by JB Duvane
“You think that’s funny, do you? We may just be a couple of business dudes, but we’re officially in the porn business now. Until the site went down we were raking in about five-hundred bucks a minute. I hope that blackout didn’t completely ruin our momentum.”
“You’re kidding. You didn’t tell me we were of that high. That’s insane, Kyle.”
“Well, I was about to when it all came to a screeching halt. Those tweets those crabby girls posted? The ones that got eliminated? They sent over a million hits our way. I’m telling you, man, we’ve really hit on something here.” Kyle turned and looked up at me. “What about out there? Are the girls into it? I know it just got started, pretty much, but are they into the different events? Like the one that just started? You can tell us,” he says with a smile. “Since we are all sharing secrets here.” The more I look at him, the more I realized that Kyle actually has really nice eyes too. They’re a deep blue that looks dark in some lights and kind of like a stormy ocean and others.
“They all seem pretty into it to me. Like I said, they think you’re both some kind of porn bigwigs. I mean, you guys have got some really interesting ideas here. It’s weird not being able to see the stream and not knowing how all of this is coming across out there in the world, but now that I’ve had the opportunity to see it from back here, I’m kind of blown away. It’s so simple. Naked girls, loud music, and sex. Pretty much what all young guys want. And you two really nailed it.”
They look at each other and smile and my heart completely melts. I suddenly want both of them so badly I can hardly stand it. They’re both so amazing. Hot and sexy and intense. But they also have their shit together. They’re full-on businessmen who turned a really bad situation into a whole new way to make money. And those smiles. Holy crap, I’m practically swooning over the two of them.
“Aubrey, I’d love to get any feedback you have. Ranging from the first call announcement to the audition, the food, the accommodations here, the music—“
“Well, the yoga mats aren’t that great.”
“Oh yeah, sorry about that,” Kyle says. “I know it couldn’t have been very comfortable. Tonight we’ll be moving all of you to the break rooms we have with built-in bunkbeds. We just didn’t have enough of them for all of the girls. ”
“That’s okay. It was kind of like a big slumber party with a bunch of bitchy girls. Just like junior high. So what do you want the feedback for? Are you thinking about doing this again?”
“I don’t know if we can—“ Graham starts talking but Kyle immediately cuts him off.
“Hell yes, we’re thinking about doing this again.” He speaks to Graham in that familiar way again and it’s just so funny. I’m really starting to see some of the dynamics of their relationship. Graham seems like the more reserved one and Kyle is sort of a funny loose cannon type. “Were making an insane amount of money, Graham. I think we’d be stupid to drop the ball and let some other schmuck take our idea and run with it. Because you know there’s gonna be copycats. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone was starting up an identical live porn streaming event right now. We’re seriously gonna need to get a research team together immediately after this is all over. Put these guys to work on a porn streaming think tank. I mean, the consulting business has been awesome but maybe this is our future.”
“I never saw live streamed porn as my future.” Graham looks both amused and serious at the same time.
“Well, open your eyes, my friend. This is the future,” Kyle says, pointing to the monitor where money is already pouring in again.
Graham walks around the desk and stands behind me and I can feel every cell of my body jump to attention. “Jesus, this thing is practically running itself.”
I can’t believe I’m standing here in between these two guys. I can’t believe I’m here behind the scenes in this amazing porn reality game show they’ve put together. And I can’t believe my name is at the top of the contestant list. Me.
“So are the cops looking for this guy, or what?” I ask.
“Peterson?” Kyle says. He turns around in his chair and looks up at me, then at Graham who’s standing right behind me. “Well, we haven’t called the cops yet.”
“We already had this whole thing set up,” I hear Graham say behind me and it send shivers down my spine. “And we didn’t think it would be a good idea to have this kind of thing going on if they showed up here.”
“Wait, I thought you said you came up with this to make your money back after he stole it.”
“Well, yeah, that’s what it turned into,” Kyle says, still looking back and forth between me and just over my shoulder at Graham. He stands up and suddenly I’m inches away from both of them, one in front and one behind me, and I can’t breathe.
Kyle keeps talking as he looks down at me. He’s animated at first, but he talks slower as he studies my face. “The original idea was a little different. In fact, the invitation that you were sent was for that. Just an audition. No audience.” His eyes stay on mine while he talks and I can still feel Graham behind me. I can feel the energy between them and I want so badly for one of them to make a move. “We had no intention of streaming it live in the beginning. That’s the moneymaking part of it that came later.”
“So, you sent me the invitation,” I ask.
“Yeah, I did,” Kyle says, his voice dropping down a little lower and somehow becoming even more sexy.
I can’t speak and I can’t breathe. The room is completely silent and I just stare up into Kyle’s eyes. I can feel Graham’s breath on my neck and I just want to lean back into his arms. Suddenly, Kyle’s eyes shift up and he looks behind me again, then quickly turns around and sits back down in the chair. I turn my head to see Graham’s eyes looking down at me. I swallow hard and am finally able to get some words out of my mouth. It’s not about the invitation, which is what I really want to know about, but at least it’s something. “Do you know if that Peterson guy is still using the same phone?”
