Don’t get her hopes up with specifics

I decide not to get her hopes up too high, so I keep my response somewhat vague.

“I have a few ideas, but I’m not sure how it will all pan out yet. I need to check on a few more things, but it is encouraging.”

Tess’s eyes grow moist and she gives me a big hug. “I don’t know how to thank you,” she says.

She is hugging me so tightly that I suspect she can feel my cock giving it’s suggestions of how to be thanked, but I just tell her there is plenty of time to thank me after we see what can be done.

“And did you ask about Sally?”

“I did, and I’m working on that, too.”

Again, Tess throws her arms around me and says, “You are amazing! I can’t wait to tell her!”

By the time Tess detaches herself from me, I’m starting to get turned on enough that I’m rethinking whether I should wait until later for her to ‘thank’ me. I refocus my thoughts, though, realizing I’ll never amount to anything in this company if I spend half my time screwing the hired help.

I find my way to the Development Department. Inside, it is nothing like a corporate office; it looks a lot like a typical living room, with couches and comfy chairs scattered about. I see a couple of white boards with some things written on it such as “Werewolf porn? Spy movie? Anything that shows more of Mae’s boobs....”

Marc and Craig are the two guys currently there, and I introduce myself. They tell me a bit about their jobs, and I have to admit that what I hear sounds really intriguing. Every guy fantasizes about sex, but these guys get paid to do it and to turn the fantasy into visual reality.

I explain my idea about a reboot of “Really Big Brother,” using modern technology. They immediately grasp ahold of the idea.

“I love it,” says Craig. “We can set up the house with a bunch of people and make it into a Survivor-type competition. We’ll give them challenges to perform and then vote off the weakest performer each week. They can do alliances, secret deals, and the works.”

Marc adds another idea. “What if we set it up as a month-long audition, where they have that time to convince the audience that they have what it takes to be the next big porn star? We can still give them challenges, but the grand prize is to be the top-billed star of one of our next big productions.”

Craig throws in another. “What if we didn’t even tell them until it’s all over that we are recording what they do in the house? Have them think they are competing when we take them on set, but then we see what they do when they are home and they think no one is watching?”

Marc has another one: “Or what if we do a competition ahead of time and pick some good amateur guys — red-blooded types — and their prize is that they get to be the ones who audition the aspiring women actresses? We’ll put them all in a house together and tell the women that at the end of the month, those guys will decide which woman will be the next big star? The girls will be falling all over themselves to convince each of the guys — it could be pretty hot!”

I have an idea at this point and say, “Suppose we put out the call and find a bunch of nymphomaniacs, but we don’t clue anyone else in on the fact that all the chicks are uncontrollable sex addicts? Or maybe it would just be one nympho in the midst of the rest, and we can see what the others do, trying to outperform her.”

Pretty soon the three of you are heavily involved in throwing around and refining ideas. You feel like you have been a part of the team for ages. After about an hour, you look at the collection of notes on the white board, and you like what you see.