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THE PRODUCER CH.2
THE PRODUCER CH.2
But they didn't let on.
"He's the new guy?! Of course, he's on board. He doesn't want to rock the boat," Cliff Clifton belted out.
Sue, Kat's middle child, decided to approach the topic from a different angle.
"Can't you guys do a little something to even the playing field? C'mon, fellas. You know how much female nudity is exploited in todays, society!" the plucky blonde noted.
"She has a point, guys," Chandler agreed with some lightheartedness.
"Hey, we even have a big sign all ready, to go. CFNM Games I. Big Roman numeral. The first of many, we hope."
John glanced around the table, seeing the variety of expressions on the men's faces.
Three of the guys were into it, three not so much.
"Now if you threw some boobs and bush into the mix, now you're talking,'" offered Baxter Brandt.
Now it was Kat who sighed.
"You're missing the point, Baxter," she said, as Paige turned up the radio just a bit, to hear Peter Gabriel's 'Sledgehammer.'
"Cee, Eff, Enn, Emm," Sue spelled out. "You do know what it stands for, don't you?"
"Sue, let me take this. Baxter, the whole point - "
"No, Kat, I got it," Chandler jumped in. "Look, there's goanna be great food, unlimited beer, great music. Kat and her daughters as the judges. Guys, what do we got to lose?"
"Our clothes, for one," kidded Art.
"There's prizes," Kat said enticingly. "Best abs cutest butt a sportsmanship award laugh."
The men were perking up a bit.
"Biggest schlong," she added, long and drawn out, eliciting chuckles from the entire room.
"Oh, well, might as well have Abraham's name engraved on the trophy already," quipped Reece.
"Thing looks like one of the sandworms from the movie, Dune," Bob belted out.
Kat waited for the crescendo to die down.
"There IS a first, second and third for every category, so."
"What are some of the events?" John posed.
"Uh, potato sack race, wheelbarrow race" Kat went on.
"Whole lotta dick flopping going on," laughed Chandler.
Most of the men joined in on the laughter themselves.
"And then, some that are a little more risqué," Kat added. "Who has the best, ahem, stroking technique who can shoot the furthest."
The guys' eyes all widened.
"W-w-wait...we're goanna have masturbation involved here?" asked Reece Bing.
"Of course, we are!" Katherine gushed in a wonderfully rich, nurturing tone. "Masturbation is a healthy, wholesome activity and should be celebrated," Kat said easily, glancing sexily at John.
He blushed a bit.
"Guys, I have to say I'm coming around, no pun intended," said Richie Kala azar, who at first was a naysayer but swiftly altered his take on things.
"AND, all of the proceeds of the event and video go to three separate charities," Kat informed.
"It's going to charity?" asked Bob.
"Of course, it is" she insisted. "You think I would 'exploit' you guys to line my own pockets?"
Not that Kat needed to. She lived in a palace.
But she wasn't one to rest on her laurels.
"Should we take a vote?" posed Mitchell Evans.
"Nah, I'm good. I'm in," said Art, the biggest proponent at first. "Hell, I'll show my dick for a good cause."
Laughter and applause filled the room.
Kat winked at John and the plans were set in motion.
Over the next few weeks, John found it more and more difficult to focus on his work, but in a good way.
He was so engrossed with the thoughts of CFNM Games I, that he couldn't keep his mind on editing simple instructional videos.
"John, hon, I was hoping you could do me a favor and mail this to."
Kat began, still writing an address on the envelope.
"Tucson, Arizona. It's for a friend."
"No problem," he said, glad to get out of the office for a bit and out into some fresh air.
He got in the car and drove.
More and more every day, Katherine Fairbox mansion was beginning to feel like its own little world.
As glad as he was to get outside, he suddenly felt sad when pulling away from the manor.
Like Peter Pan leaving Neverland.
John was a decent bowler, but never did he feel so inferior as he did when facing Abraham.
Strike, strike, strike.
And the sound the pins made when Abraham's ball exploded into the pocket.
"278 to 167," Abraham reported with a big smile, so quick to rub it in.
"Yeah, yeah, another good game, man, I got to say," John humbly replied
To be continued
But they didn't let on.
