby were watching her convo with David with some interest.<br/>