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Alex Carstairs played with his cigar cutter as he eyed the country boy nervously sitting in the chair across from him.  This was always his favorite moment.  Months of auditions and interviews searching, not just for a face and a voice. They had to have the entire package and be in just the right circumstances...  Rodeo cowboy Ryer Montgomery certainly was the entire package.  A classic all-American, innocent, boy-next-door face that could convince an ear of corn to shuck itself combined with a hard-muscled body that was clearly designed for much less innocent pursuits.  An incongruously deep voice that instantly melted panties of all ages.  Guitar skills of an artist well beyond his years.  Piano.  Songwriting.  Killer dance moves.  Everything from his dusty, well-worn boots to the Skoal ring on the left back pocket of his Wranglers to the well-worn hat on his head screamed "country star".  The only thing left now was to determine just how badly the kid wanted it...

 

Ryer's gaze went all around the spacious office taking it all in.  He had never seen anything like it except in movies.  Everything from the multiple shelves of Grammy's on the wall behind Alex to the huge metal desk fashioned from a vintage airplane wing screamed money.   "I'm so close..." Ryer thought as he gazed out of the giant glass windows, past the infinity-edge pool and out over the Los Angeles skyline in the distance. "I could have this. At least part of it.  My whole family could..."

 

"So, Ryer, quite a different world here from the rodeo ring isn't it?  Did you ever think you'd end up here out of thousands of other guys?"

 

The sweet but potent smell of Alex's cigar and his mellifluous English accent suddenly brought Ryer back. 

 

"Sheeit.  I'm just a Kentucky redneck with four chords and the ability to not sing off-key sir.  I don't rightly know how the fuck I got here but, here I am."

 

Alex regarded him with amusement as he expertly blew smoke rings that dissipated just before reaching the top of Ryers jet black dress Stetson.  "That's cute kid but you can save the 'aww, shucks country boy' routine for the publicity machine.  Nobody has ever succeeded in the music business by actually being humble."

 

"I'm not sure I..."

 

"You see these?" Alex interrupted as he gestured behind him.  "I'm the most successful producer in this business because I don't waste my time working with artists who are 'discovering themselves'.  Alex stood up out of his chair and came around to the front of his massive desk, sitting down on the edge just a foot away from Ryer.  The potent cigar smoke was filling the room, encircling him and making him slightly light-headed.

 

"Every single person that has sat in that chair where you are sitting right now knew exactly who they were and what they wanted.  They also understood that there would be a... cost.  That there would be a certain amount of... sacrifice involved.

 

Ryer's clouds of confusion parted and were replaced by anger not just with Alex's words, but by the very subtle movement of Alex's free hand inching closer and closer to his groin as he spoke...

 

"Think about it Ryer.  If you play your cards right, your entire life will change.  Your entire family's life will change.  I understand your sister Hanna is facing some challenges with Cystic Fibrosis?  Absolutely devastating.  Imagine what you'll be able to do for her..."

 

In a flash,  all 225 pounds of the teenager's bulk was out of his chair as he backed Alex up and into the wall next to the door, the intensity of it causing a gold record to fly off the wall, its glass shattering on the imported Italian marble floor.  

 

"Now you listen to me, you fucking cocksucker.  If my sister's name comes out of your mouth one more fucking time, it'll be the last goddam thing you EVER say.  Nod if you understand me."

 

Alex struggled fruitlessly to remove the giant calloused paw from his neck...

 

"I said NOD IF YOU UNDERSTAND ME MOTHERFUCKER."

 

Alex nodded his assent and the iron flesh loosened just enough for him to get a gasp of air in.  Ryer let him recover a bit and then the pressure returned.

 

"That was a pussy ass bitch move tryna use my sister to motivate me to fuck you." Ryer spat, nose to nose with the older man he now had as his prey.  "I dunno who the fuck you think you are mister but I have danced in the ring with hundreds of 2500 pound bulls, each and every one of them happy for a chance to kill me.  YOU. AIN'T. SHIT."  You got me?"

 

Another nod, another temporary release, another recovery that lasted not nearly long enough...

 

"Mister, did you really think I was just another ignorant redneck that had no idea how to use Google?  Did you think I was really gonna come out here, up to your home, alone, nobody else around, without doing my fucking homework?  I know all about you bitch...

 

The instantaneous transformation from sweet country boy to total blind hate and rage, the sheer power in the boy's hand that could clearly snuff the life from his body... Alex realized that he had never once been truly afraid for his life until just this moment...

 

With his free hand, Ryer unsnapped his giant rodeo prize buckle.  Opening his tight Wranglers would normally have been a huge challenge one-handed but his fury somehow motivated him to get it done in record time.  With slow, downward pressure, he eventually got Alex down to his knees enjoying every second of the sight of the terrified man's descent.

 

"Yeah, that's right... faggot.  You're gonna get what yer lookin' for.  But I'M running this rodeo and we're gonna do this shit MY way...