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

[ForeverMischievous]

"So, now we've heard the disagreement of the product of heavy BDSM movies. Veery good arguments from Ms Abernathy, we thank you for your cooperation, and hearty insights into a rough childhood." The speaker said, standing comfortably behind the wooden podium. The debate was a rather harsh one these days, something that only just came into the 'light' of the nay sayers. It had been around, for a long time now, but no one seemed to notice it, when it wasn't such a million dollar product. But as soon as someone made an extreme profit off it, the disagreeres just had to pop out of their dark little holes, suddenly aware of the 'horrible' effect it might have on children and young adults. This whole debate, was become hell for a certain producer, who'd been in the buisness, ever since it started. He never seemed to miss any recruits, he seemed to always find eager actress', for his extremely visual, humiliative and degrading movies. And why was this? That was this debates main goal, he knew it from the start. The only reason this subject was up, was these peoples confusion. How could a woman degrade herself, to his movies? Caged. Degraded. Objectified. Abused. All of these things, was his buisnes. And he wore it with pride.

"And now, we have the leading producer in this franchise, who's come to answer questions from the crowd. He's come far to answer the arguments of his opposition, so please give him a welcoming applause. Erick Sanchess Larsen." The speaker called, holding out an arm towards Erick, where he sat on the front row, his right foot rested on his left knee. The speaker proceeded to clap her hands, and so did most of the crowd. A pretty lie. Erick knew very well, that about eighty percent of the people here, where women, and about ninety percent of those hated him deeply.
Yet the tall man rose from his seat, making his way towards the table, in the middle of the stage, where he was supposed to answer questions. Where he was supposed to give his opinions. His white suit sat perfectly, over his muscular body. He was no small man, the near 6.5 feet tall man, was build like a truck, but without exceeding a realistic beauty. And his deep blue eyes, had an almost enthralling glance of authority. He could stare down most opposing arguments, barely even needing to give a proper answer.
As he reached the table, he threw a glance towards the speaker, a small smile on his lips, and a deep stare in the blue eyes, almost causing the poor woman to flush.
"Thank you, ms Yvone." He said, a deep, heavy voice, adding even more to the image of authority. Usually, the speaker asked the crowd for questions first, but instead Erick let his voice sound, sending his glance over the crowd, as he dropped down in the wooden chair.
"Well then. Let's start off with some questions. I'm sure there's quite a.." He paused for a short while, as a sea of hands where raised, and he rose a brow. "Few.." He sighed softly, the deep imposing eyes staring over the sea of eyes staring upon him, as he threw his ankles up on the tables corner, pushing his white fedoran hat a bit back. This was going to be a long discussion. But something in his eyes, caused a few hands to slowly drop. That deep, dangerous stare causing several in the crowd to shiver and pull back their questions. And so, he proceeded to look through the crowd, searching his first executioner.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

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.

 

[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 caffé. 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 cliché 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.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Genny stared back at him as defiantly as she could, playing to the crowd and the camera more than to the producer himself who seemed like such an arrogant and overbearing man her words couldn't possibly have any effect. She stood quietly, annoyed how he made her wait, his pompous airs irritating her until he finally started speaking. It sounded like half a compliment about her speech, but maybe condescending too. Then more of his annoying fussing while everyone waited. She wanted to look at her watch, to keep him from thinking she was hanging on his every word, but she found herself staring into his eyes, part of her trying to figure out what was going on behind them.

She blinked. He was talking again. Pointing at her. For some reason the crowd around her stepped back ever so slightly, as if they didn't want to be targeted by his pointing finger as he accepted her challenge. Her challenge! Genny's mind raced in silent circles as she imagined the look on Daddy's face when the headlines would announce "Governor's daughter convinces porn producer to quit". She would be the hero of the campaign, and on campus. There was a buzz in the crowd as he kept talking, and it was a buzz about her!

