Porn Brokers

The Porn Brokers

Jan and Bob worry about the impact of modern day living on their thirty
year old son, Jeremy.
What has the world come to, they ask each other over their morning
cuppa, when a potentially hard working young man like Jeremy is unable
to find decent employment. He tries and tries; yet he's unable to get
anywhere. What he needs, they concede, is a decent break.
Jan and Bob have been assisting Jeremy for thirty years. From the time
it was discovered that Jeremy had failed to meet his very first
milestone through utter laziness, Jan and Bob had 'helped'. Jeremy just
needed 'help'. If he received the 'help', according to Jan and Bob each
morning, Jeremy would be a great success.
What Jeremy really needed was a metaphoric kick up the bum. Even his
fifth psychologist and sixth psychiatrist had stated as much - and
without conferring with each other. Jeremy wasn't so much dopey as bone
lazy, and always would be. He needed to be able to act dopey, to be
able to plod. He didn't need to be a great success. Mum and Dad would
take care of him. He was their only child. Indeed, he would not have
been able to manage wealth or fame. He even relied on his mother to
remember his ATM pin number.
It was as Jan and Bob were attempting to secure Jeremy's one hundred
and nineteenth break that the seemingly prudish and extremely upright
Jan and Bob became dealers in 'adult product' - and proud of it.

