Executive Engagement: A Boardroom to Bedroom Fake Fiancee Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “What is it?” I say, looking it over quickly. It looks like one of the millions of letters we receive from women wanting to be on the show. “Some applicant has pissed you off?”

  “I was looking through some of the old letters we had filed away and found this one. It’s from Lori.”

  “Lori?” Layla gasps. “My boss Lori?”

  “The very same,” Toby says through clenched teeth. “I thought her name sounded familiar when the lawyers mentioned it the other day. I couldn’t shake this feeling that I was missing something. All this bullshit with the FCC and the network heads and lawyers was so much more aggressive than I expected, so I did some research. Look,” he says, gesturing at the letter.

  I scan it more closely this time. Yeah, it’s from Lori all right. It talks about her divorce and how she’s spent so much of her life building her career that she never took time for herself. She was one of the many who could benefit from my show. Unfortunately, we just don’t have the capacity to host them all. We didn’t choose her, obviously.

  I look up from the letter and meet Layla’s eyes, handing it over to her. I can almost feel my blood boiling. My jaw ticks as I process what this means.

  “This is crossing a line,” I say to Toby, standing from my desk to pace my office. Every step I take only fuels my anger. This is big. Not just big. Fucking huge.

  “Tell me about it,” Toby rants, my anger only fueling his own. “She’s pissed off that we rejected her, so she comes after us? What the fuck?”

  “It’s about revenge,” I muse, stopping and narrowing my eyes as I think. “Lori’s using her position of authority to get back at us. Unacceptable. I’m going straight to legal right now. If they want to make this a public shit show, things are about to get really ugly. Let’s see how the public feels when they find out that not only are they being treated like children who need censorship, but the fucking agency that’s calling the shots has ulterior motives.”

  I start toward the office door, Toby right on my heels. In this moment, we’re more of a team than ever. Solidarity and all that. We’re going to go blast this bitch and make her regret ever trying to take us down.

  “Wait.”

  I stop with my hand on the door at the sound of Layla’s voice. She sounds concerned, but there’s something more in her tone. Sadness. It’s enough to give me pause, and I turn around to face her.

  “Don’t do this.”

  Layla

  It’s unbelievable. I never would've thought Lori would use her position to do something so underhanded. It’s not about censorship and protecting the people. Family values and all the rest of the holier-than-thou bullshit that she spouted off when she first gave me this assignment.

  I had no idea Lori ever wanted to be on A Cunning Linguist. It doesn’t seem to fit her at all. She was so insistent that the show is obscene. Unfit for the public. Yet she wanted to be on it?

  I also can’t believe she didn’t tell me. She basically lied by omission, and I can’t help but be a little upset by that. Yeah, we have a boss/employee relationship, but I’ve always respected her, and I considered her my friend. Sure, things have been a bit tense since I started spending time with Jake. But we’re still friends.

  When I tell Jake, “Wait,” and he turns to me, he’s so angry.

  Not at me, but at Lori and the entire situation. And as much as I’m upset that she wasn’t honest with me, and that she put Jake’s show in real jeopardy, I think I know why she did it. She was embarrassed. I get that now.

  Talking to all those women yesterday really enlightened me even more. They were all embarrassed to an extent, but they believed in Jake’s message. I think she really wanted to see what Jake’s show could do for her, but once she was rejected, she became bitter and angry about it.

  I’m not defending her. Not at all. Because this could've ended very badly for Jake. But I think I have an idea.

  “Don’t do this,” I tell Jake, walking toward him. “You’re angry. I get it. But I think I have a solution.”

  His expression changes. “How?”

  “Yeah,” Toby chimes in. “Not really sure how this is fixable. Lori has an ulterior motive and I have no doubt she still wants to take us down.”

  “Lori needs to be the next guest on A Cunning Linguist.”

  Silence.

  One beat.

  Two.

  Three.

  I swear a solid thirty seconds passes before either of them says anything. And the looks they’re giving me make it clear that they’re worried about my sanity.

