Chapter 10

Grant took one last look in the hall mirror before he opened the front door for Abi’s mom. He didn’t want to look like he had just come from a sexual encounter, even if that was what he’d done. He grabbed the door handle and opened the door and was shocked. The person standing there wasn’t who he had expected. Instead of Mrs. Long there in all her beauty stood Mia Vasilios. It floored Grant. “Mia, I wasn’t expecting you. What are you doing here?”

She looked flustered herself, and bit on her lower lip, worrying it between her teeth. That site alone had Grant’s dick twitching in his shorts. God, he wanted to haul her inside and take a taste of those full lips before sinking his cock between them. “I hope this is okay, Mr. McLeod. I needed some clarifications before I could finish the evaluation of your company’s worth and I had your address on your paperwork and thought I’d swing by since I have to have this done and to my supervisor by the end of the day tomorrow.”

Grant nodded. “ Not a problem at all for you to come get what you need. The only problem is when you call me Mr. McLoed, it makes me look for the asshole that was my sperm donor. Please call me Grant, I’d like us to be friends and all my friends call me Grant. Come on in and have a seat Mia my friend and lets see what I can do to clear up what you need to end our working relationship.”

He put his hand on the small of her back and felt her shudder. He smiled, so she was using work as her excuse to come to his house. That shudder told him she was more interested in the crazy chemistry that was flowing between them. He’d bet everything that she was soaking her panties with just this one small touch. He directed her to the living room and asked her if she wanted a drink. “I’m not thirsty, I just need to get this information so I can finish up.”

“What can I clarify for you, Mia? I don’t have long. I’m expecting my legal advisor any minute to discuss the offers that have been made on ClickTalk.”

“I’ll try not to take up too much time. I just wanted to make sure I understood you. Are you doing anything to make money off ClickTalk right now? Any sort of fee you’re charging to business or for those selling products from their online stores from your site?”

He shook his head. “No, I hadn’t even thought of that. Should I have done that?”

Mia looked stunned at his admission. “Yes, you really should. You know that some of your users are directing people to their websites, and online stores from their walls, right? Even if you charged a minimal fee of say twenty-five dollars a month for the right to have a clickable link, you’d be making easy money. Of course, I don’t know how hard that would be for you to set up, but all the other social media sites comparable to yours that I’ve checked out in research this afternoon do that. You are letting a lot of money slip away from you by not doing that too.”

Grant thought for a moment. “It wouldn’t be that hard to do. The same line of code that we use now to let them direct people to their Private videos or other pages in the site and to their other sites now is what I would use. It wouldn’t take me but fifteen minutes to write the code and place a restriction on non-ClickTalk links. Do you think it would change the evaluation if I did that? I mean, I don’t even know how to go about advertising that.”

Mia stared at him. “Honestly, right now, even though we both know the potential of your app, I can’t give it the evaluation it deserves. You aren’t showing that it can make any money at all. If you could do that, I would bet that just based on the sample I took this afternoon from browsing on your site and others that are monetizing those clicks I could double or triple your app’s value. Grant, even if you offered that for 25 dollars and it was just a buy now button on their wall you could easily clear three or four thousand dollars a day, maybe more.”

Grant’s mouth dropped open. “Three or four thousand dollars a day? Just for a buy now button option?”

She nodded her head. “I have a degree in financing, Grant. This is what I know! It would most likely be more and it would renew every month they keep the button active. Let me give you an example: let’s say 20 people an hour pay you for that button. Let’s also say that it only happens in a typical 8 hour work day, that’s four thousand dollars a day, and you wouldn’t need to do anything to make that happen. We both know it’s probably going to be more than eight hours a day that people will pay and set up that button. So even that is a low number.”

“Yeah, but I know nothing about creating those ads.”

Mia shook her head. “You don’t have to create any ads, just a button that they pay to use on a monthly basis. Something you’ve all but given them for free now. You would charge them even more if they wanted a clickable ad, even one that they themselves create and add your button to. You would charge even more if you were the one making those ads for them.”

“Four thousand a day.” Just the thought shocked Grant.

Mia nodded”Yeah easily, and well, let’s just follow that out, let’s say it only happens five days a week instead of the seven days it would happen. That’s Twenty thousand dollars a week. Even more impressive, it would be eighty thousand dollars a month or to totally blow you away and let you see what you are giving away for free, it would end up being nine hundred and sixty thousand dollars a year that you could be making right now. You’ve been running ClickTalk for only nine months, Grant. You’ve already missed out on seven hundred and twenty thousand dollars that should rightfully be yours.”

“Holy Shit!”

“That’s knowing nothing about advertising. You could charge twice that for even ads that your users make themselves and upload and even more if you had someone who could create the ads for those that want a professional ad.”

