by Keith Trimm
“They will do a shoot for two hundred,” Cassidy said.
“Then give me the fucking two hundred so I can pay them!” Dennis said pissed.
“Not for fat girls,” Cassidy replied.
“You are insane, it’s either eight dollars for a canned shot from Asia, or nothing? You won’t pay these girls what they’re worth? Not every man likes a toothpick with tits, you know. Some like some meat on the bones. The very women you are shunning may be the ones that make you all the money.”
“You have never marketed before have you? Have you ever seen an infomercial before? They give the ILLUSION of "value" Henry said. “Buy 1 at $19.95, and will give you a 2nd one for free.”
“This is a pay site, once they figure out we are reselling sweat shop porn, the next month is gone and so is any referrals,” Dennis replied.
“This is a Marketing ploy...they could easily sell the first one for $9.95...but that is not as titillating as Getting one for free. We disagree, and this is a WASTE of my time, trying to explain why Fat, Average chicks from the Midwest is not the only porn product that sells.”
“Our initial offering should blow their socks off, not make them run away.”
“You are so One-Sided on this issue. That chick you sent a picture of is NEVER...repeat NEVER going to "Blow Someone Away.".....EVER!!!!! NEVER!!!!!!!!!!! Period.” Henry shouted.
“I give up, go fuck yourself and find another photographer, I don’t need this shit. The way you’re running this site, it won’t last six months.” Dennis replied pushing himself from the table.”
“Fine, get the fuck out, photographers are a dime a dozen,” Henry replied.
Dennis stood up and spit on the table before walking away. “What a bunch of stupid fuckers,” he said and left the room.
“We didn’t need him anyway,” Cassidy said. “He held me back the whole time we were out wandering the countryside. Put an ad in the paper and see if we can get a new photographer, one who thinks like we do.”
“I have an idea,” Henry said. “Let’s skip the photographer and just by this prefab porn from these pay sites. It’s cheap and our profits will go up.”
“I agree, screw original content, let’s farm this out on the cheap,” Cassidy said rolling her hair in her hand.
Dennis stood outside the conference room watching the three remaining partners gloat in their own glory. He didn’t feel one bit guilty about what he said and was glad to be rid of them all. His four percent wasn’t going to amount to anything anyway if the company went under due to miss management. He walked past the secretary who was polishing her fingernails. “How are you Mr. Dennis,” she asked looking up at him with her pretty eyes. Dennis knew he could make her into a model if they would let him pay her.
“I’m fine, I’m going for a long walk, not sure when I’ll be back.” he replied.
“You seem upset, is there anything wrong?”
“You know that saying about too many cooks spoiling the soup? That’s the problem, too many Indian chiefs and not enough Indians. Everyone wants to vote on every little detail and micro manage everything to death. I don’t want to get your hopes down, but I think you might be looking for a new job in six months. These fuckers are so full of themselves they can’t see the forest for the trees.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said. “Would you like me to get you a cup of coffee?”
“Did you hear what I just said?”
“Yes sir,”
“Doesn’t that bother you?”
“I can always find another job, I’m not worried,” she replied.
“That was the sanest thing I’ve heard today, thanks for that.”
“No problem, coffee?”
“No, that’s ok, have a nice day.” And with that said, Dennis left the reception area and left the building.
It was three weeks later that Cassidy, Henry and Edwardo were back at the same conference table without Dennis this time. It was an emergency meeting called by Edwardo to discuss the eighty percent drop in subscription renewals and the almost complete end of new sign ups.
“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 kiddin
g 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.
Chapter 28
Back on the horse
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 a
ll 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.
Dennis lay on the surgery table, several specialists were called in and a plan was formed to save the damaged parts and replace the parts they couldn’t repair with either mechanical or animal parts. It would take twenty seven hours on the table, but when they were done Dennis was a new man. Or at least with new parts.