Can She Rise to The Challenge? (beautifulgothgirl and google)

[DomG]

The days filming was almost done and Micheal Lemarchand was quite pleased by this. He and his crew, not to mention the young starlets of this particular film had been working since early in the morning to get everything just right and nothing gave him more satisfaction then wrapping up a shoot and sending the footage to editing so that it could be made ready for the website and the DVDs that it was distributed on.

At that moment he was standing in a drab basement, the lighting harsh with walls and floor a dark stained concrete. Wearing nothing he stood in the middle of the room, a blonde with streaked make up and a face turning red from how long she had been holding her breath wrapping her mouth around his cock until her nose was pressed against his firm abs, while a brunette in an equally disheveled state pressed her face against her ass and lapped hungrily there as though she had no greater care in the world then providing the man above her with a flawless rim job. One of the film crew members flashed him the sign that they were coming close to the time limit that he usually imposed, that if it ran much longer the film might be too long and with a nod of his head Micheal acknowledged the information, wrapping his hands in the hair of both the young women and roughly pulling them close together before him where they got to work kissing around his cock before he tensed, his cock twitched several times, and with a grunt of pleasure he came, moving both of them so that his seed would smear over their faces.

Then, without giving them another glance as they fell upon each other in a tight embrace, working to lick each other clean, Micheal walked from where the cameras would be able to see him and signaled for a cut, another hit had just been finished and as the producer, director, and very often the star of many similar films he knew that his bank account would have a decent amount more in it at the end of the month because of this film and others like it.

Normally when filming was done Micheal liked to take a day to relax, to take a very warm shower with his co-stars, take them out for a fine meal, and perhaps finish up the day with some more kinky sex which wouldn't be filmed... and of course could often get far rougher then what he released to the public. His sex life was a rather active one, given his work of choice of course and even outside of the filming he enjoyed himself quite frequently with the starlets he worked with and other young women whom he met at fetish clubs... as physically satisfying as that all was though it still often left him feeling unfulfilled at the end and that thought troubled him more and more these days.

After all his line of work made a proper relationship quite impractical, he enjoyed his work very much, and if sacrificing one aspect of his life so that he could still enjoy the rest of it then he would continue to do so...

Today rather then just a little more physical fulfillment he had something else he had to do, a nearby university was having a town hall style discussion/debate about the emergency of the kinky and taboo into the mainstream through books like 50 Shades of Grey, similar adult novels, and of course the pornography that he and others made though the stuff he was involved with was some of the most widely viewed. Normally Micheal stayed out of this kind of spotlight, preferring to keep a somewhat solitary personal life when compared to the way that he put himself on film very often... this though was different from the day time shows that he was asked to do on occasion, this was a chance to have a mature discussion at one of the best respected universities in the country, a university that he had attended quite a while ago under a different name.

So after his shower, where he was joined by his co-stars who were now laughing and making jokes about the experience, Micheal took time to carefully dress in a well tailored suit, to ensure that he was properly groomed before setting out to ensure that he arrived promptly.

They had invited him as a guest of course and had promised him that there would be security on hand to keep any attempts to protest or interrupt well under control. Not that Dominic was worried though, while he expected some cat calls he wasn't some slob or pig like other producers in the same line of work, nor was he the jackass frat boy like the idiots who made 'reality porn'... he was a well educated and well read man who had a duel bachelors in history and psychology. 

As his Audi pulled into the parking lot Micheal was pleased to see not a single picketer with a sign attempting to block entry to the auditorium, only a trickle of college students in widely varying clothing slowly making their way in... they were early but he appreciated it.

Getting from the car Micheal took a moment to stretch his stiff body, languishing the fact that he might only be thirty six years old but already his body wasn't quite what it used to be. What had once taken two days a week in the gym to maintain now took five and while his body was still firm and fit he would eventually start to soften. Such morbid thoughts were the last thing that he needed though, especially when he had a debate rapidly approaching and so to drive away such thoughts he made his way towards a small coffee stand that he saw outside the theater, getting in line behind a few young women and a rather browbeaten looking young man of about the same age, being scolded for something he had apparently forgotten before rushing off to retrieve it. The sight of that made Micheal smirk a little.

