Longform

Vince was a sleazy porn producer for an offshoot of Blacked. He sat there, in Douglas's home, with his palm on the knee of Chelsie, who still shot as Meadow Rain.

"So, we're thinking of a new type of porn," Vince said, smacking noisily on a piece of gum. "You know longform journalism?"

"C'mon," Douglas said, rolling his eyes. "Longform journalism is great for reading, but porn watchers have about five minutes in them ... max."

"True, true," Vince said. "But think about it. Some big Black bull in here, fucking your wife, while the cameras roll. Raw footage shit, like Blacked Raw. Minimal scripting. And the audience watches you do your white boy shit, leave, and then my man Lennox comes in here and lays the pipe. And chemistry develops."

"To what end?" Chelsie asked, quirking her brow.

"Well, it's gotta be organic," Vince allowed. "But we'll get real time feedback for what people like to see." Chelsie leaned over, kissing Douglas on the cheek.

"You did want me home more," she reminded him.