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downwiththeficness · 4 years ago

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In the Bond-Chapter 2

Summary: Lilah often wished she’d never said yes to working with the Gecko brothers—usually while dodging gunfire. At no time was she regretting that decision more than when she’s hanging upside down from the ceiling, staring down a group of hungry culebras and one (1) extremely powerful sun god.

Word Count: ~2,300

Warnings: None

A/N: This is an AU of my Story In the Blood, which can be read here. Basically, this fic explores what would have happened if Lilah had met up with Geckos before she met Brasa.

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Lilah slid into a chair and regarded the lovers. Kate was sitting in Richie’s lap, rolling her eyes as he pressed intermittent kisses on her cheeks and neck. She’d grown used to their easy affection since the brothers had saved Kate from Amaru. For the first few days, Richie had hardly let go of Kate’s hand, would go where she went, snarling at anyone who came a little too close. Even now, he didn’t go very long without touching her, no matter the situation—a hand on her thigh, a the small of her back, toying with her hair. Kate seemed to take it all in stride, a soft smile that somehow made her look impossibly young.

It was Kate’s eyes that Lilah noticed first when she’d stepped through the doors of Jackknife Jed’s. They flashed with gloom, aging her in a way that in no way reflected in her actual face. Looking at her made Lilah feel so disjointed that she still struggled to hold the younger woman’s gaze. Still, despite the unease, Lilah liked Kate. She certainly made dealing with the ever-arguing brothers just a little bit easier. Lilah couldn’t so easily be out-voted any more, and that was worth the disquiet she sometimes felt in Kate’s presence.

The door to the office flung open, Seth barreling through with no regard for how it hit the shelf behind it, a few of Richie’s knickknacks shaking in their stands. He was wiping sweat from his brow, his ever present frown just a little deeper than normal. Lilah’s eyes narrowed as she watched him come closer.

“Hey, watch the merchandise,” Richie called out, one hand lifting from around Kate’s middle to gesture broadly at the memorabilia.

Fandom was the one thing that Lilah and Richie really agreed on. They’d spent a lot of time on stake outs talking Star Trek, and then Firefly, followed by a whole host of niche geeky topics. He was surprisingly insightful about the little details that made each show unique. And, Lilah had spent a lot of time in hotels watching old B horror movies to be able to hold her own when he went down a rabbit hole. It made the fact that she disagreed with him about the tenants of Jedi life acceptable, in his mind.

“We’ve got bigger problems than Obi Wan’s lightsaber, Richie.”

Seth was definitely in a mood. He might not understand Richie’s interests, and he might roll his eyes when his brother went on a tangent about canon timelines, but he at least respected Richie’s belongings enough that he didn’t intentionally screw around with them. This, whatever it was, was serious. Lilah eyed him narrowly, waiting.

Eyes vaguely betrayed, Richie muttered, “Its Mace Windu.”

Kate patted Richie’s arm lightly, saying, “What’s the problem?”

Rounding his desk, Seth sat heavily. After a deep sigh, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, tossing it on the desk in front of him. It bounced, making a soft ‘shhh’ sound as it slid across the pressed wood of the tabletop.

“We got a message today,” he explained, “And I don’t know what to make of it.”

Lilah leaned forward and plucked it up with two fingers. The paper was a heavy vellum, thick woven. She unfolded it, curious. The ink was a deep red, the lettering thick. As she brought it closer to read, Lilah caught a fragrance that had followed her in the weeks since their last failed mission.

Oh, no.

The letter was meticulously worded. The writing thick and bold, swirling softly around the crosses. Formal. Elegant. Commanding. Brasa.

Lilah read and re-read it, “He’s asking for peace.”

She looked at Seth, brows lifted in surprise. Then, she stood, stepped to Richie’s desk, and handed it to the younger brother. All the while, she tried to keep her face as neutral as possible. Lilah was grateful that Seth never bothered with the overhead lights, that only the lamps on either desk illuminated the room. Her face was hot, her hands shaking. She didn’t know how to stand so as to draw no attention to herself while she internally panicked.

“He’s playing a game,” Seth said as he opened a drawer in his desk, pulling out a bottle, yanking out the stopper, and drinking straight from it. “Its a trap.”