  “Just hear me out, okay?”

  They exchange weary looks, but nod, sitting down.

  “Why would we want to have someone on the show who just wants to make us look even worse?” Toby asks before I can say anything.

  “Yeah,” Jake agrees. “I’m not following. Lori’s dangerous to the future of ACL. You do see that, right? If we have her on the show, she’s going to try to tear us apart on national TV. Live TV. There won’t be any coming back from that.”

  I nod slowly. “But what if we can flip it on its head?”

  “How?” he asks again.

  So I explain. When I’m done, the two men exchange glances, neither looking convinced. I sigh in frustration. They aren’t going to go for it.

  “I don’t know, Layla,” Toby says. “I still think it’s a bad idea. We’ve put too much into ACL to risk it all like this. It’s too unpredictable.”

  I focus my attention on Jake. “Do you trust me?”

  He nods reluctantly. “You know I do.”

  “Then can you please just trust me on this?” I hold my breath as he considers my words. Another long silence passes.

  Finally, he blows out a hard sigh and nods. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

  Jake

  “Good evening, everyone, and welcome to a brand new live broadcast of A Cunning Linguist. I’m your host, Jake Kent, and tonight I have my protégé Toby with me as a guest host. Please welcome him to the show.”

  I flash the camera my trademark megawatt grin as the live audience goes crazy for Toby. He really is a (only very slightly) younger version of me. The women obviously find him attractive. Perfect.

  When the cheers settle down a bit, I continue my spiel. “We’ve been on hiatus for a few weeks now, and it’s good to be back.” More whoops and cheers. They fucking love me. “So tonight we’re doing something a little different, but don’t worry, I think you’re going to love it.”

  Settling in and looking earnestly into the camera, I lay it out for everyone who’s watching. “You’ve probably seen that we’ve been all over the media in the past few weeks. It’s amazing what a national debate our last live broadcast incited. The battle against censorship is real, and I’ve never been afraid to take it on, as you know. I feel passionately that women—and men, but let’s be real, this affects women more frequently—should be free and uninhibited when it comes to their sexuality. So we’re going to discuss whether agencies should have the authority to determine exactly what that means. But we have more than that for you. Tonight, I want to have a roundtable discussion with two key players in the industry. We’re going to dive in and go a little deeper to discuss the ethics behind it in a roundtable discussion. So, let’s get right to it. Let me introduce you to our guests tonight. Please welcome Lori and Layla to the show.”

  I watch as Layla accompanies Lori onto the stage and they take their seats at the table across from us, Lori across from Toby, and Layla across from me.

  I have no idea if this is going to work. It could still blow up in our faces. But I’m willing to give it a shot.

  Extending my hand to Lori, I realize that Toby’s beaten me to it. But holy shit, the way he’s looking at her is totally unexpected. He’s holding her hand in his and smiling at her in that way that makes women want to drop their panties in seconds flat. He learned that from me, by the way. In fact, let’s just take a second and make it clear right here that any game Toby might have, he learne
d it from me. Got that? Great. Moving on.

  “Welcome to the show, Lori,” Toby says in a voice that can only be described as seductive. I feel fucking weird saying that about my wingman, but it’s the truth. He’s working his magic on her. And she seems to be responding. Uptight, straight-laced, oral-sex-is-offensive Lori is totally creaming her panties right now. I’m sure of it.

  I mean, I’m the expert, right? I would know. I look at the camera and arch an eyebrow, making sure the viewers catch on to what I’m witnessing. Then I wink and turn back to them.

  “Yes, Lori. Welcome,” I say. And she doesn’t even look at me. Well damn.

  I turn to Layla with a what-the-fuck look, but she looks just as baffled as I am. Okay then. “Layla, welcome to A Cunning Linguist.”

  “Thanks for having us, Jake.”

  I look at her for half a beat, losing my train of thought. She just called me Jake for like the first time ever.

  Layla winks. “That is what your friends call you, right?”

