DROP THIRTY-SEVEN

 

 

Tony opened his laptop and started typing. “I’m letting our fans know, we’ve already got 47 viewers ready and waiting.”

“We have fans?” Hector said, not quite believing it. He drank from his ouzo, it was the cheap stuff. Good, it got to your head faster, though it couldn’t have been good for your eyesight.

Tony snorted. “Of course we do! The girls bring in some of their own.” He shrugged apologetically, “Agreed, they are not some of the most popular ones, and I might have shared a bit of info on the Pies on some specific online circles.”

“Tony, I swear, if you-”

“No nudes, I swear!” Tony raised his palm in surrender, still typing with the other. “Juicy details, I might have embellished them a little bit. You know, keep the fans thirsty for more, getting them ready for the qualifiers…” He drank his soft drink and burped. “You know, building up online buzz. Trust me, this is my jam, you know I got this.” Hector could see that he had raised all the Boobcam streams around him in his veil, which effectively made him a person surrounded by ethereal titties.

Hector shook his head. Overgrown baby in a playground, indeed. But he did have this.

He looked away, but then something caught his attention in the monitors. He really tried not to look, but the placement and the sheer amount made it impossible for a man not to. One of the Boobcams had, well no boobs in it.

“What’s up with stream 4? Is there a problem?”

Tony checked. “Um, nope. That’s Billie.” Tony snickered and showed his teeth in a lecherous smile.

Hector looked back at the monitor and blinked for a few seconds. Then he slapped his forehead. “Oh, gods, now I got it. That’s why she doesn’t like it here!”

 

 

Hector watched in amazement as Pickle took them through some positioning drills. They might all have had experience with the game, but they needed to blend together as a team. Jugger was so damn fast, it was instinctual reactions or fail. He saw as she gave instructions and corrected things she didn’t like, while encouraging them when they did do it right. She was a good team leader, he could see that, and he was certain that so could everyone.

He felt proud.

The girls performed some pairs of practise hits with q-tips, and yes, their boobs flashed when they got struck. It looked well on the streams, and Hector could imagine an actual friendly game being very entertaining for the lecherous fanboys like Tony.

“Hey, are the fans paying for this stream?” Hector asked.

“Yeah! It’s not much, but it’s there. The training pitch doesn’t give us the customer data for that, they keep them and cross-sell other streams as well. Some fans like to just watch these matches instead of the tournament, we call them milk juggers.”

“How imaginative,” Hector drolled. “I see. So, everything is an income stream.”

“Pretty much, yeah!” Tony nodded, way too excited. “And now that I’m on the other side and we’re the ones making the money, it’s so exciting! I get to see the girls up close, I get to watch the premium content, and I get paid on top!” Tony took a deep breath of the training pitch’s air. The place smelled like sweat and cheap liquor, Hector had been trying to ignore it for a while now. Then Tony said solemnly, “This is the best job in the world.”

The girls went through a few drills. Hector felt nice and content. This insane idea of having his own team was starting to take shape. He had a nice buzz going, the girls were becoming a team, Tony was doing online promotion and whatever the fuck else he was doing, and the stench of the place had created a patina inside his nostrils and he could barely detect it any more.

It was aaall goood.

Then he heard some noise, and a man came in the training pitch, surrounded by his own girls. No, scratch that, a man in a suit, that looked like a lion.

“Tony, did you spike my drink or something?” he asked, checking out the milky liquid.

“Hm?” Tony tore his attention away from his laptop, looked around, and then went, “Ohhh… This can’t be good.”