Richie took a few moments to read the letter before Kate took it from him. She stood and read it, as well. Lilah watched her face, trying to discern her reaction. Kate chewed her thumbnail as her eyes flicked over the page, her brows together. A shadow passed over her expression.

“No,” Kate uttered so low that Lilah almost didn’t hear it, “He’s really asking for peace.”

Lilah didn’t have the time to think about how she might know that, or the implications. Or, how she might feel about those implications.

Seth scoffed, “How the fuck do you know that?”

Setting the letter down on Richie’s desk, Kate shrugged, “I spent a lot of time with him when I was...when she was inside me.” She sniffed, “Even though Amaru thought they were bullshit, he obeys the old laws. This is a formal call for peace talks. He’s written it in his own blood.”

Lilah felt her eyes widen, shocked that Kate could tell whose blood was on the paper. Shocked even further that someone would write a letter in their literal blood. Shocked still further that she cared how he might have procured his own blood in enough supply to write such a letter.

There were a few side effects from Kate’s possession, little quirks that Kate would sometimes display without really thinking. She’d stand up way too fast, know who might walk through the door next, hear conversations from the next room. Lilah did her best to just roll with it, but this was a little bit too freaky for Lilah’s normal ‘roll with it’ sensibilities. She deliberately set it aside, hoping that she wouldn’t need to examine the thought later.

Richie lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke through his nose, “Why now? We’ve spent the last six months fighting and killing each other, and now he wants to talk peace.”

Lilah sat down, folding her hands in her lap as she tried very hard not to think this was about her. She could not be so self-centered as to think that Brasa would give up a war just because she happened to be on the other side. A war he was, by all accounts, winning as the Gecko’s ceded more and more territory to the culebras he seemed to govern. There had to be another explanation. A trap, maybe, a false sense of security.

“Alright,” Seth drawled, “We get him in a room and gank him.”

Kate gasped, looking horrified, “We have a chance to get real progress, here. Do you want to fight forever?”

Lilah definitely knew the answer to that question. Seth’s entire life was a fight—physical or otherwise. He wasn’t comfortable if there wasn’t some sort of conflict to battle through, his brother at his side. Even if they achieved peace, he’d be at someone’s throat within twenty four hours. It was both endearing and utterly frustrating to watch him cycle through the same motions over and over.

Seth rose, leaning his hands on the desk, “You, more than anyone, have a reason to want every one of those snakes dead.”

Sneering, Kate crossed her arms, “I, more than anyone, have a reason to want all of this to stop. I don’t want to see any more death.”

Behind her, Richie shifted uneasily in his chair. Lilah took each of them in, knowing there was far more history than she was privy to playing out right in front of her. It left her feeling like she couldn’t make a good decision, didn’t have enough data to create a strategy. This was not her preferred method of moving through life. She remained still, waiting.

“We should meet with him,” Kate asserted, hip cocking to the side.

It was not a rare occasion that Kate would insist that they act in a certain way. She had a strong moral compass that clashed with the brothers’ more criminal predilections. More often than not, Kate centered them, kept them from going too far. Lilah was grateful. She had never been successful in stemming off their momentum, once they got started.

“Absolutely not,” Seth shot back, his mouth a firm line.

Lilah surprised herself by adding, “I agree with Seth.”

Richie stubbed out his cigarette, “I’m with Kate.”

This was not surprising. Richie tended to side with Kate on most things. Lilah caught the look he sent Kate, though Kate was still looking at Seth. His eyes were following the line of her petite body, admiring in a way that made Lilah look away, embarrassed.

Seth circled his desk, leaning his hip against it, “Two against two. How’re we going to break the tie?”

There was a beat of silence, then Richie stood and offered up his fist, “Best out of three?”

When Richie beat Seth two to one, Seth gave him a hardy ‘fuck you’ and strode from the room. Richie heaved a beleaguered sigh and followed him. Lilah dropped her head in her hands, boggled by the decision making skills of her partners. Rock, paper scissors...honestly.

“Why don’t you want to meet with them?”

Lilah lifted her eyes at the question, feeling her chest constrict, “I won’t have to do the actual meeting, Kate.” Lie, lie, lie, Lilah, “I just don’t think we’ll be successful.”

Kate tilted her head to the side, “You think its a trap?”

