S & M III -Vol I

by Vera Roberts

  Sanora got on her knees and crawled backwards towards Scott’s cock. Even though He just came, He was still erect. She gently grabbed His cock with her hands, rolling the wet shaft between her fingers. She then took Him in her mouth. He was salty and sweet.

  She sucked slowly, reveling in how He tasted and wanting to please Him. His eyes rolled in the back of His head and His back stiffened a little as He moaned softly. Sanora increased her pace, sucking harder and incorporating her hands in a twisting motion. The sensation was too much for Scott and He soon exploded in Sanora’s mouth.

  “Did my Master like that?” Sanora whispered.

  “Your Master loved it,” Scott smiled. His face was flushed and He tried to regain His senses. He had never cum so hard or fast in His life. Sanora set the standard for many women to come after her.

  “That’s good,” Sanora climbed on top of Scott and straddled his waist. She nibbled on his neck and rocked her hips against his. “Now it’s my turn. I sincerely hope you’re not tired. It’s about to be a long night for us both.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Scott returned to work at McCormick and Sheppard after his European excursion. When he stepped out of the elevator, there was something new about him; something fresh. He walked more confidently through the halls. His face was serious with the occasional grin. He had bulked up a bit and his suits were now designer.

  Everyone knew what was different about Scott: he had swagger.

  Women who never really noticed Scott before, were lining up outside their cubicles to take a look at him. His male colleagues were pleasantly surprised to see him not only back at work, but looking better than ever. Whatever happened to him during his sabbatical, it definitely worked to his advantage.

  Scott heard the whispers. He’s back! Look! Damn, what happened to Scott? He’s gorgeous. Hey, did you hear Scott’s back? He looks better than ever! He ignored all of them and would continue to do so. He had no interest in having an office romance. No matter how well the intentions were between the consenting parties, they never end well.

  He went straight to his office and waited for Elissa to approach him. “Welcome back,” she cautiously approached.

  “Thank you,” Scott turned on his computer and settled into his chair. “I’m assuming I had plenty of messages and voicemails; I’ll go through them later. Are there meetings for me to handle today?”

  “As always,” Elissa handed him a calendar full of the day’s meetings, “your presence is optional at all of them.”

  “My presence is optional,” Scott repeated as he eyeballed the meetings, “and why would that be?”

  “Owen thought it would be in your best interest to keep a low profile,” Elissa replied.

  Owen. The name made Scott’s blood boil. For years, Owen had treated Scott like he was his own personal bitch and took full credit for work he knew he didn’t do. Owen thought Scott was stupid, not realizing the young protégé was watching his boss’s every move and studying his habits. He had something for Owen, all right, and it wasn’t going to be pretty when it was delivered. “Elissa, who’s been handling the accounts since I’ve been gone?”

  “Well, Owen designated some of the other directors to…”

  “Cover his ass so he wouldn’t have to do any of the work?” Scott interjected. His tone was sharp. “Will Owen be at any of the meetings today?”

  “He’ll be at the last one,” Elissa felt something big was about to happen. “Why?”

  “I’ll be at all of the meetings today,” Scott replied.

  “Alright. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

  “Yes, actually,” Scott’s lips curved into a smile. When he arrived home from Italy, there was a package waiting for him at his front door step. He opened the large package and saw it contained a flash drive with no note. He plugged the flash drive into his computer and was in shock and awe about what was in front of him. The angels were certainly shining down on him. “Contact the office of the building and schedule an appointment to get my office moved. Owen is about to get fired today.”

  ****

  All of Scott’s meetings went as planned. He coasted through all of them. His mind was focused on the final meeting of the day. Everyone was going to be there and that’s how he wanted it. He wanted a show. He didn’t want anyone to be confused as to what happened or how the events took place.

  Rich and Mike gathered all of the employees in the main conference room for the final meeting. Each department was going to present their projects with the creative director leading the presentations. Scott purposely chose a spot in an inconspicuous corner of the room. He didn’t want his presence to take away from the other presentations. He wanted everyone’s attention when it counted the most.

  When it was time for the Brand Strategy department to present their projects, Scott surprised everyone by taking the lead. “I’ll take over now,” Scott stood up from the back and made his way to the front. “Good afternoon, everyone. I hope you’re all doing well.”

  “Scott! My man! You’re looking good!” Owen shouted from the long conference table. “Nice to see you back and focused.”

  Oh, I’m focused alright. “Yes, I am. Now let’s begin, shall we? Elissa is passing out a report of all of Brand Strategy’s projects, budgets, and projections for the next three years. The last few years or so have not been a good look for the department. While our campaigns have been strong, they have also been weak by industry standards. We have been making some profit but clearly not enough as our competitors. They’re the ones getting the celebrity clientele and major brands while we’re better off advertising in Mom and Pop stores. That changes now.”