But his words filtered through her premature excitement. He was looking straight at her. She blinked, speechless for a moment, her mind trying to catch up and piece together what he'd just said. A strong woman who wouldn't yield just because he said so, who couldn't be trained like some pet or farm animal? She saw the leer in his eye, recognized it, and suddenly understood he meant that she would have to suggest a woman who he would train and who wouldn't break, and he was looking at her! She shook her head ever so slightly once, staring back at him. No way, no. But the buzz around her was growing, and it was emerging in a spontaneous chant. "Genny! Genny! Genny!" Even the frat boys were joining in, possibly with more gusto than was appropriate. Yvonne looked almost gleeful as she stared right at her from next to the producer on stage. Genny's face was burning and her mind spinning, trying to figure a way out of the trap he'd set. There was no way she was letting him molest her for free.

She cleared her throat and raised her hand to quiet the crowd. "Mr. Larsen." She tried to hold his dark gaze as the room went silent. "Erick. As the crowd clearly knows, I -- like every one of these wonderful educated women -- would never succumb to your predatory tricks. We understand psychology. We understand the rights of women. We understand our own power. You can't break us, and you couldn't break me. But I know you're just looking for some sleazy opportunity to put one of us -- me obviously -- through your little exploitation routine. What you're forgetting though..." and she paused so it would be clear she was the one forcing him to back down, "you're forgetting the challenge is for you to quit...QUIT... your pornographic filming, your so-called training and abusing young women. This isn't a freebie, Erick. When it was over you'd have to back to your day job, auto-repair or whatever it is. You don't want to mess with an educated woman Eric". She stood with her arms folded, again for the cameras, eyes only on him as the crowd took up the chant. "Don't mess with an educated woman! Don't mess with..."

 

[ForeverMischievous]

She stared right back at him. Some defiance still left in her. She might think she was fighting against his little challenge, and doing opposite then what he would've wanted. But on the contrary. The kind of eye contact they had now, often caused one part to break, and look the other way, with a soft blush. Or, it could evolve to the obedient stare. The stare, where one knew he/she had to stare back, to show that she/he gave the other His/her full attention. There was so many things to do with this stare, and Erick was most certainly not going to be the one gazing away, blushing. No his strong dark blue eyes stared right back at hers, and remained there, whilst she got annoyed. Kept staring as the crowd started cheering for her, and a small smile curved his lips. Even the boys where cheering, but he knew why they where. They just wanted to see the movie, that they thought would be the product of his work. How foolish they where. He wasn't going to make a movie of it. His plans, where much more juicy, should Genny actually end up, being brave enough to accept.

Then, as she finally spoke again, he returned her annoyed, possibly even slightly uncomfortable expression, with a small, even gentle smile, as he listened carefully, still turning his fedoran hat between his fingers. Then, as the girl brought up 'exploitation routine', his formerly cold eyes, narrowed slightly to what could seem as a glare. The glare went on as she continued, and as he'd had enough he growled lightly, and let his own voice be heard again. "Yes, yes, I think I get the point. Geez. It's like buisness meetings all over again." He rolled his eyes, starting his aimless wander on the scene again. "And I really hope you do know, that my former profession was as owner of the company Excon. That you've got your facts straight.. Anything else would just be really embarrassing, wouldn't it?" He asked. Excon was a major PC manufacturer, highly praised for it's gaming computers, testing of games and even sponsoring a few majorly popular games. "But that's the past, and uninteresting, I think you misunderstood my challenge. Let me clarify it, miss Vandermause." He started, turning his gaze back to her. "You make it sound as if, I was going to push you down on a bed, and.. Molest? Is the word you'd probably use. You, as soon as you got through my door? Hmh. I'm no rapist, you know. I'm a producer." He rolled his eyes again, beginning the aimless wander again, now moving back towards the table. "My challenge would be. That I put you, through a series of smaller challenges. Minor, decent ones, of course. My vow would be, that I won't lay a single hand upon you, until you allow it." He started, turning the hat between his fingers again, as his eyes returned to hers. "Then. If I can't, even in the slightest. Manage to get you to enjoy the work I do.." He paused again, letting his eyes glare over the crowd, before returning to hers, and lightly bowing. "Then I would quit my job as a producer, and go back to work as CEO of Excon." He finally ended his challenge, with his sacrifice.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

As he started answering Genny's cheeks flushed red as a slight panic started to rise in her for the first time, thankful the crowd's eyes were all on the big guy talking down to her from the stage. First it was when he told her he wouldn't be molesting her or laying a hand on her without her agreement. In theory that should have made her happy, and sounded almost civilized, but it just felt to her like he'd pulled another plank out of her safety raft of objections. What was she going to do if he somehow made it seem reasonable for her to go along with this challenge she'd started herself?