Lilah grabbed onto that line of thinking. It was logical, far more logical than ‘No, Kate. I just don’t want to meet up with someone who claims I am his bondmate and with whom I have exchanged blood’. Even in her head, it sounded so incredibly stupid. Not to mention the fact that she’d been hiding it long enough that admitting it would only lead to suspicion.

“I think Seth is too hot headed,” Lilah clarified quickly, “I think that it’ll fall apart before it even gets started.”

There, that was a convincing lie that was pretty grounded in enough truth that even Lilah half believed it. She very carefully did not study Kate’s face to see if the lie had landed.

Kate moved closer, her ancient gaze peering at Lilah carefully, “You’re right.”

Oh. Okay.

“Thank you.”

“You need to go with them.”

Ah, fuck.

“What?”

Kate nodded, her expression hardening, “You go with them, keep things level, make this work.”

“Me?” Lilah didn’t like how high her voice came out. She cleared her throat, “No, you know them better than I do. You go. Bring me whatever contract they draw up, I’ll red line it, make sure its fair.”

That was her role. Look over the game plan, find the flaws, work out the kinks. In that, Lilah was comfortable and safe. No need to put herself back in a room with Brasa. No need to let this get even more out of hand. No need for the messiness that would come from that.

Shaking her head, Kate took a step back, “I can’t. I can’t face him. What I did to him was,” she searched for words, “terrible.”

The sudden turn of Kate’s tone, the way her face screwed up in real disgust, made Lilah sit up and stake notice. Where had this come from?

She inhaled, trying to parse the words, “What does that mean?”

Kate’s eyes were focused on the middle distance, her mouth quivering, “Amaru loved torture, all kinds of torture. She didn’t care who it was that she hurt. I—she liked,” Another breath, “Brasa was blood bound to her, she could make him do things, do anything. She never got her hands dirty, but him…”

Lilah waited for more, but Kate simply stopped speaking. She looked shell shocked, tears welling up. God, but Lilah had been completely fooled by Kate’s frequent smiles and clear headedness. She hadn’t known how much trauma the hell queen had put Kate through, hadn’t even thought that Kate was conscious of the things that she’d done while trapped inside her own body. Moved to action, she stood and embraced Kate, saying to her the only comfort she could think to give.

“Its the past. And, it wasn’t you.” Then, “Are you still blood bound?”

She felt like real shit for asking, but she needed to know what Brasa’s relationship was with Kate, and if it would make their own relationship (did they even have a relationship?) more complicated. Kate made a soft sound in the negative and Lilah let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. That was one complication she had, thankfully, avoided.

Kate’s body was taut, “When she first brought me back, when I met him, I felt the power I had over him. And, she abused it. I drained him dry that first night, to regain her strength. After three days, when he managed to stand up off the ground, she did it again. Because she could.” Kate pulled back and looked at Lilah, “That wasn’t even the worst of it. How can I look him in the eye after all that?”

Lilah shook her head, “Like I said, it wasn’t you. And, if he really wants to talk peace, he’ll set it aside. If not, fuck ‘im.”

That, at least, was the truth. Lilah had been fighting his kind of less than a year and she was tired of it. She wanted peace. She wanted to go on nice, normal jobs—jewel theft, a bank heist, possibly even some fine art that they could sell on the black market. Stuff that was in her wheelhouse, in her comfort zone. If he was going to hold Kate responsible for the actions of Amaru, then he wasn’t worth negotiating with. Full stop.

Kate loosed a soundless laugh, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

#from dusk til dawn #from dusk til dawn: the series #brasa #In the Bond

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lady-thor-foster · 8 years ago

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Oh Captain!// Steve Rogers x Reader (P2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader Word Count: 2k+ Warning: Language, fluff, smut, unprotected sex (WRAP YOUR WANG BEFORE YOU BANG), slight dry humping, bit of dirty talk, a little Sub!Steve…if you squint and cock your head at a 45 degree angle. Summary: Steve bares all, in more ways than one. How is anyone supposed to resist this god-forsakenly beautiful man? You don’t; you give into temptation and enjoy the ride. Sometimes Steve’s smart mouth gets him into trouble. Bonus: Bruce is so cute when he’s embarrassed.

