Can She Rise To The Challenge (google and skittish_butterfly)

[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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[skittish_butterfly]

Katherine felt the briefest and most rare -- at least for her -- flash of nerves as she turned left and right in front of the mirror, making sure she had just the right look for the afternoon's event. It was the start of her Sophomore year at University already and she, the bright 19 year old daughter of the University's President, still had made nothing like the splash she made all through high school, nothing like the waves everyone expected of her, nothing like the what her father demanded of her. But she knew, knew in her bones, that this was the one. This was no stupid "free the guinea pigs" sit-in with no media and no publicity, this was a chance to take down misogynistic porn peddlers and abusers of disadvantaged women, all in the glare of the spot light, right on Daddy's door step in Freeman Hall.

She needed the right look: firm, feminist, empowered and independent, and yet just a little spark of intrigue to draw the camera and hold the eye. When this event started trending, she needed her name to trend with it: the girl who stood up to the macho bullys. Her dark hair was just right, full of body and conditioned to a shine as it brushed the top of her slender, nearly bare shoulders. Just enough makeup on her large brown eyes to deepen the look without looking like she actually bothered with makeup, and the same casual approach to her wide full lips, just enough gloss to give that moist reflective look but not colored whorish red. She looked left, then right, peering back, then nodded, once again convinced it was her left profile the camera would crave.

Her designer half-denim, half-linen sleeveless blouse looked just right. It showed off her slender toned arms, skin smooth and pale, but gave the clear impression she wasn't dressed for clubbing. To her eye she looked... serious. Katherine did a full circle one last time, liking the appealing way her skirt twirled at mid-thigh, remembering this was the skirt she'd worn to the bonfire last Fall when she'd hooked Donovan. Oh. She thought about that a little more, remembering the hungry look in his eyes as he'd first caught sight of her legs that night, that hungry look he still had every time he tried to talk her into what he wanted.

Katherine hastily unzipped the snug skirt from her hips and slipped it off, standing just in pink cotton bikini panties, looking in her more serious drawer. She pulled out a pair of beat up old jeans, snug in the hips, showing the shape of her legs and just oversized enough to give the slightest hint of her slender waist, especially worn without a belt. Yes, that was the look.

She slipped on her leather sandals and checked her slender frame one last time, pocket book in hand. Then she thought about the military rule, the one who rules the heights has the advantage. Off went the klunky sandals and instead she slipped her unpainted toes into a shiny pair of platforms giving her a good extra few inches to her 5'6" height. Best to be eye-to-eye when arguing a bully down.

Finally satisfied she slipped out of her singles apartment, one of the few visible perks she accepted from being the President's daughter. Of course there were many invisible perks, but she chose to ignore those since no one else was likely to care either. Better impressions were made by seeming to be just "one of the girls".

Other than a brief call to Donovan to bring Vicky and Belinda and meet her at Freeman Hall, she spent the 15 minute walk reviewing her notes and thinking through her strongest arguments. She hoped she'd done enough research, but ultimately, more than facts she needed talking points and favorable impressions. With this much media there would never be time enough for debate club niceties. Given how brutal the guys in the videos she'd studied were, she wagered there was a chance this could even get a little ugly -- if so, so much the better for the waves the story would make -- but that was also why she wanted her useful boyfriend and devoted entourage with her.

Katherine spotted Donovan and the girls on the far side of the quad in front of the hall but walked the other direction to the coffee cart, calling them over with just a subtle wave as she ordered her customary caffeine booster. Donovan, 6" tall and somewhat handsome, solid enough even if he wasn't a football player or anything, almost bounced toward her, his eyes playing over her body in a way she was now quite used to ignoring. She noticed he lingered over her legs and hips briefly, but settled more on her delicate collar bone and neck, the little golden necklace he'd given her setting off her throat quite nicely. Yes, that was the right effect.

"So what do you want me to say? Should I yell stuff like 'yeah! right!' when you talk?" Donovan was always such an overeager puppy. It was almost cute, sort of.

She put one hand ever so lightly on his forearm. "No, no. I've got it. Just make sure you're ready in case they can't handle an intellectual argument. Some of these guys, I've seen their pornos -- research, of course, please -- but, they're pretty short tempered and more than a bit abusive and they don't seem too well stocked in the brain cabinet. Keep the pepper spray handy in case one of them comes at me, but don't spray him until he's real close, close enough for the cameras, you know?"

Donovan's face fell and Katherine felt her annoyance with him coming almost automatically. "You forgot the pepper spray didn't you. Geez Don, the one thing I asked. Girls, weren't you... Oh never mind. Run back and get it, quick, before this gets out of hand. I'll be down in front on the left side of the audience, across from the camera bay. Meet me there as soon as you can."

Katherine didn't even wait to see how dejected Don looked as he took off at a sprint back to his room. She didn't wait for the other two girls to fall in behind her, just assumed it. She ignored the eyes of boys and a few annoyed girls who watched as she strolled into the Hall like she owned it -- which, in a sense she kind of did, really, at least somewhat. And she paid little attention at all to the man she brushed past in her hurry to get in early for a good seat where the media would get her best side.

She sat almost motionless, thinking rapidly as the hall filled up and then a few men came on stage along with the University Vice President, Daddy's right hand man Professor Thomas. The somewhat daft older Professor made a rambling introduction, clearly uncomfortable and unsure how to properly relate the CVs of the men who were about to address the crowd. Eventually he just sort of trailed off and winced as he took a seat on a hard folding chair at the side of the stage.

There were a couple men speaking but Katherine really didn't pay much attention to what they were saying. It wasn't like there was anything she needed to hear. She's seen the videos, the way they abused and mistreated and flat-out degraded all those young girls. There was no explanation or justification she wanted to hear. Katherine was out for blood and felt the caffeine pumping. The word "questions" wasn't even out of the last man's lips, a Michael something-or-other, and she was already up and talking, not waiting for anyone else to steal the virtuous spotlight that was rightfully hers.

"Excuse me. You can say what you want up here dressed up in your slacks and pretending to be civilized men, but you are beasts who prey on the vulnerable. You should be ashamed! All the girls you've destroyed, turning them into little more than toys for your sexual gratification, and objects of debased fantasy for the countless boys whose attitudes about girls and sex are being formed by watching you, you should be ashamed! You owe it to those poor girls to provide counseling before you film their demise and ruin them. If the law can require counseling before abortion, it should certainly make sure the drug-addicted or sexually abused waifs who come your way should be protected and helped before you can finish them off."

She was just getting started and was starting to reach for a ream of blank papers she would fan in front of him while talking about statistics. It didn't really matter what was printed on the actual paper, and whatever statistics she needed could always be argued about later, after the cameras already soaked up her every word, after her point was well made.

 

[DomG]

Micheal watched and chuckled to himself as the young man who had been standing before him had to run off to fetch something for what he had to assume was his girlfriend, though perhaps he was just a guy who hoped to sleep with the rather pretty young thing and had ended up stuck in the 'friend zone'. If not for the fact that he was trying to keep his mind on the upcoming appearance Micheal might have stepped from the line and taken that younger man aside in order to give him just a little bit of advice on how to handle things, about how he should be a little more assertive in order to get anywhere in life. The sort of advice that he wished that someone had given him at that age, maybe saved him a little bit of pain before he stumbled across the truth of who he was and a deeper understanding about how human sexuality really worked.

So rather then step in he just brushed the thoughts aside and was soon ordering his coffee from the young lady who worked at the coffee stand, smiling at her as she made the coffee and getting a smile from the otherwise burned out looking barista when he paid with a twenty and then left before any change was made. He was eager to get to the back of the stage, take a moment to converse with the others who had been selected to speak and answer any questions that there might be from the audience that was promising to be decent sized as the students arriving had turned from a slow trickle into a heavier stream. Knowing that if he wanted to get in without any harassment he should probably move quickly Micheal joined the trickle and once inside, pausing for only a moment to marvel at the fact that the inside of the auditorium's lobby looked the same as it had over a decade ago when he had been a student there, going to theater department production in order to amuse himself on a weekend when there was nothing better.

He didn't take too long to enjoy the nostalgia though, the posters for plays might be the same as they had been once upon a time and it still had the same smell of stale popcorn, a sign standing in one corner marked a nearby door as the back stage entrance for guests and after flashing the security guard standing by the invitation that had been emailed to him Micheal was heading down a long and poorly lit hallway to the back of the stage where the other guests were gathering around an older woman who seemed to be instructing them on the order they would be going in and the amount of time they would receive. It looked as though this would be opening up with a woman who wrote erotic fiction that often dealt with themes of Dominance and submission and Micheal would be the last to go, first and last speakers of course being given the most time and Micheal wasn't even given a hard time limit for his question and answer session.

And soon it was all starting, Micheal stood aside and sipped from his coffee as he watched the other speakers take their time, he wasn't the only one involved in pornography but the others seemed to try to avoid that word, one of them even going so far as to claim that he created performance art. For the most part the crowd seemed to be a little bored with it, once or twice someone tried to disrupt it by rushing the stage and screaming some slogan but they were all stopped rather quickly and things carried on.

Then came Micheal's turn, introduction by a professor that he was pretty sure had given lectures on the History of the Renaissance in Southern Europe and stepping out into the light to a few catcalls from people who no doubt recognized the body of his work. “Ladies and gentlemen, students and faculty of this fantastic university, assembled members of the media... I am Micheal Lemarchand and I have no delusions about my work, I am a pornographer and I love my work.” It wasn't much of a joke, not really, but it was delivered with a smile and a dose of charisma and energy that earlier speakers had lacked, the reaction from the audience was not uniform but Micheal mostly heard some laughter and clapping, the jeers were at a minimum.

His speech from there wasn't anything formal or immensely well prepared, instead he had drawn up a rough plan of how he wanted it to go and improvised from there within the plan that he had thought up. He spoke on the changes in how society perceived sexuality, how pron wasn't getting more extreme but was instead changing to better represent the different aspects of sexual desire and a broader range of kinks, and of course how the internet and the anonymity of it allowed for people to explore and express themselves a little more. He turned on the charm as best he could during his speech, joking with the audience a little bit and felt them warming to him as time went on.

Then his speech came to what he felt was a natural conclusion and he asked for questions, ready to be challenged a bit and maybe have someone ask if they could be in one of the videos he made, likely some frat boy who wanted a chance to fuck a tied up woman who practically begged for abuse.

He didn't even get the chance to call on someone who politely raised their hand though as the moment he asked if there were any questions a young woman near the front of the stage just jumped to her feet and started speaking, her voice carrying quite well as Micheal listened to what she had to say with a smirk. It seemed as though someone had a moral bone to pick with what he did for a living but her arguments weren't really anything new... he had even heard the suggestion for counseling before.

Rather then just stand back and play defense Micheal knew that he would have to react quickly and take control before the footing he had gained with the audience was lost to her aggressive nature. Still smiling he made his way down from the stage, dropping lightly to the floor of the auditorium and making his way towards her, taking note that the young man sitting at her side was the same young man who had been in front of the coffee stand, bristling and ready for confrontation.

