Dominated by the Ad Man

by Powerone

  Dominated by the Ad Man

  Powerone

  Sizzler Editions

  ISBN 9781615089598

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  Copyright 2007, 2015 Powerone

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  A Renaissance E Books publication

  CONTENTS

  1,First Job and New Life

  2. The Celebration

  3. A Different Kind of Boss

  4. The Next Year

  5. Success Beyond His Imagination

  6. Three Years Later and a Partner

  7. Author Revealed

  8. Another Threesome

  9. Michael Learned Well

  Chapter: 1

  First Job and New Life

  At twenty-three, Michael was one of the youngest new employees at the prestigious advertising agency of Lassiter, Johnston and Mercer. A Junior Advertising Executive, the title more prestigious than the actual position, was what drew Michael from his home in California to the Big Apple. He had lived in California most of his life, graduating from Pepperdine University with an MBA. His lifelong ambition was to work in advertising. He’d always dreamed of a job in Los Angeles where he’d be able to live at the beach and commute into the city during the day. All of his interviews had been with the large national firms, with offices in Los Angeles that served mainly the entertainment industry. He had his pick of six of them, all great jobs with excellent pay.

  He received an unexpected request from his favorite professor, Cynthia Thompson, for him to take an interview. What made it unexpected was that the job was in New York City, but no one turned down Professor Thompson for anything.

  It was a whirlwind three days, but when he returned, his world had turned upside down. One of the first places he went was to Professor Thompson’s office. Even though he knew she’d already found out, he still felt an excitement in telling her.

  “Go right in; she’s expecting you,” the secretary said even before Michael got to her desk.

  Michael looked at Cynthia in a different light. Yes, Cynthia, though he only called her that in his mind. He wasn’t a student any longer; he was a member of the advertising profession, almost an equal. She even looked different, sexier and available. She sat behind her desk, her signature silk blouse open to display a wide expanse of cleavage, more than he had ever noticed. He wished he could see beneath the desk at her lovely legs and that tight ass in her skirt. “Good morning, Professor Thompson,” he said, excited.

  “It’s congratulations, Michael,” Cynthia had heard from Melissa Lassiter as soon as their lunch was over. Melissa was more than a close friend of Cynthia’s. They had grown through the advertising ranks together. Melissa stayed in New York while Cynthia chose to leave and move to the west coast to take a prestigious teaching position.

  Melissa told Cynthia that she’d been impressed with Michael and didn’t fail to convince him to move to the city. Few dared to turn Melissa down in life, no matter what she desired. Michael would soon learn that. “Sit down and tell me all about it.”

  Michael sat down to instantly go into the details. He started with the interview in the limo from the airport, to the staff meeting and finally to the lunch offer. “I couldn’t pass it up,” he said, his enthusiasm bubbled over. “And it isn’t just the money. I loved the work they’re doing with the small firms, cutting-edge advertising campaigns with a chance for real creativity.”

  Cynthia hadn’t been that excited for a long time, one of the reasons she had quit for academia. She hoped that Michael’s enthusiasm wouldn’t be dampened by the pressures of the job. “That’s what I loved the most. And miss the most.”

  Michael continued. “And the city; I can’t believe such a place exists. It’s a city that never sleeps.”

  “Power and prestige can be an adrenaline rush but also a powerful aphrodisiac.” She chose her words carefully. Cynthia thought back to the many men that were under her when she was in that business, sexually under her. Power meant domination. And that included sex.

  Michael began to understand it. What would it be like when he did get the power? And he was confident that he would. He felt his cock grow in his pants. “What about sexual harassment?” Michael found the conversation move in a new direction.

  “Off the record?”

  Michael nodded to her.

  “Advertising is like politics. There is what the public perceives, and then, there is what really happens behind closed doors. What very few really know about or will talk about is that sexual harassment does exist in advertising. There are two kinds of people, dominants and submissives. One has the power, the other doesn’t. If you want to stay in the business and are treated as a submissive, you try to get the power. That is the only way to change your status.” She paused for a moment to let the idea sink in. “And that is the reality.”

  Michael liked the power and hoped that his new job would lead to it. He’d never considered it in the content of sexuality. What would it be like to dominate someone sexually? Or to be dominated by someone sexually? His thoughts kept returning to images of Professor Thompson in bed. What would it be like to dominate her sexually? Or Ms. Lassiter?

  Cynthia decided to change the subject; it became too complicated to discuss. Michael would soon learn the cold, hard facts. She was sure that Melissa would show him the true meaning of power. “You must find someone at work to share a flat with in Manhattan. Even though you’ll make a lot of money, the city is expensive. Very expensive, though you’ll save a lot of money by not having a car.”

  “No car?” Michael already had his heart set on a new Mercedes SLK350.

  “It’ll cost you almost as much to park it as to own it. It’s easier and cheaper to take a cab. You can rent a car for the weekends when you want to go to the Hamptons.”