A/N: I’m still getting the hang of this smut thing so pls bear with me. Idk why tf I’m so damn shy about writing it when I’m sinful as hell irl. Also bless you @emilyevanston for reminding me that Steve is so much more than just Captain America. Sorry this took so long, hopefully the fic makes up for the long ass wait! Feedback is absolutely appreciated.

Previously on Oh Captain!

“I have a small confession to make,” Steve murmured against your neck. You were still straddling his lap and nibbling his ear. He was finding it increasingly harder to focus with you grinding into his crotch. You’re going to be the death of me, he thought. The temptation to just throw you on the bed and have his way with you was becoming nearly impossible to resist.

Despite the heated tension in the training room, the mood had softened when you finally made it to Steve’s room. You were surprised to find that you really liked soft and tender Steve. His gentle fingers tracing slow patterns into your skin sent shivers up your spine. His warm lips pressing generous kisses to yours were a slow burn in your veins. There was something so soothing about the steady beat of his heart against yours.

“What’s that?” Your warm breath blew into his ear while you rocked your hips again. Steve swore. You giggled.

“Language, Captain!” you chastised. He groaned and gripped your hips to still them. Confused, you pulled away to look at him. God, he thought, you look so cute with your head cocked like that.

“I—just Steve, please. I’m just Steve here, right now, with you. Just Steve.” He searched your face for some kind of rejection. He just wanted to be a man for you; the man underneath the mask.

The vulnerability on Steve’s face made you realise that this, whatever was happening between you and Steve, was more than just a one-time hook up. All those months of pent up frustration were just symptoms for an underlying cause. He had fallen for you. He was letting you in; you were getting to meet the man beneath the serum.

You nodded, “Okay…Steve,” you agreed. His answering smile took your breath away.

He was elated. He’d been hiding his feelings for so long; hearing you say you wanted more than just one night with the Captain made his heart soar. Steve never knew something as simple as his own name could sound so beautiful; he craved to hear what it sounded like when you were writhing underneath him.

He kissed you, hard. That slow burning fire in your veins erupted. You matched his passion ounce for ounce and buried your fingers in his short blonde hair. The sharp pleasure of the tugs on his scalp made his body ache with need. Moaning into your mouth, his grip on your hips tightened. You’d wear those finger shaped bruises with blatant pride. His cock pulsated against your throbbing cunt and you gasped, breaking the kiss. Steve grinned wickedly at your sensitivity.

“You like that, pretty girl? You like feeling what you do to me?” The timbre in his voice sent your blood pumping. Who knew Steve Rogers was a talker in bed? He rolled his hips into you, determined to hear you moan again.

“Oh—fuck! Yeah, Stevie!” you whined in approval. He growled in response.

Those sinful lips moved down your neck, leaving heated kisses in their wake. You’d never been too interested in foreplay, but Steven Grant Rogers was singlehandedly changing your mind. He grinded his erection against your sensitive core and it was driving you absolutely insane. Who knew that dry humping could be this fun? His massive hands were surprisingly gentle as they inched under your shirt, etching mindless patterns into your russet brown skin; he was barely touching you and you were a panting mess, writhing in his lap. The teasing had become unbearable; you pushed him away.

“You are wearing far too many clothes,” you stated. That smirk you’d come to adore never left his lips.

“What are you go—,” Steve didn’t have the chance to finish his question before you literally ripped his shirt from his chest. The shock on his face made you giggle bashfully.

“Oops?”

There was no chance to react when Steve lunged and crushed your lips to his. Suddenly, the manic lust from the gym was reignited. He kissed you breathless; it was his turn to rip your clothes from your body. The sound of immodest grunts, needy moans and ripping fabric echoed though the room. His overheated fingertips teasing your soaked cunt in reckless abandon would have absolutely been enough to make you climax right there. Unfortunately for you, Steve had other ideas. One massive hand secured your body against his; he stood and walked the two of you towards the nearby wall. The cold metal against your bare back made you inhale sharply; Steve made quick work of removing his pants and stepping out of them. A quick glance down rewarded you with one of the most gorgeous cocks you’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. Damn; length and girth. He had it all.

Steve would have given up everything without hesitation to keep that deliciously devious grin on your face. Here you were, finally naked in all your glory and he didn’t have any idea how much longer he could hold back. You wrapped your muscular legs around his waist, pressing his now naked erection against your eager cunt. He could feel your arousal running from your aching cunt down his balls. He swore again.