There was no confrontation though, Micheal starting to hold out the microphone as though offering it to his challenger before stopping and pulling it back. “Those are some strong words young lady.” He said with a chuckle. “And I hope that calling you young lady isn't something considered sexist or demeaning. I'm afraid I must take some issue with your words though. First of all I don't hire drug addicts, nor do I take advantage of the women I feature in my work... every one I hire is drug tested and if there is anything more potent then a little pot when the results come back I won't work with you, I also pay a fair wage for the work and if I work with someone a second time then they receive a share of the videos profit. Now as for ruining people... well the sex may look rather rough but I assure you, not once have I had a single young lady complain about the treatment they receive on camera or off camera. Perhaps your experiences with sex have been on the bland side but I can assure you that a little bit of pain seems to spice up the experience.”

He saw her grasping some papers but didn't move to stop her, offering the microphone again, let her speak, she was challenging and he wanted to see just what she was capable of, so rarely did a young woman try to stand up to him that the novelty of the experience was immensely enjoyable, all the better as he took in her beauty, eyes lingering on both her neck and her own eyes, meeting any hostility with a small smirk as though he wanted to antagonize her.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Katherine stopped short of hitting him with studies and statistics. The man was already hopping down from the stage and closing on her with a disturbingly confident smile on his face. She tried to think quickly, how to maintain her attack as he came at her showing no hesitation whatsoever, as if nothing she'd said had even phased him. Katherine stole a glance to the cameras and shuffled a step to the left to make sure they caught the impending confrontation with her at a good angle, knowing the light would play on her hair just right, and any awkward shadowing would hopefully be limited to the man's face and not hers, making him look a little sinister.

But as she stood with her papers, waiting for him to stop and discuss, he instead came all the way right up to her. He was already pointing the microphone at her face in what she only hoped the cameras caught as a highly inappropriate and offensive gesture with clear phallic overtones. Katherine whispered urgently out of the side of her mouth at Don, "pssst, the pepper spray, he's asking..." but it was too late. If Don had just sprayed him right then, the gesture would have been frozen in time with an attacking meaning, but now he'd already pulled it back, as if having offered her the chance to speak with it and now saying a few civil words of her own. Katherine fumed for a moment at the lost opportunity, but didn't dare glare at Don or let her look of resolve change one bit. Her goal was just to maintain focus on the man's face, as if paying careful attention to his words, to look like the defender of the weakest of women, preyed on by men like this. It was surprisingly difficult not to let her eyes play across the lines of the man's face, his chin, the strong jaw line, deep eyes. No, she focused on his eyebrows and listened.

He thought he was being cute, the line about 'young lady' and sexism. She interjected, loud enough for the cameras and the crowd that now encircled them like it was a fight in a high school hallway: "my friends call me Katherine, so you calling me 'young lady' is just fine." Don and the girls chuckled, and thankfully the rest of the crowd joined in. But the man seemed unfazed, just gave a little eyebrow movement like he was letting it pass and then started in about not working with drug addicts, fair wages, and all that crap. Meaningless. He was evading the main point.

His weak points finished, he pushed the mic back to her, sadly without the jarringly phallic overtones this time. Katherine took it in her hand and couldn't help noting how much bigger it looked in her small grasp than in his, her mind on the phallic imagery suddenly and inconveniently coloring everything, and she had to cough to delay for a second as she tried to shake the sensation of holding a big cock in her hand before bringing it to her lips.

"Uh, <cough> yes, of course." Katherine gave a slow clap, very sarcastic. "Aren't you Mr. Wonderful. Drug testing your young waifs before screwing them senseless and worse. I wish we could give you the humanitarian of the year award right now." She glanced at the papers as if preparing her next point. Of course the pages were blank and she was just pausing to let her last quip hit home. "We can find study after study showing a commitment to education, like in this University under my father's able administration," -- you're welcome Daddy, she thought -- "is the surest path to success for young women. An educated woman with choices doesn't need your fool's gold wages. An educated woman isn't seduced," she let that word linger for a beat, "by your flimsy arguments and your promises of quick riches if they just surrender the most precious parts of their bodies and minds and souls and reputations, parts they can never get back at any price.

"Do you also check for college degrees before you start degrading these girls? Because I can assure you if you truly cared about a woman's well-being, a woman's future, a woman's happiness, you'd be guiding her to this University and not into your dungeons of perversity. Education matters. An woman's education is like armor, protecting her from your indoctrinations, keeping her from falling under your spell, making all of your lies clear as day, so she only does what she chooses to do." Don gave a familiar little noise, the clearing of his throat he did whenever she got on a roll, when she could talk all day without taking a breath. She forced herself to stop. "What do you have to say to that? To this... to *these* educated women?" She pushed the microphone back to him, this time with most decidedly phallic overtones.

 

[DomG]

In the midst of his speaking for a moment Micheal had thought he might have heard the word pepper spray whispered, but it was hard to be certain as he was focused primarily on the moment right then and there, keeping the crowds attention rather then worrying what further stunt the young woman before him might have planned. If she had sprayed him no doubt it would have been just what she had wanted, maybe expecting him to cry out in pain or even attack her blindly... of course to respond to such an assault with anything other then humble forgiveness would play into her hands.

Fortunately no attack came, instead a little quip about how he could call her young lady, something that got a reaction from the crowd when they heard it and a bit of a stern look from him. Did she really think that such cute little tactics would be able to win over the people around her, that she could wrest control of the crowd from him. She might think herself well prepared but Micheal was used to preforming in public, the major difference being that this time he was wearing all of his clothing but the confidence that came from his job carried over quite well. A little voice in his head wasn't so graceful though, instead thinking how easy it would be for him to have her responding to whatever he chose to call her, be it her given name or just a degrading title that he gave her to amuse himself and those who heard it. So used to the fawning attention of young women who were already curious or involved in the world of submission and dominance Micheal found her defiance and cheek to be stimulating, arousing, and couldn't help but think of the fun that could be had by putting this little bitch in her proper place and showing her the true order of things.

“I never pretend to be a saint.” He pointed out when he took the microphone back. “I sell sex and sleaze for a living but I have an audience, I have people willing to pay to see what I produce. Even if I were to retire tomorrow the business of pornography would still carry on.” She might think that she had a major advantage over him by holding the moral high ground, parading purity in front of the assembled crowd with a handful of statistics and data, but Micheal doubted she realized that she had handed him the perfect point to use against her and with a confident grin, like an apex predator lunging for the throat he struck.

“You speak of education and I think we can all agree that higher education is an important thing. I once attended this great university and through lessons I learned here I became the man that I am.” He let that sink in for a moment, he doubted her father had been in charge back then but suspected he had been a part of the faculty and the dig was one that he enjoyed. “But lets be honest, such a fine education doesn't come cheap for most people, I was lucky enough to have a scholarship, you are lucky enough to have a father who is a very important man on campus, and no doubt some in this auditorium were born into money which makes attending possible... but others aren't so lucky as we are, they have had to take out loans that will put them in debt for some time, they work long hours in jobs they hate to pursue this dream. Quite a few of the young women I work with are attending college, or were before they had to drop out... and with the money they make for just a few hours of their time they can continue their education and enjoy the same privilege that we have.”

He wasn't done yet though, another moments pause to let it sink in, confidence practically pouring from him. “Of course you might know that if you actually spoke to any of them... it seems like you spent some time preparing for this, planning on challenging the evil man, thinking of just the right words to use... but did you even consider interviewing any of the women I have worked with... or are you just to good to associate with them? Face it Katherine, those young women have had to make hard choices that you can't even relate to, I doubt you could even handle half an hour of what they submit to.”

A challenge there, he wanted to bring her down a peg now, it had become something personal to him, draw her out of her shell, a chance to break her, show her just how little she really was, and of course a chance to enjoy corrupting her a bit... he just needed to get a rise from her and then pull her in.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Katherine held her head high as the man tried to respond. Her free hand was tucked into her jeans pocket with almost boredom. She started to smile as he all but admitted the truth of her every point, and yet he somehow managed to dance around them without letting any of it stick to him.

She felt herself getting really annoyed with him, especially when he started to imply that his gross perversions and overall lack of character were somehow a product of the University her father helped put on the map and cared so deeply about. It was outrageous!

And then! To have the gall to paint her as the uncaring one! As the one who didn't care about the girls who had less family money or influence, and perhaps not the sterling credentials and intellect that would get a girl like Katherine into this University whether her father was President or not, well, it incensed her to the point she wanted to charge him like an angry girl bull, if such a thing could exist and charge such a disgusting man.

But the final straw was to imply that she couldn't handle something. Ohhhh. She actually said that under her breath. But she thought so much more. Oh, no mister. You do not know this girl at all. There is nothing I can't handle. I am girl, here me roar.

She was on fire, her hands unconsciously rolled up into small fists of fury, the sheaf of blank pages twisted and crumpled between her slender angry fingers. The extra altitude of her platforms was a godsend and she felt almost smugly pleased with herself and her foresight in wearing them rather than the sandals as she rose to the full height of her indignation, back straight, and could restrain herself no longer. She didn't wait for him to pass back his stupid microphone. Katherine did not need a microphone. She would slap the miserable man down with her own voice.

"If you indeed attended this university as you claim," let the accusation linger a beat, "I'm sure the hall of records is vomiting out every last trace of your presence in disgust as we speak. It is clear you slept through every class, or perhaps were too busy out whoring to even bother attending, if you should think so little of your female classmates."

"And do not think for a moment you have bested me with your vague implications." A part of her mind begged her not to make it personal, to keep her upper hand, but he had challenged her and the locomotive had already left the station. "You confuse the facts, painting me uncompassionate just because I haven't talked to these poor girls... yet!..." Katherine blinked for a second as she unexpectedly struggled to explain it. "Just because I haven't had... time... yet..."

Katherine's stubborn anger needed more. An undeniable impulse to prove herself in the face of his challenges gripped her and wouldn't let go. She wasn't making it personal, he was the one who'd done that. It was his mistake not hers. She snorted derisively, her voice loud and clear as the cameras and microphones all pointed their way. "And you dramatically underestimate me in every possible way if you think I couldn't handle half an hour of your disgusting activities." If he'd seen how hard she worked through finals week the last semester to maintain her perfect grade average, or how hard she'd worked to get voted class president senior year in high school, he would never have said something so stupid, so obviously wrong. "You have no idea what I'm capable of, not a clue. Half an hour? Hell! Half a year, it doesn't matter! You have to realize a strong, educated girl does not break. Period." She stood, back erect, chin held high, dark eyes blazing at him, tossing her hair to the side so the cameras would get a perfect shot of her noble defiance, waiting for the applause of the crowd.