Just then the doorbell rang again. This time Grant knew it was Mrs Long. “That would be my legal counsel. Let me get her and see what she thinks about the legality of doing what you’re suggesting.”

“Sure. I’m telling you Grant, if you make even just the first two changes I mentioned your evaluation would quadruple.”

Grant stood. “I’ll be right back, don’t leave yet.”

“Alright.”

Grant opened the door and sure enough this time it was Abi’s mother, Becky Long. They say that to know what a girl will look like when she is older just look at her mother. Never was that truer than with Becky Long. While Grant had never really fantasized about his own mother before she came onto him, the ultimate MILF in his mind had always been Becky Long. She was just an older, curvier version of her daughter with the same platinum blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes. Her lips were fuller than her daughters’ what would be called bee-stung full and red as opposed to Abi’s bubble gum pink cupid bow lips. Many of Grant’s wanking fantasies were about having those big red lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. Not that he’d ever do anything about them, because this was Abi’s mom. Her tits were slightly bigger than even Tiffany’s and while her stomach had a slight roundness to it that was normal in middle-aged women, her hips and ass were to die for. Even in her work suit of gray pinstriped Jacket, White button up blouse and pencil skirt, those curves were on display. Like his mom, Grant had never seen her without stockings and heels on and today was no exception. “Hello Mrs. Long. Mom said you were going to stop by and look at the offers I’ve been given.”

His neighbor and best friend’s mother smiled at him, and he had to concentrate to keep his dick from doing anything other than twitching in his pants. This woman’s perfume was something light and floral and had always been a triggering scent for Grant. If she was any other woman, he’d be trying to add her to his growing collection of women willing to service his big fat cock. “Hello, Grant dear, Yes, your mother told me you had a couple of amazing offers and some advice from a business owner you both trust. She asked me to come over, look and advise you from a legal standpoint on what a sales contract should look like so that you don’t get taken advantage of.”

“Well, thank you for being willing. I’d love your advice if you’re willing to give it. Not just on the contracts, but price, and if I’m honest, there is someone here from the finance company that is doing the evaluation of worth on the app who had some suggestions. I know before you went to work for Mister Chadwick you had a lot of experience doing corporate and contract law so your opinion and advice would be wonderful.”

Becky came into the house. She hadn’t been here in several years, even though Cecilia was one of her closest friends. Not since she had started working for Clarence Chadwick and Abi had started dating his son Dean. Not that she wanted to put distance between her and the McLoed family. It was just that it had seemed awkward when Grant and Abi had grown apart. She’d always thought the two of them would end up together and had been shocked when her daughter had taken up with the Chadwick boy instead. Then Clarence had cornered her and told her about her husband’s debt and used it to pressure her into working for him and servicing his sexual needs. She hated what she had become and was embarrassed enough to avoid her friends next door. That Cecilia had learned of her own husband’s cheating and divorced him had opened the door for the two women to talk again, at least online and on the phone. Just a few more years and she’d be able to escape the overbearing ass. She prayed every night that both she and her daughter could get free of that family. She didn’t know why her daughter stayed with Dean because he was as much a pig as his father and he didn’t treat her daughter with the respect a mother wanted for her daughter to experience.

The changes she was noticing in Grant shocked her. He certainly wasn’t the young boy she’d last remembered him being. He wasn’t overly muscled like Abi’s boyfriend, but there was a confidence and swagger to him that was surprising. Yet unlike Dean, who also had confidence and swagger, Grant was polite and gentlemanlike. She noticed that unlike in the past he didn’t hide his obvious perusal of her looks, but he also didn’t make her feel like she needed a shower to wash the dirt off his gaze off her skin like when either of the Chadwick men leered at her. That was the difference, Grant, like he had always done since puberty hit him, perused her body only with a more direct look than his usual shy glances. Dean and Clarence leered at her like they were stripping her and making her do disgusting things with them. Which Clarence actually did daily. While it was hard for her to even think about, she needed a man who would honor and respect her and help her see that her needs were met, not just his.

Grant directed Becky into the den. “Becky Long this is Mia Vasilios, Mia works for Branson Financial and is doing the evaluation on my app. She was just telling me how much money I’ve lost by not monetizing the app from the beginning. Becky looked at the young woman sitting on the couch and took a seat on the other side of the couch with Grant sitting between them. Mia talked about the evaluation and the advice that she had given Grant. While finances weren’t Becky’s area of expertise, she had seen a lot of different companies both fail and succeed when she had been doing corporate law, and she knew the advice the young woman had given Grant was strong and legal. “Grant sweetie, from a legal standpoint I’d say nothing Miss Vasilios is telling you is illegal and having dealt with a few businesses I would say it’s financially sound as well. Can I see the emails your mother was talking to me about?”