“You kiss your girlfriend with that mouth?” you chastised him.

“God, I hope so.” You pulled him in for a frantic kiss; it was tongues, teeth and no restraint. Gone was the shy man who professed his feelings just moments before.

Steve was drunk off your kisses. If kissing you felt this good, he was almost afraid to know how good the rest of you felt. Almost. The sensation of his thickness shamelessly grinding against you set your body alight with desire. Enough was enough, you both needed more.

“Steve…holy shit…just fuck me!” you moaned. How could he resist such a needy command? You were so thoroughly aroused that your cunt offered no resistance to his sudden intrusion. Fuck. He stretched you in all the right ways; no one else could ever compare to this ecstasy. You hadn’t even orgasmed yet and you were already addicted to his cock. Biting your bottom lip, you fought to keep yourself quiet. Steve’s watchful gaze didn’t miss a thing; he reached up to gently tug your lip from your teeth.

“I wanna hear you scream, darlin’,” he whispered. You briefly wondered if he was actually trying to kill you. Well, there are certainly worse ways to go.

Steve Rogers gave new meaning to the term ‘fucked thoroughly’. Long, deep and hard strokes guaranteed you wouldn’t be able to move tomorrow without remembering exactly what he’d done to you. Every noise you made was a sonata to his ears. You were so responsive to his fingers, his lips, and his cock. He hissed, relishing the exquisite pain of your nails harshly raking down his arms, leaving angry welts in their place. You’d staked your claim. Using his shoulders and the wall for support, you met his hard rhythm, thrust for thrust. The sound of his grunts filled your ears, bringing you closer to the edge of blissful eruption.

“You feel so good wrapped around me like that, pretty girl. So good.” Meeting his intensely lustful gaze, you couldn’t respond with anything more than a high pitched whine. Steve made a mental note: dirty talk, a definite turn on.

“You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you doll?”

You closed your eyes in ecstasy, “Fucking shit, yes!

“You like hearing me tell you how good your pretty little cunt takes my cock?”

“Christ, Steve!”

“You gonna come for me, darlin? You gonna come on my cock like a good girl?” he asked. You snapped your eyes open in defiance. ‘Good girl’ my ass, you thought.

“Oh, I’m anything but a ‘good girl’, Rogers.”

Before he could digest your meaning, you used the momentum of his thrust to push against the wall and send you both tumbling to the floor. Surprise coloured his features as he drank in the sight of you straddling his waist. Fuck.

“Jesus, Y/N. You really going to be the death of me.”

“I’m just getting started.”

Interlocking your fingers with his, you pinned his hands above his head and rode him treacherously slow. Steve didn’t know what turned him on more: the fact that you were on top of him, riding him for all he was worth or that you’d successfully subdued him without any resistance.

You could tell by the way he gazed at you that Steve wasn’t sure what to make of this new development. You were so used to him being in charge all the time; it felt good to be the one with the power. From this angle, his cock reached even deeper and it was paradise. He moaned your name. It was the sweetest sound you’d ever heard. Bouncing faster onto him, you rode your way to a mind numbing orgasm.

“You love when I ride you like this, don’t you Stevie?” He looked away and bit his lip, unsure of how to respond. He’d never been in this position before; submission was a shiny toy he’d never thought he’d get to play with. Gripping his jaw fiercely in your hand, you forced him to meet your gaze.

“Answer me, Rogers,” you commanded.

“Fuck! Yes, I love it. I’m sorry, I love it!” He looked so good between your thighs; you could climax from the sight alone.

“Such a good boy for me, Stevie,” you praised. He whined in response. Your orgasm was fast approaching. Reaching up to tease your nipples, you bounced harder. Steve gripped your hips almost painfully to meet your rapid thrusts. You were a magnificent sight to behold.

“Shit! Y/N, I’m gonna—,” he warned.

“Cum for me, Stevie,” you told him.

He erupted inside of you. The feeling of his climax sent you hurtling into your own. Pleasure gripped you so ferociously you could hardly breathe. Steve’s vision danced with stars. Your walls clenched so tightly around his cock, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to dislodge himself. He wasn’t sure he ever wanted to. Collapsing into his chest, you both fought to catch your breath and return to reality. Steve’s gentle fingers helped to soothe the aftershocks of your explosive orgasm. You both laid there in peaceful silence, neither eager to disconnect.