  Rich flipped through Scott’s report. “Scott, I must say I’m impressed with your report,” Rich complimented.

  “Very well done, son,” Mike added.

  “On the screen here, you will see I took the liberty in reorganizing the website,” Scott pointed to the large projection in front of him. “Now when the public, our competition, or potential clients visit the website, you will see everyone listed. Soon, everyone’s picture, bio, and contact information will be added as well.” Scott smiled. “But the best is yet to come.”

  “The best is yet to come?” Mike asked. He was already impressed by the changes Scott had implemented. “Such as what?”

  “I have a meeting this evening with another potential lucrative client,” Scott snapped his fingers and several young women brought out trays of milk and chocolate chip cookies. “Got Milk, anyone?”

  The conference room buzzed with Scott’s presentation. Everyone began to enjoy the cookies and milk in front of them. Scott didn’t care what anyone else thought. He knew he succeeded. His only focus was Owen. He saw his manager seething. His mouth was tightly shut and his jaw was clenched.

  Owen was embarrassed. It was his job to schmooze and entertain everyone like he had so much in the past. It should’ve been him to present the tarts delivering the cookies and milk. He relied on Scott to cover his ass so much, he didn’t think to realize Scott might have had his own agenda in the process. “Scott, I didn’t get the report. You know you were to always present something to me first so I can present it to the co-chairs.”

  Scott had been waiting for his move. Now it’s time for chess. “Just so you can steal it and pretend you did yourself?” Scott asked.

  Owen froze in his chair. “What? What did you just say?”

  “I think I was pretty clear, wasn’t I?” Scott replied. “Now as I pointed out on page three…”

  “No, no, wait a minute. Just wait a damn minute,” Owen pointed his finger at Scott. “I never stole anything from you and pretended I did the work. You and I both know that’s a damn lie.”

  “Oh really?” Scott folded his arms. “Owen, why did we have to get a new model on the Coca-Cola ad in the December issue of Essence magazine?”

  Owen felt his cheeks becoming hotter. All eyes were on him and even the interns were fascinated with what was g
oing on. “Scott, you didn’t honestly think I’m going to remember an ad from six months ago, did you? We change models all the time. I can’t remember when we had this model or that model.” Owen shrugged.

  “It’s funny because according to an e-mail I have saved and Elissa is passing out to everyone, you were insistent the model had to be changed for that particular magazine but you didn’t say why,” Scott felt his slacks tighten. The power was giving him an erection. “But you suddenly don’t remember now?”

  “No, I don’t. Would you like to inform everyone why I changed the model since you seem to know so much, Scott?” Owen was infuriated.

  “Sure,” Scott pulled up the image in question on the projector screen. “The model Coca-Cola wanted to use was a lily-white girl from Nebraska. Doesn’t really quite fit in with the Essence readership, does it?”

  Soft giggles and murmurs floated through the conference room. Owen was pissed. Scott was trying to get him fired. He wasn’t about to go down without a fight. “Scott, I really don’t think you’re really in the mental condition to state any facts…”

  “Oh, I’m not? What mental condition do you think I’m in, Owen?” Scott leaned forward. “I’m curious to hear this one.”

  Owen scoffed.“Come on, man. You just got dumped on an international level by your fiancée. She left you for your best friend. You hid for three weeks. You’re not mentally here.”

  Owen’s admission caused gasps from those in the conference room. He played into Scott’s hand. “And curiously, do you think that makes me mentally unstable?” Scott nodded.

  “You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Owen asked.

  Scott threw his hands in the air. “We’re all adults here, aren’t we?”

  “Then fine. Yes, I think it makes you mentally unstable and you need some additional time off.” Owen admitted.

  Scott once again nodded. “Alright, I’ll accept that. Just one last thing before I go on another leave,” he pointed to the projector and pressed play on his computer. What appeared on the screen caused mouths to drop throughout the meeting. Owen and Rich’s daughter were having sex on Rich’s desk. “If I’m mentally unstable, you’re surely insane.”

  Rich slowly stood up. His eyes were fixated on the screen before him. His daughter was sprawled out on his desk with Owen thrusting inside her. After he was done, he shot his load over Rich’s desk. “I just fucked your daughter, asshole,” Owen laughed as he came.

  Richard looked over at Owen and stared through his soul. He only had a few words. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

  Owen was flabbergasted. There was no explanation. He didn’t think Rich had cameras in his office. “Rich, Rich, I can explain!”

  “Like hell you can!” The older man started to approach him but was stopped by other colleagues to prevent a confrontation. “You’re fired effective immediately! Elissa, call security.”

  Owen turned to Scott. “You set me up! This is all his fault!”

  “Where you dip your dick in is not my doing at all,” Scott smiled.

