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CHAPTER 26

Drake

One of my many job responsibilities, and among my favorites, was overseeing Danger Rangers recording sessions. Our in-house studio was being refurbished—updated with the latest state-of-the-art equipment to impress my father’s courter, Gunther Saxton—so we were now temporarily holding them at a studio in North Hollywood, not too far away from our headquarters.

Why did I like them so much? They were fun. I got to kick up my legs in the control room with the voice director and audio engineer and watch the actors do their job in the soundproof recording booth. Jennifer Burns, the head of Peanuts TV, was also usually there, and it was an opportunity to schmooze her, something I excelled at doing. I’d inherited this social skill from my father, who was indeed the King of Schmooze. His ability to charm powerful network executives, whether they be personable ones like Jen or tough cookies like some of her competitors, had a lot to do with his success as well as the pending deal with Gunther Saxton, who was notorious for his ruthlessness.

“I love this episode,” said Jen before we moved on to the next line. She was seated between the director and me, taking notes.

“Me too.” I honestly did. Now in its twenty-second season and still going strong, the Danger Rangers were being threatened by the latest villain to land in Bay City. The Exterminator, a half-racecar cyborg, who wanted to eliminate the Rangers.

While the pace was fast, the atmosphere was laid back. The fun part for the actors was that they could come to work in their pajamas if they wanted and they didn’t have to memorize their lines. Furthermore, being a voice actor often let them play a role that they were not normally associated with… like Brandon Taylor, America’s number one action hero, who was guest-starring as the evil Exterminator. Charlie Atlas, our flamboyantly gay voice director, was a hoot, throwing the actors hilarious jibes, while getting them to deliver their lines perfectly in just a few takes.

“Taylor, give me a grunt,” he shouted out.

“Ugh!” huffed Brandon.

“Jesus, Brandon. Don’t give me a grunt that sounds like you’re ramming your wife.”

All of us burst out in hysterical laughter, including Brandon and the other actors.

“Charlie, what exactly do you want?” asked Brandon, still laughing.

“Pretend you’re the Incredible Hulk and you’re mad as hell.”

“Okay.”

“Line 228. Take two,” called out the engineer.

Taking a couple fortifying breaths, Brandon got back into character and scowled. On Charlie’s count of three, he let out a thunderous grunt that almost knocked the other actors off their stools.

“Keep that,” an elated Charlie told the engineer and then met Brandon’s gaze through the glass window. “That was so gorgeous I came in my pants!”

More laughter all around. Like I said, Charlie was uninhibited and outrageous. Thank God, parents and kids didn’t know what went on behind the scenes of our G-rated cartoons. For laughs, storyboard artists liked to occasionally draw the Danger Rangers with big dicks bursting through their latex superhero outfits, and writers liked to sneak in lines like “Fuck off, asswipe” to keep the network executives and broadcast standards peeps on their toes. My mind flashed to Dee and her precocious daughter. As much as Tyson wanted to meet the actors who played the Danger Rangers, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to have asked them to come to the racy recording session.

“Yo, Charlie. My temp and her six-year-old daughter will be here soon. Do you think you could tone it down a bit?” A bit? By a landslide.

“Honey, just call me Glenda, the Good Witch of the North,” he retorted in an overly effeminate falsetto voice. I fucking loved Charlie. A total pro, he was simply the best.

Fifteen minutes later, Dee and Ty arrived. We were on a roll, more than halfway through the script.

“Hi, Drake!” shouted Ty, running over to give me a hug.

“Shh!” I put a shushing finger to my mouth.

“Okay,” she rasped back softly as she peered through the window. “Are those the Danger Rangers?”

“Yes. You’ll get to meet them soon.”

“YAY!” She gave me another hug.

“Oh my goodness, what an adorable little girl!” exclaimed Jennifer. Wearing shorts, a Danger Rangers T-shirt, and her red cape, my favorite little girl indeed was the epitome of cuteness. I could just eat her up.

“Hi, Drake,” said another soft, raspy voice that made my cock stir. Dee. I turned and met her gaze. As our eyes locked, a spark of electricity lit up the air between us. Dressed in jeans and a jersey that revealed the contours of her perky boobs, I had to will myself not to take her into my arms and consume her. I also had to will my cock to behave.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I told her in a business-like voice, pointing to the vacant chair next to mine.

“Drake, can I sit on your lap?” asked Ty, her big smile melting me. The small gap between her front teeth only added to her cuteness. I had a gap like that, too, when I was a kid.

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