“Holy shit,” you finally whispered. His chest rumbled with a surprised chuckle.

“I’m not sure there are words in any language to describe how fantastic that was,” he whispered back.

A sharp knock at the door startled you both apart. Leaping to his feet, Steve quickly pulled on his previously discarded boxers and pants. It was at this point that you realised he’d completely shredded your clothes. Dammit, Rogers. Picking up your torn clothing, you gave him a pointed look. He grinned sheepishly at you; walking to his closet, he retrieved a long flannel shirt and handed it to you. After making sure you were at least semi presentable, Steve opened the door. A very embarrassed Bruce Banner was waiting to greet him.

“Uh…Stark needs your help with something in the briefing room,” Banner said while refusing to meet his gaze. His efforts to avoid staring at a half-naked Captain America were seemingly in vain once his gaze accidently fell on you. He swore softly. Blushing, you endeavoured to smooth your hair in a futile attempt to look less ‘well-fucked’. Steve just shook his head and sighed in resignation.

“Could you tell Stark I’ll be there in 20?” he asked. Banner nodded his head once and walked way as quickly as he could. Chuckling softly, Steve closed the door.

“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now,” you joked. He laughed louder this time.

Stepping over your collective mess, Steve pulled you in for a tender kiss. “I know we did this kind of backwards, but what do you say to dinner, doll?”

“Only if we get to have dessert afterwards,” you winked. His boisterous laughter echoed through the room.

“How could I say no to my best girl?”

End P2

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endorsereviews · 7 years ago

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Yet, because I have infinitely more and more diversified experience at this, and am called upon to craft such presentations repeatedly, and paid 6-figure sums to do so, it’s reasonable to say…

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Whether you want to speak from the stage to sell—from 60 minutes to 6 hours—or use teleseminars, webinars, audio CDs, DVDs or TV infomercials to spread your sales message, you’re about to discover the “secret code” to crafting smart and high-converting scripts and presentations.

Here’s Just SOME Of What You’ll Discover On This Training:

Lessons from The Amazing Kreskin and Houdini, and the “magic ingredient” most marketers FAIL TO INCLUDE in their video presentations – and I’ll show you actual examples you can easily “move” into your own business. The “call to action” decision to be made regarding every video, webinar, etc., that most marketers get wrong. This could be sabotaging your sales if you’re currently making one-to-many sales presentations. Why “perfect” is the enemy of optimum response: two examples that prove beyond any doubt that too polished of a video presentation damages the most important reaction required from viewers. There are Five Chief Errors made in videotaping testimonials. I’ll discuss all five so you don’t make these same mistakes. The one “scene” mandatory for all successful infomercials in a certain product category…that should be copied by more marketers in more diverse categories. When you use a “panel” of testimonials on stage, live, in front of an audience, THE ONE THING you can do too multiply their effectiveness 10-fold VS. the one most common mistake that lessens their impact. (This is screwed up royally at most seminars!) The best way to legally and safely present exceptional results of your best “champions” as claims of achievable results. (A tactic that has held up for 20+ years.) How I use “The 3-Act Play” for platform selling and sales presentations, webinars, audio CD’s, videos, etc. Plus the one thing you should do immediately before you start your pitch. The Surrogate Skeptic: why, when, where and how to use him – and why you NEED him. This will allow you to craft your presentation so you can “flip” them into buying from you. The Content Mask: how to disguise development-of-demand as educational content and satisfy audiences as you sell to them. The 7 things your audience must realize and know as a result of your presentation, before they will buy (This list alone is worth twice the price of this course. It is my Governing-Law for EVERY one-to-many presentation in any and every media. It is adhered to by “giants” selling BILLIONS of dollars of goods and services annually with one-to- many presentations.) The Secret of “Progressive Acceptance” and The Secret of “Stacking Benefits”—implement these and your conversions will soar, instead of having a presentation that BOMBS and leaves you scratching your head wondering what happened. How to structure and use the Summary & The Signature Story And how to make the Act of Buying an Act Of Validation of Superiority – with a lesson from Zig Ziglar. Why, when & how to make the act of buying an act of rebellion – with a lesson from Glenn W. Turner (Dare To Be Great). How to properly structure your offer and upsell your prospects. This is how you really boost your customer value. Three different (Free) TESTS to give your crafted and planned presentation – before you actually use it & Cheap ‘n dirty “Dry Tests” you can run with a presentation – before you actually use it. The Momentum Factor & Trial Closes: pros, cons, benefits, hazards and successful manipulation thereof (chance are, you don’t have these in your arsenal). …and a whole LOT more! These Secrets Work Even If You’re Going To Make A Presentation To 12 Prospects In Your Office’s Conference Room To 1,200 From An Event Stage, Webinar Or Teleseminar

