THE PRODUCER CH.2 part 3

THE PRODUCER CH.2 part 3

"I asked him if he's ever measured that fricking thing and he looked at me like I asked the answer to a calculus problem," John laughed.

"I mean, a schoolhouse ruler can't be big enough to measure what Abraham has," reasoned Sue.

"No, I don't imagine it would be," mused Kat with a hearty laugh.

"It MUST be in the teens," Mary Ellen chimed in with a lovely grin.

"Oh, I don't think there's any question," Kat replied. "I want to know how far INTO the teens it goes..."

Again, amazement gave way to giddy laughter.

"Well, he's definitely goanna be a main attraction at CFNM Games I," Kat said resoundingly.

John loved that Kat so elegantly promoted the name she came up with, and the fact she used the numeral 1, suggesting it was just the first of many.

Over the next couple of months, anyone working at the Fairbox mansion was up to their neck in work.

Several videos had to be finished for production and John was also handling a lot of the PR chores.

Everyone was pressed for time.

On his way back to his office one day, Katherine beckoned John from the powder room, insisting he just come right in.

When he did so, he was startled to see Katherine there brushing her hair in the mirror, wearing stonewash jeans but with no top.

Only a tight-fitting, periwinkle-blue bra kept John from seeing the massive breasts he had heard much about.

"Don't mind me, hon," she said in an easy-going tone.

She continued to brush her hair, glancing over at him every now and again.

'Jesus Christ, they're huge,' John thought to himself. 'Is she doing this just to torture me? If so I kind of like it.'

"Hon, I am in such a rush, and I saw you walking by I have a stack of envelopes I need you to mail, and do you have a minute, hon?" she asked.

"Sure, Kat, I have time," he lied.

He had a million tasks to do with Kat's letters made it a million and one. But he was taking it in stride.

Kat finally put on a Duran, Duran, t-shirt and faced John.

"When is your lease up?" she asked him when finding the right words - it was one of those days when everybody was so frazzled and overworked, sentences were tough to put together.

"Uh...," he pondered.

"I'm asking, John, because I wanted to know how you would feel about moving in here," she said gently.

'Uh, fucking love it?!' John thought to himself.

But he didn't want to seem overeager.

"Uh, sure," he said.

"I just think it would be easier, hon. We love you, and this way you're not commuting back and forth. If we need you to stay late - not that I intend to keep you a lot of late nights - but in a jam, you don't have to worry about driving home," she went on. "Your schedule would be a lot more flexible."

"Great. What would you want from me for rent?" he asked.

She looked at him blankly for a second.

"Oh, hon," she waved at him. "Free room and board without question."

"Seriously, Kat?" he asked, stunned at her generosity.

"Oh, please, hon, it's the least we can do. It's our reward to you for putting up with us 24-7," she laughed.

"Kat, that's...that's incredible, thank you," he replied.

"Thank you, hon," she insisted.

John had basically been given a huge raise, given that he wouldn't have to fork over $500 a month for rent anymore for his one-bedroom place over in Killington, and all his food would also be taken care of.

He figured there might be a bit more asked of him in regards to work but he didn't mind.

"If it's no trouble, hon," Kat insisted. "You could help us out every morning with sorting the mail, vacuuming the heavily-trafficked rooms, and hon, it would be a huge favor if you could take Abraham to and from work every day?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, I don't mean everyday hon, just Monday through Friday," she said.

"Sure."

"Oh, hon, I mean, sorry. Monday through Thursday and then on Sunday," she corrected herself.

"That's cool, Kat," he said easily.

"Poor thing, he usually has to get a ride from somebody at the alley because we're swamped here, but this will be sooooooo much better for him if knows he can depend on you," she said.

John nodded assuredly.

"And be his bowling buddy a few days a week, hon? He's there practicing all by himself and he definitely enjoys the company so."

"Sure, Kat, Abraham's a cool guy," John smiled.

"Great. Oh, that'll be such a big help. He has a tournament coming up in Boston next month and usually we all go up, but I don't know if we'll have time to go up anyhow, if you could mail those letters, hon, find out about your lease, let me know, and we'll go from there?"

"Will do, Kat," he said.

"Hey, did you catch that Whalers game last night? Is that what they're called?" she asked, tugging her tight tee into place.

"Oh, yeah, love hockey. The Whalers beat the Canucks," he told her.

"I saw. Canuck, that's a name for ya," she laughed.

John was looking forward to having Kat as a housemate.

To be continued