Page 203 of So This Is War
Patty laughs. “I guess you’re right about that.” She crosses one leg over the other and asks, “So you’ve watched my videos?”
“I have,” I say. “Introduced my boyfriend to them. They’re really good.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that and love that you’re a woman who watches them. My clientele is mostly men, so I love knowing a female is enjoying them as well.”
“Well, my best friend enjoys them with her boyfriend too.”
“I love that.” She glances at the time on Deena’s phone and sighs as Deena places water in front of us. “I hate to rush, but I’m between private sessions right now. I’m sorry the last one ran late, but I offer my patrons the opportunity to buy bonus time, and well, the man I was with last was stacking up bonus time. So I apologize.”
“Not a problem at all.”
“Well, let’s get down to business. I loved the pictures. You are incredibly talented, and I thought your proposal, offering these prints to patrons who buy into a subscription every month, was genius. Deena and I were talking, and we both agree that this would be a very lucrative opportunity. But she came up with the idea where patrons, for an extra price, can send in a picture of themselves to have you draw an erotic scene of me with that person. Is that something you could do?”
“Oh my goodness, that’s such an innovative idea.” I wonder if they’d be willing to send pictures of them on their hands and knees. “And yes, I’d possibly need to have a fairly specificphoto of the person to get their body accurate. Positioning. Proportions, that sort of thing.”
“Totally agree, and we could provide specifics to patrons once they sign and pay perhaps?”
“Definitely,” Deena adds.
“We’re thinking that there’d only be a certain amount of those available every month. So there would be tiered packages. The top tier would be offered all the prints for that month, plus the personalized one. This would be an extravagant price, and we’d only have five available.”
“Ooo, you could have them outbid each other,” I say, and Patty’s eyes light up.
“That’s brilliant.”
“They’d bid high,” Deena says.
“Yes, they would.” Keeping her eyes on me, Patty says, “We can work out the details, but I’d love to get you on board . . . exclusively. Meaning, I wouldn’t want you doing this for anyone else, especially since some people have already copied the model I’ve developed.”
“Wait, you want to hire me?”
“Yes,” Patty says. “And offer you forty percent of any purchases of your prints on my website, including all tiers.”
“F-forty?” I ask, utterly shocked.
“Yes, Deena and I, which, I’m sorry I didn’t introduce you, but Deena is my wife. We both believe that women should support women, and with your talent, we want to make sure you’re compensated properly, especially since this was your idea.”
Uh, my mind is racing.
First of all . . . wife?
I had no idea.
Second of all . . . forty percent?
Holy shit.
If Patty even sold two prints for five thousand each per month, that’s four thousand dollars. That’s three grand after tax. And I know she’d sell more than that. Possibly double.I can live on that.And if my name is associated with Patty’s in the art world...this is incredible.“Thank you, Patty. I’m speechless. That’s such a generous offer. I feel so affirmed...in my art...as a potential businesswoman. It’s amazing.”
“We want to thank you, Wylie. We’re thrilled.” She looks at her wife, who looks at her watch. “Deena can walk you through all of the details because I have to jump on this call, but I hope you accept. I’d love to work with you on this idea.” She reaches out and clasps my hand for a second before she turns to Deena, kisses her, then heads over to the bed where she sets up her camera and removes her robe.
Dear God.
I look away as Deena says, “Why don’t we leave her to it so we can discuss details?”
“Sounds great,” I say as Deena leads me out of the room.
How is this actually happening?This is not only insane but also so unbelievably lucrative.