 

[DomG]

She had been so smug after her little commentary about the education of the women he worked with, Micheal had enjoyed breaking her would be argument apart and showing it for the words of a privileged and naive young woman that she really was. He had worked hard all through high school and during the first three years at this university to earn the scholarship that allowed him to attend in the first place and then to keep it. Three years on the schools swim team, keeping himself one of the top competitors the entire time and it was only during his senior year that he was able to relax a little, take time away from the swim team and focus more on his studies before graduation. No doubt she would try to get her father to do anything he could to expunge his record of time here... but he had been a different person then, Micheal Lemarchand was the name he had taken when he had first entered his current line of work, legally changing it, she wouldn't find out who he had once been.

Still after her little commentary about his time at the school it was fun to listen to her struggle to come up with a reason that she hadn't actually spent any one on one time with the young women that she was judging to be helpless waifs who had been caught up in the plans of an evil man. Micheal knew that spending time with just about any of the young women he had worked with would really open up her eyes... though it might ruin some of the illusion of the filming for her. As much as Micheal enjoyed the lifestyle and he enjoyed his work there were limits to what could really be filmed, a little redness of the skin showed up well on camera but any real bruising tended to turn away most of his viewers... the things he did were often made to look rougher then he was actually being. In his exploits off the camera though, meeting a young woman at a bondage club, well he could be quite a bit rougher and even then they tended to enjoy it... they were usually at those clubs looking for something like what he would provide.

None of that really mattered though, she had taken the bait that he had laid out for her so easily, such a simple little ploy and he had thought that he would have to make it a little more appealing for her, sweeten the trap but then she just jumped right into the bear trap that he had laid out without even the slightest hesitation. As she stood up and met his eyes Micheal met her with a grin, not taking even a single step back from her, making note of the difference in size between them being noticeable even though she was wearing some foot wear that cut the difference in height down a little bit. It wouldn't surprise him that she had picked them out just in case they got face to face. In her place he would have done without them, highlight the size difference between them, try to enhance it a bit if you could in order to make sure that he looked more like a bully who was picking on the more vulnerable younger woman.

“You seem rather confident...” He said slowly, meeting her gaze and a little smirk playing over his lips... she was just where he wanted her to be and he knew that the challenge in public now that she had declared herself better then the others he worked with would pull her in perfectly. “I have my own doubts of course, I doubt you could last six months under my ministrations without breaking but I have no doubt that if you didn't break you would come to crave my every attention.” The crowd was practically silent now, hanging off his every word though the young man at her side looked ready to jump up and take a swing at any moment and Micheal almost thought he might be able to hear her father grinding his teeth somewhere near the stage.

“So what do you say little girl, if you can last for six months without giving up or coming to crave the treatment then I will retire from the porn game and donate a hundred thousand dollars to the charity of your choice.” The little girl line spliced in there just to degrade her a little more, to get a rise out of her and pull her into it all... she could either back down and admit weakness, or just continue to play into his hands with the promise of charitable donation just there to sweeten things up a tad.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

The man looked strangely pleased with himself, like he didn't even recognize he was losing an argument -- on public record no less. The smirk on his lips, that was it. Like he thought he had her. So annoying, really. Well, if he wanted to embarrass himself, and the industry he represented as well, who was she to stop him. Katherine stood respectfully silent, letting his every word pound the nail into his coffin a little deeper, until she was ready to bury him in it. He thought he had her, but she could see he was playing checkers, unaware the game was chess!

His words mocked her own confidence. And then, sure enough, like a shark pouncing on a smaller fish like it was a sure meal only to discover the barbed hook too late, he mocked her fortitude as well, speaking to her in full view of the world as if she were a little child incapable of handling a little difficulty without crying for her Daddy. Then his ego took over so predictability, the utter confidence in his manliness being irresistible. The very thought of her "craving his every attention" made Katherine want to laugh in his face.

Everything was perfect. He even insulted her, as if he thought she needed prodding. Being called little girl was indeed insulting, and Katherine didn't need to feign how it irked her, couldn't hide how he irritated her if she wanted to. But it didn't matter because it meant she had him perched on the precipice of her own victory. He couldn't stop himself from insulting her, doubting her, questioning her ability if he wanted to. He was an arrogant, over-confident jerk and it was simply his nature. The offer of the money grew a gasp from the crowd and then an aura of silence Katherine felt suited the moment perfectly, and highlighted for the cameras the drama of what she'd accomplished.

She stood still, letting the moment build, letting his certainty she would back down hang in the air as the crowd waited. Just two more seconds and then she would twist his argument to reveal its fatal flaw and she would leave the hall crowned with victory and the crowds adulation, not to mention a trending twitter topic most likely. Two seconds. She was that close.

It was Don who ruined it. He jumped between them, facing the man. "No way! No way! I won't let her!" Katherine fumed silently. That idiot! Of course she wasn't going to do it. She needed that possibility out there, the size of the offer to establish the stakes so her rhetorical flourish would pack the punch it needed. But she wasn't going to do it. The thought of it sickened her.

But now the thought the world would view this moment as her stupid boyfriend cavalierly saving her, the damsel in distress, from having her honor besmirched... well, it sickened her worse. In fact, it made the very point she wanted to dismiss about herself. She was the educated woman, the woman who didn't need protecting -- because she'd protected herself! It was the poor girls, the uneducated girls, the vulnerable girls who didn't recognize what a monster this man was, they needed protection -- her protection, not Don's!

She couldn't stop herself. The moment the situation was clear to her, it was like there was never any choice. She pushed her way past Don, camera side of course, standing now uncomfortably close to the man but showing she didn't need Don's protection. "I'll do it." Her mind didn't stop working though, it never stopped working. "But! With one condition." The poison pill, the one he couldn't swallow, the one that would keep him from devouring her as prey and give her the victory instead. "If I win and can show after six months that a woman with education doesn't end up broken and 'craving your attention' not only do you give $100,000 to charity from your ill-gotten gains -- as you should anyway of course -- but you also close up your shop, stop using these other more vulnerable women for your profit and pleasure. If I win, you quit!"

 

[DomG]

The gasp of the crowd at the mention of the money was something that made Micheal practically swell with pleasure, it was just what he needed to make sure it all went perfectly. It was funny, even in the recession the porno business had made quite a lot of money, grown even as it seemed people needed to find some kind release from the downturn that their loves were otherwise taking. He could afford the hundred thousand dollars even if he somehow failed to win this little bet, which he was certain he wouldn't... but when it was over he would likely end up donating the money to a woman's shelter anyway, do it just quietly enough that it looked as though he were trying to be humble about it but ensure his name was leaked, after all that sort of publicity never hurt.

The demand that he quit didn't phase him either, he was absolutely certain that he wouldn't loose... but should the unthinkable happen he had a sizeable saving account and his other career to fall back on, the books that he wrote under his birth name might not break into the top ten of the New York Times but he did love to write and being published was a secret pleasure for him, one that he could make a living off of should he need to retire from porn.

It was the boyfriend though that he owed his thanks too, he had seen that she was ready for some sort of rebuttal, some sort of commentary that she might think would end this little game she had jumped into. The young man was predictable as all young men his age were, so ready to defend the honor of a young woman, not knowing that by opening his mouth he had made her look weak, as though she had needed his help. Micheal glanced over to him, a look of what almost might be pity in his eyes before he looked back to Katherine.

“Well I think we can add one more tiny condition.” He said slowly, knowing the crowd was practically waiting with baited breath, wondering what trick he might have up his sleeve, what last little ploy he might be planning to make this unthinkable for her and make her back out. “Whomever is proven wrong at the end of this little experiment will deliver a public address admitting they failed, with the party proven right having editorial control over the address.” Of course it was a nasty little trick there, offering her a chance to write an apology speech for him, not knowing that when she lost he would have her deliver whatever speech he wrote from her while preforming on camera, something he figured might sell rather well.

No doubt he already had some fans watching this little confrontation streaming online, hoping to see her naked on camera, hoping to see her in the compromising positions that Micheal enjoyed putting women her age in.

The crowd was murmuring quietly now, people wanted to hear what was happening but they also wanted to check to see if others were seeing the same thing, a strange dream they all seemed to be sharing at once. Of course he didn't want to give them too long to talk amongst themselves or let Katherine retake the initiative of this little game, it was only just starting of course but keeping initiative was important. Holding the microwave in his left hand and offering her his right he smiled, the consummate and friendly competitor to those who had no idea what was in store for her, and for those who did know he was a man gloating with the knowledge of what he would soon enjoy doing. “Well then Katherine, if that is an acceptable condition for this then I think we can seal the arrangement with a shake and settle out the final details in the near future, no need to discuss the intimacies of our little experiment so publicly.”

No he just wanted a little time to think and plan, but getting her to shake now, to commit so publicly, this was vital.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

It was seconds before Katherine realized she was standing silent with her mouth open in surprise. It was so obvious to her that he could never win a challenge if it came to trying to break her will power or corrupt her that it never dawned on her he might actually swallow the poison pill. She closed her mouth for a moment, about to remind him about the part where he would have to quit, but he was already barging ahead and pouring more fuel on his own funeral pyre. It was just that she hadn't really wanted to have to be the one to go through with putting him on it, the thought disgusted her actually.

So there it was, a perverted pornographer's hand extended to her, on-camera, inviting her to a deal-with-the-devil where she could put him out of business, earn $100,000 dollars for charity and get to write a speech that he himself would have to deliver and which would obviously have a big influence on the frat-boys who followed his every move. Once she got to that point, she'd see if Daddy could make time to see her to set up an appointment with his speech writers. It would be perfect.

Why was she hesitating? She flexed her right hand in a little fist, having trouble opening her fingers to take his grip, then stuffed it into her pants pocket, feeling the jeans tighten around her hips as she stood uncomfortably. The blank papers had fallen to the floor at her feet and Katherine scarcely even noticed Becky scurrying around to gather them up like they were some prize dissertation. Donovan stepped forward, again blocking the cameras view of her and standing between her and the pornographer. He looked at her with that typical Donovan-earnestness and he was whispering, as if the cameras' microphones and the pornographer himself couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Katherine, you can't! He's a freaking pornographer for heaven's sake! You know what he does to girls like you."

"Not like me, Don. Will you back off? He hasn't dealt with a girl like me." She was talking tough for the cameras and for her image in the eyes of the crowd that was slowly starting to build a chant of her name, but she secretly wished Don would come up with a way out of this that was based on something more than the jealous fear the pornographer might actually try to have sex with her.

"Well, still, not even going to discuss the limits before you have to agree? What about your school work? How much time is this going to take? I'm sure your dad could just give $100,000 to charity and arrange for you to give a speech some time if you see him some time this year." Katherine's eyes blazed the more Don talked and she couldn't help pulling her hand out of her pocket, her fingers unclenched now. She was looking right through him like he wasn't even there, only the cameras and the crowd and the pornographer mattering now. Her hand was trembling and her heart pounding as she ignored the panicked worst-case worries in her brain. But she knew what she had to do. She was Katherine Townsend. Success was her destiny, and to worry about the cost of losing was unbefitting her destiny.

