She's all numbers... and they aren't good

Mrs. Fellers snatched the PC from Tanya and plopped herself in a director's chair only a few inches off-screen.

She frowned as she scrolled through the complicated spreadsheets Tanya had created, completely tuning out the show Betty despite the college girl putting on the best show Matt could imagine.

After half an hour of of silent study, Mrs. Fellers stood. "Follow me." She looked at Tanya. "You, too, blondie."

Matt wondered if he shouldn't get his sister or even his mom involved but decided doing so would make him look weak to Mrs. Fellers and if he'd learned one thing about her, it was that she thought of herself as a shark. Anything weak and bleeding would provoke an attack.

"You can see," he said after he'd led her into a small room that had once been an employee break area, "that we're doing pretty well. Considering that we started with nothing, we've got great name recognition and..."

"And you're throwing away value," Mrs. Fellers said. "You're running your operation like you don't care about money at all. Which is fine if you're just hobbyists trying to impress a girl but it's no business."

"But--"

"She's right," Tanya said. "We've been doing okay because we have a supply of fresh girls, because we're different, and because our production values are excellent considering what we are. But if you look at our growth trajectory, you'll see that our growth peaked with the cherry-smash. The new ideas you had were good but we're tapering off."

Mrs. Fellers looked impressed by Tanya's analysis. "I guess you learned something from your pimp father."

"So, does this mean you're going to try to put us in jail?" Tanya demanded. "Because we've got support for any legal battle and your man isn't going to be President forever."

Mrs. Fellers laughed. "My man? It doesn't matter who is elected, they all need money. But no, Matt impressed me at the... art exhibition. And you impress me with your financial acumen. Get down on your knees and eat out my pussy and I'll help you figure out how to get this ship off the rocks."

"How about you eat my pussy," Tanya said. "Because I may be Matt's slut but I'm not yours."

Oh, cool. Matt hadn't realized Tanya thought of herself as his slut. Then again, there could have been a lot better times to have this conversation.

"You may have been the head bitch around here up until now..." Mrs. Fellers stood and got in Tanya's face, "but there's a new top dog in town. You do what I say or I'll make you."

Oh, shit. He'd thought he had things under control and now everything was blowing up in his face.

Getting a boner watching the two hot females square off ultimately over him was definitely a thing. But this wasn't a fight Matt could win no matter which women dominated. Hell, he had to step in... but what could he do?