And then the worst. The cameras had turned on him, filming his words as they sensed a budding story, so close to what she'd dreamed but for a minor detail: he was promising explicitly, on-camera to quit the dirty business, all because of her -- so long as she showed he was wrong about his training.

Of course he was wrong! Of course she could prove it to him. It was just stupid that she should have to put herself into such a situation though. It was a bad idea and she stepped forward, ready to tell him so, but the crowd had started chanting her name, this time like a victory chant. They were all surging toward her again, patting her back, some of them yelling excitedly "You did it, Genny! You got the Bastard!" and "Way to go Genny!"

There was nothing she could do about it, no amount of carefully reasoned denial and rejection to him would be heard over the crowd. Genny felt the butterflies battering her stomach as she came to grips with the thought she was going to have to do this, trying hard to focus on the positive even as Erick's cold stare still held her eyes, finally forcing her to look away. She raised her arms in reluctant defeated victory, accepting the wishes of her admiring public and the lights of the fawning media cameras. Some sense inside her told her he must still be looking at her with some look she would find too disgusting to bear if she actually returned his glance and she couldn't bring her eyes back to his even as the crowd slowly nudged her toward the floor at the foot of the stage, the cameras waiting, as if everyone knew such an important even required a closing sound bite to seal the deal.

30 seconds later and she was at the foot of the riser, Erick standing directly over her up on the stage and Genny did not like the arrangement at all. As the flash bulbs popped, all she could think of was the papers accompanying headlines of the Governor (to be's) daughter's victory with pictures of her face at his feet.

She quickly turned and hopped upward, struggling to pull herself up on the stage with him, not waiting for a path to the backstage stairs to clear lest even more pictures of her be taken. More flashbulbs went off behind her as she worked to get herself up on the stage, but her mind was on how she could handle this.

He was so tall, so big. Had he seemed this giant in the elevator? Were his eyes that full of steel? She remembered it slightly, now as she stood next to him, facing the crowd and cameras from the stage, but he seemed so much more intimidating as she stood next to him. She raised her hands as the crowd cheered her. "Thank you, thank you. This is a great day. I'm sure we all look forward to the next press conference when Mr. Larsen when its proven to his face how wrong he has been about women, and I might add about himself, and goes back to what I hope will be a more productive career in industry." She tried to smile, a small part of her wishing stupidly inside that this whole thing would just go away, that she was just a regular girl and not a Governor's daughter, or nearly so, and didn't carry these difficult responsibilities. Genny turned as the cameramen waved directions to them, offering her small hand to Erick to seal the deal on camera, suddenly aware how big his own hands were.

Was he really going to do this? His eyes seemed to say he would. But he wouldn't touch her, he said. Not unless she asked him to. She didn't like that part, and found herself fidgeting as she waited to see if he would shake her hand or back down. She hoped he would back down. If he didn't, what would Daddy say? She prayed he would be proud of the part about getting a bad man to stop doing bad things, that no one would care or ever find out how she had to do it.

 

[ForeverMischievous]

As the crowd started cheering, cheering for Genny, her gaze finally broke, and she had to look away. And then, just slightly, a smirk spread on his lips. There was no chance of stopping it now. This wasn't as much a cheer for her, as it was for him. His crowd, sitting behind the internets safety, watching the recordings of this, in a few days. He was certain, that he'd win this. Genny could be broken. It might not be easy, but it would happen. She was submissive by nature. Bowing her head for her dads wish. All it needed, was the right signs of authority. The right provoking nudges, in the right directions. The right approaches. There was those, who could not be broken. There was those, who would never bow their heads in defeat, and give in to the depravity of his work. He had met a few. one, who was his wife. He never thought less of those who submitted to him, but he was proud of those who wouldn't. Those who fought back, and never bowed their heads. That is why he fell for his wife. Even knelt, as he asked for her hand. But Genny wasn't that woman. She would long for directions, before the end.