After all he had once been like that, though it felt like a life time ago...


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[LoveTheWayYouLie]

RE: Can She Rise to The Challenge?

The warmth of summer was only a distant memory now a days, the linger touch of warmth from the sun did dance and glitter on the arms and necks of the college students. But the mature trees that lined the main streets in the college were thick with flush colors of oranges and reds. Most of the leaves piled along sidewalks and street corners, and every now and again the tingle of autumns cool touch brush over bare arms and legs. Late September always brought out the last breaths of summer in the air.

Tucked safe and sound in her college dormitory, Vanessa Lutz was in there with a group of her friends. All of them dressed very nicely, and sitting around the large dormitory. Many of them chatting, and reading. The topic on their minds, the speaker at the auditorium. Hisses of how disgusting it was, and how awful it was to even encourage that type of behavior. The leader of this little gaggle of girls was Vanessa herself. Unlike the others, she wasn’t speaking. She was over whelmed with to many emotions about this it was hard for her to become a part of their catty conversation. She was standing in front of her vanity, brushing her hair over her right shoulder. Her hair was so thick it was hard to get a brush through it as she pulled and yanked here and there.
With each time she removed the brush from hair, it would fluff and flip back out in thick waves. And was a deep rich color of auburn. She was the only red head out of her group, while all the others were brunettes or blondes. She loved her hair, and took great pride in its glossy true color. Each waves of her hair fell around her shoulders and danced around her face like a frame. She was a beautiful young woman now a days, and a lot of people had a hard time realizing this, mostly her father. Reaching up, she grabbed a large clip from her vanity desk and clipped up her long hair. Allow pieces of it to hang around her face and shoulders. Her face held high cheeks bones, lightly dusted with a pink blush, while plump lips had been laid with soft pink lip stick and wet gloss. Giving her lips a perfectly plump look. Her eyes, were large and were the high light of her face. Her irises the lightest blue, and her eye lips painted in a gentle purple shimmer. Only lines of eye liner and mascara did she wear. She did not wear a lot of make up. For one, she thought it looked trashy, and second, she didn’t need to wear a lot. She was beautiful without it. Her skin was the color of lightly tanned cream and just as smooth. Her eyes, never looking away from the mirror once she pulled her hair up on her head. For a second, she just looked at herself.

“…..Vanessa, are you ready to go?” One her friends asked impatiently from her seat near the door. Vanessa shot her a look of, “shut it” as she girl closed up her mouth. Vanessa looked back at herself and ran her hands down the front of her torso. She was a small, and slender girl. Only standing at about 5’4 and weighting only 108 max. She was thick in the right places. She wore a tank top style, empire waist dress that stopped at just above her knees. It was a soft baby blue in color that matched her eyes. And covered her body in the most proper fashion, while still being flirty just above the knee. Once more she brushed her hands down her dress to make sure there was no wrinkles. She couldn’t look frumpy at this event. She was going to be in front of a lot of her fellow classmates.
As those hands ran down her body she felt her curves. She wore a 38B, and it they were pulled up tightly in a white lacy bra under that blue dress. While those perky breasts moved down to a very tight and slim tummy. Her bottom, which was nicely enhanced by the style of her waist attracting dress held her bottom in a up position. Leading to a pair of long, soft legs. Her feet, small and cute were tucked into a paid of white Mary Jane type heels.

“Yes….I’m ready….Lets got meet this sicko…” She said softly as she turned. She was used to picketing at porno openings, book releases about such indecencies to women but it was harder to interrupt a school function. But, he shouldn’t be encouraging this behavior towards women, or for them to make women think they want to do those things. A very outgoing activist in this area, she had many other strong opinions about things, but nothing as strong as this. Porn made her sick to her stomach, and the very thought of this man…have director, produced, and stared in many of his own films sickened her.
The group of girls readied themselves to leave, as Vanessa grabbed her soft white cotton jacket and put it on. Beautiful jewelry hung from her ears and neck, everyone knew she was a princess. But a princess with a voice. A bossy and know it all princess, which many boys had made advances to, but had always been shot down. Walking out with her friends, they made their way out of the girls dormitories and out onto the college campus streets.