"Michael is it? I want you to freeze $100,000 in your bank account because you're going to need it, maybe a little more for career retraining and some therapy after the speech you're going to have to read." The crowd cheered openly behind her, although from the sound of some of the rowdier voices not everyone was cheering for the same reason. "We have a deal."

She gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw as she extended her hand and slipped it into his larger grip and shook, disgusted with what her destiny required of her. "And yes, we're going to have some conditions to discuss for sure." That last line mostly for the benefit of the cameras so it would be clear she wasn't giving a pervert carte blanche with her. If she played her cards right, she still might be able to negotiate her way out of this without having to deal with him at all if she could make the conditions so annoying he'd rather cancel the whole thing.

As they shook, she gave the best smile she could muster, and brushed her hair back behind her ear, camera-side. "Why don't you leave your number with the University and I'll call you in a week to discuss the details?" That would give her time to brainstorm conditions and an exit strategy, as well as making sure the premature cancellation would be blamed on him.

 

[DomG]

Micheal sneered again as he watched her thinking over what he had offered her, his hand still held out to her and waiting for her to take it. He watched as the papers she had held fell to the floor as though she had forgotten all about them and he was a little surprised to see that they appeared to be completely blank. Could it be that the statistics she had held were only a simple bluff, an attempt on her part to make it look as though she had an ace up her sleeve when in truth there was nothing there at all. He almost had to laugh at the thought, had he noticed a little earlier and revealed her for the liar that she was he would have simply needed to reveal that attempt at deceit to the crowd and let shame do the rest.

Of course if he hadn't done that then he wouldn't have been able to get her to enter the game he had drawn her into, maybe she had believed she was standing on equal footing with him in this auditorium but in what was to follow he had every advantage. He had no doubt that he would quickly be able to convince her to throw in the towel but that would be far too simple and tedious, instead Micheal intended to draw out the experience for a while, to leave her craving his every touch and begging for the abuse that she would be subjected too. In six months time he was certain that he could turn her into a perfectly well behaved little plaything, showing her off in public would be the sort of publicity that a man in his position couldn't buy. As he was blocked from her view by her boyfriends second attempt to talk sense into her Micheal's sneer became a lecherous grin, images of her laying bruised, broken, and naked before him slipping through his mind.

“The money will of course be placed in escrow as soon as I am able to contact my accountant, the details will be made public so that everyone who witnesses this will know that it is all above the board.” He assured her, again for the benefit of the camera as he took hold of her hand firmly, squeezing just enough to make it clear how much stronger then her he was without causing too much pain, the pain would come later on.

He had almost no doubt that she would try to get out of the deal that they had arranged, of course something like this would be considered distasteful to her and maybe she felt she could be clever enough to pull it off without it looking like she was afraid of the consequences. “Well I would hate to have my phone number lost in the quagmire that is University bureaucracy.” He said with a smile and a small wink, all good cheer for the cameras to hide the glimmer of lust in his eyes. With his off hand he set the microphone back on the stage behind him, reaching into his pocket and drawing out a business card, black with stylized red lettering, one of a few he had brought around in case he met a suitably attractive young woman that would enjoy being featured in one of his films... of course he had found one in Katherine though she might not understand it just yet. A quick flourish of the card, ensuring that the lights in the auditorium caught on the shinning lettering, and it was offered to her. “Why don't you just call me in a few days and we can arrange to have dinner, somewhere discrete where we can hammer out the details privately.” He had a few restaurants in mind for that sort of thing but getting her to show up was first priority of course.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Katherine stood silently as her every condition and obstacle so far had been ignored or overcome and the man handed her his card, expecting her to call in "a few days". Anything she said now, in front of the cameras, would either make her look like a quitter, or get her further into this stupid thing. Best to wait, hope he lost interest, hope the media and the crowd just sort of... forgot about it.

He turned and walked away, leaving her in the light of the cameras. Katherine felt with every bone in her body the desire to stay in that light, to give as many soundbites of victory as the reporters wanted, to talk up her achievement here on behalf of underpriveleged and abused girls. But this Michael left her feeling like her victory was somehow hollow. She just wanted to get back to her room and think of how to deal with this, to let time pass, to let it fade away before she had to talk to him.

She definitely did not want Don doing what he was doing. He was talking to the reporters on her behalf. "So yes, my girlfriend, the daughter of the University President -- if he would take time to see her once in awhile -- has just struck a blow against the spread of this new breed of abusive and degrading pornography, and the way in which it depicts girls as little more than objects for the sexual gratification of men."

Katherine grabbed him by the arm and jerked him away from the cameras, but the microphone's followed along with the harangue of questions:

"Katherine, are you really going to go through with it, let that pervert have his way with you in order to shut him down?"

"Katherine, why are you so anti-sex and why do you hate men?"

"Katherine, can we get a shot of you with your top off?"

Katherine glared at the cameras. Just a short statement to get her out of there. "Listen guys, I'm no prude and no man-hater. I'm not anti-sex." There was a loud harumph from Don at her side that Katherine shut down with an annoyed sideways glare. "As far as going through with it, I think Michael is the one who should be worried, and it wouldn't surprise me if he were the one to give up if he thought it would let him keep doing what he does to these girls. But would I go through with it?" How could she say she wouldn't, given what these other girls were going through? How could she say she'd turn her back on them, when they were already suffering the same fate and worse, and so many of them? "I would do whatever I have to in order to stop injustice, and protect my young sisters out there who are being abused by this very man, practically every day, and to stop the blight of the sad sexual expectations he is selling to a generation of young men as well."

Then Don shielded her from the cameras as she turned and stomped out of the hall with a grumpy look on her face.

Finally out in the quad with Don walking at her side, his hand held next to hers as if he thought she would really hold hands with him after what he did. "Don, can you please take the girls home and give me a little time to sort through this myself? I'll call you when I'm ready to talk about it." He looked disappointed in the extreme, a few "buts" stifled on his lips by her single raised, shushing finger. He seemed almost petulant as he turned away with the two other girls, leaving Katherine thankfully in peace.

She went back to her room and threw herself into the first assignments of her Sophomore year, hoping to lose herself in academics, to just pretend this wasn't handing over her head. Exercise, work, eat, sleep, a pattern of denial. One day turned to too and she reached out to no one, neither Michael nor her boyfriend. As big as the media contingent had been, she half-expected a call from her Dad, but she knew that was unrealistic, since they'd talked just the previous spring. Still, he might have been pleased enough with the publicity to finally have reached out to her, or maybe pissed off enough at what she'd gotten herself (and his image) into to call and chew her out. She'd almost have welcomed either, but of course he didn't call. Probably too busy with his other, new family and his important work. She knew better than to bother him by calling for his advice or help. And she certainly didn't call her mother, whose feminist opinions she could well-enough imagine on her own without actually having to talk to her.

Days turned into a week. Don started calling and she simply put him on ignore. At least he knew better than to call. Katherine's feed about her own name on the web went briefly quiet around day 4, and a feed on Michael's name showed nothing about the challenge either for a few days, and she had started to feel a wave of hopeful relief. But by day 8 there were blog posts and local opinion pieces starting to wonder what had happened to the champion of the oppressed in her fight against the degrading pornographer.

Day 9. Breakfast over and all her homework long ago completed the night before, Katherine sat alone in her breakfast nook staring at the empty plate, Michael's card, and her cell phone. 14 missed calls from Don, none from her Dad. Thankfully her number was unregistered and no media had so far found her. But they didn't have to find her. They just posted what they wanted, day after day, speculation about her, about Michael, about what would happen, about whether she was going to quit and abandon the girls she said she was defending.

She picked up her phone and dialed with a slightly trembling finger.

"Hello?" It was a young girl's voice. Figures. Probably naked or handcuffed to a desk or something. "Hi, this is Katherine. I'd like to talk to Michael." The girl didn't recognize her, claiming they worked with a number of Katherine's and questioning which shoot she was scheduled for. "No, no, I'm not calling for one of your disgusting shoots. I'm Katherine Townsend. Michael is expecting my call." The girl had to check. Katherine waited while music with very faint sounds of women moaning played in the background, or maybe it was just her imagination. She waited and waited, starting to wonder if it was some power game he was playing with her, making her stew in her own anxiety. If so, it was working. She thought about hanging up, but she'd only have to call back since the media wouldn't go quiet just because he made her wait 15 minutes to talk, and then she'd look even weaker. Katherine kept waiting, not really feeling a choice.

Finally the girl came back on after what felt like an eternity. At least the music and the moaning stopped. "Michael is busy with a shoot at the moment. Can you please hold?" Katherine started to protest she'd call back but then the music was back on. It would have been so much easier to just hang up, but she didn't want to have to call back, as if she was crawling back to him to beg for his attention. She put the phone down and put it on speaker so she could do something else while she waited. Except she didn't really have anything else to do at this point. She paced the little studio apartment for 10 minutes, and finally threw up her hands in frustration. At least she could go out for a jog, make use of the time.

Ear buds in place and the phone strapped on and speaker off, she left the room and stretched out, then started a light jog around the University's tree-lined paths. It was a Saturday morning, not too many people about, thankfully. She was sweating nicely and breathing hard when the music on the line suddenly cut off again. Katherine stopped in her tracks just after passing a group of Delta-Kai frat boys, stopping and sitting on a bench next to two students, a boy and girl holding hands.

Somewhat breathlessly, she made sure she was the first to speak. "Michael? Is that you? It's Katherine. Katherine Townsend. I'm calling you back to discuss the terms and conditions and whatnot of our... our... challenge. I know I'm late but I had a, well, a busy week. A lot going on, big schedule you know. Are you free to talk now?"

 

[DomG]

As soon as the card was out of his hand Micheal gave the cameras one more smile before he turned and made his way back up the stage and quickly out of sight behind the curtains. He knew there would be questions for him, likely many of the people who had attended this event had intended to attempt to ask a question of their own but Micheal wasn't in the mood to stick around too much longer. Things had taken a quite unexpected turn when Katherine had challenged him and then gotten drawn into his game... no reason for him to stick around and put up with different inane questions from frat boys who thought they should be allowed to be featured in his films. As he made his way for one of the back exits of the auditorium he was avoiding the members of the press who had chosen to attend the event and would likely be looking for a chance to to ask some questions of the man who had practically stolen the show.

Moving quickly so as not to be caught by some reporter who was clever enough to look around the back Micheal made his way to his car and was soon heading home, ready to take some time to relax and do a little bit of editing to assemble the work he had done earlier that day. Upon returning home he quickly changed into something comfortable, a simple pair of sweats and a black t shirt, cracking open a beer as he sat down before his computer and started to compile the footage from the days shoot into a nearly finished product, it was the work of only an hour and then all it needed was the post shoot interview to be packaged in with the final video. In a day or so the video would be up on the net for his loyal subscribers to view at their convenience and to ensure that money continued to flow into his bank account.