And as Genny started moving towards the stage, Erick placed his hat back on his head, crossing his arms in a strong authorial pose, as the camera's flashed. Had he chosed to, he could've become a good politician. Even had studies in both Law psycologi, social studies and other physiologic majors. And, he was a good liar.
As she walked closer, his eyes never moved from her, as she tried not to stare upon him. Already showing off his authority, and dominance, never backing down from his subject, to smile at a camera. The camera's would catch him, only ficsating his attention towards her.

And as she stepped to the stage, he kept gazing down by his side, as she placed herself there, before finally throwing his gaze over the crowd. "There you've got it. Your spotlight, as you deserve, miss Vandermause. The center, of attention." He spoke with a voice, no one in the cheering crowd would hear, but she would hear it clearly, tickling against her ears. "Ponder. Who do you think, wears the spotlight in my line of work. Who do you think. Is paid the most. And is praised the most?" He questioned, with the same low voice, and a small smile over his strong lips, before he turned his attention down to her, as her hand was offered. He'd promised not to touch her, but the challenge, hadn't yet begun. So with the same strong smile, with only hidden hints of a grin, he moved his hand to hers, with a strong, yet gentle grip, grasping her hand in a firm shake, almost overshadowing her tiny hand, in his.

"And so do I. I look forward to admitting I am wrong." He admitted, gently shaking her hand, with his gaze locked down on hers, from the height he was above her. "That is, of course. If you manage to actually prove me wrong." He added, with the same gentle smile, and a soft nod. He didn't immediately let go of her hand, but let hers feel the heat inside his for a few more seconds, before finally letting go, but without releasing her eyes from his, until she broke herself free. And as soon as she did, he turned his face towards the camera's, giving them a smile, that showed no ill intentions, narcissistic emotions or otherwise that he felt above Gen. Other then the obvious facts of height.

He didn't spend long staring at the camera, before hazing back down at Genny, holding a hand out towards the elevator. "Now. About that coffee." He said, with a chuckling smile, waiting for her to take the first steps towards the elevator. The first steps towards their challenge. Letting her take them. Being. The gentleman. And as soon as she walked, so did he, a man in a black suit, holding a white cane, a notebook and a pen, on the front row, rose to his feet, walking close to the scene, throwing the white cane up to Erick. Erick catched the cane, and let it click against the floor, as he followed the new subject, to the elevator.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Genny felt her heart flutter with a brief hope at the way he glanced down at her hand before shaking it to finalize their now publicly recorded deal, and she remembered he'd said he wouldn't touch her. Could it possibly be that easy? But no, his hand engulfed hers, his look conveying he was aware of the same thought but took her offer to be her consent. She tried not to betray any disappointment at loosing such an easy way out, to show only her utter confidence. The way he kept talking about her need for attention, about who everyone praised and reward, that got to her too, burrowing just a teeny bit under her skin but she was pretty sure her smile only betrayed the slightest hint of gritted teeth. As she continued looking up at him he turned away from her, all eyes and focus for the cameras, leaving her to turn back to but annoyingly a step slow as if he were setting the agenda rather than her -- he couldn't think he was going to take credit for leaving the business as if it was his idea, this event his own doing, when she was the one who came up with the challenge, could he?

Before she knew it the flash bulbs had all popped and the little lit up patterns in her eyes were slowly fading and she just wanted to leave. At that moment Erick said something about coffee and gestured toward the elevator, as if he were some polite comrade eager to escort her. Genny knew he was far too crass and insensitive to be a mind reader or to have a clue what was really going on in a woman's mind but it momentarily flustered her nonetheless, and she had wanted to get out, and next thing she knew there were walking toward the elevator together while Rick and Liora and Vanessa were still gathering the poster and taking down media numbers for her and didn't even notice her leaving. She'd have to call them later.

