Porn Star (29 page)

“What the fuck is going on?” Cassidy yelled
across the table.

“We got a lot of emails from subscribers,”
Edwardo said. “They are complaining about the new content. They say
is sucks balls, and not in the good way. Here, let me read you a
few.” Edwardo read from his tablet, “What’s up with this third
world shit porn crap you’ve been posting? It looks like something
my brother would shoot, and he’s a fucking retard.” “Edwardo read
the next one, “You can cancel my subscription immediately, I can
get better looking girls for half the price. Who was the fucker
that decided to cut costs and put up those ugly ass bitches?”

Cassidy leaned back in her chair and bit her
lip. “I’m losing money, whose idea was it to change our
format?”

“It was your’s,” Edwardo replied waiting to
be yelled at.

“No, it wasn’t my idea, Henry, you fucked us,
I remember, it was your idea.”

“Cutting costs and maximizing profit is good
business,” Henry replied.

“Not when you are out of business, change
this now!”

Henry shook his head and made a fist. “I can
make this work, let me find some better content online.”

“We are not buying crap and posting it on our
page. We will make our own from now on. Get us a photographer and
someone to hire models. I will approve every picture that goes on
this site from now on!”

Henry stood up and stormed out of the meeting
livid, he knew he was right, he knew there was no other opinion
other than his. But now he might lose his job if the company goes
under. How the fuck do you hire a professional photographer that
does porn? Most do family weddings and senior pictures, doing porn
could kill their regular business. Do you put an ad online? and how
do you know if they would be any good. Not that quality ever
mattered to Henry to start with, he always assumed that any horny
monkey with a credit card would buy his porn no matter how good it
was.

Realizing he was proven wrong, he decided to
quit his job and go do something else. Nobody tells Henry he’s
wrong. Henry is right about everything and nobody appreciates him
for it. Cassidy can go fuck herself and take her pornsite with her.
Then he got a call on his cell. “Hello?” he answered.

“What about Dennis?” Cassidy asked, “Do you
think he’d come back if we asked?”

“Are you fucking kidding? After what he said?
I am not going to let that fucker tell me I told you so.”

“Then who do you have to take pictures?”
Cassidy asked.

“I’ll do it.”

“Are you any good at it?”

“Not bad,”

“What kind of experience do you have taking
model photography?”

“I’ve shot plenty of stuff with my phone,
look at my Facebook page.”

“I’ve seen your Facebook page, the pictures
you post look like they were taken by an eight year old. Call
Dennis and beg him to come back.”

“He won’t unless you do what he says and it
will cost you. He spends money like it was water.”

“You have to spend money to make money,
you’re cost cutting cost us our company. If we’re going to save
this, do something. Get with Edwardo and make a budget and get
Dennis shooting as soon as possible. We need quality pussy on our
site so those men will put money in our bank accounts. Got me?
That’s your only job right now, getting Dennis back on board.”

Now more pissed than ever, Henry called
Dennis on his cell phone and waited for Dennis to answer.

“Hello?” Dennis asked.

“Hi Dennis, how are you doing?” Henry asked.
He was such a phony.

“I’m fine, what do you want?”

“Since you asked, I was wondering if you’d
have a meeting with me sometime this week.”

“Why?”

“Cassidy wants to discuss doing some photo
shoots,” Henry said cringing waiting to be yelled at. The phone was
silent for an unusually long period of time.

“You’re kidding right?” Dennis asked.

“No, she’s serious.”

“What changed?”

“We can discuss that when you get here.”

Again a very long pause.

“No, you can tell me now, what’s going
on?”

Taking a swallow, Henry replied, “Cassidy has
decided that the canned content isn’t working, she wants all
original content from now on.”

“I see, and why are you calling me?”

“We need a photographer willing to shoot
porn.”

“Anyone can shoot porn,” Dennis replied. “You
told me that the customers don’t care about quality, as long as
they can make out a penis and a tit once and a while.”

“I was wrong,” Henry said.

“Wow, I never thought I’d ever hear those
words come out of you.”