Vanessa cute little white heels clicking on the side walk as they made their way to the auditorium. She was glad she brought her jacket as she pulled it closer to her and buttoned a few of the pearl like buttons on her chest. The gentle breeze causing the leaves on the ground to rustle and dance along the side walk. She didn’t say much on their way, and her friends didn’t bother her. They knew she was worried about interrupting this. It could get in trouble with the administration. The auditorium was a large building, but had the look and appeal of a old court house. This college had been here forever, and a lot of it looked very old, as well as the cobble stone sides.

Vanessa’s eyes looked up at the building were groups of kids were coming in and out. They were abit early, but that was a good thing. Those big blue eyes caught site of the coffee stand and a smile parted her lovely lips.
“Hey girls, go get us some seats near the middle or the front. I am going to get something to chill me out.” She said as the girls all agreed with her and headed into the building. Her shoes clicking as she made her way to the line, pulling her small white purse around to her front and popped it open as she dug for a few dollars. She had a lot of cards from daddy, but rarely carried cash. She looked up as the whipped man came running back to the front of the line with the group of girls that was still ordering. They said some shitty things to him, and he just took it. This made Vanessa cock a brow but shrugged and turned her head back down to look into her purse. Unaware the man, she was about to bother was standing in front of her in line.

 

[DomG]

RE: Can She Rise to The Challenge?

Watching as the man ran off Micheal was tempted to say something, it was not something that he enjoyed seeing, a man so brow beaten and clearly whipped. He held back though, biting his tongue. He was of course entitled to form his own opinion about what he saw but it was not his place to give his opinion without first learning more about it. When he saw a young man who was whipped and unhappy looking... there might actually be a young man who took pleasure of being so terribly. In his many years he had learned quite a bit over the years, he was a dominant man who took his own pleasure from control and the occasional indulgence of sadistic impulse, but not every other man was the same way, while he might not understand the impulses there were those who enjoyed being submissive and a large number who fell into a much more vanilla category... though he would argue that those who considered themselves vanilla would likely just need to take a little time to explore a little bit more, people in his experience fell somewhere on a spectrum of dominant or submissive... mild or extreme people just needed to learn where they fell.

Still he couldn't help but think the younger man looked unhappy when he returned, going through motions for what Micheal guessed would be some mediocre sex, the woman who clearly wore the pants there was pretty enough but just screamed repressed to Micheal's experienced eyes.

Feeling as though something had to be said, anything really before he went off and ended up offending the group before him he turned, leaning back towards the very pretty little red head behind him in the line, taking in her appearance in a moment and liking what he saw though he gave little sign of this beyond a slight twitch of his lips. “It seems like someone is getting the raw end of that arrangement.” He whispered with a conspiratorial tone, doing his best to ensure that only the red head heard what it was that he said. Fortunately it seemed that the people he was commenting on didn't hear what had been said and they carried on, getting their orders and departing swiftly while Micheal moved forward. The red head was cute but he was on a schedule and if he were to show up to his own debate late then it would just give any would be critics or opposition that he have more to accuse him of.

Swiftly Micheal ordered his own beverage, a quad shot Americano which was easy to prepare and swiftly paid for, a few crisp bills withdrawn from his wallet and passed to the barista with a small smile, another smile for his momentary conspirator before making his way into the auditorium.

For a few moments he had to freeze in place, it was as if the place had never changed. The same posters for the same plays put on every year still hung in frames in the lobby, the very faint smell of faint popcorn remained in the air, even the carpet which must have been replaced looked the same. Years ago he had taken place in organized debates in this very auditorium and it felt like going home. He had to wonder if his old dorm room was still that off white color with the creaky box spring... but he couldn't reminisce all day long and with a chuckle he made his way through a door in the side of the lobby and to the back of the auditorium, standing behind the curtain just a few moments later and when the signal was given and the lights had dimmed Micheal just strolled out into the center stage, knowing the spot light would be on him... he was used to being the center of attention and now was only different because he was wearing his clothes.