The ride down in the elevator was almost as uncomfortable for her as the ride up had been, but at least her dad hadn't called yet -- the news of her performance here was probably on various friends' facebook and twitter feeds already but she knew he wouldn't find out about it until he could read it on paper, probably handwritten. That would at least give her time to figure out how to spin it, for him and everybody else too.

She stood quietly with her thoughts for the first two floors as they descended back to the lobby. Finally she reached a constructive mental state and spoke to his reflection in the doors in front of her rather than turning to actually face him. "I don't get it. Why'd you do it? Are you so used to being in control that you couldn't figure out the simple truth here -- that you have no say in this? That you're going to have to quit because you've made your porn "career" entirely dependent on *me* and its not in your control now? I mean, I'm not going to just change my mind. You must think nobody is going to notice when you try to weasel out of this later." A flicker of a thought, her father's face flashed in front of her. "Oh! I get it. Publicity? Influence? You're going to buy me off, is that it? On camera connection, influence with the Governor, and no harm done when both parties come to an agreement?" The bell dinged and the reflection of his face disappeared as the doors slid open.

 

[ForeverMischievous]

Everything about her, screamed that she didn't want this. That much was obvious. But why she didn't, wasn't as obvious to everyone. But Erick had a good feeling about it. Because she knew, deep down inside, a part of her she tried never to listen to, that she was meant to follow orders. To be pampered. And then, there was the side she showed. The side, that desperately wanted to be a strong career woman. The kind, that didn't take no for an answer, and who rushed her way through arguments. Just like her father, but the female kind. And that side, made her feel proud. As if the silent voice, in the back of her head, that kept bowing to her father and doing what it was told, didn't exist. But in Erick's mind, no one could live, purely through their facade. It would only end up destroying them. Fairly certain of himself, he'd win this bet, and humiliate the girl her facade showed, whilst bringing out the tiny, submissive voice inside her.

On their way down the elevator, Erick remained silent, when not spoken to. He still knew his place, and that he wasn't able to tell her down in any way. Not just yet. His cold eyes, staring out in front of himself, with both hands folded around the knob atop the cane. All until he was spoken to. Those spiteful words, only causing a small gentle smile on his lips. He let her finish, and waited for the elevators dinging clock, letting his eyes fall down upon the woman, as he held the elevator, letting her leave first. "Now, who is making it a 'me' thing?" He questioned the last bit of her realisation. As if all of this, was about her position as the, possibly soon to be, Governor's daughter. Which was entirely false. Had a woman, living in a trailer park peaked his interest the way she did, he would've given her the same challenge. This wasn't what he'd expected from today, but she made it much more interesting then initially expected.

The lobby was almost empty, except several men and women, wearing black suits and a headphone in one ear, obviously someones security. Somehow, the lobby had been emptied of journalists and camera's, through someones influence. Erick let his booming voice, sound again. "You so desperately paint a picture of me, as the worst lying, indecent and horrific man alive, without opening the possibility of a decent man." He started, gazing down to her again, his right hand letting the white cane give gentle clicking sounds against the marble floor. "You would make a very decent politician one day, miss Vandermouse. As blind, and career bent, as the rest of them." He added a taunt, leading them on their way towards the exit, a long limousine waiting outside. With a wave of his hand, the driver stepped away from one of the rear doors, and made his way towards the drives seat, without opening the door. "I can't possibly expect you to trust me, considering how bent you are on becoming either a journalist or a politician, so what use would any more promises have?" He first questioned, making sure he made it to the car first, opening the door for her, standing aside to let her in first. "But I'll do so anyway. Because I believe in trust. I am going to give up my position as producer of erotic BDSM movies. If you win this challenge." He reversed the same promise again, waiting for her to enter. "But. I might add, that the business won't end with me, miss Vandermouse. With me out, there's plenty other producers in line, just skulking to pick up the abused and less fortunate, you so fanatically proclaim I star in my movies."