“Well, I said them, now can we meet?”

“What’s in it for me?” Dennis asked.

“We can discuss that at our meeting.”

“No, you can tell me now or there won’t be a
meeting.”

“Cassidy hasn’t come up with the details for
compensation yet, when I find out we can discuss it at our
meeting.”

“I want full artistic control. I want to hire
the models I choose, I want to take the pictures that I want to
take and and a vote in the final say of what gets posted on the
site. I also want a twenty percent raise.”

“She won’t agree to that Dennis.”

“Then fuck her, goodbye,” Dennis said and the
phone went dead.

“What a pompous prick!” Henry said wanting to
throw his phone at the wall.

Dennis sat in his chair waiting for the hair
and makeup girl to finish with the new model. She was nineteen, hot
as fuck and willing to do whatever Dennis asked because she was
getting paid a decent wage. Henry walked in and sat down next to
him.

“Nice studio we got for you,” Henry said.

“Yeah, I like it,” Dennis replied.

“What kind of a shoot are you doing
today?”

“Dildo, then solo finger masturbation.
Lesbian if her girlfriend shows up.”

“You must love your job.”

“I do, I get paid to tell girls to spread
their pussy lips and stick in a finger and smile. It’s surreal
sometimes.”

“I hope there aren’t any hard feelings,”
Henry said.

“Oh, I’m trying to learn to forgive, but it
makes it hard when you’re sitting in on my shoot just so you can
look at the pussy. Your job is in the office doing web stuff, this
photo stuff is all mine.”

“Hey, I’m trying to bury the hatchet
here.”

“Let’s talk about something else, this will
just piss me off more if we discuss the business.”

“Fine, what do you want to talk about?” Henry
asked. “You into sports?”

“No,” Dennis replied. “I was an art nerd
growing up.”

“I bet you didn’t get a lot of pussy being an
art nerd.”

“No, but I get more than all the jocks I ever
knew growing up now.”

“There is a big difference between taking
pictures of naked women and fucking them. Do you dip your pecker in
these girls?”

“No, I am a professional.”

“So you still are an art nerd,” Henry stated
with a smug grin.

“Are you trying to piss me off? I get so
close to these girls that when they masturbate I can smell them
getting wet.”

“And?”

Frustrated, Dennis decided to change the
conversation again. “I think the company should pay for all my
expenses, not just the travel.”

“Nice change of subject.”

“I want meals paid for if I’m on the road,
and a company cell phone.”

“Maybe when sales go back up, this will take
months.”

“You drive a company car don’t you?”

“Yes, but I own thirty nine percent of the
company. I’m not just a hired hand.”

“I want a company car as well.”

“Don’t overestimate your worth, Cassidy
wanted you back, but I know with a little research, I could find
someone to replace you.”

“Back to that again?”

“Yes.”

“Right now is not the time to be pissing me
off again. You’re sales are shit and I am the only thing that’s
going to get you back on your feet. I want a company car or this
will be my last shoot. I have another business I work for, you are
not my only paycheck. They respect me.”

“Did they give you a car?”

“No, but they don’t peddle smut like you do,
I have to do things I have to confess in church to just to feel
good with myself. I have kids and I can’t tell them what I do. My
parents have no clue I do this.”

“That’s not my problem,” Henry said flat.

“Getting me a company car is,” Dennis snapped
back. “I want something decent by Friday or I’m out, we have no
contract, I owe you nothing.”

Henry sat and stared at Dennis with hate in
his eyes. He’s rather punch that fucker than buy him anything, but
he knew Cassidy wanted him to shoot so he had to do something to
please her. Dennis would get his car, but he might not like the one
he got. It was time for a primetime pissing match and nobody fucked
with Henry. Henry was always right.

The next day Henry surprised Dennis with a
company car. It’s wasn’t new, it wasn’t even clean, it was a crappy
1981 Honda Civic with rust and two tires without hubcaps. Dennis
wasn’t impressed. “I can’t ever store my photo gear in here, there
isn’t enough room,” Dennis said staring at the dents and rust spots
around the rear wheel wells. “

“It’s all we could afford, times are tough,”
Henry replied.

