Power Play - Episode 6

Text and the condom ad mock-up : @stsciurussimblr / Screenshots: stories4sims

I was at home getting ready to go out. I had been putting on my tuxedo and had just finished tying my black bowtie when my cell phone went off. It was Raoul, the doorman for the apartment building.

“Mr. Hastings, a guy’s here from your office. Says he has drawings for you.”

“Send him up, Raoul, and thanks.”

I knew that the creative team had been working on a new campaign for Gladiator, the huge condom manufacturer, and we were to present to the client at the end of the week. The gala had fallen during this difficult week of meeting preparation, and a number of my staff were working late. As always, I had the final approval for all visuals, so I couldn’t fault them for interrupting me after hours so that they could keep on working.

When the doorbell rang, I had just finished putting on my jacket. I opened the door and there was Caleb standing there holding a black briefcase.

“Caleb!” I said without thinking.

“You remembered my name, Mr. Hastings!” he responded maybe a little too enthusiastically.

So there we were standing in the doorway, eye to eye. His tie was loosened at the neck. I noticed a slight glow of perspiration on his cheeks, as if he had run all the way from the office to get here. But surely he would have taken a taxi?

In this seemingly frozen moment, I was trying to distract and distance myself. The sexual tension was palpable, and I could already feel my cock growing down my left pant leg. I was hoping desperately that Caleb wouldn’t notice.
I decided not to respond directly to what he had said about remembering his name.

“Um, yes. Come in and show me what you’ve got.” I reddened slightly, realizing that what I had just said might be misunderstood.

His face lit up in a smile. “Sure, boss! Let me show you what I’ve got.”

Was he playing with me? I decided to ignore it if he was. I forced myself to open the briefcase and take out the mockups he had brought with him for review. It didn’t help that these were print ads for Gladiator condoms, but I reviewed the eight boards in the package and made a few notes on each one. The sheer act of doing this calmed me down, and when I had finished, I put the boards back into the briefcase and handed it to Caleb.

“Is any of this your work?” I said, trying to keep our relationship strictly business.

“Yes, boss. The fourth and fifth boards.” He could see me trying to remember which ones those were. “You know, the fourth one had the beefy guy with his arm around his lover’s neck, holding the box of condoms close to his cheek, and the fifth one…”

“Yeah, okay! I remember. Um, good work,” I interrupted. “Now I expect they’re waiting for you at the office.”

“Is there anything else I can do for you boss?” he asked. 

Was he coming on to me? Or was it just my overactive imagination? I told him brusquely that he could go. Instead of going, he came up to me and put one hand on my belt and the other on my crotch, molding it around my cock which now was rock hard under my trousers. I froze.

“Are you sure, boss?”

“Um, Caleb, listen…”

“I’m listening,” he said while continuing to explore the contours of my manhood.

“You know I, uh …” I moaned slightly. “I, uh, have a strict policy about office, uh, relationships.”

“But you’re the boss,” he countered, giving my cock a squeeze.

I shuddered with pleasure. I could feel my cock weeping precum. But I broke away from him just the same. 

“Caleb, this has got to stop. My being the boss is exactly why this is wrong. This kind of relationship can poison the atmosphere, and I don’t want that for my company.”

“But no one has to know,” he argued.

I laughed cynically. “People always find out. And I don’t want a secret relationship with anybody. I’m completely open and out at work and in my private life, and I don’t want to lose that freedom. I’m sorry. You know I find you attractive, but this can’t work.”

Caleb looked embarrassed. “Is this because I rejected you that time at the bar? I can explain that. I…”

So he did remember me from the bar! “No, it has nothing to do with that. This has everything to do with my business and how I want it to be run. I won’t hold this against you at work—if you don’t hold it against me. Okay?” 

He nodded glumly. And I finally saw him to the door.