She's not comfortable

"It's a chance to go big-time," Matt said, "but I feel sort of like that fetal pig in our biology class... about to undergo dissection."

Tanya shook her head. "I can't believe you didn't agree with him once he laid that macho trip on you."

"What? You think I'm that insecure in my masculinity? Besides, my dad is a salesman. I've heard that kind of shit since I can remember. Anyway, we're partners in this deal. Are we going to bring your dad in or not."

"Okay." She took a deep breath and Matt found himself completely distracted by the way breathing made her tits move. Maybe Mr. Adams had a point about making decisions by himself because his brain was definitely threatening shut-down.

"Uh, what were you saying?" he said.

"Crap, Matt. You've got to pull it together."

"I didn't get a lot of sleep last night... funny thing about jail, I guess. And I sometimes get a little distracted when beautiful women are around."

"You're such a goomba."

He wasn't sure that was a great thing but it sounded like an affectionate insult rather than a mean one. "Anyway, what were you saying. I promise I'm focused now."

"I was running through advantages and disadvantages. Basically, if we give him fifty percent, he owns us. He's in charge. Which is not necessarily all bad... he's smart and tough and he'll do whatever it takes to make our business successful. And, like he said, if we don't agree, he can take the concept, bring in a bunch of high-school-age wanna-be starlets freshly come to L.A. to become movie stars, and do it himself."

"But?"

"But it's our deal, my chance to show that I can do something on my own rather than just be daddy's little girl and cum-slut. Do you really think that if we're working for him, I'm not going to be sucking his cock like old times. Hell, he already had me getting you and him coffee like I was some 1950s secretary or something."

"But?"

"But this place is great. We could set up studios, have multiple streams going on at once, be a shelter to any girl who's getting abused at home or whatever, and not have to worry about zoning or your mom knocking over a camera during the night or anything. It's big-time and we'd be in the bizz. Someone is going to get rich on this and if we don't up our game, it isn't going to be us. And dad's help is one way to up our game."

"But there are other ways. Your dad isn't the only person in Hollywood who is looking for trends. We could talk to some of the others, get a bidding war going, let your dad know he's not the only game we've got going."

"Can we do it by tomorrow? Because if we don't have our Cherry-smash on schedule, we've just lost all of our credibility."

Matt sighed. That was a problem and the answer was 'no,' there was no way they were going to get into major Hollywood producers' doors, let alone sign a deal and get the equipment and studio space they needed in time.

"Tanya, I'm going in there to negotiate with him. I need you to back me up no matter what I say, and I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"

"I don't know... Hell, I guess I can. I can always quit and do something else if this doesn't work."

It wasn't the best compliment he'd ever gotten but it was as good as he was going to get until he earned more.

"All right, let's go. Remember, back me up and don't cave. He's had eighteen years to work you and he'll manipulate you to get at me so don't let him. Okay?"

"Got it. Let's go and Matt?"

"Huh?"

"If you pull off a miracle here, I'll let you squeeze my tits."

"I'd better work a miracle then, hadn't I?"

"I hope so."

She didn't sound very confident, though.