by Sloan, C. T.
“What if they ask me about Mr. Peak?”
“Just say that you will not speak for him.”
The Mercedes arrives at the Time Warner Center. I feel so weird coming into the same building where Mr. Peak is working without seeing my boss. The car stops in front of the building and I get out. Emily leads me to the elevators and continues to coach me.
“Whatever you do. Do not walk off on the interview. If you do that, you will look like you are hiding something. And that will be the only footage that will be played on all of the blogs and news shows. Just give the interviewer some juicy clips that will be picked up by other media and everything will be fine.”
“Juicy clips?”
“Yeah. Remember when you told the media that your relationship with Mr. Peak was ‘none of their business?’ That was a star making quote. Try to come up with something along those lines.”
Oh Boy, the pressure is on. Sometimes being famous is not as easy as it seems.
We arrive at CNN’s New York studios. The lights, the sets and various production workers buzzing around makes me nervous. I am well aware of the fact that if I say something stupid, the entire world will see me crumble before their eyes.
I take a seat in a “green room” where the guest can relax before going on the air. I pull out my phone and begin to check my messages. Not 30 seconds go by before I am grabbed by an assistant producer. “We’re ready to go on the air, Sarah.”
Wait? What?! You guys are ready?! I’m not ready. I don’t want to raise a protest so I just allow myself to be escorted onto the set.
The assistant producer places me in a seat. Lights are pointed at my face. A make-up person touches me up. People buzz around me yelling, “Two minutes to air.” Fuck! I feel like I am about to get prepped for my own execution!
An attractive blonde woman walks up to me. She is instantly familiar to me. I’ve seen her on CNN hundreds of time. She walks up to me and says, “Hi Sarah, I’m Lenna Thomson. So it looks like you have had an eventful couple of weeks in New York,” the interviewer says.
“Are we on TV yet?” I ask nervously.
The anchor laughs at me. “No. No. We’re in commercial. We’ll be on the air in 60 seconds.”
I begin to panic. I am having trouble breathing. I want to throw up.
“Thirty seconds!” a voice yells out in the distance. Lenna Thomson sits herself on a chair across from me and reviews a couple of pieces of paper placed in her hands. “So you have only been working for Mr. Peak for under a month. It looks like you move fast,” the anchor says with a smile.
I can feel myself sweating. I can’t do this! I have to get out of here. I am going to ruin Mr. Peak’s business. “Fifteen seconds!” a man yells as the camera crew takes their positions around us. Lenna Thomson quickly checks her hair in a compact mirror before staring into one of the studio cameras.
“Five seconds!” the voice yells. The whole studio drops to dead silence. I can hear my heart beating against my chest. A see a red light go on over the cameras. Oh my God. Are we on the air. Are the cameras on right now?!
“Welcome back to The Midday Show. Right now, we have an exclusive interview with New York Socialite Sarah Sulamari. As you may have already heard, bad boy director J.T. Marcos was taken to the hospital after a violent altercation with Sarah’s billionaire boyfriend Ryan Peak. Mr. Peak also happens to operate his thirty billion dollar hedge fund right here in the Time Warner building where our CNN studios are located. So how are you doing today, Sarah?”
Nothing. Not a single word is coming out of my mouth. Lenna looks at me for a moment. Then I mutter, “I’m doing fine. Can I have some water?” I ask.
“That is the first time I have had a guest ask for water at the beginning of an interview.”
A production assistant quickly hands me a bottle of cool spring water. I take a drink. Already this interview is taking a turn for the bizarre. The interviewer seems a bit taken aback by my actions.
“Thanks. I think I feel a little better,” I mutter.
“So what exactly happened at your boyfriend’s palatial townhome? From what we understand, J.T. Marcos was there to offer you a starring role in his next film when things went wrong.”
“People refer to J.T. Marcos as a bad boy director. Well, he was being a bad boy.”
“So that’s when your boyfriend, the very big and very rich Ryan Peak, choked him.”
“I am not going to comment on what happened.”
“You can’t deny that Mr. Peak attacked him, right?”
Oh boy. What do I say? I don’t want to get my boss in trouble. The last thing he needs is to have this interview be about him. I need to deflect. My mind races at a thousand miles a minute. I look at this anchor who seems ready to tear me apart.
“I already told you that I am not commenting on it,” I say in a more stern tone.
Lenna’s smile disappears from her face. Uh oh. I just realized that I made a mistake. She is a pro. She is coming in for the kill. “Okay, if you are not going to address what happened to J.T. Marcos, let’s talk about you. Less than a month ago, you started a job at the Peak Fund. Today, you are dating the billionaire owner. How did you make that happen?”
“I didn’t make that happen. We just fell for each other,” I say defensively.
“So did you come on to him or did he come on to you?”
“We were mutually attracted to each other.”
“Oh come on. You’re telling me a billionaire hedge fund CEO just happened to scoop you up from the secretarial pool like a Cinderella story. Now, you are an attractive woman. But you are not - and let me just be honest here - a supermodel.”