  Owen lunged after Scott but was held back by office security. Scott simply leaned back in his rolling chair and smiled. If he didn’t know better, he could’ve sworn seeing Owen’s fall from grace gave him an orgasm.

  So this is what psycholagny feels like…

  ****

  The following morning, Scott called an emergency meeting with all of the departments in the main conference room. He was promoted to interim executive creative director until a permanent replacement was found.

  “I’m sure you all have heard of Owen’s sudden departure,” Scott shook his head, “what a pity. Anyway, it’s back to business as usual. Our competitors are waiting for us to slip so they can jump on our backs to acquire our clients. That’s not happening. Not now, not ever.

  “Today starts a new era at McCormick and Sheppard. There are some ground rules that we all should follow. Rule number one, I’m in charge. All campaigns must go through me for final approval. If I’m not here and a campaign needs approval, then you will wait until I get back. Rule number two, I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t care if you love me or hate me. If you like me, we’ll get along just fine. If you hate me, don’t let it affect your work. The moment it does, I’ll fire you on the spot. It’s about the client, not about your feelings.

  “Rule number three, if I think you’re full of shit, I’ll tell you. If I think you fucked up, I’ll fire you. I’m the one who makes the decision to keep you or not. Please remember that for future reference. That is all. Are there any questions?” Scott asked.

  Everyone in the conference room was in stunned silence. One creative director, Tike, mumbled under his breath. “That’s cold as ice.” He commented.

  “I’m sorry what was that?” Scott asked. “I couldn’t hear you.”

  “Nothing, man,” Tike was embarrassed. “Nothing.”

  “Surely it was something since your colleagues are giggling along with you like little school girls who just discovered what a penis looks like.” Scott replied.

  Tike and his friends straightened up in their chairs and put on a serious demeanor. “No, it’s nothing, really. I was just commenting how cold as ice that was. What you said.”

  Scott stared at Tike for a long while. His eyes bored holes through the man’s soul. It made Tike squeamish. “Thank you,” was all Scott said.

  Scott’s nickname, Ice, was born on that day.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Three years had passed since Scott’s infamous boardroom meeting. The campaigns looked sharper. McCormick & Sheppard were getting new accounts from major industry players and celebrity clientele. Employees worked harder and took pride in their work. Michael and Richard were proud of how their business was growing. It had been a long while since they’ve been on top and they enjoyed the success. It allowed them to play golf more.

  But not everything was smooth. Scott’s reputation for being an asshole was growing by the second. He was known to stop people in the elevator and quiz them on the projects they were currently working on. If the answers were not satisfactory, the employees were fired on the spot. One division had seen half of their employees leave. He openly criticized anyone who disagreed with him and made it a point to embarrass those in meetings. He had made several trips to the HR office but shrugged off the visits. He didn’t care.

  When Scott made one of the female employees cry and quit on the same day, it was enough. The Human Resources director called Scott in for an emergency meeting along with Mike and Rich. “Scott, your behavior as of late has been very unprofessional and detrimental to the staff here,” Lily began, “you’re going to be in serious trouble if you keep it up.”

  “Lily, have you heard of Darwin?” Scott asked.

  “Yes, why?”

  “Then you may have heard of survival of the fittest? Those strongest will rise. Those weak will fall behind and die.” Scott adjusted his position in the chair. “That’s what I’m doing. If one is weak, they do not need to be working here and I most certainly don’t need to deal with their shit.”

  Lily sighed. “This is very serious.”

  “This is about as serious as the Catholic church’s response to molestation by priests.” Scott deadpanned.

  “Scott,” Lily leaned over the table, “I’m warning you. If you don’t straighten up your act, you’re going to be fired.”

  Scott leaned over the table and met eyes with Lily. “I wish you would.”

  “Ice, can we have a moment?” Mike interrupted. “We need to talk to Lily alone.”

  “Fine,” Scott stood up and straightened his suit. He left the conference room.

  When Scott was out of earshot, Lily spoke to the directors. “He’s a loose cannon. We have to get rid of him.”

  “No,” Rich shook his head, “no.”

  “No?” Lily was in disbelief. “He just threatened me right now in front of you! He has threatened all of directors here! If you keep
him, Rich, you’re setting yourself up for a lawsuit by one of the employees.”

  “Scott is what this company needs. We’re the number three ad agency in the world. We used to be number thirty-six.” Rich admitted. “Sure, he’s a little brash. Sure, he’s an asshole. But he’s a great employee.”

  “And the quality of work has improved since he took over,” Mike added.

  “Did you know since Scott has been in charge, we have generated over $100 million in ad revenue? And we got the CLIO!” Rich beamed. The CLIO was the advertising industry’s version of the Oscar. “I always wanted one!”

  “Lily, we’ve won Agency of the Year the past three years in a row because of Scott,” Mike mentioned, “he’s also won advertising executive of year by Adweek.”