When you take action and add “One To Many Selling” to your marketing arsenal, you’re literally getting the golden keys to the vault…because you’re going to possess the blueprint of every single one of my million dollar speeches.

You’ll walk into any one-to-many selling situation and have the confidence of a bullfighter with mustard on his sword—knowing you’re going to “kill it” when you get on stage or that webinar or teleseminar.

You’ll also understand every single element of a one-to-many selling situation you can easily “cut and paste” over and over again in your business. Including how to open a presentation. Psychology. Structure. And how to close.

It’s hard for me to think of a business or profession where a great One To Many selling opportunity can’t be capitalized on.

And it’s hard to think of anyone in any of the just named situations who won’t profit enormously by this Training of mine, assembled from my unmatched experience.

The ability to craft powerful One-To-Many presentations marries a number of key skills brought to specialized applications: copywriting and script-writing, irresistible offer development, speaking, audio and video production, and, bigger and broader, “opportunity finding.”

Nothing Can Help You Sell More, Sell More Efficiently, And Sell Faster Than A Well-Crafted One-To-Many Presentation

One company hired me to re-work their sales presentation that netted over $250,000 a month with the same lead flow.

I also took another company that relied on one-to-one selling model and replaced it with a one-to-many group meeting strategy that produced $34 million in 1/4th the time ordinarily required.

At the core of both these situation is a brilliantly crafted, highly effective presentation. And that can be at the core of a great deal of success for you, too.

Today, the Internet offers expansive opportunity for ‘live’ and automated One To Many selling that is far greater than anything we’ve ever had before.

But don’t let that distract you from just how many people and companies create superior incomes through live One-To-Many, even in small groups – the implant dentistry seminar held in-office, for a small group, that puts $200,000 of dentistry on the schedule in 90 minutes.

This works for B2B, professional services (health, finance, etc.), a local retail business, a restaurant, you name it.

If you have a great idea or unproven invention or new product, you can sell more, sell efficiently, and sell with less fee resistance with the right presentation and approach.

Now, Do You Need To Brace Yourself For The Fee For This Training Never Before Offered In The GKIC Catalog?

The investment in “One To Many Selling” will, admittingly, be noted as a little stiff by some.

But looking that way is small thinking.

I am basically synthesizing my “insider” information and experience of “One To Many Selling” into a tightly focused package it would only take you one afternoon and evening to review.

This is highly specialized information that cannot be valued by the pound, hour or day.

A few “a-ha” moments you’ll get from this day could easily equate to tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even MILLIONS of dollars…

…to anybody doing “One To Many Selling” or should be.

So consider this box containing “One To Many Selling” to be a big box of money—considering the breakthroughs and potential money you could be earning when you take action on these proven secrets.

You see, I get paid 6 figures to create presentations for clients, and I recently charge $10K to reveal my secrets in front of a small group of people.

You could easily earn this money back with one successful “speak to sell” engagement where you’ll only have to sell a handful of products to make up this investment—whether it’s face-to-face or via webinar or teleseminar.

So, in reality, “One To Many Selling” doesn’t “cost” anything. Owning a powerful One To Many selling presentation built from scratch or marginally improved can easily repay your investment.

There’s nothing “cookie cutter” here. This is a sophisticated art and science you’ll get to implement for your own presentations.

I promise you this: whether your opportunity is with One To Many Selling with 18 people in your office on a Wednesday evening or 180 people in a hotel meeting room or to 1,800 people via a webinar, or you can profit by sending a sales DVD or CD to prospects…

…you can harvest a great deal more from any such opportunity if you really know how to craft those presentations.

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