“Oh my God, you are crazy. Fucked up crazy. So your ideal woman is what? A sex-crazed stunner who’s willing to wear a chastity belt and stay at home while you mingle with women who want to have threesomes with you?”
“That’s about it, yes.”
More laughter ensued. “Then there’s no wonder you are still fucking single.” H said.
Eli’s cell beeped. He picked it up, and a smile played out on his face. He typed out a quick message. When he put his cell back on the table, we were both staring at him.
“Who was that?” I asked.
Eli cleared his throat. “It was Alexandra. She sends me a text when she’s home.”
“Excuse me?” H said. “Want to run that past us again?”
“Look, I can’t even remember how it started, but we must have been on a working dinner or something and I asked her to text me when she got home safely and she laughed and said I had to text her too and then she kept on with it. She texts me every night and I do the same. It’s nothing. Just lets someone know you’re home safely, like a security thing.”
“Oh dear God, are you really that stupid, Eli? You like this woman and by the sounds of it, she likes you.”
“She’s far too good an assistant for me to fuck it up by fucking her.”
“Okay, whatever you say, Eli, but I think you’re being a complete dick and ought to grow a pair of balls.” I huffed at him in frustration.
H sat back and looked at both of us. “I don’t know which of you is the most dumb. The one who won’t take a chance on his assistant because she’s great at her job, bearing in mind, Manhattan is full of amazing PA’s, or the guy who thinks he can own a sex club and his wife will just sit at home and cook his dinner. It comes to something when I’ve become the most well adjusted out of the three of us.”
He had a point.
“I will find myself a woman. Just to shut you all up. I will find that very woman. Who will let me own her pussy all by myself and accept my job.”
“Okay, and when are you going to find her by, because this sounds like something to wager on.” H said.
“At the very latest by Christmas.”
“Three months? You’re going to find the woman of your dreams in three months?” Eli shook his head.
“At the latest. You know me. I love a challenge.”
“So what’s the wager?” H asked.
“If I lose, I’ll babysit your daughter once a week. If you lose you are only allowed to show me pics of the kids at their birthday and at Christmas, with a maximum allotted time of five minutes exactly.”
“You have no heart, but deal.” H said.
“Eli. If I win, you have to ask your Assistant out. What do you want if I lose?”
“You take my nightmare of a daughter out and somehow try to make her human.”
“Holy crap. I’d better make sure I win.” I said and shook Eli’s hand.
Then we carried on drinking scotch and shooting the breeze until it was time to head off home.
Chapter 2
Aidan
GoDown productions had been running for over two years now under my direction. It was a small enterprise but with a good and loyal following. Our website had both free and paid content and we had ten women and ten men on our books at any one time and filmed daily. I had a Manager in place to oversee everything but now and again, like today, I liked to drop by to check everything was okay. By staying a small company we didn’t attract the wrath of the rulers of the adult movie industry but we still had our share of rivals and there was often competition for the actors and actresses.
The first thing anyone asked me when they knew I owned my own adult movie business was did it turn me on when I watched it. My honest answer was if I watched a movie, yes, I could be turned on by it; but watching one being filmed that was a different thing entirely. It would make any dick go limp. Filming took hours, waiting for the right lighting, waiting for dicks to get hard and then the act itself which I’d say eight times out of ten was completely fake, the pleasure acted throughout, the director shouting, “Yes, carry on I need five minutes of rough sex next,” then seeing the actor and actress move into the commanded position. It was not conducive to the fantasy you might imagine while watching the completed article.
Every so often you got an actress who actually loved sex. She didn’t fake her orgasms, she genuinely worked for them and those actresses were like gold dust. Everyone wanted that person because I’d say that there were many times I could genuinely tell the difference between a faked come and a real one. Often with a real one, the actress pushed the person away from her too sensitive pussy afterward, or you visibly saw the tremors overtaking their body. Some of the actresses were all high-pitched screaming, ‘oh, oh, oh’, women, and these had their place.