“Well, you are not a serious reporter. Look at all of the problems in the Middle East, the housing crisis in the U.S., the problems in the economy, the trouble in the Eurozone. Do they not give you the serious stories or do you just interview New York Socialites!” I ask angrily.
“Young lady. I’ve been to Afghanistan. I’ve been shot at in Egypt. I’ve covered famine in the Sudan. What have you done in your life beside bed a billionaire?!” the female anchor asks sternly.
“Well, I can tell you this. At least my career is not taking a tragic slide down into irrelevance.”
“You know what. You can get off of my show right now,” Lenna Thomson says as she points to the exit.
I think of what my publicist said to me. “Do not walk out on the interview. Do not walk out on the interview.”
I look at the female anchor. “I’m not leaving. If you don’t like the interview, then you can leave.”
At that moment, Lenna Thomson takes off her microphone and walks away from the interview. I am just sitting there holding my bottle of water wondering what the hell is going on.
“We’re in commercial!” the director yells as producers and production assistants frantically chase after the news anchor.
“I’m not talking to that little bitch! Fuck this!” Lenna yells as she storms off of the set. My publicists grabs me and hustles me out of the studio.
We rush out into the atrium of the Time Warner Center. “What happened?” I ask my publicist.
“I have never had that happen before in my life,” Emily says.
“What do I do?”
Emily smiles. “You do nothing. The entire media is going to be focused on Lenna Thomas. She was the one who walked off on her own show.” The publicist puts her arm around me and says, “Congratulations. After that, no one is going to remember what happened to the director at Mr. Peak’s townhouse.”
I feel so proud of myself. At this point, nothing can stop me. “Come on. Let’s tell Mr. Peak. He is going to be so proud of me!” I exclaim as we take the elevators to the forty-second floor.
Emily gets on the phone and receives an update from her office.
“The blogs are already putting up the video of the interview. We’re on the front page of Gawker, TMZ and PerezHilton.com. This is going to make you even bigger than before,” Emily tel
ls me as the elevators open up at Mr. Peak’s office.
Wow. I feel like I the most unstoppable person in New York. I skip down the hall to Mr. Peak’s lair. I swing open the door to my boss’s office. Mr. Peak is sitting behind his desk, reading the Wall Street Journal when I bounce inside.
“Mission accomplished, Sir!” I proclaim as Mr. Peak looks up from his paper. He seems surprised and annoyed that I would just pop in like this. But hell, I have good reason to intrude on Mr. Peak’s day.
Emily is not as bold. She stands right outside the door and asks politely, “Mr. Peak, are you available?”
My boss stands up and motions the publicity exec into his lair. “You see Sarah, at least Emily has some manners,” my boss says.
I stand next to my boss and beam while Emily gives him an update on what went down. “I have to tell you, Mr Peak. Sarah is a little spitfire. I have never seen anyone deal with a hostile interview like that before.”
“What happened?” Mr. Peak asks.
“The interviewer walked off the set,” I proudly exclaim. “She couldn’t take it anymore!” I add as Mr. Peak looks down at me rather annoyed.
“Sarah not only deflected any questions about you and your business, she made the interviewer embarrass herself on TV. In short, the media will be focused on the news anchor and not you,” Emily explains to my boss.
“I can go do more interviews!” I tell Mr. Peak. “I’ll make them all uncomfortable. I have this down to a science.” Before I can finish, Mr. Peak puts his hand over my mouth.
“Thank you, Emily. I need to have a word with Sarah. She needs to be, um, corrected on her behavior.”
Emily takes two steps backwards and quickly leaves Mr. Peak’s office.
“Oh, Emily?” my boss calls out.
“Yes, Mr. Peak?”
“Please close the door behind you.”
“Sure thing,” Emily says as she closes the double doors to my boss’s office.
After the doors shut, my boss takes his hand away from my mouth. He lifts me up until we are looking at each other eye-to-eye. “You know better than to barge into my office like that.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I was just so excited to tell you the good news.”
My boss carries me to his large L-shaped leather sofa set. He places me on his lap. “So you like to run your mouth, huh?”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
Mr. Peak removes his tie. He wraps the tie around my mouth until I can’t say a word. My boss takes his fingers and begins to slowly unbutton my blouse. “For your punishment, I am denying you the privilege to moan and scream out my name while I play with your tight little body.”
Mr. Peak removes my blouse. He fondles with my breasts. Then he slowly unhooks my bra and begins to tease and pinch my nipples. My boss can see the anguish in my face as I long to kiss his full lips.
I reach up to unbutton Mr. Peak’s shirt. He slaps me away as he continues to play with my body. My boss pulls me down until I am lying on my back. He slowly unzips my skirt and pulls it own. I lie there wearing my panties anxiously awaiting my boss’s next sexual move.
