Free Debutante by Madeline Moore Page B

released Tony. He straightened himself and took a deep breath, with the grin of a village idiot plastered on his face.
    â€˜Walk this way,’ said Melody. She opened a door and minced through it.
    Tony did the same, right down to the mince.
    Luke grinned.
    â€˜Don’t think I don’t know what your doin’, Tony,’ said Melody. ‘You’re not so big I can’t put you over my knee.’
    â€˜Promises, promises.’ Tony sighed.
    Luke laughed.
    Emily was already looking past them, at the man behind the desk; the man who held all of their futures in his hands.
    Make this happen.
    She kept her eyes locked on Vito Manero while Melody presented him with his nephew and ‘friends’.
    Manero gave Tony a hug and Luke a handshake but his eyes were locked on Emily’s, too.
    â€˜Emily Forrester, Executive Producer of Naked And In Love Productions Limited.’
    â€˜Vito Manero of Manero Triple X Adult Film Distribution. Everybody, take a seat!’
    They did, with Emily furthest to the right, putting her as close to the man in the power seat as possible. She flipped open the top of her case and crossed her ankles. Mr Manero was nothing like she’d expected. She tried to avoid stereotyping but, in his case, she’d failed. He sold porn, for goodness’ sake! He had no business having freshly coifed iron-grey hair, aquiline features and a broad-shouldered trim body. He wasn’t even wearing pastel polyester, as she’d imagined. His Armani suit was charcoal barathea and his Sulka tie matched, but with narrow stripes of dove grey.
    After declining coffee and tea and accepting bottled water, the three representatives of the neophyte film company received a short, solid education in the business of porn production.
    When he stressed ‘legality’, Emily placed the NAIL Productions Ltd information on his desk. When he stressed ‘clean and adult’ actors she placed the sheaf of head shots and accompanying information of her cast beside the paperwork on NAIL.
    So far, so good.
    Once Melody delivered the bottled water and the three students had cracked them open (with only Tony spilling onto his cords) Manero put his hands on his desk, palms up, and said, ‘So, what can we do for each other, business-wise?’
    Emily began with their most romantic short, the third and last in the series starring Tony and Aileen. She flipped through the discs in her briefcase until she found
Young Love, III
. In it, Tony, now an accomplished lover, brings his demanding but unfaithful girlfriend, Aileen, to a climax so stupendous that she declares her fidelity for evermore.
    She rose, smoothing her linen skirt, and walked to the DVD player. If there was a wiggle to her walk that wasn’t always there, well, her business shoes had platform heels and Manero’s floors were polished to a gloss. She could hardly afford to fall on her face now, could she?
    She bent, turned on the TV and DVD player, inserted the disc, and returned to her seat with the remote in hand. She tossed it into Luke’s lap and leaned forwards, palms flat, onto Manero’s desk. She and Manero were face to face.
    â€˜Let’s see,’ she cooed. She jerked her head at Luke. He hit the remote.
    Emily took a slug of water from her bottle and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth.
Too much?
    Manero seemed mesmerised.
    Em took her seat and turned her eyes to the monitor. She’d made the wrong choice, obviously, but it was too late to change her mind. The
Young Love
trilogy
was so damned romantic
,
a celebration of Eros. This man’s mind had to be saturated with porn. He’d hate it, for sure, because it was so ‘vanilla’. She should have started with something powerful, like the honeymoon anal-fuck film.
    Vito was intent on the screen, deadpan. Being polite, of course. Watching the entire movie because his nephew was involved.
    She crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride