Thread: Can She Rise To The Challenge (google and skittish_butterfly)

Micheal watched and chuckled to himself as the young man who had been standing before him had to run off to fetch something for what he had to assume was his girlfriend, though perhaps he was just a guy who hoped to sleep with the rather pretty young thing and had ended up stuck in the 'friend zone'. If not for the fact that he was trying to keep his mind on the upcoming appearance Micheal might have stepped from the line and taken that younger man aside in order to give him just a little bit of advice on how to handle things, about how he should be a little more assertive in order to get anywhere in life. The sort of advice that he wished that someone had given him at that age, maybe saved him a little bit of pain before he stumbled across the truth of who he was and a deeper understanding about how human sexuality really worked. So rather then step in he just brushed the thoughts aside and was soon ordering his coffee from the young lady who worked at the coffee stand, smiling at her as she made the coffee and getting a smile from the otherwise burned out looking barista when he paid with a twenty and then left before any change was made. He was eager to get to the back of the stage, take a moment to converse with the others who had been selected to speak and answer any questions that there might be from the audience that was promising to be decent sized as the students arriving had turned from a slow trickle into a heavier stream. Knowing that if he wanted to get in without any harassment he should probably move quickly Micheal joined the trickle and once inside, pausing for only a moment to marvel at the fact that the inside of the auditorium's lobby looked the same as it had over a decade ago when he had been a student there, going to theater department production in order to amuse himself on a weekend when there was nothing better. He didn't take too long to enjoy the nostalgia though, the posters for plays might be the same as they had been once upon a time and it still had the same smell of stale popcorn, a sign standing in one corner marked a nearby door as the back stage entrance for guests and after flashing the security guard standing by the invitation that had been emailed to him Micheal was heading down a long and poorly lit hallway to the back of the stage where the other guests were gathering around an older woman who seemed to be instructing them on the order they would be going in and the amount of time they would receive. It looked as though this would be opening up with a woman who wrote erotic fiction that often dealt with themes of Dominance and submission and Micheal would be the last to go, first and last speakers of course being given the most time and Micheal wasn't even given a hard time limit for his question and answer session. And soon it was all starting, Micheal stood aside and sipped from his coffee as he watched the other speakers take their time, he wasn't the only one involved in pornography but the others seemed to try to avoid that word, one of them even going so far as to claim that he created performance art. For the most part the crowd seemed to be a little bored with it, once or twice someone tried to disrupt it by rushing the stage and screaming some slogan but they were all stopped rather quickly and things carried on. Then came Micheal's turn, introduction by a professor that he was pretty sure had given lectures on the History of the Renaissance in Southern Europe and stepping out into the light to a few catcalls from people who no doubt recognized the body of his work. Ladies and gentlemen, students and faculty of this fantastic university, assembled members of the media... I am Micheal Lemarchand and I have no delusions about my work, I am a pornographer and I love my work. It wasn't much of a joke, not really, but it was delivered with a smile and a dose of charisma and energy that earlier speakers had lacked, the reaction from the audience was not uniform but Micheal mostly heard some laughter and clapping, the jeers were at a minimum. His speech from there wasn't anything formal or immensely well prepared, instead he had drawn up a rough plan of how he wanted it to go and improvised from there within the plan that he had thought up. He spoke on the changes in how society perceived sexuality, how pron wasn't getting more extreme but was instead changing to better represent the different aspects of sexual desire and a broader range of kinks, and of course how the internet and the anonymity of it allowed for people to explore and express themselves a little more. He turned on the charm as best he could during his speech, joking with the audience a little bit and felt them warming to him as time went on. Then his speech came to what he felt was a natural conclusion and he asked for questions, ready to be challenged a bit and maybe have someone ask if they could be in one of the videos he made, likely some frat boy who wanted a chance to fuck a tied up woman who practically begged for abuse. He didn't even get the chance to call on someone who politely raised their hand though as the moment he asked if there were any questions a young woman near the front of the stage just jumped to her feet and started speaking, her voice carrying quite well as Micheal listened to what she had to say with a smirk. It seemed as though someone had a moral bone to pick with what he did for a living but her arguments weren't really anything new... he had even heard the suggestion for counseling before. Rather then just stand back and play defense Micheal knew that he would have to react quickly and take control before the footing he had gained with the audience was lost to her aggressive nature. Still smiling he made his way down from the stage, dropping lightly to the floor of the auditorium and making his way towards her, taking note that the young man sitting at her side was the same young man who had been in front of the coffee stand, bristling and ready for confrontation. There was no confrontation though, Micheal starting to hold out the microphone as though offering it to his challenger before stopping and pulling it back. Those are some strong words young lady. He said with a chuckle. And I hope that calling you young lady isn't something considered sexist or demeaning. I'm afraid I must take some issue with your words though. First of all I don't hire drug addicts, nor do I take advantage of the women I feature in my work... every one I hire is drug tested and if there is anything more potent then a little pot when the results come back I won't work with you, I also pay a fair wage for the work and if I work with someone a second time then they receive a share of the videos profit. Now as for ruining people... well the sex may look rather rough but I assure you, not once have I had a single young lady complain about the treatment they receive on camera or off camera. Perhaps your experiences with sex have been on the bland side but I can assure you that a little bit of pain seems to spice up the experience. He saw her grasping some papers but didn't move to stop her, offering the microphone again, let her speak, she was challenging and he wanted to see just what she was capable of, so rarely did a young woman try to stand up to him that the novelty of the experience was immensely enjoyable, all the better as he took in her beauty, eyes lingering on both her neck and her own eyes, meeting any hostility with a small smirk as though he wanted to antagonize her.