 

[skittish_butterfly]

In Genny's crowd she wasn't so used to this old-fashioned "ladies-first" deference the tall man kept showing her, standing aside for her to get off the elevator, and she check briefly as she walked past to see if he was just taking the opportunity to ogle her, but he wasn't. The lobby was surprisingly quiet, a few people milling around, but she could hear the tapping of that cane of his quite clearly as he walked behind her, clearly intending to continue some conversation, presumably over the cup of coffee that he had offered her quite seriously.

The sound of the cane and his footsteps caught up to her and he gently guided her to a different exit than she'd had in mind while continuing to talk down to her. She didn't like his words, or the way he said them to her. But it particularly stung the way he called her a politician, that she was just as bad as the rest. Like her dad. She almost stopped and yelled that she wasn't like her father right then and there, but quickly surmised that was exactly what he wanted her to do, to get under her skin, to lose her control. Well, she wouldn't do it. She kept that bottled up, her face a little pink with annoyance, but she kept the feelings on a low simmer as he led her out the door, not complaining she could open a stupid door by herself either, not willing to give the satisfaction.

She saw a huge limousine parked just outside and suddenly flushed with trepidation. It must be her dad! How had he gotten here so quickly? But then the tall man strode right up to it and opened the passenger door as if the limo was his own, holding it again for her in that annoying way of his. She stopped short, answering the question she was taught to ask herself from earliest childhood: is this a stranger whose car I should never get in? Well, we're on public record upstairs, with the offer of coffee even discussed on camera, she thought, so she decided if she was going to get this over with it might as well be now.

He had continued talking, even repeating his promise to quit, and she was starting to really believe him. It was just that he truly believed he was not going to have to because she would not win the challenge. She slid in to the spacious interior, every bit as nice or nicer than the limo her dad had picked her up in a time or two. He slid in also, taking a seat and the door closed. She didn't want to sit too close to him, he freaked her out a little. But as he stared at her, not trying anything, she realized he did believe her, he just didn't understand he was going to lose the challenge.

"I do believe you. I don't think you're doing some sort of scam. I actually almost feel sorry for you. I think you are being truthful you would quit, but you honestly don't believe you're going to lose this. That's preposterous, of course, because that would mean that whatever hokey training crap you're going to try to pull on me would have to work and you just don't realize that's not going to happen." The car lurched forward and his eyes were still coldly considering her. She squirmed in her seat just a little. His eyes made her really uncomfortable, like a bug under a microscope. "Isn't there anything else you can look at?" She immediately regretted saying anything about it, like it gave away something. Genny recommitted herself to not reacting to his stupid mind games. It was immature really. Like 8 year olds having a staring contest, except he wasn't eight, and no eight year old she ever knew had eyes like that. Distraction. Change the subject. "Where do you want to go for coffee? There's a nice place just off-campus on Western, free-wifi and refills."

 

[ForeverMischievous]

As he waited for her to enter, he seemed to look right through her careful consideration, of her situation. As if he knew what she was thinking. And to that, he only smiled, and waited patiently. But once again, his eyes said everything. He wasn't at all, a patient man. His eyes almost seemed to demand, on their own, that she entered the vehicle, and that in a hurry. Just as his eyes, had demanded silence, ever since shed first started off this challenge. A cold, deep stare, that seemed gentle, at most, but had a dark demanding side to them. Something only those he really stared upon, would see. A little talent he'd build himself, through his life. It's served him well.