“You all know who I am, or at least I hope you do.” He said with a smile, lifting the mike to his mouth, he had chosen to use an older microphone rather then the newer headsets available. “My name is at the top of the announcement for this arrangement, any of you who don't already know what I do for a living... well please visit one of the websites I own and become familiar with my work... could always use more money.” That part got a chuckle, he might be something that most of them didn't understand but he could be a charming son of a bitch. “But really... the sort of things I am interested in are becoming more mainstream, many of you might have questions and I would be happy to answer any of them to my best ability...”

 

[LoveTheWayYouLie]

RE: Can She Rise to The Challenge?

Vanessa was busy rummaging though her purse when she watched the man run by her and back to the front of the line. She watched this young man, and cocked a brow. She looked alittle bothered by this interaction. She didn’t believe in anyone being treated like this, man or woman. Turning her eyes away as she looked back into her small white purse. She hadn’t noticed the man in front of her, leaning back to talk to her.

Pulling a few bucks from the bottom of purse she smiled in a small victory, then heard the voice of the man in front of her. Those huge blue eyes to look up at the man. She would smile at this comment he made and nodded in agreement. Taking a moment to brush some of her thick hair from her face and behind her ear.
“Tell me about it…..Its ridiculous.” She joked back as quietly, so the group before them wouldn’t hear. One they left, she watched them go and shook her head to the girls walking into the auditorium. Letting her purse fall back to her hip she would stand herself back up straight. Fixing her small white jacket to her torso, always fidgeting with herself to make sure she looked presentable. It was a curse giving to her by her mother. When your father is of such high status in the community, you always had to look your best.

Waiting until the man before her left to inside the auditorium, as she walked up and got herself a quick cup caramel ice. Thanking the man, and paying him she would turned and headed inside. It was such an old place, but she love the fact this place had been here forever. It held a nostalgic beauty. Taking and deep breath, she readied herself as she walked in to the auditorium. She looked around at the people. There was a good amount there, most of them….agreed with this man’s stance on life. Seeing her group of friends near the middle of the rows she made her way to the seat and sat down. She looked out onto the stage, and just wanted.

Then, he walked out. The man that stood in front of her in line for coffee. He began to talk, and joke with the giggling crowd as she made a disgusted face. She had enjoyed the interaction she had with that man and it made her sick she even remotely smiled at him and agreed with him for a fraction of a second. Moving her lips as if she had a bad taste in her mouth she pushed her coffee off the cup shoulder and onto the floor. “Gross” She mumbled to herself. The girls and boys around her began to raise their hands, and ask questions to their speaker. None of them, bad questions. All curious about this life style, and the more Vanessa sat there and listened the more angry she became. Not only at the man, infecting this people but that these fellow people believed in this.

As there was a moment, she would raise her hand. Once called upon, she would stand in her seat.
“Yes….I have a question” She said as some people looked at her, others kept their eyes on the stage. Many girls in the group wanting to ask to be participants in his films and the men….wanted to be him.
“How do you sleep at night?” She asked him, putting her hands on her hips. “How do you sleep at night, knowing that so many girls….who, so… ‘willingly’ committed to being a part of your deranged sexual acts…..have blown their own brains out?” Her friend smiled. She took a deep breath, looked around the room at her peers.
“And how do you….feel this way. Why do you want to be slaves? This is abuse to yourselves!” Her eyes looked back to the man on stage.
“So please, tell me……do you sleep good at night knowing you a monster of the porn industry? How can you rest….knowing how many lives you ruin.” She brushed that hair from her face again, “You’re an infection to society. Taking away all that is beautiful and pure about love and the act of love making….and making into….sick and degrading acts. Its horrible….and it shouldn’t be the porn girls who take their lives….it should be those that instigate it.” Her words were harsh, some people whispered about them, others were a gasp….and said nothing….eyes wife as they waited for the man on stage to answer her.