  I want to laugh. She’s fucking with me on live TV. God, I love this woman. Always keeping me on my toes.

  “Indeed. Okay, so like I said, tonight we’re going to talk about the ethics of censorship. In case anyone wasn’t aware, Layla and Lori here work for the FCC, and Layla was personally responsible for the investigation. We spent a lot of time together over the last few weeks, and she got an insider peek into how the show works. Tell us about that.”

  “Thanks, Jake. I was initially given the assignment by Lori,” she gestures to Lori and then pauses, wide-eyed, as she realizes Lori isn’t even paying close attention to what’s been said so far. She’s looking back and forth between us like she’s listening, but I can tell that she’s hyper-aware of Toby, who’s moved his chair from being across to her so that he’s now sitting next to her. Interesting.

  I move my index finger in a circle, gesturing for Layla to keep going. The cameras are rolling and focused right on her.

  She dives into a breakdown of her plans to interview the women who’d been on the show, with her goal of finding out what really happens when the women come on as guests. She goes through the whole thing, from how she thought they’d all be humiliated about the whole thing to discovering that every single one of them said the show changed their lives.

  She’s totally going off script. We’re supposed to be talking about ethics, and instead she’s talking about how the women were only confirmation of what she’d already come to discover—that liberation from society’s constraints about sex benefitted everyone.

  When she’s done and the camera flips back to me, she gives me a come on catch up look and tilts her head toward Toby and Layla. They’re now totally focused on each other. And the dude has a raging hard on that he isn’t doing anything to hide. Not that he should-that’s not how we roll on this show.

  But now I get what she’s doing—capitalizing on their very apparent attraction. So I roll with it.

  “Lori, what are your thoughts on Layla’s discoveries?” I say, smiling when she jerks her head toward me in surprise.

  “Oh, well, um. I have to say, it wasn’t what I expected.”

  Fucking Lori isn’t what I expected. Like at all. I had worked her up to be some total bitch, but she really just reminds me of a lot of my viewers and guests. Some who just want to know if there’s more out there for them than what they’ve experienced. Yes, yes there is.

  “How so?”

  She blushes. “Well, I just never imagined that so many people would say that it changed their lives. I mean, it was every last person.”

  Toby jumps in. “Why do you think that is, Lori?” He looks at her earnestly, a look I know I’ve given countless women. I have to admit, the dude has skills. But he’s not just playing a role. Even though Toby’s been vying to guest host forever, he’s totally there with me on the reason we do this.

  Lori bites her lip—another gesture I’ve seen a million times. “I think it must be, well, freeing.”

  “Exactly,” Toby says, reaching for her hand. “Let me ask you something. And correct me if I’m wrong. But have you felt trapped or bound by limits on things other people told you were wrong? Maybe even felt guilty that you wanted these things for yourself?”

  Holy fucking shit.

  I can see it happening and Lori doesn’t even realize what’s coming. Or rather what will be coming—her. Toby’s totally rocking this shit, getting Lori hot just with his words.

  She nods.

  Toby smiles and leans in, resting his hand on her thigh now and tracing light circles just above her knee. “And maybe you feel like these women who Jake has helped were getting something you deserved, too?”

  His hand moves higher, and Lori’s eyes start to flutter. She swallows hard and nods again.

  I glance over at Layla. This is too perfect. We couldn’t have planned this even if we wanted to.

  “Lori,” Layla says, “you do deserve it. I think you need to give this show a chance—a real firsthand experience kind of chance—before you make your decision.”

  That’s all Lori needs to hear, apparently. “Okay.”

  I want to cheer along with the crowd because that was almost too fucking easy. But my man Toby has talent, it seems.

  I clap him on the back. “Okay, dude, this is your chance to prove if you can handle the show.”

  I silently will him not to fuck this up. For lots of reasons. Not only could we still be slapped with the fines, but if he totally sucks at this I don’t know where that leaves Layla and I. I still haven’t told her my plans for Toby to be my successor.

