The morning group of impartial contributors at the cable news network was merciless in their opinion of our website. The blonde said, "Can you imagine, middle-aged women having sex and acting as if they enjoy it?"
The other blonde interrupted and opined, "The worst of it is that they are convincing other impressionable older women that sex is something they have a right to enjoy. It's corrupting an entire generation of women, who should only be thinking about driving minivans and buying gold and survival supplies from our sponsors."
However, it was the blondest blonde one; the one with the shortest dress and longest legs, that had the strongest opinion, "These women can't be allowed to think for themselves. America is all about freedom, but not when it comes to sex. It's the husbands who should decide if we need to have orgasms or not. I've never had one, and I'm fine without it. I'm on television; I'm a success."
The male co-host jumped into the fray, "So, we are in unanimous agreement. Older women enjoying sex is unnatural and this website, The Slut Wife Foundation, deserves to be boycotted." He looked at the faces of the women for their agreement.
They rolled the clip of Thelma demanding a divorce and then a montage of other MILFs cavorting with younger men, men of different racial makeups and other women. It was the fifth time they'd shown it that morning, but then it was television sweeps week.
"Does anyone know who's running this smut portal for hell?" asked the other blonde. Her legs had become tightly crossed and she may have been jiggling her foot.
"No. Some news network should conduct an investigation immediately to find out," said the male co-host.
"Aren't we a news organization?" asked the first blonde, clearly not thinking the issue through.
The male co-host straightened her out, "Yes we are, but the only news that needs to be reported is that our opinion says; everyone needs to boycott The Slut Wife Foundation. It's a declared war on our American way of life."
Dolly turned off the video clip in the conference room. "That's not the only demand for the public to shut us down. Listen to this guy from the radio." She began to play an audio tape.
The voice was very familiar and distinctive, "I can tell to this, our country is being destroyed from the inside. Middle-aged women having and enjoying sex. They call it fulfillment, but do you know what I call it? The Slutification of America."
He continued on. "For young hot women, sex if fine, if done in the confines of marriage. But after a woman hits a certain age, sex is something not to be desired, but to be endured at the will of her husband. My wife endures me every month, and until I get tired of her and find a new hot young wife and that's enough for her."
Dolly turned off the rest of his show. "He goes on for hours saying we've become an infection for middle-aged women that had become a cancer of the American soul and had to be cut out. He demanded all his loyal listeners boycott and petition to ban our website from the Internet.
"That was two weeks ago," Dolly said as she looked at the faces in the room. "Marlon, can you tell me how many members have since dropped us?"
He glanced at a printout of this morning analytics report and cleared his throat. "We've lost exactly twelve members as a direct result. Since the nightly talk and comedy shows have picked up on this issue too and started making fun of it, coupled with the controversial continuous mentioning of our site name, we've quadrupled the number of daily unique views of our site."
"And how many would that be? Approximately?"
"North of six and half million. We need more servers to handle the traffic. Many more, man."
"Does anyone think adding a morning panel of airheaded blondes and a dull witted co-host to discuss the issues of the day and then having a gangbang would be in poor taste?"
"Viewers could decide which hole should be plugged first," I added as a suggestion.
"Oh, I think we already know what hole that would be," Dolly said with a laugh.
There is nothing that drives interest in something more than controversy. We'd be controversial for a few more weeks, until some new outrage would come along to exploit. For us, the challenge became how to retain the massive number of followers who had been conveniently dropped in our lap. We were approaching the status of the largest of the mainstream site.
A few days later, I received calls to the ad agencies of two competitive soft drive makers. Each wanted to buy exclusive advertisement space on our site. The pressure was on; we needed to keep our new viewers.
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"One of the segments we have been missing has been black and Asain MILFs. We'd received dozens of selfies of women of color," I announced at our next planning meeting. "The women deserve to be represented as hot vibrant mature females that they are." I put a dozen photos of the top contenders on the whiteboard.
"You're right, Chelsey; these women are beautiful, too. Is there a way we can showcase their unique attributes, without being exploitive?"
There was a prolonged discussion among the production team as to what that might mean. What we wound up with was not at all what I originally had in mind. Like any shows on television, starting with a good idea, when run through a committee is frequently mangled and distorted beyond recognition.
The show we devised was called, 'Black or White or Asian?' We weren't able to secure the music rights to a similar titled song, but our production manager came up with a tune that sounded close enough without getting us into another lawsuit.
The show involved an amateur Caucasian or Asian Cougar pitted against a black or Asian Cougar taking on a team of younger men. Afterward, the men would discuss their experience with each of the women, and the viewers would vote on the one they enjoyed the best.
Our very first participant was a woman called, Shantel62076. She was a forty-something 'African American princess' as she described herself. Her skin was a dark near ebony and her most outstanding feature was her extremely long legs. In heels, she was an amazing thing to behold when she strode into a room. There was something about the way she placed each foot in front of the other as her legs crossed when she walked that had both men and women stealing glances.