But as she finally entered, he followed her close by, and got himself seated, in a comfortable position. Just as informally, as he'd been through most of the hearing. In fact, he'd never really seemed formal, as his clothes suggested he should be. He was a entirely different person, then what he seemed to be. He placed his cane next to him, with a silent groan, stretching his right leg, before gazing to her. His cold eyes kept gazing at her, through what she said, smiling with the same cold deminure he'd held through the entire thing upstairs. He smiled as she finished, only breaking the stare for a second, to open a container in front of himself, showing off two glass', and a bottle of Wine. "Your the one, taking everything for granted. I see this entire thing... As a game. Try to find your enjoyment in it, Miss Vandermaus." He said, gazing back to her, just long enough for her to give her rebelious plea, for him to stop. He chuckled a single time with a smile, turning his attention back to the Wine and glass' in front of him. "There's nothing here, nearly as pretty as you, Genny." Using something different then the formal line this time, he got out the glass' and the wine, filling one glass on the small 'table in front of him. "Wine?" He asked, gazing to her. If she agreed, he filled her a glass as well. If she didn't, he only filled the one for him, then reaching inside the container again, taking out a small pill, she wouldn't be able to categorize, before he dropped it into his glass. He then offered her, her glass, had she agreed to one. If she had agreed, and he offered her the glass, a finger lightly stroked against one of her's, as his hand let go. A miniature gesture, that she probably wouldn't even notice. Her brain would, however. Subconsciously.

The pill fizzled in his glass, as the driver drove them off, and he chuckled lightly with her suggestion. "I've quite grown over the need, to have an internet connection, where I sit to have my coffee. No. We'll go to my usual caffé." He said, taking a sip from his Wine, before emptying it down, before the pill had entirely disintegrated. He made a slight face of disgust, shivering lightly as he stretched his neck, and put away the glass. "Actually. I thought you'd.. Indulge me, on another addition to our.. Challenge." he said, with a small smile, honoring her question somewhat, gazing out the window in front of them, leading out the front of the vehicle. "Just to.. Juice it up. Make it more interesting." He said with a soft smirk, gazing back to Genny, now with the gentle smile he'd held before. The only thing, that ever had him pictured as a sinister character, was the deep ominous stare, of his cold eyes. The rest of him, never really made him seem like the 'big evil producer, of a million dollar product'. He just seemed like a gentle guy, from down the block.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Genny watched him taking out the wine, the two glasses, as if this was some kind of romantic thing, like she'd be impressed. She tried not to snort with amusement at his ridiculous ploy that she could see right through. She wouldn't let him get the upper hand of course. Genny wasn't some unfortunate girl who knew nothing of the world, so easily impressed and led astray, not afraid of his pretensions of privilege. The way he tried to slip in the innocuous comment about her looks though, and calling her Genny, it irritated her. "My friends call me Genny. You can call me Miss Vandermause, or Genevieve. And don't try to reduce me to my looks. Pretty or not, it's my mind that matters, it's the the strong mind of an educated woman that you don't understand, so don't waste your breath or my time with your lowbrow compliments. I just don't care." Of course she had always found it quite helpful to be pretty, better pretty than ugly, but it irked her for him to touch on that.

He seemed to ignore it though, as if nothing bothered him. Fine, nothing would bother her either. "Well, thank you." She could take the glass, it would shut him up. Of course she wouldn't drink it, too risky given his obvious pill popping ways, who knew what could happen? She took the glass from him, his finger brushing hers and making her spill a little bit of the wine as she pulled her hand back suddenly from the surprise of the contact. Genny just ignored the little damp spot on her shirt though. Nothing would bother her. Best he learn quick, he couldn't get to her.

The man's eyes were still on her, and she found it easiest to look away slightly, or to focus on the bridge of his nose, not to meet his gaze directly. He brushed off her coffee house suggestion, which irritated her in a way that she easily covered with a wave of her hand that said basiclly "whatever you want, if it's that important to you."

But he had already moved on to some wierd idea of adding to the challenge. "So, let me get this straight. You are already flailing in the water without a paddle, about to lose everything, and now you want to add an anvil to your problems? You want to double the bet or something?" Genny did a quick calculation in her head, realizing if she was going to the big trouble of dealing with this guy, the bigger the victory she could score the more worthwhile her effort would be. "Sure, let's up the stakes, although once you've stopped making these films what do you have left? Maybe returning the rights to all of your previous films to the actors and actresses who were in them, so they can have the profits, or pull them from the market if they prefer, and if that's even possible anymore with the internet. What do you have in mind?"