“Well, he hasn’t responded to any of our calls or texts so we don’t know if he still has it,” Graham says as he pulls his phone out of his pocket.
“He might have just turned it off. Was it on a corporate account? If it was, I can probably find his location using Google or try out some tracking apps. They don’t always work, but it’s worth a try.”
Graham looks up at me. “You gotta be kidding. Yeah, it was. We all got our phones at the same time. Here, download whatever you want,” he says and hands his phone to me, then goes over to his computer. “I’ll pull up the phone records for the corporate account if that’ll help.”
It only takes me a couple minutes before a location comes up on the maps app. “If he’s still got the phone with him, this is where he’s at,” I say, pointing to the location that’s showing up on the map.
“So this is him … the bastard.” Graham says.
“Yeah, Looks like he’s near LAX.”
“Dude, I gotta go after him,” Kyle says. “I thought he was long gone but if there’s even a sliver of a chance I can find him, I’m gonna do it.”
“Then what?” Graham asks.
“Then get him to give us back our fucking money.”
“How much money did he get away with?” I ask.
“Millions,” Graham says with an edge to his voice. “How are you going to get him to do that?”
“I don’t know, man, but I’ve gotta at least try.”
Graham
“What are you gonna do if you find him?” I watch as Kyle grabs his phone and his jacket. After Aubrey downloaded the app onto Kyle’s phone and went back to the gym, Kyle went down to his car to grab something. Now he’s getting ready to leave and he’s showing me how to check on everything he has set up on the monitors. The music and all of the cameras that are streaming as well as the site, everything is done through his laptop. Even though the way he acted with Aubrey earlier really pissed me off, when he showed me everything he’d set up, I felt like a selfish
bastard. Kyle has put so much into this and he’s done it all so quickly. He didn’t need me. He was running circles around me with his ideas. While I listen to him talk, it hits me how important he really is to me, which pisses me off even more.
“I don’t know. I’ll figure it out when I get there. But if we don’t catch up with Peterson now, we could lose him, and our money, forever. I mean, even if we did call the cops, the chances of us getting our money back from him would be so slim it’s not even funny. And if he disappears to another country that chance drops to zero. I’m just gonna go talk to him. See if there’s any way I can reason with him. And if that doesn’t work…” Kyle shows me a gun he has in his jacket.
“You can’t be serious, Kyle! You’re taking a gun with you?”
“Um … Yeah. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna confront a guy who stole millions of dollars from us without some kind of protection. You think I’m crazy?”
“I actually think you’re crazy to take that thing with you. What if you wind up shooting him, Kyle? Over money? That would be crazy.”
Kyle gets up and puts his jacket on, then slips the gun back into his pocket. “This is a hell of a lot of money were talking about, Graham. I think it’s safe to say we’ve entered into gun territory here.”
“No amount of money is worth that to me. You could wind up in jail, or dead. I’d give him everything else I have to make sure that didn’t happen.”
Kyle gives me a half smile and a punch on the arm. “Thanks man, but I’ve gotta do this. I’ll hate myself if I don’t. So if anything goes wrong, just get Aubrey back in here. She seems to really know what she’s doing.”
“Look, Kyle,” I start. I know this is probably the worst time to say this, but I can’t stop thinking about the way he was looking at Aubrey earlier and it’s freaking me out. “I want to pull her from the contest.”
“What?! You can’t do that! She’s the highest-ranking girl in the contest. If you pull her now there’s gonna be a lot of pissed off people,” Kyle practically yells at me. “Why the hell do you want to pull her? I don’t get it! I told you, you can have her. I’m not gonna try and take her away from you. You’re seriously gonna fuck this whole thing up if you pull her out!”
“Hey, calm down,” I say to him. “I didn’t realize it would be that big of a deal. It’s just that, I feel really shitty doing this to her. Especially after all the help she’s given us. I hate the idea of forcing her to perform these menial tasks for the enjoyment of a bunch of horny guys. I just … I just want to pull her out and give her the goddamned money.”
“But you can’t do that! We don’t have the money yet. I mean, we have it, but we don’t. She’s one of the reasons why were making money and if you pull her out, who the hell knows what they’ll do. The subscribers might all want their money back. Seriously, you can’t do this!” Kyle turns around and pushes his hands through his hair.
“Look, I’m not trying to be a dick, here. I just—“
“Well, you are being a dick. And tell me something. How the hell do you know she would even let you pull her out of the contest? Did you stop and think that maybe she actually wants to do these menial tasks? That the reason she’s here is not because she has to, but because she wants to? You’re acting like you see yourself as some kind of white knight or savior to her, but you know what? You’re acting like a fucking idiot, because you can’t save someone from something they actually want to do.”
I’m stunned. I’ve never heard Kyle talk this way before. Not to me, but also not with so much conviction. I feel like I’ve spent most of my life underestimating him, then continually realizing that there’s practically a genius inside that head. Or at the very least someone who’s a hell of a lot more perceptive than I am.
“Okay, then I’ll ask her.”
