<strong>"I'm worth the money, you don't have to worry about that,"</strong>he said, rather cockily but it wasn't without merit. David was self aware enough to know his own value, to know that he had the necesarry look, size, and output down below to drive numbers up. Combined with her oral skill, he couldn't foresee their partnership not working, but if she was worried he would give in. She would be the one doing most of the work anyway if this was gonna all be blowjob and facefuck type of stuff. She was the artist, he was just the high quality, big dicked canvas for her to work her masterpieces on.<br/><br/><strong>"But 25 is fine for now if it makes you feel better. Just telling you now when numbers go up I want 40."</strong><br/><br/>There wasn't any hesitation or trepidation when she suggested seeing what she had to work with. David was anything but a shy man at this point and stood without needing to be asked again and unceremoniously dropped his pants to his ankles. His dick was flaccid, but still obviously huge and easy to imagine being quite the impressive unit when brought to full attention. His balls hung heavy and full, perfectly shaped for vigorous sucking and they hung low enough to cover her nose and impair her vision even if she ever decided to lay down and let him face fuck her. It really was a perfect dick for what she needed to show off her talents. The fact that it was attached to a significantly older man as well, well perhaps that would just drive more subscriptions to the older demographic as well?<br/><br/>Without bothering to pull his pants up yet, David took her hand in his own, his grip surprisingly gentle though she could feel the hard callouses on his fingertips and palm.<strong>"David Tisdale. You probably already do this for yourself, but obviously I'd prefer if you don't refer to me by name on the stream. Call me Mr. D or Daddy or something, and never show my face."</strong>he told and let her hand go, bending over to pull his pants back up and fix himself up.<br/><br/><strong>"Some other pieces of advise, if you want it. One: Wear some sort of choker. Deep throat stuff always looks better when you can really see the bulge and chokers show it really good. Two: Even though this is strictly business, the guys watching you don't need to know that. Come up with some sort of connection between us. I'm your landlord who takes blowjobs for rent, or your sugar daddy, or just the nice old man from a couple doors down who came over to help fix your sink. Make it seem personal, even when it ain't. Anyway, I'll be back around about a half past six."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The rest of David's day went fairly standard as his crew finished up the apartments. His eyes kept drifting back towards C3 now and again, just wondering if he could see Stacy watching him to working on anything, but it was too far away to see anything going on over there. When he was younger, butterflies would've been welling up in his belly at the thought of becoming the lucky dick to be sucked by a beautiful woman like Stacy, and paid to do it even, but now it was just cold hard business with a happy ending. David was starving when they knocked off after five, so first things first he got some takeout that he had to eat on the way home so he'd have time to shower and then drive back across town to show up when he told her would. He regretted not telling her seven, but he was able to be back on her doorstep just in time.<br/><br/>David had cleaned up significantly and was wearing a nice cream colored button tucked into blue jeans. He'd trimmed his beard up a touch, mostly so it wouldn't get in the way of the POV perspective she planned to use and trimmed up downstairs as well, but not till perfectly smooth on his pubic hair, leaving a healthy little tuft. He did shave his balls smooth though since oral was going to be the focus here. A little bit of cologne on his neck and he was good to go. David gave two raps on her door and waited.