 

[DomG]

Micheal was at home on the stage and as the questions began he answered them with smiles and often a small joke to keep the crowd amused. Of course it was great publicity but he hadn't come here because he wanted publicity, he was here to be challenged and find a little bit of spirited discussion. Still it seemed that perhaps he wouldn't be getting that and Micheal resigned himself to enjoying what he was able to get, doing his best to keep the crowd entertained and on his side when he had practically no opposition. One particular remark that got him some uproarious laughter came from a frat boy who asked if he could have a summer job in the films Micheal made, clearly out for some chuckles himself, only to have it turned on his head when Micheal told him that there was an opening for a whipping boy in some of the Femdom movies that he produced. The crowd liked that comment and the frat boy just sat right down, the stupid disruption gone as quickly as it had been started and Micheal had gained a bit more respect from the crowd.

Hell a few of the young women even asked if was considering doing any casting at their school, he would smile at them, asking for them to give him a little spin for him and some showed some potential but just being attractive wasn't enough for the films that he enjoyed making the most.

They weren't just seeing him as a pornographer any more, they were seeing him as a human being, not so different from them and that of course was an important step. Still he was bored with this proceeding, he hadn't wanted a disruption but really he would have liked having some kind of protest that might at least give him some kind of challenge, harder to humanize yourself against the the sort of baseless accusations that might be made.

Then a hand came up and Micheal smiled to see the pretty red head he had noticed at the coffee stand. With a smile he indicated her, hoping that she might ask to be in a film, hell he would put her there in a moment or at the very least enjoy a little time with her off camera where things could be even more interesting, a more honest experience in his mind then what he got on screen. He did his best to use those with an actual interest in BDSM in his films but every once in a while he had to resort to an amateur with out any obvious interest in the subject, trying to awaken something within them before putting them on camera to ensure a better reaction.

Her question though, at the same time that it brought a smile to his face it also disappointed him. True she was challenging him but she wasn't doing a very good job of it. Her question was little more then a straight forward attack, no real challenge in facing it straight on because trying to avoid it would just cause some trouble.

He waited politely for her to finish speaking and smiled at her when she was done, descending the steps of the stage and approaching slowly. “That was more then one question so please let me address your points one at a time, now in truth I sleep extremely well every night, in a very large bed, often with at least one very satisfied young lady.” Again he got some chuckled but less then before, it seemed that the crowd was approaching the fence that he had wanted to keep them from sitting on. “Now this talk of suicide, its true that every once in a while there is a terrible tragedy where a young man or woman takes their life... there are often quite a few reasons for these tragedies that tend to involve an underlying medical condition or some immensely unfortunate circumstances. I am however happy to say that to the best of my knowledge not a single person who has ever stared in one of my productions has ever killed themselves. I pay the stars of my films well above the industry standard, I ensure that every employee I hire is drug tested and won't tolerate anything more then a little bit of pot.”

Of course that alone wouldn't sway the crowd, it might keep them from turning against him but it was a stalling tactic and he had to win their support back. “But I think that its my turn to ask some questions... taking a look at you, the way you dress, the way you speak... I would hazard a guess that you are from a well off family... upper middle class at the very least. Now you are rather fortunate, because of your family you are able to attend school, you are able to avoid going hungry, and of course you have a roof over your head. Now many of the young women who work for me, and please keep in mind that I also produce some Femdom films that show men being in the same sort of situation that you are so against, are not so fortunate as you. Would you rather that these young women continue to struggle and work countless hours off the books just to ensure that they can keep themselves well fed and off the streets and what right do you have to judge others for what they do in order to survive in a world that you have never had to live in?”

