Brad stepped out of the steaming hot shower and grabbed the closest towel. Padding himself dry he slicked back his thick black hair with a palm full of Suave Extra Hold gel in one long motion. Staring at his own reflection in the tall mirror fixed on the wall opposite of the shower, Brad flexed his athletic arms and clenched his washboard stomach. His muscles bowed and his stomach tightened as he contorted his body in front of the mirror, almost lustfully. Flushing slightly Brad looked down at the throbbing erection he’d given himself, grabbed it and smiled. “You’re a fucking god Brad Pitzer.” He said with intensity. “You’re the fucking man.” He said, as he wrapped his left hand around his completely alert penis and began to vigorously jerk himself off in front of the mirror.
Brad went into the office and spent the day like he usually does; sitting on the phone making cold calls to prospective clients and sexually harassing his secretary Lisa who was desperately pretending not to love every minute of it. Occasionally he’d break down her will just enough so that she’d let him fuck her on his nine thousand dollar desk where she would breathe heavily with her face pushed down on the Cherry wood veneers or bounce up and down as she distractedly stared at the Ash Burl borders and intricate Walnut and Maple marquetry.
Brad Pitzer was the top salesman at one of the wealthiest leasing corporations in the world and he fully enjoyed every perk that came with it; a German car, an Italian suit, a Swiss watch and an American paycheck. When he wasn‘t in the office he was out wining and dining his prospective clientele at the most lavish restaurants in New York City. He flew to every country he felt like visiting, whenever he felt like visiting them. There was never a woman he couldn’t have; no matter what ethnicity or social status. He slept with super models, movie stars, royalty, and he had even gotten his way with a woman of the cloth once as a teenager in an all boy’s school. If his looks didn’t get Brad Pitzer what he wanted, then his silver tongue certainly would.
The phone on Brad’s desk buzzed once and Lisa’s voice came on over the intercom. “Brad, Mr. Delaney is on line 1 and wants to know if you’ll be going out for drinks with him and the rest of the sales team tonight.” A slow smile crept across Brad’s devilishly handsome face. Mr. Delaney was the CEO and a closeted homosexual. Brad had known this since first meeting the man and was quite certain that Delaney had hired him because he thought he was gay and wanted to sleep with him. Of course, it didn’t help that Brad noticed this and used it during the interview.
Delaney constantly tried to get Brad to go out for drinks with just the two of them and had even gone as far as to invite him to stay at his cabin upstate for a “guy’s weekend” a number of times. Brad admired his desperation and took advantage of it whenever possible. Tonight however, was a different matter. Brad had been too busy to “prowl the streets” (as he so eloquently liked to put it) this past week and he was in dire need of some fast action. “Tell Mr. Delaney that I’ll be heading home after work today. I’ve been pushing myself too hard this week and I need to get some down time.” “OK Brad, I’ll tell hi-” The line was cut, Brad had lost interest and hung up.
After work that evening Brad did not go directly home as he had told Mr. Delaney he would. Instead, he went out in search of a one night stand. Brad hadn’t slept with a woman in over a week and it was beginning to distract him from his work. “If I don’t get to some legitimate sexual contact in the next couple of hours, I‘m convinced that my nuts will explode and my brain will become totally useless.” Brad thought to himself as he headed out of the office building and onto the street.
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