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CHAPTER 22

Jaime

“Thanks, man, for squeezing me in on such short notice.” Ray had managed to set up a meeting with Blake Burns, the head of SIN-TV, Conquest Broadcasting’s very successful cable porn channel.

“I shuffled around a couple of bullshit meetings. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got.”

Sitting next to Blake in his state-of-the-art conference room, I loaded up the thirty-second branding spot my ZAP! team had created. As it played on the massive flat screen TV, the young, handsome, Armani-clad executive kept his eyes glued to the monitor as a collage of sexy, scantily clad big-boobed women in titillating poses danced to hot, pulsing music. All were stars of his lineup. At the end, one of them popped out of a volcano. She plumped up her breasts and licked her lips. Her voice was sultry.

“SIN-TV. Television so hot it’ll melt your screen.”

Blake’s gaze widened as the fiery phallic volcano exploded like an orgasm, a semen-like stream of lava dripping over the SIN-TV logo.

I flipped the presentation off as Blake sat back in his chair, his hands folded behind his head, and blew out a breath of air.

“Well?” I asked.

“Wow! It’s perfect.”

I smiled. Just as I hoped. My talented team had done an amazing job. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I don’t like it. I fucking love it. Thanks, man.”

SIN-TV’s rating were already making headlines. I was confident that our new network campaign would draw even more viewers to the already popular porn channel.

“Come.” He stopped short, and laughed. “No pun, intended. Let’s grab lunch and talk some more.”

Ten minutes later, I was seated across from Blake in Conquest Broadcasting’s Executive Dining Room. The bustling place was surprisingly formal, with white linen-covered tables and uniformed waiters in red topcoats. As the maître d’ escorted us to Blake’s regular table, many stopped to greet him, including some of Conquest Broadcasting’s biggest stars. The son of the network’s billionaire founder, Saul Bernstein, Blake was rumored to take the helms once his father retired.

After ordering club sandwiches and cokes, we began to talk business with Blake starting off.

“Do you think our new ad campaign will draw women to the network? Our ratings suck with that demographic.”

The cokes arrived and I took a glug of mine. “Your network’s programming is targeted at men. Sex and conquest. Pure porn. Women want something different.”

Blake’s brows lifted. “What do you mean?”

I’d learned a lot from Gloria and the campaign I was working on with her. Just the thought of her made my dick stiffen beneath the table. I’d be seeing her right after lunch. Her Culver City headquarters weren’t far from the Conquest Broadcasting lot.

“Women want more than sex. They want romance. A story.”

“So our number one show, Private Dick, doesn’t cut it for them?”

“Hardly, no pun intended. They want something more than watching twelve-inch dicks being sucked or beat off. You should do some research.”

“I hate research. I follow my gut.”

Just in time the sandwiches arrived along with a complimentary order of fries. Blake grabbed a fry and dipped it into the side of ketchup. “I’ve been trying to get new advertisers to the network.”

I bit into my sandwich. “Like who?”

“Gloria’s Secret to name one.”

I almost choked on my mouthful of turkey and bacon, but managed to swallow it down with a gulp of my Coke. “What do you know about her?” I cleared my throat. “I mean them?” I didn’t tell my companion that she-slash-they was my newest client.

“The number one women’s lingerie company in the world. Looking to expand. I’ve wooed Gloria, but she doesn’t think we’re a good fit.”

For a minute, my dirty, jealous mind thought he was referring to his cock and her pussy. Man, was I twisted.

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