"He's the new guy?! Of course, he's on board. He doesn't want to rock the boat," Cliff Clifton belted out.
Sue, Kat's middle child, decided to approach the topic from a different angle.
"Can't you guys do a little something to even the playing field? C'mon, fellas. You know how much female nudity is exploited in todays, society!" the plucky blonde noted.
"She has a point, guys," Chandler agreed with some lightheartedness.
"Hey, we even have a big sign all ready, to go. CFNM Games I. Big Roman numeral. The first of many, we hope."
John glanced around the table, seeing the variety of expressions on the men's faces.
Three of the guys were into it, three not so much.
"Now if you threw some boobs and bush into the mix, now you're talking,'" offered Baxter Brandt.
Now it was Kat who sighed.
"You're missing the point, Baxter," she said, as Paige turned up the radio just a bit, to hear Peter Gabriel's 'Sledgehammer.'
"Cee, Eff, Enn, Emm," Sue spelled out. "You do know what it stands for, don't you?"
"Sue, let me take this. Baxter, the whole point - "
"No, Kat, I got it," Chandler jumped in. "Look, there's goanna be great food, unlimited beer, great music. Kat and her daughters as the judges. Guys, what do we got to lose?"
"Our clothes, for one," kidded Art.
"There's prizes," Kat said enticingly. "Best abs cutest butt a sportsmanship award laugh."
The men were perking up a bit.
"Biggest schlong," she added, long and drawn out, eliciting chuckles from the entire room.
"Oh, well, might as well have Abraham's name engraved on the trophy already," quipped Reece.
"Thing looks like one of the sandworms from the movie, Dune," Bob belted out.
Kat waited for the crescendo to die down.
"There IS a first, second and third for every category, so."
"What are some of the events?" John posed.
"Uh, potato sack race, wheelbarrow race" Kat went on.
"Whole lotta dick flopping going on," laughed Chandler.
Most of the men joined in on the laughter themselves.
"And then, some that are a little more risqué," Kat added. "Who has the best, ahem, stroking technique who can shoot the furthest."
The guys' eyes all widened.
"W-w-wait...we're goanna have masturbation involved here?" asked Reece Bing.
"Of course, we are!" Katherine gushed in a wonderfully rich, nurturing tone. "Masturbation is a healthy, wholesome activity and should be celebrated," Kat said easily, glancing sexily at John.
He blushed a bit.
"Guys, I have to say I'm coming around, no pun intended," said Richie Kala azar, who at first was a naysayer but swiftly altered his take on things.
"AND, all of the proceeds of the event and video go to three separate charities," Kat informed.
"It's going to charity?" asked Bob.
"Of course, it is" she insisted. "You think I would 'exploit' you guys to line my own pockets?"
Not that Kat needed to. She lived in a palace.
But she wasn't one to rest on her laurels.
"Should we take a vote?" posed Mitchell Evans.
"Nah, I'm good. I'm in," said Art, the biggest proponent at first. "Hell, I'll show my dick for a good cause."
Laughter and applause filled the room.
Kat winked at John and the plans were set in motion.
Over the next few weeks, John found it more and more difficult to focus on his work, but in a good way.
He was so engrossed with the thoughts of CFNM Games I, that he couldn't keep his mind on editing simple instructional videos.
"John, hon, I was hoping you could do me a favor and mail this to."
Kat began, still writing an address on the envelope.
"Tucson, Arizona. It's for a friend."
"No problem," he said, glad to get out of the office for a bit and out into some fresh air.
He got in the car and drove.
More and more every day, Katherine Fairbox mansion was beginning to feel like its own little world.
As glad as he was to get outside, he suddenly felt sad when pulling away from the manor.
Like Peter Pan leaving Neverland.
John was a decent bowler, but never did he feel so inferior as he did when facing Abraham.
Strike, strike, strike.
And the sound the pins made when Abraham's ball exploded into the pocket.
"278 to 167," Abraham reported with a big smile, so quick to rub it in.
"Yeah, yeah, another good game, man, I got to say," John humbly replied
To be continued
Published 27th Nov 2021
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27th Nov 2021 7:05am
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