Thread: The indecent Challenge. {Skittish Butterfly, n' ForeverMischievous}

Genevieve did not want to be late to the debate on the merits of today's hardcore BDSM-friendly pornography not so much a debate as a lynching, she knew, but it was still called a debate. It was important because she had an important slot reserved for her and this was finally her chance to start making a play for leadership of the campus feminist community. She found herself scarcely paying attention to whatever Rick, her long-time sort-of boyfriend, was saying as they crossed the lobby to the elevator with her two most devoted fans, Liora and Vanessa in tow. Liora and Vanessa were actually Juniors already but they had fallen into Genny's orbit as soon as they learned her father was Arthur Vandermause, candidate for Governor. As much pain as it often cause her, it often worked to her advantage as well, and she was not above playing to her considerable advantages, whether it was a potentially powerful father, or her own beauty or intelligence. Genny was reviewing in her head how at the end of the audience participation section she planned to challenge the porn-scum speaker who was debating Yvonne -- it should be her on that stage, the debate champ with a father running for Governor, not Miss I'm mousy and wear glasses so I must be a more authentic feminist Yvonne. The elevator door opened ahead of them and she hurried ahead, the 5'9 beauty's long slender legs pulling her ahead of the other three, her low heels clicking quickly as a very tall guy who looked like he could be on the varsity football team stepped in to the elevator ahead of them. Excuse me, hold the door for us please? She nodded her thanks to the man as she slipped in and noted he had already hit the eighth floor button as Rick and Liora and Vanessa crowded in, forcing her just about up against the huge guy. Genevieve blinked twice as she caught a quick glimpse of him, sure she recognized him from somewhere and not wanting to stare at the intensity of his eyes looking back at her. She stared down at the floor, not wanting to look at Rick or the two other girls at that moment either. Rick just kept talking, though, as the door closed. Ok, Honey, I put your dad's notes for you in your bag and I've got the poster here. Genevieve cringed more than usual when Rick called her Honey and snuck a glance at the reflection in the doors' metal surface of the big man looming over behind her. The elevator jerked upward gently as she peered at Rick's folded up long strip of paper, reading what she could in the folded furrows. She immediately adopted the scolding tone she knew worked with him. No... no Rick, that's all wrong, that's not what I wanted. I want this jerk on the defensive by the time he answers me. She stabbed at the second floor button quickly. The elevator lurched to a stop still 6 floors below the 8th as she nudged him toward the opening doors. Take it back down to the car. Redo it on the back side. Rick left the elevator meekly, an imaginary tail between his legs almost visible to Genvieve and she cringed again. Girls, you know he's not going to get it right. Go with him and make sure it's what we need, ok? Never send a boy to do a woman's job, am I right? She chuckled at her own wit as her two biggest fans chuckled with her. A quick peek at the tall man expecting a chuckle from him as well found his face impassive. Wasn't he going to the same event she was, a kindred spirit who understood? The anti-porn debate was the only thing happening on 8, and she'd organized the mass sympathetic attendance herself, at her father's urging. The door finally closed as the two girls left to help Rick, leaving her alone with the man whom she now found she had to studiously ignore until her phone thankfully rang. Hail to the Chief played out. Hi Daddy... Yes... I know, I won't be late... I got them... No Rick did... he put them... I know... But I had my own ideas to say... I know the election is... I know Mom would have been more... Yes, ok... what?... But I want to be taken seriously... Media? I didn't... You did? But... Please, this was supposed to be my event, they're giving ME the last question and... She sighed as heavily as a girl so slender possibly can, her long dark hair shifting slightly as her slim shoulders slumped. Ok, Daddy, I'll wear it, yes. She clicked the phone off as the elevator slowed at the 8th floor. She quickly pulled out her compact, lipstick, liner and blush. She had wanted to make a serious impression here, one that would make all the other students realize she was a more serious and fitting leader of the campus feminist block than stupid mousy Yvonne. But no, elections, campaigns, Daddy needed her to wear makeup for the press he had arranged, as if her words were his, her victory over the porn-scum would be his. Still she stepped aside to let the man out as she began applying the lipstick and blush and liner in the elevator, not wanting the others to see her doing this. After holding the door a minute as she worked efficiently on her face, she finally stepped out, head down, and sat in the back, not wanting her painted face seen. The other girls would think she was every bit the cheap whore as all the poor girls who were victimized by this producer guy's films. She kept her face down all through Yvonne's so-so speech, listening and agreeing with her but not dignifying anything with applause or looking at the stage until it was time for questions, or rather HER question. Most of the other girls' questions were standard, and she could have predicted them in her sleep. Girls asking How could you? Don't you have sisters? or Don't you realize girls are people too? There were a couple straggler guys from the frat houses, easy to identify. Could you film on campus sometime? We've got some really hot chicks here. Genevieve's face burned with displeasure as the crowd around her booed the boorish, juvenile boys. Finally she got slowly to her feet as Yvonne made the prearranged introduction for her closing question. And now a last question, from the back I believe, the girl with all the makeup on -- Genevieve hated how petty Yvonne could be -- Genevieve Vandermause. Suddenly a microphone was pressed into her hand and bright camera lights lit up and turned on her, suddenly filming what had been only a minor campus event to that point. She heard the banner unfurl behind her but didn't turn to look at it, hoping it said BDSM and Porn prey on the weak but not totally sure. She looked up, squinting a moment in the lights and up to the stage. Sudden intake of breath and she was grateful for all the artificial blush hiding the sudden real flush in her cheeks as those cold intense eyes stared right back at her, a curl to his lips Genny couldn't quite read but that might have been something between a smirk and calm, comfortable amusement. She smoothed at her tshirt and jeans, playing for time while she tried to gather her thoughts back, suddenly thrown off by the unexpected realization the guy in the elevator was the one staring back at her. Hi, I'm Genevieve. She felt her own lameness, wishing she could rewind time so she didn't come off sounding like she was introducing herself to him at a single's mixer. Not that he would ever go to something so civilized, but still. Surely you must realize that only girls who've been abused, girls who are weak and easy targets, less fortunate, get dragged into the filth that you produce... a quick stammer... not that I've seen it, any, your films, or pictures or whatever, just... it's common knowledge. She took a breath as the crowd -- her crowd! -- was restless, waiting for the Genevieve they knew to rip this guy's head off and show the strength of empowered, educated women. Deep breath and give it to them, Genny. If you knew the women I know, if you took the time to come up out of your sordid pits of depravity where you drag the uneducated girls that you film, you'd meet the women standing around me here, the women who can't be bent to your will just because you're tall, or have a commanding presence or any of that, of that bull crap. Daddy always said a little light, edgy swearing made an impression and bonded with the crowd. We are women, your sisters, your daughters, your friends and neighbors, and we will not accept being raped on camera for the amusement of your fawning fratboy audience. Leave the weaker girls alone. Get to know the educated women, the strong women, who can show you how to use a camera to film... the city's problems... or the homeless... Daddy always wanted her to mention the homeless, to make a difference. The crowd cheered her now. You're here at the University, with all these women around, smart women. This is your chance. Feel their energy. I challenge you. Think about how much harm you do, how much good you could do instead. Give up your sadomasochistic porno business. Just quit. What do you say? What would it take for you to just stop? The cameras were still on her, even Yvonne smiling, knowing Genevieve had set him up to admit he wanted to keep preying on the weak and keep making his swill. Daddy would love this.