Bob and Jan lived next door to a young, attractive looking couple. The
couple had moved in to the lovely tree lined Kew street six months
previously, having purchased the five bedroom, three car garage
Californian bungalow on a large allotment. For all intents and
purposes, Bob and Jan's new neighbours appeared to be the
stereotypical, run of the mill, young professional couple. A couple,
Jan and Bob believed, who were bound to provide excellent contacts for
young Jeremy.
It took Jan three months to glean some information from their new
neighbours. Approximately every other day Jan would receive a hurried
hello from the wife to her over-enthusiastic greeting as they reversed
out from their respective but adjoining driveways. The wife attempted
to discourage Jan each and every time, varying her time of departure to
avoid Jan zealousness, but Jan was determined. They looked like such a
nice young couple, prefect potential friends for Jeremy.
Jan and Bob decided to host a belated welcoming soiree for the nice
young professional couple. Bright and early on a sunny October Saturday
morning, Jan and Bob rapped on the door of their neighbours', carrying
a huge terracotta pot, encircled with a big yellow bow, of purple
impatiens.
Following several cups of Simon Johnson tea and a half dozen New York
bagels, Samantha and Andrew, revealed to Jan's and Bob's great delight
that they owned a video import and distribution business. This of
course would explain the need for the five car garage. Jan and Bob grew
even more determined to get to know the neighbours. Samantha and Andrew
felt they couldn't refuse the invitation for drinks that evening after
sharing such an amusing breakfast.
Jan and Bob tidied and fussed all afternoon. Things had to be just
right. They gave Jeremy a hundred dollars to go to the pub with strict
instructions not to return home before midnight. That evening,
following several bottles of Mornington Peninsula pinot and dozens of
insubstantial catered canap?s, Samantha and Andrew, the young
professional couple, agreed to give the absent Jeremy a break. They had
been experiencing problems with couriers, and needed a reliable person
to help ferry product in and around Melbourne. Jan and Bob had sung the
praises of their loving son for hours. Samantha and Andrew, more than a
little tipsy, were under the impression they had just agreed to help
out a young, eager kid who was debating which course to apply at uni.
Jeremy was to begin helping them the following morning at eleven.
Jan and Bob were ecstatic. In bed that night, they congratulated
themselves on their social dexterity. Jeremy would go far. Andrew would
act as a mentor to their lost young son, and mark Bob's words, Jeremy
would be partner in no time. Jeremy would learn to work hard. Gosh,
said Jan, they even worked on Sundays. Samantha and Andrew were so
dedicated.
Jeremy arrived on Samantha and Andrew's doorstep at 11.01 on Sunday
morning, his head screaming from the hundred and eighteen dollars worth
of alcohol he had poured down his throat the previous evening. His
mother had ensured his best smart casual outfit had been pressed and
his father had even shined his shoes. If he didn't bend his head too
suddenly, he could even manage to see his reflection on the shiny
leather. He couldn't voice the usual objections to starting a job that
morning due to his inability to swallow. The dry horrors had hit
hard.
Samantha answered Jeremy's ring, her pre-programmed look of indulgence
replaced by look you give a door to door salesman on your doorstep.
Jeremy finally found his voice and explained who he was. Samantha tried
not to appear to surprised and ushered him in.
Ever positive Andrew took control of the awkward situation and got
everyone to work. Jeremy would be delivering the labelled packages from
the left hand side of garage number one in the new Volkswagen van
parked in garage number five. Jeremy was advised to utilise his best
customer service skills, regardless of the client's attitude. Andrew
sent the quiet Jeremy on his way, and Samantha prayed Jeremy would not
get stun by a booze bus.
At 2.47pm, after a McDonald's pig out and a KFC hit, Jeremy arrived at
his fourth delivery point. As he entered the unmarked shop front, he
began to really think. It finally dawned on Jeremy that he had made
deliveries of small to medium sized packages to two brothels and two
retailers of 'erotica'. He hadn't bothered to ask the hyper Andrew
about the videos. He seemed to recall his mother mentioning some sort
of training system. He began to get curious.
Having finished his deliveries by early evening, he returned to his
neighbour's a very different Jeremy. He had begun to actually think,
the first time in ages, and had worked out the whole scheme in his
mind. Samantha and Andrew made erotic videos of themselves, probably
even with others, and manufactured and distributed them from home.
Jeremy was very interested, but wasn't too sure how to ask Samantha and
Andrew.
Andrew dealt with Jeremy, and handed him and decent amount of cash for
his day's work. Andrew hadn't felt the need to explain his clients, and
Jeremy was too bemused to ask. Jeremy would return the following
morning for more deliveries requiring more customer service management.
Jeremy was very excited.
Jeremy arrived home to Jan and Bob's eager questions. They encountered
a bright eyed Jeremy and were overjoyed. He revealed a strong interest
in his work, and Jan and Bob were so proud.
A week later, Jan and Bob ended up becoming directly involved in their
neighbours' business. Samantha and Andrew needed help picking up
product from warehouses for distribution and Jan and Bob, only too
happy to help their son's company, offered their services for courier
work. Jan even began to pick up boxes from suppliers during the week.
Jeremy really enjoyed his customer base, so Jan and Bob were
delighted.
Two weeks later Jan and Bob were hosting a celebratory dinner in honour
of Jeremy holding down a job for more than four days, with Samantha and
Andrew as special guests when Bob finally thought to ask about the
customer base. Samantha and Andrew were surprised. They thought they
had explained at the soiree that they dealt in erotica, specifically
Tantra-styled instruction. Jan and Bob choked on their Moet. Their
hearing had been impaired by enthusiasm and pinot, and had only heard
the word 'training'.
No one knew what to say. Jan was at first horrified. Thoughts of her
tennis club banning her because she had become a smut peddler were
racing through her head. Bob was attempting to visualise the content,
and Jeremy recalled an actual image from Tantra Two. Andrew explained.
He described the content of the videos as tools of love. Lovers would
use the videos as aids, to overcome any concerns experienced within the
bedroom. Samantha was at pains to point out the value of Jeremy to
their team, and his role in promoting a healthy attitude to a very
natural and fundamental aspect of life&;#8230;desire. Andrew and
Samantha were excellent marketers.
Jan and Bob accustomed themselves to the concept. After all, Jeremy was
happy, and Samantha and Andrew could see a bright future for Jeremy as
part of their team. Jan and Bob began to normalise the team's
product.
To understand the nature of the videos, Jan and Bob began to watch a
few. Jan was secretly thrilled, and Bob became a devotee of the erotic
genre. Their own love life began to improve. Jan and Bob began to
actively promote the team's product, and handed over a substantial
cheque to Andrew and Samantha. Andrew and Samantha were delighted to
receive the cash injection and made further plans to expand the
business.
Andrew and Samantha took advantage of the internet for marketing and
product fulfilment. Rewarding Jeremy for his product enthusiasm, they
sent him on a web management course, and Jeremy became the business'
web marketer and manager. Within the year, Jeremy had managed to treble
the company's net profit. In recognition of Jeremy's success, Andrew
and Samantha made him partner.
And that's how Jan and Bob became soft porn brokers and saw their
dreams for Jeremy realised.