“I love the way that tie looks wrapped around your mouth. You look so pure and so vulnerable. It turns me on,” Mr. Peak announces as he begins to removes his shirt. My boss drops his shirt to the ground. He pulls off his T-shirt. Yum, I never get sick of looking at that man’s chest.
Mr. Peak pulls down his slacks and lowers his boxers. I reach out to grab his hard cock. Damn, I just want to devour every inch of that man. I can tell my boss is really getting off with my slowly stroking his massive cock. He’s definitely not swatting my hand away now.
My boss begins to run his hand between my legs while I play with his cock. We begin to get each other off. Mr. Peak looks like he is about to cum. I know I am close. I stroke my boss faster and faster until he stops me.
“I have to fuck you right now!” Mr. Peak says as he gets on top of me. I feel that hard dick go deep into my body. I spread my legs as wide as they will go. Mr. Peak rails me well. I feel like I am going to get buried into this sofa!
I grab Mr. Peak’s back and hang on for the ride. We fall off of the sofa and end up on the floor. My boss grunts while I try to moan through the restraint around my mouth. It gets hard for me to breathe. But that only makes the action that much more intense!
Mr. Peak turns me over and forces me to get into the doggystyle position. I feel him get behind me. Oh God. This feels good. Mr. Peak grabs my shoulders and starts to ram me like a stallion. Tears begin to roll down my cheek.
“Fucking take it!” Mr. Peak yells as he spanks my ass. I scream through the restraint around my mouth. My screams sound desperate and disturbing. The more Mr. Peak spanks me, the more I try to moan. The harder Mr. Peak fucks me, the louder I try to scream.
My boss slams me at full speed. I cum. Hard. Mr. Peak reaches his orgasm with an eruption of screams that could possibly be heard all the way down at the CNN studios. Mr. Peak pulls my hair and kisses me on the neck. It’s that hard show of affection that really gets me off the most. Mr. Peak knows how to be rough and smooth all at the same time.
The two of us chill out on the floor of the office. Mr. Peak finally takes the restraint out of my mouth. I instantly kiss him. We make-out tenderly for the next twenty minutes. Afterwards, I feel comfortable enough to get chatty again.
“Sir, perhaps we should celebrate and go out tonight.”
“You just want to be in front of the cameras,” Mr. Peak teases.
I run my hands over my boss’s face. “People need to see the softer side of you, Mr. Peak.”
“I don’t have a soft side.”
“I think you do.”
My boss spanks me in the ass. “We will go to Le Bernardin.”
“Awesome!” I say. Then I raise a concern. “Doesn’t it take months to get a reservation at that place.”
“Look at who you are talking to,” Mr. Peak says.
After we get dressed, my boss makes a phone call. Our table will be waiting for us at 9 p.m.
***
Mr. Peak and I make our entrance into the most exclusive eatery in New York City. Heads turn. And they are not looking at Mr. Peak. They are looking at me. We take our seat at one of the best tables in the dining room. It doesn’t take long for people to stop by to pay their respects to Mr. Peak while introducing themselves to little ole me.
The first man to stop by is the CEO of one of the biggest banks in New York. I have no idea who he is but Mr. Peak is speaking to him as an equal. My guess is that he is also a billionaire. The CEO politely introduces himself to me and shakes my hand.
A few moments later, another heavy hitter comes to the table. This time, the guest’s attention is focused squarely on me. “Alright Liam. I know you are here for Sarah,” Mr. Peak says as he focuses his attention on the wine menu.
“My I have the honor of sitting next to you,” Liam says.
“Sure,” I respond though I have no idea who this man is or why he is so important.
“I would love to work with you.”
“I would love to work with you, Liam. That is, if I had any idea as to what you do.”
Mr. Peak laughs at my statement. “Liam Mulroney is the Chairman of Alliance Media. He owns Alliance Films, Alliance News Network, as well as about twenty cable channels.”
Alright, now I am excited. Liam isn’t just some Hollywood power player. This guy owns a big chunk of show business.
Liam sits back knowing that I have that light in my eyes. You know, the light that aspiring actors and actresses have when they first come to LA. I admit, I thought about getting into show business back when I was a teenager. But that was just a fool’s fantasy. Now, one of the most powerful guys in show business wants to work with me. This is all just too insane.
The billionaire media mogul looks over at Mr. Peak. “Before I make any proposals, I have to be assured that Mr. Peak won’t strangle me like a chicken,” the billionaire says.
M
r. Peak erupts in laughter. “I am never going to live that down.”
“Trust me. There are many people who would have loved to have manhandled that director. Sadly, in my business, we have to tolerate the talented. Even if they have awful manners,” the media mogul explains.
“My boss is like a German Shepherd. He is well-behaved. Yet, he knows when to attack,” I say proudly. Mr. Peak doesn’t react to my remark. He continues to review the wine menu.
Liam takes a sip of ice water before he launches into his pitch. “You seem to be very comfortable in front of a camera. Have you had any formal training?”