  Michael’s mind began to run ahead of him. He had seen the television shows of the Hampton’s parties. All of the rich and famous met and mingled in hopes that they would hook up for the night. Then, there was the thought of living in Manhattan, the fabulous skyline and the nightlife. He was eager to leave L.A. They talked for the next half hour and Michael got as much information about the city from Professor Thompson that he could.

  “I’m sorry Michael, but I have a meeting in ten minutes. I’ve enjoyed our conversation. Keep in touch. You have my email. And you never can tell, we might meet in the city sometime. I still see Melissa from time to time. It gives me a chance to get away from the realities of academia.”

  “I can’t thank you enough, Professor Thompson.” Michael stood up to extend his hand to shake hers. He felt an electric charge when their hands met. Michael looked into her eyes and saw her look at him differently.

  “Good luck to you, Michael. Though I doubt you’ll need it. You’re going a long way. Just keep your head about you and you’ll do fine. And don’t forget to enjoy yourself in the process.”

  * * * *

  Michael sat back in the spacious leather seat. He’d never flown first class before, but he wanted the start of his new job to be everything he expected. He was impressed with the luxurious cabin. And the service! Michael wasn’t sure if the cabin attendants fawned over all of the first-class passengers or if it was just him. He sipped a glass of champagne to celebrate his new life in spite of the hour.

  “Can I get you anything else, Mr. Hauser?” Heather bent over until the front of her blouse opened up to make sure that he got a clear view of her naked breasts that tried to peek out. A bit younger than her, but he was handsome. Heather watched him as he boarded, the suit tailored to a tight, muscular body.

  Michael couldn�
��t help but notice the tanned breasts naked beneath the blouse and the flight attendant made no attempt to hide her blatant exhibitionism. Now, this is was what he called service. “Everything is more than ample.” Michael inhaled the scent of her perfume as his erection grew from the glimpse of her half-naked body.

  “If I can be of service, any service, call me, Mr. Hauser.” Heather handed him one of her gold-etched business cards, her telephone number scratched on the back in pen. “I have a layover in New York City tonight. I know the city quite well.” She leaned over the seat to make sure that her breasts brushed against his arm. She stretched a bit farther so that her hand slid casually along the front of his pants to feel the hard flesh that pushed them out. She stood back up and smiled. “I could take care of that.”

  “Call me, Michael.” He sat back. His cock throbbed to get out of his pants as Heather’s lips pursed. Michael’s imagination went rampant as he imagined her as she kneeled between his legs while her full lips were wrapped around his cock. “I just took a job in the city. I’m not sure where I’m staying, but you can be sure that I’ll call you. I would love to visit a dance club. They tell me that the city is more vibrant than L.A.”

  “The best ones are tough to get into unless you have real pull. Let me see what I can do. I’ll look forward to seeing you later. I know you’ll love the city. I have layovers there often.” Heather knew that lovely females could always get into the best clubs, but couples needed pull and that required big-time pull.

  “I look forward to that.” Heather left him as Michael stuck her card in his wallet. He didn’t want to lose it. The city already had something going for it. The plane got ready to land.

  “Thank you for flying with us,” Heather purred into Michael’s ear as he stood in line to get off. He felt her unrestrained breasts pushed into his back as her hand slid under his coat and slipped around the front to touch his cock. Her fingers curled around the shaft as his cock grew in her bold hand. “I can’t wait to take care of that,” she teased him.

  Michael didn’t move as her hand fondled his cock. It strained his pants, Michael almost tempted to throw her into the bathroom and take her right there. The door of the plane suddenly opened as the bright light of the morning sun beamed in; the hot, humid summer air quickly overcame the air-conditioned airplane. “Soon,” he promised her as he stepped off the airplane to go into the terminal. He looked at his watch, 10 A.M. New York time.

  It had been a hectic week, leaving his friends, some in school with him for over five years. He sold most of his stuff, not worth the effort to ship it to New York City. He had received a packet from the company when he had gotten home, surprised to see all the benefits they provided. He was worried about housing, knowing the city was one of the most expensive cities in the world. He learned that the company would provide him a hotel room for a month, sure that it wasn’t as luxurious as the one during his interview, but grateful that he wasn’t under a lot of pressure to find something right away. There was a generous expense account, education reimbursement, 401K, 100% health insurance, dues and subscriptions and an endless list of discounts available in the city. The company tried hard to keep their employees happy.

  Michael had shopped for clothes before he felt Los Angles. The $150K salary looked smaller and smaller every day after he dropped thousands for the new clothes, but he wanted to look good.

  * * * *

  It was a short walk to the office; Michael’s eyes scanned the throngs of people that filled the sidewalks. The sidewalks were almost as big as some of the smaller roads in California. And the women were so beautiful with short skirts, shapely legs in high heels and the gentle sway of firm breasts in silk blouses and tops which enticed him as he walked. The office building was in Midtown West, near the Avenue of the Americas. It was the center of most of the Fortune 100 companies, in the heart of the action and wealth of the business world.

  Michael was ushered off to human resources, almost as if he were a celebrity, to fill out forms, get a security badge and do all the things that new employees needed to do. A pretty young thing, barely out of high school, escorted him to his new office on the thirtieth floor.