There was a pause while he waited for it to sink in, crowd silent now and listening carefully. “I know you find my work morally objectionable , you think I am taking away from love but in truth what I do has nothing to do with love... its all about instinct. I could kill myself and you might be momentarily pleased by that... but I suspect before long your happiness would fade away rather quickly when my place in the industry was taken by someone else, someone who might not mind if he hires drug addicts and encourages their needs just to ensure that he has to pay them a little less, who might scrimp on STI testing just to save a few bucks.” Playing himself as the good guy, compared to who his competitors were he really was the good guy.

 

[LoveTheWayYouLie]

Vanessa had listened to the chatter for a long time before she even stood up. The more the people agreed with him, the more angry she became. This was so wrong, she couldn’t even began to think of how these people could even think this way. She was just as frustrated with the people in the audience as she was with the man preaching to them. She almost had to force herself to focus her rage on the man, not the people. It wasn’t their fault their minds were twisted by this sick acts.

When she had stood, and began to speak. She knew right then she had spoken to much and that she was going to get his full attention. Once she was finished, she took a breath and waited on him. She didn’t have to wait long. He had turned on her on a dime. She crossed her arms over her chest as he walked down the steps and came down to talk to her. When he pointed out, it was more than one questions, she nodded and lifted her hand to her chest.
“I know, my apologizes.” She said, she could be a bitch but she knew that this was a conversation no matter how heated it is.

As she said this, she allowed him to talk. She was unaware that if she had been the only girl raise her hand and asked to be in a film he would take her up on her offer. But of course, this was the one girl out of the group that didn’t want to be anywhere near it. Her pretty little dress…and her prefect hair just screamed to get harassed. She was porno perfect for breaking.

When he made the comment about having satisfied woman in his bed she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She stood her in place, but it wasn’t far from the isle he was walking down to meet up with her face to face.
“Yes, on the topic of suicide…..most of those people are mentally ill in some way or another….but just as drug and alcohol abuse will fill their desire to leave this world, the same has to be said for sexually pornography gratification which…in itself is just as addicting. Perpetuating the cycle of abuse, mental illness and death…..If a person has a sexual addiction fed by depression, it does not need to be star lit and allow others to get pleasure from their in torment while some other person jams a cock in their throat….” Her friends eyes got big when Vanessa said cock. It shocked them, Vanessa never said….dirty words. But it was firing her up just thinking about any male, or female being subjugated to this acts while others got enjoyment out of it.

She then allowed him to talk once she spoke on suicide. The group of audience, listened to her on that and was talking softly. But, as he began to ask her questions, she held out her hand as if to ask him to proceed in asking her. Her eyes never left him, it was as if no one else was in the room and she was just talking to him. It was not enjoyable but she was just talking to him. Even though….lots of people were listening. She would answer him with a nod,
“Yes, I come from a very well off family.”
She allowed him to speak about how she didn’t know the pain these other people in the porn’s go though. That he paid them well, to keep them feed and a roof over their heads. She sneered at this and almost laughed.
“Those women, could have so much more…than what you give them. If you want to ’give back’ to these men and women you exploit. When really what they need is an education and the chance to be more than someone’s 45 minutes of whacking off.” Her friends…once more….dropped their jaws. How the hell was she talking like this?! They almost asked her to change her words if shocked them so much. “Yes, you’re helping them, paying for them homes…and they are off the streets….but off the streets, in the film room? There is no difference. Both places you are being used for nothing more than money…..so…in all….that’s all these people are….slave to the dollar for a good fuck. I believe you company is safe and clean…but that doesn’t take away from the fact its nothing different from walking the streets….These men and woman need more out of life…than this to be their passion. I’m sure none of these people thought to themselves, “I cant wait to grow up and get face fucked for a living” Her friends gasped, one covered her mouth in shocked. The audience…on the other hand…..liked it. They liked her fire, her pep…her cussing…it was hot. For a prefect princess to talk about face fucking was making them like her. She shook her head and took a breath.
“Excuse me Michael, That was inappropriate of me, but the point I make still stands….”