“You drive a 2008 Ford Explorer,” Dennis
snapped back.

“Yes, and I am a major shareholder.”

“If you keep pissing me off, your major
shares won’t be worth shit. You keep selling everything short and
doing everything on the cheap. You are such a miser that you are
going to run your company into the ground. What a stupid fuck.”

“When sales go up, I’ll consider a better
car, this is it till then. Call it your motivation.”

“I was always motivated you self-righteous
prick!, it was you that was sabotaging this company, Cassidy would
do well do buy you out and ditch your ass while the stock is still
cheap.”

“Take your car and get the fuck out of here,
don’t you have some pussy to shoot?” Henry said back flat and
assholiish.

Dennis got in the car, he had to push the
seat way back, and it was set for a dwarf it seemed. The seat
cushion was stained and frayed at the edges and the dashboard was
covered with dust. “You couldn’t find a dealership that would
detail the car before they sold it? Where did you find this piece
of shit?”

“I didn’t get it from a dealer, I got it from
my brother in law. It was his.” Henry replied. “He said there might
be some cum stains on the passenger floorboards, he tried to wash
them out but they made the carpet sticky.”

“That’s fucking gross,” Dennis said starting
the car. It started easy, and the engine sounded good. No alert
lights or dinging sounds.

“Don’t park that at the shop, I don’t want
anyone to see it, park in back or in the alley.” Dennis sped off
and took off down the road towards the office. It was then he heard
a snapping sound and smelled burning plastic. “Fuck!” he yelled. He
looked for the source of the smoke and couldn’t find it. It was
like it was coming from all over. Then he heard another snap and a
burning sizzle. The engine stopped and the car rolled to a stop in
mid-day traffic puking out smoke from the driver’s side window.

Then, without warning, the car blew up and
shot into the air doing a flip and a half landing on the roof
pinning Dennis inside. He didn’t feel a thing, the shock knocked
him out and he was trapped inside bleeding from a head wound.

Henry watched from a block away with a smile
on his face. His plan worked just like he knew it would. The timer
on the bomb was set for a minute and that’s all it took to blow up
the car. Now Dennis was gone and he could get back to running the
company the way he wanted to, on the cheap. He knew Cassidy was
wrong, and he knew Dennis was as well. It would just be a matter of
time before he was running things.

Down the street, Dennis and the Honda Civic
lay in peril burning, and holding up traffic. The shock of the
explosion shook all those around and nobody seemed to be moving
very fast to save Dennis. But there were people calling 911 on
their cell phones and help would soon be on it’s way, that is if
Dennis could survive the fire raging around his now torn apart gas
tank.

Like a true prick, Henry got in his Ford
Explorer and drove down the street to get a good look at Dennis’s
dead body. Problem was that the traffic was backed up and he
couldn’t get within a half a block. Frustrated, he backed up, made
a half turn and spun out into an alley heading back to the office.
He knew it wouldn’t be long before the wreck made the news. He
could watch it from his office while he was looking for crappy
cheap porn to post to the Cassidy Rayne pornsite.

Dennis meanwhile was pulled from the wreckage
by the rescue squad and laid out on the street for the EMT to look
at. Dennis had burns on his back and neck and glass sticking out of
his skin all along his collar line. The bomb was planted in the
trunk that shot metal and glass at Dennis from the rear. He had no
idea what was going on, he was out like a light.

The rescue squad placed Dennis on a gurney
and slid him into the waiting ambulance. In a few moments, the
doors were slammed and the rescue vehicle was off to the hospital
with lights and sirens.

At the hospital x-rays were taken as well as
general blood work. The emergency room doctor on call took a look
at the results and knew he had more on his hands then he could
handle. Dennis would live, but he would be scarred for life and
probably lose the use of his eyesight due to the wound at the back
of his head. He also sustained enough blunt force trauma to sever
his right arm at the shoulder.