The doorbell sounded, Stas, 37 years old, now single, opened the door - on the threshold stood Vic, a neighbor.

- Hello, uncle Stas, can I?

He stepped aside, letting her into the apartment. Vika, quickly having taken off her shoes, impatiently turned to him.

- Uncle Stas, I have a business proposal for you, - she blurted out.

Stas settled in this house a year and a half ago, after a divorce from his wife. He immediately liked the good-quality Stalinka for its spacious apartments and a quiet green quarter. The neighbors on the site were Anya and Vika, the third apartment was empty. Vika was niece Anya. She has been raising her since the age of six, after the death of the Vicky parents in an accident. Without knowing the details, they could have been mistaken for sisters, despite the fact that the difference was about fourteen.

Anya’s niece turned up quite well, Stas didn’t remember that they would curse at least once. Vika a year ago, having easily entered college, recently passed her session successfully.

Last spring, Stas and Anya started a novel, unexpected for both, but the delusion did not last long. Already in winter, they realized that they would not succeed - sex is not everything. Normally broke up, maintaining trusting friendships. So he turned into a family friend, who turned to for advice and help. Stas believed that this was due to the character of Ani, intelligent and purposeful, of course with her cockroaches in her head, but in small quantities.

Unlike her aunt, Vika, on the contrary, was impulsive, a little disorderly, inclined to take on a lot of things, and not bring one to the end. Ideas were born to her instantly, and she immediately accepted with fervor their realization. And now, she flew to him, as a close friend of the family, with his next idea.

- Once, business, then let's go to the hall. Tell me, he said, sitting down on the sofa.

That one could not sit, she spoke, pacing around the room.

- In general, I decided to think about the future. Here is how my aunt has risen in the past three years. Already head of the department! But besides brains, a woman also needs her appearance - she paused and looked meaningfully at Stas.

He nodded his head, they say, everything is correct. Although Vika was not beautiful, he didn’t see any problems with his appearance. Slender, medium height, pretty attractive face. The chest is small, but it can hardly be considered a problem.

- So, - continued Vika, seeing that Stas does not laugh at her and listens attentively. - Appearance for a woman is very important, if not cool. You see for me, almost nothing. I, of course, do not complex, but in general ... I don’t wear a normal dress or a business suit. The aunt is all right with this, so she looks her best. And I will have to think about it, - she paused again, so that Stas could appreciate her judgment.

He nodded, well done, thinking about the future. Stas was not surprised by the ease with which Vika spoke about such a more or less delicate topic. Anya raised her rather relaxed, freely discussing with her any questions, believing that knowledge would save Vika from problems more reliably than bans. As she once confessed to Stas, in secret, she herself taught Vika how to masturbate, having found that girl, thirteen years old, astride a pillow.

Over here, Anya was right, Vika was growing relaxed, but not depraved, or squeezed, knowing full well what she wanted from her boys and what she didn’t need yet.

“Thank God,” Vika continued, impatiently measuring the room with her steps, “this is not a problem now.” One operation and all. But it takes money. We, of course, are not poor, but there is no extra money. Therefore, I have to earn them. You know, I work a little bit at McDonalds, but the money goes to me. So I need something else. So I came up with, I will be a web model! Do you know who this is? This is not prostitution, just a girl shows off her beautiful body.And if there are people willing to pay for it, then why not? Moreover, I am now free. I broke up with Kolya, so ... - she paused, looking expectantly at him.

Well, the generation is growing! Stas, trying not to betray his shock, calmly asked:

- It is clear, and what is my role in this? You said you had a business proposal to me?

- Here, you see, and you agree with me that this is a normal salary for people soberly looking at things. Without anyone there, - she waved her hand vaguely in the air. - Again, I am eighteen, so I can safely do it. And, most importantly, you will be surprised, but with this you can quickly make good money. Some models of a hundred thousand a month knocked down. Here! - she took a deep breath, having sustained a pause, as an experienced speaker. - And now the offer. I studied the question. You can do everything at home. But need a room. And we have a double. In the aunt room, I do not want to do this. And my too childish, this wallpaper is stupid ... And in general, I honestly don’t want my aunt to know. So, just in case. Therefore, I suggest you rent this room for a couple of hours a week to me. You have it stylish, just what you need. And you often do not go home, and even if you will, I will close the door. As for the fee, I will give you a certain percentage of the earnings. This can be discussed. Well, how?

Stas was silent, digesting what he heard. Eshkin cat! Here otchebuchila so otchebuchila! For rent, then? Just a demonstration? Oh!

- Yeah, I understand you. You thought of everything, well done. The idea is good, but let's argue, as you put it, as sober-minded people. Let us drop everything, - he repeated her hand gesture, waving it, allegedly brushing aside any non-business considerations. - Consider your proposal in terms of my benefits. To rent an empty room, for a short time, for good money, I agree, it is beneficial to me. Moreover, the tenant is conscientious, - he paused, choosing words.

I got up, walked around the room. She closely watched him with her eyes, distracted. I asked her to sit on the sofa.

- You know, I have a small business that feeds me. Therefore, I somehow got used to counting a little. Let's estimate the income that I can get from the realization of your proposal. Granted, some models have a hundred thousand, some may get more. But I do not think that you will immediately become a top. Everywhere need experience and time. So you will get less.

- Well, naturally. I'm not a fool, but even thirty years a month, this is good, I agree? - She jumped up from the couch.

He gestured to her to sit down.

- Thirty is good, I don’t argue, but I think that if the beginner models received so much, there wouldn’t have been such an intensified advertisement on the Web inviting girls. Surely they get less. But let's not argue, - he again waved his hand, preventing her from trying to jump up and protest. - Take a tablet and ask Yandex this question. Let's see what people write there.

Vika leaned over the tablet. In response to a request for real earnings of web models, many links to forums jumped out. Vika looked at them quickly, and her face grew sadder.

- Well, what do the girls themselves write? - He hurried her, looking over his shoulder. - Ten and less, especially for beginners? Need to work four to five hours a day? I also think that this is already more real, ”he shrugged with a broken hand, looking at the disappointed Vika.

“But still, and eight thousand, fine,” she did not want to give up.

- Maybe, maybe, - Stas did not argue. - But there is another aspect. You looked at these sites? He asked, and seeing the affirmative nod, he continued. - Girls have not only to be naked, but rather to caress themselves sophisticatedly enough - men want to hang out in full, for their money. Do you have experience of caressing yourself with toys, let's say, in different places, for example?

Vika blushed deeply under his gaze. I lowered my head, looking at the tablet.

“If you are about this, then I am no longer a virgin, and my aunt knows about it,” she said dully, blushing even more. I have no experience with toys, but you can try ....