Then he bought up her last point….and she took a deep breath. Shacking her head.
“You and I can go around and around all day long on the last two points we have made…..as those are topics that can be found in statistics. This last point….you have now addressed is not. I know there a people out there…much worse than you. And those people too….and just as sick, and twisted as all the things you enjoy…..without your charm, or attention to details……but that does not mean that one should rely in their sexual experiences to go for instinct. Rape…comes from instinct. The urge the drive to take it, just because. The power of taking it, the carnal lust to take him or her….to in slave a person in that moment is gratifying on a level others can not see…..But, its an empty lust. There is nothing more…and never will be. Animal instinct it just that….animal. It means nothing, it thinks not of others….why not make love like humans. To feel everything….to be one with someone, not just physically but in all ways. To please each other…not just one being used to please…..Love will always be more intoxication than lust. Unless……” she took a deep breath and looked around the room, “Unless was a evolving backwards….and in that case, that microphone might as well be a club” The group laughed as she made her joke. The people in the audience, liked what she had to say. She spoke from the heart, not the lust. And she had touched the people. For a moment….it seemed as if they were rethinking their actions of watching hours of porn…..and not spending it with someone else that could have given them more.

 

[DomG]

He let her talk, honestly it might have been smart to try to stop her at some point because the crowd seemed to be responding to her but really Micheal was enjoying the sight of her, the language she was using, the way her friends were reacting to it, this red head was a little fire cracker and in truth he longed to have a chance to bring her to heel. He could already see it right now, her on her knees, on his leash, makeup smeared but that defiant look in her eyes before he made sure to break her of that streak... but he doubted she would be easily broken and that alone would make her all the more enjoyable for him to play with.

Being challenged, he had wanted it and because of that he had found something more to interest him... oh he could have quite a bit of fun with her as a plan was already forming in his mind, a way to draw her in closer. When she was done he waited for the crowd to stop laughing, appearing to give it some serious consideration before he was ready to go for the throat and from there lay a trap that he doubted she would be able to easily avoid... no he suspected she would plunge into it.

“You think that being an actress or an actor in the world of adult entertainment is no different from walking the streets?” He asked slowly, as though wanting her to clarify it. “Then I think you are living a rather detached life. In the real world women who sell their bodies on the streets are frequently beaten, raped, and murdered, forced into the life by a pimp who keeps all the money. Now I might not be a perfect man, fifty years ago my sexual tastes would have seen me in an institution, but I don't force anyone to do anything. Everyone I have ever worked with chose to work with me of their own free will, they are welcome to stop a shoot at any time they feel they are no longer safe or comfortable.” What little laughter remained died off now, he wasn't just playing the friendly and cheerful producer any more but instead showing that he was more then willing to get serious and reveal the truth.

“Now you don't have to be face fucked for a pay check, you don't have to do anything for a pay check at all I suspect. There are many people out there who don't have parents who can support them through school, there are many people out there who want to have the same opportunities as you but just can't afford it. Now they can go and get a job busing tables and put themselves through a community college, take three years to get a two year associates degree before trying to get to a University with what little they have saved... or if they chose too perhaps they can make enough money for a year at this very college with just a few hours work. Now tuition has probably gone up but I have no doubt that with five films and a hand full of photo shoots with my company a young woman who happens to be inclined towards submissive sexual acts can afford to go to school full time for two semesters, a privilege that you take for granted.”

He might be able to stop there, perhaps that was enough to prove his point but the crowd wasn't laughing now and he knew there was blood in the water... and he wanted to keep going. “Now I won't pretend this is an easy choice most of the time for those who do come to work with me... but it is a choice that you can't understand because you have never had to make it.” A deep breath now, a pause for dramatic effect just in case she was going to start speaking before he began again. “Thats the core of it though isn't it, you don't understand. You try to judge me and claim that what I do is evil but in truth I am just providing something completely legal that people want. Now of course most of the people who watch my films are men but men aren't the only ones with these fantasies, books like Fifty Shades of Grey are proving that even the average housewife can have a secret fantasy about a BDSM life style. What you call degrading I call liberating, people have always had these desires, some want to serve and others want to be served... but now it is out in the open and I see no reason why we should try to repress it any further.”

