As Ben sat at his desk, searching for a university club to pick up as a hobby, he soon stumbled upon a terrific option. It was an activity that suited him in many ways. Albeit, he only focused on one aspect as he closed his eyes and grinned. "I can make better pornos..."

What was this club that could help Ben reach the peak of Pornhub cultivation? It was a path he'd already set foot on schlong ago...something that had 100% synchronicity with his perverted soul...this destined calling was...the Photography Club!

Although Ben wasn't sure if he had any talent in it, he did possess experience. He thought back to those times with Penelope and Camila when he got a chance to wield his camera skills, among other thingsand recalled that he enjoyed it back then. In addition, on those occasions, the final products came outniceee

That's why Ben thought that photography might suit him. Plus, there were other reasons it interested him. For one, he knew there were many girls who liked the arts and men involved in them, with Annabelle being a prime example. He'd even heard rumors of pick up artists taking up photography for the sole reason of meeting girls, networking with models who sought photographers.

When Ben first listened to those stories, he cursed those wicked men, because why couldn't he have thought of it first?

It might be too late now... Wouldn't the market be at high sausage saturation?

That would be awful! Yet, it demonstrated that photography was in high d-mand...

"Photos capture the souls! Photographers capture the holes!"

From the fashion industry to the various entertainment fields, talented photographers were surrounded by beauties. This was a fact. Even low-level street-accident photographers could coerce news show producers to have sex with them...

It was a racket!

For Ben's job in the media industry, photography would be very useful too. Even Jacob the manager said as much when he first interviewed Ben at Hearth. In addition, the hobby combined well with Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

After all, he didn't think he'd be able to multiple BJJ classes every day anymore. That was possible with the recovery of the mid level multiplier, but with only a low level multiplier, his body would need more time to recuperate. So while resting, photography would be a good option that didn't stress his physical state.

Hence, Ben believed it was the most suitable choice, at least until he found an opening in the porn industry as a stunt-c*ck...

Reading the website and the details of how to join the club, he learned that there was a meeting tomorrow he could attend, and with that, Ben had a plan. Soon, he went to finish his things for the night, looking forward to tomorrow. It would be the day where he intended to take his first official steps to become a pornomancer

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The next day...

It was late afternoon and Ben was on the NYU campus, entering a certain building for the first time and looking around. As for why he was in this particular building, that was obvious; he followed a girl with a badonkadonk booty.

Now this, was a classic story...because like the furry-loving gold-digger Alice...Ben was also following a white snow bunny.

...

Yes, this, was a reimagining, of through the looking-ass

It was unfortunate though that things didn't end as well for him, because he lost track of her inside. However, upon seeing the sign on the wall, Ben realized this was also the place he'd been looking for, a specialty building for the university's extracurricular activities. Inside, there were various societies and clubs hosting meetings and events. So, having found the right place, he searched for the Photography Club's meeting room.

A few minutes later...after stepping out of the elevator, Ben walked over to the room number he found on the website, and upon stepping inside, his eyebrows rose. It was a large loft space with organized rows of black plastic chairs taking up most of the room. What surprised him though, was the number of people inside.

Dozens of men and women were sitting or standing, chatting or showing each other photos on the screens of their digital cameras. This, was the busy Photography Club. Yet, there were even more unexpected sights in store. As Ben gazed around, he discovered someone he would've never guessed would be there. 'What's she doing here?'

Sitting alone on a chair against the wall was a girl in a blue coat, an acquaintance, and since Ben didn't recognize anyone else, he decided to approach her for a greeting.

*Bang* *Bang*

As he reached her, Ben hesitated a moment because he saw she was in deep focus on a game on her mobile. He could even swear he heard her mutter under her breath, something that sounded like, "Die, bitch"

He soon shook his head though. 'That doesn't seem like her.' Then, to get her attention, he waved his hand by her face. "Hey, Charlotte."

"Huh?" Glancing up from her game, Charlotte blinked in confusion for a moment, before looking back at her game, as her eyes became moist because she realized the distraction led to her dying

A second later though, she remembered Ben was here and glanced back up at him, proceeding to then look between him and the phone several times as if confused about what to do, as her hands started squirming At that rate, soon, the phone flew out of her fingers! "Ah!" Her mobile was going to break!

Yet, a fast and steady arm soon extended out and caught her phone as it flew past. "You should be more careful. That would've been a cracked screen for sure. Remember, the only time it's acceptable to drop electronics, is when rage-quitting"

As he held the phone out to her, Charlotte reached out and snatched it from his fingers. Red-faced, she held it tight to her chest with both hands, as her eyes darted around the room.

Seeing she was in an awkward state, Ben tried to ease the situation. "So you play PUBG? Hmm, I wouldn't have guessed."

Except, when she heard that, it didn't make Charlotte feel better at all. Instead, her face turned white! 'No...now he knows!'

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*Author's Note: Single chapters starting tomorrow but they'll be 50% longer. New artwork of Charlotte in the comments.