  He barely had time to settle into the chair when Michael looked up to see him at his door.

  “Welcome to the Lassiter, Johnston and Mercer family, Michael. Ms. Lassiter says I can expect greatness from you. You don’t want to let Ms. Lassiter down. I’m Bill Jenkins, the Senior Account Executive for Corporate Accounts. We deal in the very large accounts, Toyota and Microsoft just to name a few. You do a great job here and you’ll have a shot at the exciting assignments—the small companies.”

  The indoctrination took over two hours; Bill went over the way the company worked, some of the key players that Michael would interact with and some of the other new employees that started this year.

  “I’m going to pair you with Brandon Lenox. He’s been here for a year. He’s a lot like you, so you’ll get along. He’ll help you get along in the city, since I noticed you just got here today. It’s a big change from L.A. and it’ll take a while to get used to, but I think you’ll find the change refreshing. Except for the winters, but there is nothing like Macy’s and Gimbals all decked out for Christmas with just a dusting of white snow to get you in the Christmas spirit. I’m not sure how you got into the Christmas spirit in Los Angeles when you decorate a palm tree with mistletoe and tinsel.” Bill kidded Michael. He changed the subject. “Do you know anyone in the city?”

  “Actually, yes, I have a date tonight.”

  Bill wasn’t surprised. Ms. Lassiter was a good judge of character and men. “Where do you plan to take her? I’m sure you want to impress her.”

  “I promised her a dance club, but she says they are difficult if not impossible to get into.”

  “Give me a moment.” Bill picked up Michael’s telephone. “This is Bill Jenkins, is she available?” He waited for a moment before there was a response. “I’m in Michael Hauser office with him. Yes, he’s everything you said he is and I have high expectations for him. You said if there was anything he might need to call you. He has a date tonight, and he’d like to go to one of the dance clubs. Yes, yes.” His head nodded. “That would be great. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. Thanks.” He hung up with a big smile on his face.

  Michael saw that Bill seemed to be pleased with himself.

  “You’ll have reservations tonight at Marquee. It is THE dance club in the city. Ms. Lassiter said to dress trendy. Your date will be impressed.” Bill didn’t tell him, but Ms. Lassiter would take care of the bill, not sure that Michael could afford a drink there, never mind the whole night. She went all out for Michael, so he had a lot to prove to her.

  “I can’t thank the both of you enough.” He didn’t know of the Marquee, but he had high expectations if Ms. Lassiter recommended it.

  Bill left him with Brandon. Brandon looked the same age as Michael. A couple of inches taller at over six feet; he kept his body in good shape as Michael did. While Michael’s hair was lighter due to the California sun, Brandon kept his darker brown hair short and neatly trimmed. He looked like he did well with the ladies, most of the girls that passed him in the hall smiled sexily at him.

  “How do you like it here?”

  “I came from Chicago, different from L.A., but still a far cry from the city. The women here are unbelievable, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. They all look for the movers and the shakers, and when they find one; they’ll not deny him anything. And I mean anything, and that includes the employees here. There is a large staff of lovely girls from receptionists, artists, copyrighters, to sales executives, and they are all available. And they’re not just beautiful bodies, but they have brains to match. They just know the rules of the game and will do whatever is necessary for the right guy. Some women might need a bit of prodding to perform, but don’t worry about that. It’s a close-knit business, and no one will jeopardize their career.” Brandon gave him his philosophy on girls, now it
was time for the company. “If you’re good, you’ll have a chance to shine here. They really seek out the imaginative and creative. Don’t worry about throwing about your most insane suggestions, that’s what they look for. They want the firm to be the top leader, not the follower with the ‘also ran’ campaign. They need us as much as we need them.”

  They had lunch in the dining room, and Michael remembered the fine food from his interview. “How about living here?”

  “I share a three bedroom, three bath apartment not far from here on East 50th. It’s in a luxury building, doorman, washer and dryer, everything you could want, including a killer view from the windows. One bedroom will be vacant in a week. He’s going back to Chicago. He never got used to living here. It’s yours if you’d like it. I can show you it tonight. It’ll go fast; the vacancy rate in the city is 1%. They go quickly in spite of the price.”

  “And what would the rent be?” Michael braced himself for the answer, but even he didn’t expect it to be so high.

  “It’s three thousand a month for your share.” He saw the shock on Michael’s face. “You didn’t think they paid you all the money and it wouldn’t cost you anything to live here?” He didn’t know exactly how much Michael made, but it had to be at least $125K. “They don’t mention the bonus much, but I can tell you it’s in the tens of thousands of dollars each year or more. And you’ll need to maintain a lifestyle for all the lovely ladies you’ll bring home.”

  “I appreciate the offer. Let’s go after work tomorrow to see it. I need to get settled quickly so I can get down to work. They expect a lot around here, and I plan to deliver.”

  Chapter: 2

  The Celebration

  He dialed up the number, and Heather’s voice purred into the phone as if she waited by it for it to ring.