There were applause now, not everyone agreed with him but he had won back the crowds favor and was being taken more seriously now because he had been challenged. Flipping off his microphone he leaned a little closer to his challenged, crossing into what might be considered an intimate space. “Now maybe you want to be given an opportunity to gain an understanding, an opportunity that if taken could see you rewarded with me retiring and donating any future proceeds from the sale of my work to the charity of your choice... if that interests you then see me back stage in ten minutes.”

He knew his own time was up, he wasn't the only speaker though he was the headliner and with a smile on his face and his head held high Micheal made his way back up to the stage and behind the curtain again.

 

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Vanessa didn’t interrupt, that would be rude. She had spoken her peace and now it as his turn. She did know how to go about having a conversation, even if she didn’t like the topic of discussion. She crossed her arms over her chest as she listened. Her friends were just beside them selves and wanted to leave given this conversation had gotten alittle to rough for their ears, but Vanessa stood like a champ. Taking in what he had to say and shook her head in disagreement, but didn’t say anything. She knew he was turning the people back around, and she was ok with it. She knew those people in there liked his sick porn, and liked to be treated like shit, or like to treat others that way. It was a sad image of the human race, and it made her sick.

Once the crowd started cheering and clapping, and he turned off his microphone she knew they were done talking. She took a deep breath and sighed, hanging her head in a slight defeat. She knew she wasn’t going to change a crowds minds that already thought this way. Her friends were looking up at her, as they began to talk among each other, and the people were talking as well. Vanessa reached up to brush from hair from her face…when he leaned in a spoke to her….he leaned in alittle to close. It she jumped abit and looked up at him. He stood quite abit taller than her, as she sneered at him and bent herself backwards abit. She listened to what he said to her, and cocked a brow. As fast as he spoke to her, he was gone, and on the stage. She blinked a few times, as what he said to sunk in. Sitting down slowly, she frowned her brow and sat there. Her hands in her lap. She understood, she didn’t need to be taught anything about this life style….but, the allure of his proposal made her stop for a second and think. The one friend who was sitting near her had heard the comment he made to her. The friend turned to her and sighed.

“Vanessa…you’re not really thinking about this are you? He is just trying to mess with your head.” She touched Vanessa’s shoulder, but Vanessa brushed her hand off.

“So what if he is….what if he telling the truth?…I could at lest shut down one sick porn system…” Vanessa said to her friend as her friend shook her head.

“No, He is lying.” Vanessa stood as her friend held out her hand to her, “Vanessa, this is madness…what will you father say!?” She shouted, but Vanessa was already walking out of the auditorium and into the main hallway, heading back around to the back stage hallways. Her friend immediately turned to the group and told them what Vanessa was doing. In a rush they all rushed out to stop her, but…by the time they reached the main lobby, she was gone.

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Her hands pressed down on the large handle of the back stage door. She stepped inside, it was dark back there as all the lights were shining on the stage as the next speaker was already up and some louder music was playing. The stage hands were already working away. She gulped, maybe she should go….she took a few steps backwards and her back pressed against the door. Taking a deep breath, she looked around the dark of the back stage.
She thought about all the times, she picketed and all the times she stood up for others for all things. From abortion to porn, and all the times she stood behind her father and his Champaign. Now, she had a chance to really change something….taking a deep breath she walked into the darkness. She could hear some people talking, an saw him in the distance.
Fixing her jacket she would wait near him, while he was busy. She took a moment to rest her back against the wall, listening to the speaker that was up on the stage. At lest Michael was a smart man, this one was going on about the love of butt sex and gay porn. She rolled her eyes, she would love to give that man a piece of her mind as well.

Leaning her back against the wall, and crossed her legs and arms. Her long legs pushing out from her pretty dress as she waiting, she could feel her heart racing. This was something she would not find herself doing, but here she was. It was almost like a drive in her head that pushed her forward, while all of her wanted to go back.