  But come on, I shouldn’t doubt the guy. He learned from the best, right? He’s hungry to prove himself.

  Um, well, or just plain hungry. Because he doesn’t waste a second.

  Toby drops to his knees in front of Lori and grabs her legs, swinging them up over his shoulders as he pushes up her dress in one quick motion, exposing a lacy thong that’s—yep, I look over his shoulder just to be sure—totally fucking soaked.

  Damn, son.

  Layla and I watch as he gives her the premium treatment, and the next thing I know, Layla’s moving over next to me and straddling my lap.

  The audience fucking loses it, almost growing out the moans that are coming from Lori’s mouth now that Toby’s removed her thong and is working her over thoroughly. I have to say, this episode is probably one for the records. Lori wanted her world rocked? Done.

  She’s already coming, but Toby doesn’t let up. He’s in for round two like a champ.

  I pull my attention back to Layla as she grinds against my cock. “You’re not going to let him show you up are you?” she whispers in my ear.

  Hell fucking no, I’m not.

  “I know my girl likes to put on a show,” I whisper back, cupping her tits in my hands and squeezing, making her head fall back with her own moan. “Let’s give them all a show they’ll never forget.”

  Layla

  I grind against Jake's cock. “You’re not going to let him show you up are you?” I whisper in his ear.

  “I know my girl likes to put on a show,” he whispers back, cupping my tits in his hands and squeezing, making my head fall back as I moan. “Let’s give them all a show they’ll never forget.”

  I like the sound of that. I like it a lot. His hands may be the first thing that he showed me that he was good with, but I think it's time for me to show America what it means to lock down the most famous tongue in the country. "Show me this act you're so famous for," I say, keeping my voice sweet so he knows this isn't about me being jealous of anything he's done on this show with other women.

  "Don't mind if I do," Jake says, lifting me up and sitting me in a chair.

  His eyes never leave mine as he goes down to his knees right in front of me, his hands reaching for my breasts. He squeezes my tits the moment his knees touch the floor, and he squeezes them harshly, forcing a scream of delight out of my mouth.

  Letting go of my breasts, he slides
his fingers down to my thong but, instead of just yanking it off me, he just hooks his fingers on the fabric. Then, moving so fast his movement becomes a blur, he takes his hands to my ass cheeks and pulls into him; he dives into me at the same time, and another loud scream explodes in my mouth as he simply crushes his face against my pussy.

  His mouth is open wide, and he doesn’t waste a second; he starts sucking on my wetness over the drenched fabric of my thong, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks. He does it hungrily, even pulling at the fabric with his teeth.

  Eating me out like a man possessed, he grabs my thong and pulls it against my outer thigh. The fabric tears and he just throws the thong away, his hands once again on my ass. Pushing on my cheeks, he forces me to raise my legs and I place them over his shoulders, crossing them over his shoulder blades where he’s on his knees in front of my chair.

  “Fuck, you’re delicious,” he says as he comes up for air, but he’s back on me in a heartbeat. He runs his tongue up and down my pussy lips, scooting my ass closer to him so that it's dangling off the edge of my chair.

  I feel a ball of pleasure growing inside my stomach, burning my nerve endings with fiery stabs of maddening electricity, and I know it won’t take long for me to come in front of this insane crowd of horny women. I bet that most of them would commit murder for the chance to trade places with me. Well, tough luck, girls; right now, Jake’s mine…and even though Toby is the new Cunning Linguist, he’s taken right now, too. Lori’s making the kind of sounds, well, that tell me Jake knows how to teach what he knows.

  Jake uses his tongue to press down on my clit; he turns that ball of pleasure inside my stomach into a hurricane of ecstasy. I throw my head back and scream as loud as I can, my lungs working so hard that they are straining against my ribcage.

  “OH GOD!” I shout, a violent orgasm stabbing my mind over and over again. I grit my teeth and just hiss when my throat gives up on me, Jake’s tongue still working my pussy with a blind fury.