From there he really had nothing else to do for the night, normally he might head out for a drink and find someone to tie down to his bed for the night but instead he knew he had a little bit of work to do before things would be ready, maybe he could just improvise how he would handle Katherine but he suspected that going into it with something of a plan would be quite useful. He knew she had classes and would likely be able to cook up excuses to spend as little time around him as possible, making it harder for him to emerge victorious, so carefully managing his time would negate her advantage somewhat.

The next few days passed rather slowly, with no shoots scheduled Micheal had little do do aside from running the administrative side of his business and sit through a few audition videos that had been sent in by eager amateurs who had seen the discussion covered in the news and were curious about possibly working with him. Only a few got even a cursory response though, he preferred to find the talent himself rather then going through the normal channels which would have just led to him using the same stars that every other internet porn company seemed to like using.

He never heard from Katherine though, true he could likely go out of his way to find her through the use of social networking of just using a contact in the media to find her, but if she didn't care enough about what she was trying to do to reach out to him first then he wouldn't care in the least. Instead he chose to make a little reminder for her, a quick post on Twitter just in case she happened to be paying attention.

4 days and no contact.

6 days and still nothing.

One week and it seems as though an intelligent woman has given up.

Of course there was an edge of gloating to it but turned down attempts to reach him for an interview when they arrived, brushing them off as too busy with work or just not having any comment yet. He had practically assumed that it was over by this point, that Katherine clearly had just tried to draw him into the confrontation and wasn't the least bit interested in going forward with the actually challenge he had presented too her.

Still there were diversions at least, on the eighth day he had a meeting with a young woman who was to be featured in his next work and on the ninth day filming actually started. Katherine should have been the furthest thing from his mind as his cock was buried balls deep in the ass of a pretty young red head with clamps on her nipples and a gag in her mouth which kept her moans of pain muffled but still audible for the finished product, her eyes wide with something in between pain and pleasure. He was probably being rougher on her then he would have been otherwise, knowing that she was very close to giving the prearranged safe signal to show that she wasn't able to take any more, but he didn't care, he had wanted to hurt Katherine, to break her, and this little slut on her hands and knees beneath him was just a fantastic proxy.

Knowing he was nearing the time limit he pulled out, pressing his cock through the ring gag and cumming straight down her throat, ignoring the redness of her face or the momentary panic in her eyes when the sudden deep throating caught her off guard and without another word he made his way out of the filming area, pulling on a robe that a member of the crew was holding for him he was just going to shower and leave when his receptionist, a young lesbian with a mohawk and several facial piercings, informed him that there was someone on the phone for him, someone named Katherine.

The anger, something that had seethed just below the surface for nearly a week was surging to the surface as soon as he heard that, making his way to the phone and snatching it up right away. “I am free to talk now...” He said slowly after she had spoken, irritation clear in his voice. “However this is not a discussion that we will be having over the phone. I am going to give the phone to my receptionist and she will give you my address.” Before he was ready to just meet at a restaurant for dinner but now she wasn't being given a choice if she wanted to meet with him, his good will had long since vanished.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

It was him, his voice. It irked Katherine as much on the phone as it had in person, but this time it was even worse, reminding her of the feeling she would get when trying to reach her father on the phone and he would chastise her for interrupting something important or not arranging a time by email with his secretary first. She didn't like it at all.

And then to be passed off to the receptionist, probably to make her wait even longer. It had been hard enough for her to even pick up the phone to call under the circumstances, harder still to keep waiting on the line until he was finally ready, like he was some head of state or a University President.

The receptionist was already on the line and starting to talk to her before Katherine realized the worst part of what he'd said. "No! Wait! Michael! Put him back on, I want to talk to Michael!" Katherine imagined the poor girl he probably had doing this job, probably between giving him blow jobs, imagined Michael had probably broken the poor thing's spirit pretty thoroughly by now, so she did feel a little guilty trying to use that to demand what she wanted from the girl.

Even that didn't work. "I'm sorry but Michael asked me to give you the address. You are to come here." That was exactly Katherine's problem. This ruined so much of what she hoped was her exit strategy. If everything had gone well, she would never even have seen the man again unless he started selling tshirts with his face on them to fratboys. But now he was only going to talk to her in person, presumably in the very place where he filmed his activities with the girls. His home turf.

She thought about hanging up, but surrender was no better option now than it was before, even if it was more tempting. Katherine was so agitated as her mind whirled around the depressing situation she couldn't sit still on the bench. She was up and walking the path back to her room again as she tried for 5 more minutes to trick and connive her was past the receptionist, with absolutely no effect other than making the girl annoyed with her. Finally at the end of her rope with the secretary she resigned herself to the inevitable. She could still fix this, but she'd have to do it the hard way, face to face. "Ok, I... I want the address. Can you just SMS it to me? I'm just finishing up a run."

The receptionist asked what time Michael could expect her.

"You mean today?" The receptionist's silence was the loudest possible "of course" Katherine could imagine. "Well, I'm, I'm not dressed for..." She wasn't actually sure how she was supposed to be dressed for something like this. Probably in a hazmat suit or in a suit of chain mail, something like that would be wisest, except she didn't have any of that. "Well, I need to change." And he had made her wait on the line. Never mind she'd made him wait a few extra days, that was understandable, but in Katherine's opinion he was just petty and prone to power games she didn't want to give in to. The SMS arrived and she checked the address. Then she decided she could be just as petty as he was. No sense yielding the high ground when she knew she was the one who deserved it. "Ok, tell him he can expect me in 90 minutes." She hung up, pleased with her wording that never actually promised she would actually show up in 90 minutes. Let him stew an extra 10 or 15 minutes like she had to!

Katherine disconnected without waiting for a response. Ten more minutes back to her apartment at a leisurely pace, in no particular rush to be her usual punctual self. She kicked off her trainers, stripped out of the jogging shorts and tshirt, panties, sports bra and running socks and tossed them all in the hamper. Seeing in the mirror how sweaty she was, Katherine briefly toyed with the idea of going without a shower just to make herself less appealing. But she would see other people here on campus and on her way back, and worse, if she met any of the girls she was saving she wanted to make a good impression on them at least. Of course, the shower would burn a little extra time too, so she made sure she gave her hair the full shampoo and conditioner treatment, took her time with every shower ritual she had actually, changing the topic in her head anytime her preparations started to remind her of getting ready for a date.

Out and toweled off her wardrobe selection was important. The right message was important here. She needed him to see that she was not some lightweight sexpot, not that she had much that advertised that kind of message exactly, but some of her tighter, shorter skirts did tend to draw leers from the guys around campus. Going full-on disheveled wasn't an option though, lest the other girls lose hope that she was the kind of person who could save them. In the end she went with a white cotton blouse, dark knee-length business pants suit, and a new pair of flats she'd bought. She checked her appearance in the mirror. Good. Then she took a hair band and pulled her dark hair back and twisted it in a rather severe bun. Last, she took the glasses she used only to avoid headaches when reading really fine print for really long periods of time and tried them on. She looked like a bank manager in her opinion, or maybe a tax auditor.

She put the glasses in her bag with keys and phone and a few indispensibles. No makeup. After locking up Katherine got in her little Fiat and started the drive, again taking her time. Still 5 minutes out and already 5 minutes late she heard an SMS from her phone. Stopped at a light, she smiled to see it was from the receptionist. She didn't even bother reading it, just tossed the phone aside and made a turn to drive around the block one more time.

Finally she arrived at the address, 12 minutes late. He should be grateful it wasn't 15. From the outside the building looked pretty big and rather nondescript, and she assumed he must be subleasing a small part of it. It didn't look anything like the den of depravity she expected, at least from the outside. It looked more like some sort of hi tech park. Chrome and glass doors opened easily and she stepped in, making sure she had the number right when she got a look at the woman behind the desk. "Uh, this is... is this, Michael's..." In her moment of stunned confusion she couldn't even remember the name of his production company. "I'm Katherine, here to see Michael. He should be expecting me." At least that gave her a small smile.

 

[DomG]

Micheal very much liked his receptionist, some people upon meeting her thought that he had only hired her because he had lost a bet or to fill some sort of quota, considering that she was not the least bit interested in sex with her... those people had a much over simplified view of Micheal though. In spite of his chosen career, and his undeniable love of his work he wasn't the gross chauvinist that people thought he was. Oh there was no denying that his thoughts often turned to the lewd and of course downright violently sexual, but he was well aware that many women were just as dominating as any man, and that some men and women enjoyed submitting to a powerful woman. Jess was just such a woman, dominant in nature and very fond of her own gender.

She shared more then just her sexual proclivities with her boss, they had a somewhat similar sense of humor, and most importantly she was extremely loyal to her employer. If she were given a direction then she would follow it too the letter, if she were told to hold all calls because her boss felt like spending a little more time 'interviewing' a young lady who wanted to be featured in one of his films then she just told everyone he was out, if he told her to turn up the bitch on visitors to see how they would react to her aggressive nature then she took joy in reducing would be solicitors to tears, and it had been her idea to softly play some of the audio from his work mixed under the music just for their amusement. In return she got more then just the pay and benefits that would normally come with a job, she also had the chance to scoop up any of the young women her boss was done with if they should be so inclined, Micheal hardly cared so long as she waited until he was done before moving in on a potential conquest.

And it was as he listened in on the line, with the receiver of his own phone muted, hearing Katherine try to talk her way around his favorite employee that Dominic resolved to give Jess a raise, or at least offer her a chance to direct a few of the features if she felt the urge... a film student could do worse for the first place their name appeared in a credit.

Before long it seemed that Katherine had given up trying to talk her way pass Jess. “I'm sure you heard that one boss.” Jess said with a small smirk, knowing that the poor girl she had been on the phone with was soon going to be in a world of trouble, already in over her head and with no idea at all. “Don't be too hard on this girl, if you end up hurting her too badly then she can just parade any wounds before a camera to make her point.”

Instead of a response she just got a grunt as Micheal turned to walk away, pausing just at the door way. “Jess, tell the rest of the staff they are clear to go when they are done with post production and clean up, you can cut loose for the day as soon as my young guest arrives, no need to stick around..” Ideally he would have had Katherine meet him at his home but he was practically certain that she would object to that out of hand before any rules were even established, so the office would have to do.

There was not even a moments hesitation before Jess was sweeping her things into a small backpack and heading through a door to the left of the room and moved to let the crew go for the day. Micheal instead went through the double doors that led into his office and then into the in suite bathroom, showing quickly and pulling on dark slacks with a polo-shirt, normally preferring comfort after filming but today going for the professional look, and then settling in behind his desk with a book to relax until Katherine arrived, paying more attention to the clock rather then the book that he was reading.

But before long the appointed time passed, it seemed that Katherine had an issue with punctuality and that was the first thing that Micheal would need to instruct her on. He always went out of his way to ensure that he arrived at the appointed time every time. By his clock it was thirteen minutes past her scheduled arrival when he heard the doors to the reception area opening, feet clicking on the hardwood floors, and Jess greeting his guest with what Dominic was sure had to be a trace of amusement in her voice, directing Katherine to the double doors that led to her employers office, rather then through the doors that would lead to the filming studio, dressing room, tech-support and of course the servers that ensured his sites always steamed without interruption.