“Jesus, you are too much! Can’t you just let things go they way they’re set up to go until I get back? You don’t have to do a goddamned thing! Just monitor the site. The guys will take care of the rest. We’re kind of at a crucial moment here, Graham, and you’re acting like a total jackass.” He’s obviously still pissed, but Kyle seems calmer now, even though he just called me a jackass. I fully realize I’m being kind of an asshole, but I’m almost to the point where I don’t care about this contest anymore. I know we’ve both put a lot of work into it, but thinking about the way he was looking at Aubrey keeps making me see red.
Kyle takes a deep, exasperated breath and runs his hand through his hair again. “Just chill the fuck out and wait till you hear from me, okay? I’ll text you as soon as I find Peterson. And if he’s where this map says he is, that shouldn’t be too long. Just don’t do anything until I get back. Please.”
I don’t say a thing to Kyle as he walks out of the room. I still really just want to pull Aubrey out of the contest, or at the very least ask her. I don’t give a shit if she’s making the most money, and I don’t care if he’s right about her wanting to be here. There are plenty of other girls. Besides, if Kyle finds Peterson and gets him to give us back even a quarter of the money he stole, then we won’t have to do this bullshit contest anymore. I just want Aubrey for myself. And I want her now.
By the time everything is back online and Kyle is gone, it’s late and I don’t feel like dealing with any of this by myself. I have Josh assign the girls to their rooms and leave video clips running for the rest of the night. I figure the girls will give the horny little bastards what they want when they get into the showers and the confessional room.
I lay down on the couch in my office but I can’t sleep. I keep staring at the ceiling picturing Aubrey masturbating for the camera and as I do, I’m pretty sure I’m no better than those horny bastards that are jerking off to her in their homes. I get up and take the elevator downstairs, then walk through the lobby to head outside. One of the guys is sitting at the reception desk and is watching the closed circuit cameras to make sure the girls don’t wander around the building or leave.
It’s a warm night and it feels good to be out of that building. I swear, it feels like I’ve been in there for years. After about an hour, I head back inside. I get off the elevator and head to my office, but as I pass the bathroom in the hallway I run into Aubrey. It hadn’t even occurred to me that the girls would be using these bathrooms now that they had been moved.
“Hey, Graham,” she says with a sweet smile as she looks up at me in a pair of baggy pajama bottoms and a Black Flag t-shirt. She’s so adorable and I can barely contain myself. Before she even knows what’s going on, I slide my arm across her back, then guide her down the hall to my office door. I’m walking so fast that she almost has to jog to keep up with me. When I get to my office I push her inside and shut the door, then turn her around and slam her up against it with my entire body. Her eyes are wide and she is barely breathing.
“Do you want this?” I ask.
“What do you mean?” She is looking up at me like she genuinely doesn’t know what I’m asking. “Do I want to be here, in your office? Here, up against the door?”
“I mean, everything. The contest … my office … this,” I growl as I thrust my cock into her belly. I breathe in and her scent completely invades me and overwhelms me. She’s fruit and flowers with an underlying musky depth that pulls at every cell in my body. I want to be inside her. Completely, totally, deeply inside her.
“Yes, I do,” she gasps.
“You don’t have to do this … the contest, I mean. You’ve already won. You know that, don’t you?”
“No, I didn’t. I don’t understand. What do you mean?”
“The contest is mainly for Kyle. You’ve been mine since the minute you got here.” My lips are so close to hers I can feel the warmth of her breath as it moves over my skin. This is the most unbelievable first I’ve ever had in my life. The anticipation … the build up … it feels like my whole life has been leading up to this moment.
“But … I thought Kyle said that he sent me the invitation. Why would he have sent it if h
e didn’t want to win me?”
“He did it because he knew I wouldn’t.”
“You wouldn’t? Why?”
I don’t want to talk about any of this right now. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long and it’s finally happening and here I am having to talk about her fucking dad. “It just didn’t seem right. I know your father and … well … because you’re—“
“If you’re going to say I’m too young for you, you can stop right there. I know for a fact that there are girls here that are younger than me.”
God, I love that she’s so feisty. I need those lips so badly right now I can taste them. “You’re right. I really don’t know why, to be honest.”
“I think you’re afraid,” she says. I almost laugh, but she’s so sincere that all I can do is stare into those gorgeous eyes. “You’re afraid because you know how amazing we would be together.”
“You think so?” I say with a smile. Aubrey’s confidence is exhilarating. She’s coming at me on my level while I’m hovering over her like a vulture, without being bratty or bitchy. She’s not a fucking princess. She’s a goddamned queen. “How do you know that?”
“I can see it in your eyes. I saw it the first time we met, and I’ve never forgotten that look.”
“What look?”
“The one that’s in your eyes right now. The look that could make me do anything you want me to … without you even saying a word.”
“Is that what you want?”
“It’s what I’ve always wanted,” she whispers. “And ever since the first time I saw you, I’ve wanted it to be you.”
The way she’s looking up at me and pressing her body into mine makes my cock so hard it’s practically busting out of my pants. “Is this what you want?” I ask again, my lips just inches from hers as I grip her wrists and push them over her head while I grind my cock into her. “You want this inside you?”
“Yes,” she moans, her head tilting back so that her lips just barely brush up against mine. “I want it to be you, Graham.”
