Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(179)

     



 

"Okay, well, beyond this angle, I'm thinking that the bottom line is  this-our focus should be on the people, our potential customers," she  says. "To build buzz, I think we can turn this product launch into a  full-scale event. We should also have our pre-orders set to go live  soon. Do you know the official pre-order launch date? Ethan-are you  listening?"

"Yes, sorry," I reply. "What was your question again?"

"No-you're definitely different today," she says, halting the marketing talk. "Where were you yesterday?"

"I was here," I say.

"No, you weren't. You left early …  and I've never seen you leave work early."

"Oh, I-uh-I had a meeting scheduled for the evening," I say.

"With who?"

"What is this, a game of 20 questions?" I ask. "You sound like a surrogate mother."

Cheryl looks at me for a moment without saying another word. I can see her brain working overtime. I break the awkward silence.

"Look, it doesn't matter who I was with …  trust me. Let's move on." I  say. "What matters is that we launch Illicit Escape successfully. We  have millions of dollars riding on this."

And then it's as if a circuit connects in her brain and she makes the  link between what she's been searching for-like finding the correct  piece in a jigsaw puzzle.

"You were with her, weren't you?" she asks. Her eyes are burning holes into me and I know exactly whom she's referring to.

"No-well, not completely," I say. "I mean I was, but it's not what you think."

Cheryl gives me a critical glare.

"Right, and you expect me to believe that?" she asks.

"Believe whatever you want, but let's continue," I say, slightly  annoyed. "If we don't get this product launched, we'll all be in  trouble."

Cheryl realizes that she isn't going to get anything further out of me, so she continues.

"I've created an infographic that shows a breakdown of various  demographics and who our target audience is. You'll see that while many  of our clients are male, we do have a sizeable segment of female  viewers," she says. "If you look right here, you can see what I'm  referring to."

I glance at the image on her screen, but my mind hasn't been following a  word she's said, so it takes me a minute to locate what I should be  looking at.

"It's right here," Cheryl says, pointing down to the far left corner. There's a tinge of irritation in her voice.

She continues, "I was also considering the fact that we have a large  sponsorship pool that we can reach into as well. If we throw an event  for this product launch, I could see various adult novelty stores  interested in sponsorships. Who was that one sex toy manufacturer that  we used to partner with? Ethan?"

"Oh right, uh, let's see-who were they again?" I ask.

"Never mind. I've just remembered," she says. "We worked with two  companies-Naughty by Nature and Good Vibrations. Shall we send them a  sponsorship proposal?"

"Sure, whatever you think."

"It's your call, Ethan. If we offer them a package, I can ask our  marketing team to draw up the proposal. Do we want to offer three tiers  of sponsorship?"

"Look, I must be more tired than I thought because honestly, all of  these ideas are jumbled together in my mind," I lie. I'm not tired, but  it's true that I'm not focused. I only have one thing on my mind, and  it's certainly not the product launch-or events-or sponsors.

"I trust you, Cheryl. You know this business-and me-inside and out. You  make the call, and pull the levers. We'll get everyone onboard with the  plan and we'll roll it out. I have total confidence that this will be a  product launch for the books. It'll be the best one in Illicit  Entertainment history."

"Okay, if that's how you feel, I'll make the call," she says. I can tell  she's still giving me a sideways glance, but I shrug it off and gather  my things. Just as I'm about to excuse myself from the room, she speaks  up.

Brittney is supposed to be shooting today," she says.

"Oh yeah?" I ask, acting casual.

"From what I can tell, it's an extensive scene. She should be in the building shortly."

As soon as she says that, I know exactly where I'm heading.





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Brittney





"Turn your body around a bit to the left so the camera gets your ass,"  the photography director calls out from his chair and I angle my body on  the bed a little bit so that my ass is pointing toward him.

Jesus, I never thought I'd be back here again.

I'm wearing nothing but a lace black thong, black stockings and a  matching lace black bra. I'm on a bed with red silk sheets on all fours,  trying to look sexy.