Hearing the door to his own office starting to open Micheal didn't even bother to look up from the works of the Marquis de Sade, remaining silent as he knew the office could speak for itself. The space was dominated in dark colors, hardwoods and leather, arranged to intimidate and make the person sitting behind the massive Brazilian rosewood desk in its center seem larger then life. It was a little theatrical, lacking much in terms of subtlety as he had gotten the idea from one of the Dune novels.

After a few moments he carefully marked the page he had been on and set the book aside, looking at Katherine with his eyes narrowed, his irritation at her tardiness clear. “If you can't be relied upon to arrive when you say you are going to then why should I trust you to take out little arrangement remotely seriously?”

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Katherine did not like the way the receptionist looked her up and down after she announced herself here to see Michael. Was that a sneer? And where was the girl she'd talked to earlier? Looking around briefly, Katherine stepped toward a chair, quite ready to wait him out with a magazine -- oh, well, maybe not any of those magazines, but maybe with some reading on her phone, or just thinking quietly, planning her tactics for ending this honorably.

But the somewhat overbearing receptionist with the decidedly un-Michael appearance clucked her tongue and motioned for Katherine to follow her straight away into a back room, the woman's manner as if she fully expected prompt compliance even from an accomplished college girl like her. Did she not realize who Katherine's father was? Apparently not!

Katherine walked quickly to keep up, fumbling to get her serious glasses on as she was led back along a hall lined with photographs she didn't see at all, not one bit, and finally through some impressive double doors. The woman stepped aside, again with a smirk as her departure left Katherine with a clear view of the elegantly appointed office. It smelled of exotic woods and fine leather and expensive alcohol. She didn't smell the sex. Michael must make the girls clean up too.

The office was shockingly large, almost inappropriately so, and of course as the visitor Katherine would have to make her pilgrimage across the vast expanse of plush carpet to appear at his desk, to beseech the 'great man.' It was so pathetically transparent Katherine almost laughed at him. That was how these power games worked. This was exactly how she imagined her father's office probably looked like and he certainly knew the rules of these games.

Well Katherine was having none of it. She was not here to beg or plead for anything from him. He was not an emperor or a great statesman or even a University President. He was a smut peddler who'd borrowed enough money to buy an office two sizes to big to compensate for something. Katherine stayed at the door, put her hands on her hips and almost shouted to him on the other side of the room. "Well, do you want to settle this or what? If you want to talk, I'm here." She shouldn't be here, but she was. Katherine had yield and come to his turf, so they would damn well dance to her tune.

 

[DomG]

Micheal suspected that it would take more then the trappings of his office to impress Katherine the way that it did others but that hardly mattered to him at all. Impressing her was not a priority at all, if what she had said was true then she had experienced quite a bit of privilege in her life and what was far more important then impressing her was breaking her of the illusion that she was even the least bit special. She was attractive and she was intelligent, but so were countless other young women her age in this country who were unable to attend college because they didn't have a father who could just wave a hand and ensure she was accepted at a reduced tuition.

He had needed to work hard just to enjoy the same opportunity of higher learning and since leaving the University he had made something of himself, built an empire which most might find distasteful but had made him extremely wealthy. It wasn't just his own production company that made him money, he was an investor who funded other productions and helped distribute them through his site, a win win set up that was making him obscene amounts of money. Katherine might think that this was some building that he was only renting a portion of but in truth he owned it, having bought it when the real estate market took a downturn, unlike the president of a University the building that he office was in belonged to him, and unlike the offices of University faculty it had not come from some store room but instead bought first hand.

“If we are to do anything then you are going to need to learn to arrive in a punctual manner, this is of course for your benefit.” He said slowly, his every word dripping with scorn, first she had waited over a week to call him rather then being adult enough to get this started right away, and then she had been unable to arrive at a time she had laid out for herself. “But we have more to set out before we can actually get started with the little challenge.”

With a wave of his hand he motioned towards one of the chairs sitting before desk, a stiff and high backed wooden chair with very little by way of cushioning rather then one of the chairs designed for comfort, perhaps it was a bit petty on his part to cause her so little discomfort right now when more was to follow quickly but he was feeling a little petty at that moment. “Now the first thing we need to start with is your safe word and gesture, I won't be accused of putting you in any serious danger without your consent so its important that we ensure you are able to stop things at any time. So take a moment, think of either a word or phrase that you will remember, something that won't sound even remotely natural for you to say in any situation, and if you do use it then I will know that things are too much for you and whatever we are doing will stop. However, in order to ensure that the challenge carries on without anything that would interfere unduly, if you use the safe word three times in the next six months then it means that you concede completely. Outside of that I can see no limits that should be placed on what happens, otherwise you wouldn't be having the same experience that the young women you so look down on have.”

He suspected she would have some limits she wanted to place on this and he would humor her for a bit... but he would only let it go so far.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Katherine was careful to keep her eyes on him, to show him she could meet that intense glare of his without flinching, and careful not to look around at the impressive decor of the office -- obviously leased. She didn't respect him anymore than she had at the previous week's lecture, but she did decide to listen and pay attention to his words this time, but only so she could find his soft spots and exploit them. An ego this inflated should be hard to pop.

He was still fixated on her being a little late. It really seemed to irk him. Well good! Katherine tried not to smile as she felt the satisfaction steel her resolve, better not to give him anything to work with. If he liked to play those stupid games, then he should know what it felt like to be played too. She answered, wanting him to recognize he was no more entitled than she. "If you want to bean-count every minute, then we can start with all the time you kept me waiting on the phone." But as he went on without addressing her point she couldn't help reading from the slope of his eyebrows and tightening of his jaw that he'd at least filed it away for later.

Instead he just give her a comically imperious gesture, like the king summoning the commoner, pointing to a hard wood chair he must keep around especially for long negotiations. Well she wasn't going to bow and scrape, nor would she give him the satisfaction of seeing her whine. Nothing he did could bother her as she imagined herself surrounded by a glowing aura of confidence and justice in her cause. She didn't just meekly walk to the chair he picked out. She sauntered at her own pace, now examining the little statuettes, the faux sophisticated volumes that might just be fake shells for show without even any pages inside and certainly unread, examining some of the cushioned chairs left about the walls in comfortable reading positions as if she might prefer to choose them instead of the one he'd chosen for her.

Only after she'd made sure it was clear she was doing it on her own terms did she reach his desk and take a seat in the hard chair. It was annoying but no worse than the hard seats in the old History lecture hall, and those actually had splinters that were dangerous for girls wearing shorts! This was nothing compared to what she dealt with all the time. Finally she brought her eyes and attention back to him and he went on, as if he was keeping a running tally of every second of impatience she caused him. Good, a weakness. Impatience. She could use that.

Safe word and gesture? Katherine regretted cocking her head in puzzlement before she could get her expression back to blank, wishing she hadn't let on in the slightest that these weren't the kinds of things a girl like her knew much about. But she was a quick learner and caught on right away what he was about. It was his attempt to calibrate exactly how disgusting he could be with her while still faking a reasonable tone about it. She thought of a phrase she would remember but suspected "you stupid asshole" might get used to often by accident, so she went the opposite direction. "How about 'you are such a swell guy'?" And if she could only say such a thing three times, so much the better.

His implications weren't lost on her completely though as she shifted her bottom a little uncomfortably on the chair. He either thought she was incredibly weak-willed, or he was planning some incredibly vile things. Or probably both. Well it wouldn't matter if he just threw in the towel before it even had to start. Three times to object to what he wanted, and then she'd have to take everything else without limit? Katherine knew immediately he was bluffing. He wouldn't even treat the girls he had under his thumb that way. How could he? They'd just leave, wouldn't they? He couldn't be paying them anything close to what he thought he was offering her (if he went through with this and lost). Finally the gasbag ran out of gas and it was her turn to respond.

"That is utterly ridiculous. I get the safe thing, if it wasn't limited to three times and then 'anything goes'" Actually, as she thought about it, she realized he probably thought he was being quite clever about it. She would know if she ran out of her reserve of three she wouldn't be able to stop him, so he probably thought she would put up with more from him, more of what exactly she wasn't sure since she'd hadn't had the stomach to watch too much of his material beyond the basics. It would make sense to want to keep them handy. And having them handy, she would be fooled by the illusion that she would always be able to stop him. "Maybe the girls you usually get in this chair and fool into signing their bodies and reputations away are clueless about what you're pulling here. But I'm not one of them. I can handle whatever they handle, of course, I don't see them as somehow less entitled to protection from the likes of you than I am. But three challenges? I get it. It would never work, they'd run out in an instant or I'd be afraid to use them. It would have to be like 10 or 15 or something like that." There was one he'd have trouble swallowing, and she watched his face closely as she continued.

"Then there's this thing about 'no limits' on what you can do, as if the fact you treat lots of other young woman that way somehow justifies doing it even more with me. First, though I'm no lawyer, not yet, I'm not sure its even legal, I think I should point out. But even if it is I would say the comparison between me and the other girls should run the other way. Why should any woman accept whatever you want, with no limits? We're going to have to strike that one too I think."

She was just warming up and reached into her purse for one of the slips of paper, and then raised her hand to him in a 'stop' gesture every bit as imperious as his waving her into this stupid chair. "Wait, wait. Just hold your complaints. I'm only getting started." She pushed her glasses on her nose into a professional position and glanced down at her notes. "There's the issue of classes, school work, tests, exams, labs, so we will at the least have to put some pretty strict limits on time. If you include travel, I don't see how you can expect me to make it out here more than, ohhh, I don't know, maybe about an hour a week? Remember I need time to sleep, too, and to exercise. A girl has to keep herself slender and fit and sexy, isn't that the most important thing?" She stared at him with a raised eyebrow, letting that little challenge to his shallow misogyny hang between them for a second, intending it only as a pause before going on with more of her list. The moment was also a good chance for her to adjust herself in the chair once more as she watched his face for a sign he realized she saw straight through him.

 

[DomG]

Her meeting his gaze, holding it without any trouble at all should have irritated Micheal, he knew that it should make him angrier but in truth it pleased him. This whole thing had come about because he had found the way she stood up to him interesting, it had been so long since there had been a proper challenge in any aspect of his life that he had sought out an opportunity to find a greater challenge. This wasn't just about breaking her will and forcing her to submit to him... even drawing submissive pleasure from her body against her will, it was about enjoying the proper challenge she was offering him. For the first time in too long he would have something that stimulated him, a young woman who didn't beg him to practice his substantial talents upon them, who hadn't tracked him down at one of the underground clubs he frequented and suggested that she might be a great fit for one of his movies.

So as he watched her glance around the room as though she were free to sit wherever she liked Micheal had to steeple his fingers before his lips to hide what might be the start of a smile, she might think that she was playing against what he wanted but in truth she was just making what would soon come all the more enjoyable for him, the only other young woman who bothered to stand up to him was Jess, and she knew that she could get away with it because he found her antics amusing and of course because her orientation made it very clear that he was never going to sleep with her, the thought having only crossed his mind when they initially met.

