Chapter 1

First Job

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 had been to get into advertising. He had always dreamed of a job in Los Angeles, able to live at the beach while commuting into the city during the day. All of his interviews had been with the large national firms with offices in Los Angeles, serving mainly the entertainment industry. He had his pick of six of them, all great jobs with excellent pay.

He was ready to take one of them when he was called into the office of Professor Thompson. Cynthia Thompson. Michael had taken four advertising classes with her, making sure that he sat in the front row and never failing to check out the lovely body of his favorite professor. At thirty-five she made his cock hard each time he saw her, and despite her brilliant abilities, he still lusted after her. What man wouldn’t? She was the most sought-after professor on the campus, and it wasn’t her body that attracted the students. She was the sharpest “Ad Man” in the business. She had had very successful careers with some of the best ad agencies in the world. She was being groomed to take over as president of a major ad agency when she suddenly quit and joined the faculty at Pepperdine University. Now, Pepperdine University is a great university, sitting on the beautiful Pacific Ocean just north of Los Angeles, but it was not noted for being the hot bed of the advertising business. At least not until Professor Thompson joined them. All of a sudden the school was inundated with offers from other professors to join the staff. Pepperdine University was suddenly thrust into the limelight of education for the advertising business. That is what drew Michael to the campus. That had been five years ago, five grueling years for his Bachelor’s degree and now his MBA. He was to graduate in less than one week and was all ready to accept one of the lucrative jobs in Los Angeles.

He sat nervously outside Professor Thompson’s office. Even though he already had his grades, he was still nervous. What could Professor Thompson want from him? The secretary barely looked up at him, already recognizing his presence when he walked in.

* * *

Cynthia had gotten a phone call from Melissa Lassiter last week out of the clear blue sky. “Why hello, Melissa, I haven’t heard from you in almost six months. What brings me to your attention?” Cynthia and Melissa went way back, almost to the beginning, fresh out of college. They both rose up through the ranks quickly, easily overwhelming most of the men. Melissa went on to become President of Lassiter, Johnston and Mercer, with their headquarters located in New York City. Its clients included the likes of Microsoft, Toyota, GE and many others of the Fortune 500. But its heart was with the small companies, the next Microsoft, the next Google, the companies that needed a new twist in advertising to make them stand out among the giants in the industry. That was what made an Ad Man’s heart pump loudly. It didn’t pay the bills, but it made the adrenalin rush through their veins.

“I figured by now you should have some of your best students graduating? Ones that you nurtured over the years. I need someone fresh to shake up some of my stodgy colleagues. I have some great new clients. You know the kind. The type that will shake up their industry. All I have to do is get them recognized. Maybe then they will be able to pay my bills.” Melissa laughed at her last remark. Many of the small clients would barely be able to afford her lunch bill, never mind any ad campaigns they would design.

“I didn’t know it quit snowing in the city during the winter,” Cynthia said, knowing it would be a hard sell to get someone to move from California to New York City. Even in the summertime.

“Honey, I know how to keep them warm during the winter,” Melissa said, joking back. “I’m looking for someone that wants to be at the top of their game. And the city has much more to offer than the warm sands. We’ve got a vibrant night life that you can’t even come close to rivaling.” They often got into this discussion, both of them trading barbs about each coast.

Cynthia’s brain was already clicking as they talked. She went through the list of her top students and always came back to the same name. Michael. A California native, he would be a tough sell. But if anyone could do it, Melissa could. She had seen the way Michael always looked at her in class. In the university setting it was taboo, but in the business world the line between business and pleasure was a blur; Cynthia and Melissa playing the game like pros. It wasn’t a male-dominated business; it was a power-dominated business. Whoever had the power could dominate. And Cynthia and Melissa took their power seriously. And their domination.

“What’s the name? I can hear your mind clicking.” Melissa knew she could count on Cynthia. She knew her silence meant she was running through the list.

“You’re going to owe me big for this.” Cynthia let her hang as long as she could. She liked the power, no matter how fleeting it was.

“You know I love to owe you. You get me what I am looking for and you can come out to New York and I’ll get you what you need. I know you must be dying out there for some action. You’ll go home with a smile on your face that won’t fade for a year.” Cynthia and Melissa had many things in common, sexual preferences being one of them. Their power extended to the bedroom, both of them liking to be in charge. Not the typical female trait.

Cynthia’s thighs clenched tight, feeling her pussy getting wet. It had been a long time of being good. She needed to get out of California and let her fantasies run wild. And she needed someone that she could have her way with. “Michael. He just graduated with an MBA, majoring in Advertising. Four-point-0 average. He’s got the sharpest mind around. Not just book learning. Anyone can do that. He’s got an imagination that will run away. He’s going to take some ad agency to the top with his creativity.”

“Is he taken?”

Cynthia laughed loudly into the telephone. “Not by me,” she teased Melissa. “But he has six job offers. All of them great opportunities. All in L.A.”

“Can you get me an interview with him?” Melissa never considered others much competition. All she needed to do was get in front of Michael. She’d convince him that her offer was the best.

“Oh, I can do that,” Cynthia promised without even thinking. An “Ad Man” could convince Eskimos to buy refrigerators. Getting Michael in front of Melissa would be easy.

“Monday?”

“Not a problem. Send me the details.” Melissa was already conjuring up her strategy.

“Thanks. Love you and owe you big.”

“Yes you do. And by the way, Michael is a hunk of a man. Just to warn you ahead of time.”

“I knew that already. While we were talking, I brought up the yearbook picture of him. You know me, always a step ahead. That wouldn’t make a difference in whether I hire him or not. Though it will if he goes to work for us. You know me.”

“Too well. You’re so much like me that it’s scary. I feel sorry for Michael. He doesn’t stand a chance.”

“If he’s anything like you think he is, I wouldn’t worry too much about him. He’ll get the power he wants very quickly. And then we’ll see what he does with it. Thanks again, talk to you soon.” Melissa hung up, already giving her secretary the instructions for Michael’s interview, making sure that they went out by FedEx today. Melissa didn’t have any doubts that Cynthia would come through.

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