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

A soft sigh escaped the tall man's lips, already with the very first question. This was street questions. Questions he'd been asked, so many times before, by whining and whimpering feminists, who complained he was abusing todays youth. The young and the fragile. The abused and the addicted. And maybe this was true. Maybe a lot of his actress', had been abused in the past. Maybe a lot of them, did have problems in their daily life. But in his mind, this was no different then the exotic Dancer, down at the local strip club. Or for that mater, something as simple as the poor waitress at a road stop caff. She was just as likely to've been abused, or ended up in money problems for drugs or so on. So. It was the same old answers, over and over again. I have never stared an actress, who was forced into it against her will. And the jaw stretchingly boring The women's needs are always set, once filming is over, never has a woman been underpaid for the product she delivered, as a professional Erotic Actress. It felt like he was on a video tape, tightly clenched on the repeat button. There was even the clich boys, throwing out their rather indecent proposals. He did not even satisfy them with a smile or a smirk, only the same authorial, empty stare. He wasn't even sure, he truly wanted to answer that question. I only star professional Erotic Actress' in my movies. And even if I did star the amateur stars out there, I would would never degrade myself enough, to make yet another 'Girls Gone Wild' parody, boys. If you want to see the women without clothes, you'll have to ask them nicely first.. He said, smirking lightly with his own words, before moving his eyes back over the crowd. Next. He then demanded, and continued the dreary torture of his poor, educated mind. Then, finally the questions was starting to run out, but now Yvonne started something, that caught his attention. His eyes first sought out the speaker, before moving towards the direction she'd called out. And then, as the name was introduced and the girl stood up, Erick finally removed his feet from the table, leaning forward to place his elbows against his knees, then resting his chin against his fingers, as the cold eyes stared for hers. It was her. The woman from the elevator, he certainly remembered. He had found it an interesting conversation over her phone, mentioning election, he believed. Well she was the Governor candidates daughter? Well she was certainly an interesting subject. He was sure she'd come forth, with a proper question, that could really test his own intelligence. And so she did, ripping the crowd into a cheering state of happiness, as she finally finished. Finally, his so far cold expression, slowly widened a wide grin as he continued to stare upon the young woman. As the crowd started silencing, Erick remained silent. Not growling or roaring at the question, as any other old producer might have done. And then, as the crowd finally silenced itself, he just remained silent, as if he was still thinking about his words. In all truth, he was just wondering how a Governor's daughter was in bed... He was a male creature afterall, guilty as charged. But finally, he moved his chin from his hands, reaching for the glass of water, he'd been handed for his disposal. He lifted the glass to his lips, and took a sip of it, before raising to his feet. He placed the glass back on the table, leaving his fingers upon the glass edge, as his cold eyes returned to Genevieve. Very good, miss Vandermause. He started, still with a small smile on his lips. His eyes then drove over the crowd, as he moved the hand on the glass, to point at Genny, as his other hand was placed in the respected pocket. See, kids? That's, how you answer a question, like a politician. He said with a soft chuckle, before he moved his hand back to the glass, proceeding to gently turn it in circles. You start out with some commonly known reasons for change. You then ad something your crowd can relate to. Something making them feel strong, which was very well done, and well deserved. And then you ask the actual question. Oh, but don't end there. Make it a demand, and stamp your feet a few times, and woups, your running for President.. He started out, somewhat racking down the plan, of getting him completely speechless. His eyes then returned to Genny, with the same strong stare again. He took a few moments once more, before starting to speak again, reaching to remove his white hat, from the blonde hair, starting to turn it around in his hands. 'I Challenge you'.. Is a very dangerous word, to throw out against a producer, constantly contesting other producers, to produce the best products. He continued, taking up his other hand, as he looked down to his hat, walking a few steps to the side on the stage. He then turned and faced towards Genny again, pointing towards her with his had, as he nodded. And I accept your challenge. I will see the strong, intellectual and fearless women. A cup of coffee after the debate, miss Vandermause? He asked with a soft grin, before chuckling, showing that part was sarcasm. So far. No, but seriously. What would make me quit? Hm. It would make me quit.. If I saw. A strong woman, who I'd deemed submissive.. Possible to dominate. Not finding pleasure, in what I do. In the raw.. Filthy.. Exciting act. That I put together. A woman, who'd be completely immune, to the pleasures of the depraved. To the pleasures of. Giving in, and letting another do the work. Letting another, take control of them, where all they'd have to do, was obey and feel the pleasure. He explained, looking to Genny's eyes, now with a more serious gaze. Perhaps.. I should commend your admiral challenge, by leading it back to you. Miss Vandermause. I challenge you. To show me a woman, who would not give into this. Do you know such a woman? A strong. Career fighting woman. Who'll stand up for what she believes. And prove to me. That i could not bend her? He asked, pointing at her with his hat again. He made veery sure, that the hint got through. That he wanted her. He'd heard her conversation with her father. He knew he'd be able to bend her. To make her submissive enough, to let him do anything to her, and still moan and plead for his touch. In fact. Because of her lust for a strong career, trying to follow in her fathers glorious footsteps. She would be much easier to tilt. She wanted to let lose, he was certain. If he got this chance, he could dominate a Governor's daughter. And humiliate a Governor at the same time. That thought almost made him giggle like a little school girl, being tickled by funny thoughts.