Eventually she took the seat he had indicated and if he had known what had run through her mind about the chairs in the History Departments building he would have likely had a good chuckle with her, those same chairs had been just as uncomfortable over a decade ago. “Too long, keep it simple and easy to say if you are short of breath.” He commented quickly when she proposed a potential safe phrase to him, knowing she was trying to anger him but instead her ignorance on the subject only made it comical, as did her failure to grasp why he had set the limit of three. Instead of enlightening her right away though he let her prattle on and on about the possible legality of their arrangement, taking a sticky note from the stack on his desk and quickly scribbling out a string of numbers, glancing up and nodding to indicate that he was paying attention.

It was only when she got to her time limits that he displayed any real response to her words, he had suspected something like this was coming but he had not thought she would be so bold about it, not quite so obvious in how she would attempt to put him at a server handicap in the proceeding six months. One hour a week, each scene that he produced and stared in tended to last just about forty five minutes and he shot an average of one a week but that didn't include any of the pre or post production work that went into it.

If he only had one hour a week he doubted he could get it done, failure became almost a certainty with such a restriction. “A few things I would like to go over before you continue. If you use your safe word more then three times I do not get carte blanche to use your body however I like, if you use it three times then it is tantamount to you admitting that you are unable to handle the treatment of those women that you so look down on. Now as for the legality of all this, we are both adults and we are both consenting to this arrangement, in the little slip of paper before you is a phone number for my accountant and the reference number for escrow account, where the hundred thousand dollars has been placed, in six months time if you have not given up or submitted to me fully then the money in that account will be put under your control.”

Reminding her of the money seemed like the best choice that he could make right then, let her think about what she had to gain if she was able to pull this off beyond just her own sense of accomplishment. “Most importantly though is the time that you think you can give me. I am going to need at least two hours on a day to be discussed, Monday through Thursday, with significantly more time given on the weekends. I will be be taking charge of your workout regime, I will need to see you undressed before any specifics can be set up but on instinct I am going to be recommending a large amount of cardio and some yoga and Pilates as well, after all staying fit is immensely important for a young lady who is working so hard on her studies.” The little attempt to draw out misogyny from him was seen rather quickly but rather then avoid it he had worked to make it seem as though he were about to step into her clumsy trap but after the moments tease he broke off from it.

“Now carry on Katherine, you aren't the only one whose time is valuable, for you this is a chance to remove a terrible man from his job but for me this is just a diversion.” If she thought she could try to gain advantage over him through monopolizing control of time he would just need to give her a bit of perspective.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

As Michael forced his way into Katherine's recital of her terms and conditions, interrupting them with annoyingly sensible answers that gutted her objections and left her situation feeling even more vulnerable, her mind kept thinking. Her mind was supposed to come up with brilliant retorts, but when the light of inspiration struck and the product of her background thoughts blurted from her lips, she was shocked to hear herself announce: "lavender." She blinked and looked down for a moment, then mumbled slightly sheepishly, "I just... the safety thing... that's..." she trailed off uncomfortably, remembering for some reason the scented bath oil she'd used the night before. Was that a hint of it in the office's air? No, just her imagination. What had triggered it? There had to be some explanation. "I'm sorry, go on." And so she gave him permission to go on deconstructing her carefully constructed case, all because her brain couldn't resist a little puzzle, so eager to show off the answer. Why would she even spend a second thinking about a word she wouldn't ever use?

She blinked away her annoyance with herself, willing herself to pay attention to his words again, finding the weaknesses in his arguments too important to give up on just because of one screw up. Persistence, that was always the key.

The problem, at least with the 3-use rule, was that she couldn't see a way around his point. He wasn't claiming the right to do anything, just saying if she had to use it three times, it was over. It was infuriatingly reasonable. She felt a familiar ache behind her eyes as he went on, then slipped her glasses off as she realized she'd been wearing longer than she should for farther distance viewing. Katherine rubbed the bridge of her nose and shifted in her chair again as she dropped the glasses into her purse, realizing now they didn't help at all with him.

The legality thing seemed to trouble him less than her, mainly because he had a team of lawyers where she had only her own untrained opinions, and was admittedly just trying to be argumentative enough he would decide it wasn't worth bothering with her.

Then the time issue. Of course he needed more, which is why she wanted less. "Well, about the time Michael. I understand you could say that you think I won't need the exercise on my own time because I'll do it here, but, ok well, maybe that makes a little sense, but you don't realize how much exercise I do. And to imply I'm not in shape is kind of insulting really. It's not a matter of an hour a week, it's regular serious exercise pretty much every day, so I don't think I need you to be supervising my physical condition. But lets just say -- for arguments sake only -- that I did one of those exercise hours with you during the week, I don't think there's anyway you can justify taking a big part of my weekend. You keep mentioning you went to the university too, as if it matters, but surely you know how important it is to have time on the weekend to get rid of the stress of a long study week, maybe study a little but mostly to recharge batteries, right? So surely you see I need my weekend to myself." So proud of having gone to University and clearly learning so little there, and now having it turned against him.

Katherine felt just a little of her momentum coming back. She picked up the paper again, not really needing the glasses except for intense study of small print. She checked off item after item, covering problems ranging from liability coverage for injury, to food and other incidentals that would be considered essential, to gas expenses for her travel, to holidays, and more. She looked up, hoping to see a defeated look in his face as she turned the paper over. "Do you want to respond to those right now, or wait until I finish the second side?"

 

[DomG]

Her choice of safe word made sense to Micheal and almost made him smile a little, he was fond of the scent of lavender, often having it in the air when he got a massage in order to relax and unwind, or burned incense infused with that particular fragrance in order to make falling asleep a little easier. More often then not he heard colors listed for safe words but this would do just as well, Micheal wasn't the sort who would cheat in their little experiment by flooding anywhere they met with the scent to make her more likely to use the word more frequently, no he could do it on his own without need for such underhanded tricks.

Micheal had not had any lawyer brief on this arrangement though, he was after all well acquainted with laws on both pornography and prostitution in the state, you could get away with quite a bit more if you had the right license or permits but in this case he wasn't paying Katherine a single cent directly, the fact that a charity of her choosing stood to gain quite a bit was entirely irrelevant from a legal stand point, it was an unconventional arrangement between two adults but it was a legal arrangement none the less.

He listened carefully to her commentary on the need to have her weekends to relax and that she was perfectly capable of handling her own fitness, waving her on into her other points as though he didn't already know that she would have quite a few of them as he settled back into his chair, making himself comfortable. Her demands were very well thought out but a little bit over board, trying to get him to cover her food and travel expenses, did she really think that he would give into this?

No, of course she wouldn't think that, instead she must be trying to drive him to take offense and object strongly to all of this, to take her demands as an excuse to break off what was to come so she could get out of it but still keep her head high. “There will be no second side Katherine.” He said as she took a break, no doubt needing to rest her eyes and catch her breath after reading such a long list out loud.

There was no look of defeat on his face, nor even a sign of irritation but instead what might be considered strained tolerance, a man who was working to remain as patient as possible. Reaching below his desk he drew a small glass tumbler and a glass bottle from below the line of sight, setting them upon the desk and pouring himself a measure of brown liquor into the tumbler, the liquid a warm almost oaken brown, seeming to swirl with potential and color, twenty year old single malt, just enough to take a little edge off and of course the ritual of pouring and slowly swirling the tumbler in his hand allowing him time to think.

“You are being quite unreasonable Katherine.” He spoke as though dealing with a petulant child who knew they were pushing limits of what they should do but insisted on carrying on. “I know very well that you are taking a challenging course load, an ambitious young woman is always taking a challenging course load, but this is an arrangement that you and I both entered in good faith. On actual holidays I wouldn't consider taking time that you could spend with your family, but if you have extra time away from school I will be taking a proportionally greater amount of your time. Your personal well being is why the safe word exists, the majority of your meals will be handled the same way they currently are taken care of but from time to time we may share a meal together when appropriate, and if travel expenses are a concern then I can assist with them so long as you remain upfront and punctual at all times.”

Only now, having expressed his problems with her demands, did Micheal raise his tumbler to his lips and slowly sip the liquor within, allowing the smoky fluid to play over his tongue, to rest there for a moment before swallowing, savoring the burn that even twenty years in an oaken casket couldn't completely mellow. “Now, since you have made such a big deal out of the time, lets make today session a fruitful one and get the inspection out of the way. Stand up and strip, remove everything and keep your arms at your side.” Though his tone was neutral it was clear he expected to be obeyed, or maybe he just wanted to get her to use her safety word a little early.

 

[skittish_butterfly]

With his slow pouring of his fancy, overpriced swill, making the big deal of showing her he had all the time in the world, Katherine felt almost victorious that he had to work so hard to conceal that his patience must be strained to the breaking point. Then he started ticking off reasonable and patient answers once again to her every point, deflating her arguments where he could and yielding seemingly without regret where he had to, but putting the ball squarely back in her court in a matter of... was it really just seconds? With his every word Katherine felt her heart shrinking in her chest. She squirmed in her chair, even more uncomfortable as it felt like he was stripping away her emotional padding as well now, her sense of confidence that this would never happen. Would she even have come if she thought for a moment she wouldn't be able to stop it?

She adjusted the hem of her skirt as she turned a little more in the chair, keeping her legs pressed together so tightly and nervously now. Her every breath suddenly felt like a great weight was pressing on her chest. Could this really be happening to her? Was she really sitting here in a pornographer's office, being chastised as an unreasonable girl, and now being told -- her! Katherine Townsend! -- to stand up in front of this slimeball and strip her clothes off for him to... to... to "inspect" her like just another piece of meat? Somehow that extra little bit about telling her to keep her arms at her side -- assuming she even complied at all -- irked the hell out of her, that sense he had about himself like it wasn't enough she expose herself completely but that he had to... just... absolutely *had* to be in absolute control, so very like the patriarchy!

Katherine was grinding her teeth again, suddenly aware of it and finding it more difficult than usual to stop, her fingers balled up into little fists gripping the fabric of her skirt. She felt her life perched on a knife's edge, and the knife was in the hands of this low-life and his fake fancy office and his irritating leering stare. Well, maybe it wasn't leering but then again she wasn't stripping for him either, just give him time and Katherine was sure he would be leering, quite sure of it. And now all she had left was the second side of her page-of-conditions, and sadly there wasn't even much on that side, just the last half of her last point from the first side, and one last objection. After that, it was just her and her wits to somehow get her out of this with her clothes on and her dignity intact without taking a shit-storm of abuse from the media and her new feminist admirers and maybe most importantly... from her father. This was not the way she dreamed of finally getting called into his office, no, not at all. She was going to have to make this work, somehow, whatever it took.

