Disclosures: Selfie Involvement - Ch 4 - Sex Stories

Disclosures: Selfie Involvement - Ch 4

Disclosures: Selfie Involvement – Chapter 4 With innovation came success. Success led to public attention, and attention brought scrutiny. With scrutiny came the worst blight of all: lawyers. On a Tuesday I walked into the office to find two police detectives who wanted to speak with Dolly and me. It drove home the fact that we weren't running a small show us your naked selfies site anymore. “We need to speak to you about the contests your running. It could be considered as prostitution to have women earning money for performing sex acts with winners.” One of the men explained to me. “Are you saying you think my partner and I are prostitutes?” “No, ma’am. We’re investigating the operators of this site for pandering. It’s a far more serious charge.” My stomach went into knots. Fortunately, we had an attorney on a full time retainer. Twenty minutes later Martin Harvey, attorney at law, sat in our meeting room with Dolly, the two police detectives and me. “You gentlemen have a primary misunderstanding of what would constitute paid sexual activity. The monthly ‘Funk a MILF’ contest is opened to all visitors to the site. No one is paying for that option, Harvey said with an impressive authority. “But, there is still the paying for the show,” replied one of the detectives. “No, the operations of this site, Dolly and Chelsey, have dropped all member payments from the site months ago.” Harvey glanced at both of us and we nodded our heads in agreement. “We can show you the books, but ...

... the only membership requirement is to register a valid email address.” Shortly after the evening of our first show, we’d realized paid membership was actually limiting our main source of revenue. There had been so many membership requests, we were able to expand the number of advertisers to our site. It wasn’t novelty sex toys any more. There were mainstream products, everything from clothing stores and auto dealerships to surgery centers eager to partner with us, given the number of eyeballs we’d managed to attract. Dolly and I sat in a meeting with Marlon, our IT guru. “Do you have any idea how many people visit this site?” My partner looked over a breakdown of members. “We have over two hundred thousand signed up members,” she said proudly. Marlon shook his head in that dorky arrogant techie manner he had. He could be hard to deal with at times, but he knew computer networks like nobody else and spent most of his remaining free time figuring out new sexual techniques. He was a hell of a lay. “You haven’t understood the analytics. Membership is a drop in the bucket. Most visitors are piggybacking on fake emails. We have a million and half site unique visits. Not in total. A day, baby, a day.” “That much traffic?” I said astounded and embarrassed that I couldn’t make heads or tails of the analytics reports. I thought they had to be written in some secret new language. “MILF sites are the number-one porn draw on the web. People dig mature women getting banged. Guess who the ...