Tommy Kruger walked into his boss's office with a forced calm. Dressed in bermuda shorts and an a-frame t-shirt he forces a smirk onto his face, one his boss has fallen for before. He should know, he slept with her. Hell, that's how he got the job in the first place.
Tommy Kruger stood at 6'2" at the moment, but he was barefoot so normally it was a little higher. Dark hair and blue eyes his skin was tanned but not purposely. More because he liked to work outside more then anything. Between a body toned like a professional acrobat, which he would have been if he wasn't so tall, and his old-fashioned handsome looks he looked like a cross between a young and excited lover and a 40's film star. James Dean if he worked out more.
Which worked great for him. Tommy Kruger was better known to the world as 'Max Holmes', a rising star in the world of adult entertainment. His boss, eccentric pron producer Denicia DeVille, was a hispanic woman in her late-30's who could still act in the films if she wanted to- but prefers producing it seems. Whether it's for the money, or the control he could never tell.
Today, she wore red. It was never good when she wore red. It meant she was considering firing somebody.
"Tommy," she says with an evil grin, "Sit down."
He does so, keeping his cool.
"Tommy, how's my little studio been for your career?"
"Great, the 'Tom Cat' series is winning awards and the 'Satyr' series is looking that way too."
"Good, because I want to do something Tommy. How many women have you slept with?"
Heh, for a man like Tommy this normally wouldn't be an easy question. He was a jock in high school, a womanizer in college, a personal trainer after college, then switched careers to a male porn star after words. All of those jobs and titles got him laid quite a bit.
"Hundred, Denicia"
"How many exactly?"
Heh, now we reach the meat of it. Tommy knew exactly, because he kept a sex journal. Always has, from the time he last to his virginity when he was 16 until now.
"841"
"From the journal, right?" she asks, smiling knowingly. She was an entry somewhere in the 400's after all.
"Right."
"So now you see my problem. I want to sell you as the youngest man on the planet who has fucked over 1,000 women but you keep that journal. Someone gets their hands on it they'd know we were lying."
"Um, does this mean you're firing me for only having slept with over 800 ladies instead of over 1,000?"
"Of course not Tommy," she grins like a predator, "I'm going to put you on a stipend, give you time off work, even help hook you up with the occasional new partner. I'm going to pay you to fuck around until you get to 1,000 notches on your bed post. But there's a catch- if you don't make 1,000 by the end of the year, THEN you are fired. Does that sound like a plan?" |