"I... strip? But... but we haven't finished the terms yet. I still have more. You don't realize how... how difficult what you're expecting is and... it would be unwise and unreasonable not to make sure every last... every last concern was addressed before hand. Don't you agree? For instance... for instance..." She looked at the couple words she'd scribbled on the back of the little slip of paper, written at the time with such certainty and now all but illegible in her shaking fingers. "Let me... uh... let me put my glasses on so I can... one second..." She fumbled in her purse, the paper slipping to the floor. "Sorry... this will just be a second..." She fished her glasses, starting to tremble even more, feeling her pulse pounding fearfully in every part of her body. 19 was too young to have a stroke wasn't it? Was she sweating? Katherine glanced up at him, still drinking that stupid drink, from the pretentious looking glass, and staring back at her with an infuriating smirk on his lips, she was sure it was a smirk. The glasses got stuck on the lining of her purse as she pulled and clattered to the floor, sliding to the side of his desk. Not good, not good.

What as she going to do, get down on the floor and retrieve the paper and glasses in one final mega-display of self-humiliation, making it quite clear exactly how undignified and degrading a position she'd somehow managed to work herself into here? Katherine waved her hand at the glasses down on the floor, and the list, as she looked back at him with a poorly faked look of defiance on her face. "N-n-never mind. Don't, uh, n-n-need them after all." She looked down at her lap, her fingers twisted nervously together. Why did he have to make her sit on this uncomfortable chair? What had she ever done to him? She squirmed and then squirmed again, then brushed her hair back with one hand, her mind racing in the search for a way out, but just revving in neutral. There was nothing left except that last line on the paper that she couldn't even read.

"Could we... I didn't really expect to... to really have to... can we take a recess? Maybe come back in a day or two after some time to think it over, finalize the terms, you know? Because, I uh, I wasn't really ready to... wasn't expecting to actually, today, to you know..." Strong woman weren't supposed to. Only old-world southern belles and weak-willed girls fainted but Katherine was suddenly afraid she was going to join that list, and that was her best case scenario, her best remaining option. Well, there was one last option. "Please? Michael, please could we finish this... this meeting at a later date? I'll come back, I promise." With a type-written list and probably a lawyer if I can get her mother to get her father to get her one.

 

[DomG]

After giving his instructions Micheal sat back and watched carefully as he continued to sip his Scotch, showing every sign of enjoying it immensely though not quite as much as he was enjoying how uncomfortable he had made her. Given how she had attempted to catch him off guard during his time at the University which he had attended in the hopes of helping people open their eyes and understand just a little more, well in Micheal's mind he was getting the first look at Katherine proper, stripping away her confidence by catching her off guard and leaving her a bumbling little fool. This was only the start of course, he would be getting more from her before very long, letting her know that her the strength and confidence she had showed before was little more then a fragile shell that was quite easily shattered.

Her comments that she still had more terms that she wanted to list only to be unable to name a single term and was dropping the papers and her glasses to the floor. He watched closely, glancing down to the papers and glassed with a smirk before looking up to her with a raised eyebrow as though he were expecting her to bend over and clean it all up right then and there, letting her know that the moment she was on the floor, on her knees, he would be ready to comment that this was just the place that she deserved to be, that she was in her proper place when she knelt before a man.

It seemed however that she might have seen his comments coming as she dismissed what she had been prepared to read to him, now it was suddenly unimportant. With every minute that she sat across from him, the longer this exchange lasted the more Micheal learned about her, the easier it was for him to understand and predict how she would react and the more fun he was having carrying on this way. He watched her closely, eyes boring into hers as she asked for a break and a chance to come back and finish all this up at another date, all the while Micheal just smirked a little bit and before speaking finished off the last of the scotch in his tumbler, setting the now empty glass down between them with a familiar little clack of glass on hard wood.

“You need a break?” He asked slowly, as though he were having a hard time believing it or just keeping from laughing out loud at her impertinent little question. “Katherine, I can entirely understand if this feels like it is moving to fast for you, I mean you came here hoping to make a list of demands so long and ridiculous that I would probably tell you to get out of my sight and make it easy for you to claim some sort of victory over the evil pornographer... instead I have sat here patiently and listened to you drone on and on about things that are not my concern in the least, you had no idea that I would expect to see you undressed today. Now we can take a break if you like, but first I am going to need you to just say your safe word... and yes it will count against your limit of three.”

Hell it might be less satisfying to get her to loose through her own limits but if it happened so quickly from the start then Micheal would just have a good laugh at the spoiled young brat who had wasted a few hours of his time. “So will you obey simple instructions or do you want to already start admitting failure?”

 

[skittish_butterfly]

Did she need a break? Had he been listening? Katherine nodded, not saying anything.

Then, unbelievably, things got even worse for her. Somehow Michael was describing her plan pretty much exactly the way she'd cooked it up, and had been playing her the whole time she'd been playing him. She hated it but Katherine was pretty sure her cheeks were burning at this point. Her fingers were still knotted in her lap and she was visibly squirming as she felt like he was practically chastising her, a mostly unfamiliar feeling to Katherine as she'd never been sent to the principal's office except to pick up awards.

His next words were like rays of sunlight. Followed immediately by a thunder storm. She could have her break, and Katherine let out a soft sighed breath of relief, only to hear him add his own terms now. If she wanted a break, she would have to use one of her stupid challenges!

He was sitting there, and she was sure he was feeling very smug even if he somehow kept his face fairly neutral if perhaps a bit on the disapproving side. And he just kept sitting there staring at her, making her more uncomfortable, her body getting more and more tense, her legs jittery in front of her. If she weren't so non-violent by nature Katherine felt like this might be the rare time when she possibly might want to punch someone right in the face.

It was when he finally spoke up again, breaking the silence and making it clear he expected her to decide, that she really lost it. "Look!" Katherine let the anger burn, stoked the fire to let it fuel her, hoping an intense and deeply felt speech would somehow sway him like in the final scene of so many movies. "What's with the 'obey' crap? If you're that misogynistic you think that's part of the sexual deal for a woman, well, at least I'll give you credit for being consistent. But 'simple instructions'? Did you really go to the same University as me? I may be angry, and I may frustrate you, but I'm not stupid, and I really am not enjoying your subtle digs. Most important, though, is that I do NOT admit failure. Especially where it comes to defending the weaker girls who need someone strong to stand up for them. It's just not my nature."

She found she'd risen from her chair with some instinctive understanding that she needed the high ground over him, to make him look up at her. If it gave her bottom a little break from the chair, so much the better. Katherine stood glaring at him, waiting for him to change his mind, or to declare them both winners the way he must have been taught in University as well. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at him aggressively. Then petulantly. She couldn't help it as her emotions started cycling almost out of control, each one playing out in front of his desk for him to see.

It took a minute, a slow circle around the chair with her hand on her chin like she was deep in frustrated thought and trying to stay patient with his inability to understand how he was supposed to behave in a situation like this. But eventually, she had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do and no complaints left to submit, just standing at the front of his desk, both hands on the desk, unable to will him to relent. "I... I... if I use one of the challenges... I can't let them down, can't let me Dad down, don't you understand?"

He didn't understand, or at least didn't say anything about it. Just sat there. How much time did he have? Katherine hung her head, staring at the rich wood of the desk top, hearing only her own rushed breathing, her anxiety all too clear. Still looking down, "I'll do what you want, but today better be short. Just the, what, the examination, for the exercise thing? Ok, I'll do that, no safe word. But you're on thin ice right now." It sounded ridiculous even to her, but her heart needed to say it, needed to compensate for what she was going to do.

"Right here? Right now? Yeah, of course." Her tone like a kid being sent to her room when she just knows she doesn't deserve it. She unbuttoned the blouse, one button at a time and then shrugged her shoulders out of it, set it down on the wooden chair behind her like it was a priceless possession. She stood now with her slender shoulders and tight tummy exposed, still in her white sports bra. She waited for a moment but of course there was no sign it was enough, so she unzipped the business skirt and slipped it down her hips and stepped out of that as well. Katherine crossed her arms defiantly over her chest again, standing right up against the desk which hid most of her legs and white cotton panties from him. But he could still see so much more of her than he deserved. "Ok, so you can see, I'm in shape. All the crunches should be pretty obvious, my legs are toned, my arms maybe not so muscular but they're in shape. So? Do I pass?"

 

[DomG]

Micheal sat back in his chair, shifting as though trying to make himself comfortable when he was already in complete control of the situation. He considered for a moment pouring himself another drink but decided against it, for the time being the one drink had filled its purpose by both forcing her to sit waiting for him to speak and of course by taking the edge off a little bit, he could hold his drink quite well but that first drink or two was always just perfect to relax and ensure that one remained relaxed.

The range of emotions on her face right then was fantastic, she responded so beautifully to just about everything he was doing right then and there, did she really think that he wasn't in control of the situation, did she really believe that she had somehow been innovative or intelligent enough to come at him in a way that he hadn't seen coming? She might be in one of the top universities in the country but Micheal had done the same and then spent over a decade in the private sector, honing the theoretical aspect of the education with the practical experience that came from operating in the real world. More then once his office had been picketed by angry feminist or religious groups and he had become well versed in dealing with those who disagreed with him, learning the many tactics available to someone who wanted to irritate another person into ending a meeting early and in a huff.

Hell the long list of demands that she had presented to him, he had seen that same tactic pulled off by both ministers and members of local government who thought they might be able to talk/force the vile man out of business. He had used that very tactic himself to get out of an agreement to distribute European films through his site, an arrangement he had only entered to give himself a foot hold over in Europe and if had paid off in divides ever since.

He listened carefully to what she said, making mental notes of it all, especially when she mentioned her father. Did he detect daddy issues there, the women he worked with often did though Micheal suspected hers might come from a different direction... and he knew just which buttons to push in order to exploit that. With her it would be difficult but given time and a little approval for her hard work from an older man, that could be just the key to breaking her down all the faster, instead of getting her to quit he could get her to submit.

“I can't say for sure I understand entirely...” He said slowly as she stood up. “I can appreciate that you have gotten yourself in over your head, you made an arrangement that you were ill prepared for and now you don't want to back out, fortunately for you Katherine I am much more interesting in seeing you come to love submission rather then forcing you to quit. I suspect that if I felt cruel I could have this little game of ours finished in a matter of hours.” Of course that would be only if he went all out rather then taking his time and building up with her.

He met her gaze, matched her aggression with indifference and her petulance with amusement, and as she started to undress he stood himself, rolling his shoulders but not yet moving from behind the desk, fingers stroking his chin as if he were deep in thought though the purpose of that gesture was instead to highlight the smirk on his face, the intensity of his gaze as he devoured her body with his eyes, each inch that came into view taken in as though it was a morsel waiting to be devoured.

“White, practically virginal... seems rather fitting.” He said as he moved from behind the desk and closed the distance between them slowly. “However I did instruct you to remove all of your clothing Katherine, I can't get a proper appraisal of your body if you hide even a single inch of it from me... now discard the rest of it or give up for the day.”