Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

... blond chick in pigtails rubbing birthday cake all over her naked body. She had a butt plug up her ass. The scene cut to her rubbing cake all over a giant flesh-colored dildo, and then shoving it in her mouth. Then she was mounting the dildo and riding it anally.

Mandy smiled. She was an authentically beautiful woman, even with her hair pulled back into the ponytail, and the fact that she had on minimal make up.

She clicked off the Scarlet Rendezvous page and opened an article on her computer from Forbes.

"Did you know the porn industry is worth $97 billion globally?" she said. "Obviously, adult VHS tapes and DVDs are ancient history. So are pornographic print magazines, and pay-per-view movies. Everything is done through the internet now. The biggest player is MindGeek, whose branches include Pornhub, RedTube, and YouPorn. These are free sites that make their money off advertising, because they get a gazillion clicks an hour. We are basically subscription only, with some free content, like I said. But our stuff is quality, and we are growing. Not super-fast, but we are showing promise. We've been around now for three years."

"The three year hump," I said. "That's great. That's one of the reasons why I drove all the way down here. Because your company, Scarlet Rendezvous, shows real promise."

"Thank you." She put a hand on my shoulder. "Can I offer you anything to drink? Carol is probably back from lunch by now. I can call her and she can bring in some coffee ...

... or a bottle of water."

"I'm fine," I said. "But thank you."

She was leaning close, and I could smell her perfume.

"Of course." She opened a spreadsheet on her laptop. "Do you want to go over our numbers now? Like I said, we're not taking the porn industry by storm, but we are steadily getting bigger. Our subscriptions have quadrupled in the past six months, and our website traffic is booming. Here. Take a look."

She rolled her chair next to mine, so that our thighs were touching. Her skirt was riding up on her tan legs, and she pulled it down and straightened it. She took her hair out of the ponytail, letting it spill down over her shoulders.

I pretended to study the various numbers in the spreadsheet on the screen. I even took the laptop from her and went through the charade of scrolling up and down the document, nodding and trying to sound impressed. It was just a blur, of course. All I could think about was how good she smelled, how good her legs looked in that short skirt. She had on these incredible open-toed black stilettos, too.

"Yes," I said, handing her back the computer. "This looks great. I'm feeling good about this. Totally."

"I'm so glad," Mandy said. "It would have been a shame for you to drive all the way down here for nothing."

"I agree."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"How many investors do you have?" I said finally.

"A little over 200," she told me. "We take all our money through a crowdfunding site called StartUp. This ...