I used to do this back in the day, when I was doing porn full time. Take  teaser shots. For covers, promotional materials, trailers, you name it.

Although back then, it wasn't as high-tech as it is now. And Robert used to be there with me.

The thought sends a shudder down my spine. I can't believe Robert used  to stand there and watch me as I wriggled my ass for the camera.

Oh yeah, Robert, right? I told you earlier I'd tell you about him.

He's the guy that Simon is going to give my information to if-

"Brittney, are you paying attention?" the photography director calls out  and I snap my head toward him. "It seems like you're not listening or  trying. I'm sorry."

I sigh.

It really shouldn't be this hard. All I'm supposed to do is look sexy. That's the whole point of this photo shoot.

And I promise you, I'm trying. The whole thing is resting on me now that I'm picked to be the face of the I.E.

I'm going to be starring in the first interactive virtual porn experience.

It's going to be different from the old days though.

For one thing, I'm not actually having sex with anyone on camera. I'm not having sex at all to make this happen.

I'm going to be pretending to have sex, so when the viewer puts on the  glasses, they think that I'm the one who they're fucking. It kind of  ruins the mood if they see another cock in there.

There's some computer graphics involved, but a lot of it first involves  capturing my pictures as I pretend that there's a cock inside of me. Or  that I'm blowing somebody.

Even the cumshot is going to be done on the computer.

Crazy, right?

That way the viewer only has to specify using his eyes where he wants to  cum, and the software will use a pre-made cum shot and target it there  on my body.

I'm one woman, doing a man-woman scene.

The only problem is, we're still stuck on the promotional trailers.

I don't know why. I just can't feel as sexy right now.

Maybe it's the fact that there are so many people around me, seemingly  interested more in their own tasks than on my nearly naked body.

Maybe it's the fact that the last time I did this was with Robert, and that man makes me feel singularly unsexy.

Or maybe it's the fact that I'm here under false pretenses. That Ethan thinks I'm going to be the new face of his product.

When I'm actually here to steal it from him and give it to Simon.

I mean, sure, Man Chasers LLC was all about deceit. But I was there  deceiving men who were too stupid to realize they shouldn't be cheating  on the woman that they pledged their lives to.

If a man was going about doing that, and willing to cheat on his wife,  then fuck him. He deserves everything that he got by fucking me.

But this is … different.

Simon is paying me to lie. But he's also paying me to steal.

I have no idea why, but I do know that if I don't do this, he's not just going to not pay me. He's going to destroy my life.

Tell me something, hun. If you were in this situation, would you even feel remotely sexy?

I mean, I felt sexy every time I did porn. But no one was holding a  metaphorical gun to my head. I wanted to be there, under those lights,  seducing on camera.

Apparently, not only am I not being sexy now, but I've stopped even  being remotely attractive because the photography director shouts out,  "Okay, everyone, let's take five!"

I sigh.

If I don't get my act together then I'll have fucked this up before I even get a chance.

I need to somehow catch Ethan's eye. Then I need to get my way into his  trust. And then I need to find what I'm looking for and take it.

I can hand it to Simon and then get the hell out of here.

I've saved up several million over the years; I can easily relax and  live off of it for a few years. Maybe go to Paris. And then Rome. And  maybe Venice.

I'm thinking about Venice and if there's ever a chance to be a modern day courtesan again when I see him.

There, coming into the studio.

Ethan Kane.

You remember how I gave you that sob story basically about me and my situation? Told you it made it hard to feel sexy?

Well, I hate to say it because it makes me totally look so wishy-washy,  but honestly, just seeing Ethan now is getting me kinda tingly.

I mean the other day, you saw me when I did the audition. I came during a lap dance.

I've never been a stripper or anything. Like I could never be that cold  and money hungry every minute. When I get turned on, I totally go all  the way.

Well, I went farther than I intended I think. You remember? I mean, I  know I was telling you that I lost complete track of the people around  me.