Chapter 8

The Gibbons account turned out to be quite a simple matter actually. Richard Gibbons and his cohort, Sam Benton, (why did they always seem to arrive in twos for advertising presentations?) were most receptive to Reid's erotic approach in marketing their product. They were knowledgeable and up-to-date gentlemen; they understood the importance of sex in marketing an oral product. Therefore, when Reid showed them his sketches of a young cowboy raising a tube of Gibbons toothpaste slowly from his hip, removing the top and then shooting a steady stream of the tube's white contents directly into a girl's eager mouth as her eyes rolled lustfully, they instantly agreed that such a phallic representation of an ejaculating stream of "Delicious Gibbons" into a beautiful girl's waiting mouth would sell the product. Strangely, though, it was Sam Benton who, unlike the "yes man" of the Wonder-Lift Forbes-Corey team, raised the principal objection.

"A masterpiece," Benton began. "There's no doubt in my mind that you are an advertising genius, Mr. Hartley. However, the TV spot you've suggested, will raise such hell I'm afraid that in the long run it will hurt us."

Richard Gibbons nodded, seemingly agreeing. He sighed. "Yes, maybe he's right, Mr. Hartley," he agreed. "I-I just don't know. It will sell our product, most assuredly, but can we risk it?"

Reid glanced at Mona. Once again, just as they had done with the Wonder-Lift account, Mona as pre-arranged removed a tube of Gibbons toothpaste from a brown paper sack and held it-gripped it like a cock actually-lovingly in her dainty little hand.

"Gentlemen," Reid said. "What is my secretary holding in her hand?"

"A tube of Gibbons toothpaste," both men chorused.

"Precisely. But we don't want to sell Gibbons toothpaste, do we? Did Wrigley sell chewing gum or did he sell a smile? Do you believe you sell suntan lotion because people merely like darker skins? Hell, no. A suntan makes a woman more desirable-a man, too. And when you show them rubbing the stuff on each other's bare skin the stuff sells."

"That's slightly different," Gibbons said.

"How?" Reid counterattacked.

"Well, rubbing someone's body is different from squirting a stream of white cream into someone's mouth. I mean-"

"Don't you see that it's all part of the same thing?" Reid interrupted. "One is merely a prelude to the other. It's all part of the sexual act. I tell you that if Gibbons doesn't do it, your competition will! Christ, when a guy rubs lotion on his girl friend's back you don't think everybody watching knows what's going on? Sure, some people react on a subconscious level. But the majority of viewers know precisely what is happening. Still, nobody except a lunatic fringe, which constitutes a hopeless fraction of your market, objects to rubbing on suntan lotion. And that lunatic fringe merely calls added attention to your product. Believe me, gentlemen, I know what I'm talking about."

Gibbons sat scratching his head. Reid knew that it was Gibbons who would make the final decision. Benton was a powerful influence, true, but it was Gibbons who would make the decision. "I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "I just don't know."

Benton shook his head obstinately.

"Mona," Reid said, "please illustrate precisely what we have in mind, would you?"

"Yes, sir," she chirped, removed the cap from the tube. Slowly, ever so lovingly, she squeezed the contents of the tube into her open mouth. "UMMMM," she said. "Gibbons gives me things I yearn for... things I dream of but would never breathe a word to a soul about... Gibbons makes my mouth feel all tingly... it tastes so good I even want to swallow it... yummy... my boyfriends love me when I do this...."

Reid saw that both men were swallowing at Mona's ultra-erotic demonstration.

"Well, what do you think? Exciting, yes," Reid said. "Obscene? Never!"

"Very impressive, but-" Benton began.

Suddenly Reid knew that he had to be dramatic-dramatic in a way he had never been dramatic before. He elected to risk everything. Quickly, he rose to his feet, went over to where Mona sat on the couch, dropped his pants and quickly, with a minimum of manipulation, achieved a full erection. He stood somewhat sideways to that the men could observe clearly what was to follow.

"Take hold of my cock, Mona," he commanded. "Take hold of my flesh tube of Gibbons toothpaste!"

Mona complied.

"Now repeat while staring at my organ what you just said regarding that tube!"

Both men's mouths hung open now in total amazement at what they were witnessing as Mona spoke. When she had finished, Reid stuffed his cock back inside his pants, zipped up his fly and returned to the pedestal chart. While the shock was still upon them, he flipped to the next page of the pedestal chart. There, in full flesh color, was an enormous representation of a flesh-colored tube of Gibbons toothpaste. The vessel even bulged slightly at the bottom to simulate testicles somewhat and, at the top near the cap, was a kind of gathering that could be interpreted as foreskin!

"Here, gentlemen, is your new package-a package which along with the campaign I've outlined will triple the sales of your product! I absolutely guarantee it! Women will buy Gibbons like crazy-many not even knowing why-and to men the facts won't even seem apparent! In fact, you'll even corner the goddamn fag market!" He paused now for dramatic effect. "Primarily, though, we're aiming at females." He spoke very slowly, wanting every word to sink in. "Remember, as we all know and as every market study has revealed, it is the female who does the shopping. It is the female who actually selects the product from this nation's shelves! You have before you the most dynamic selling concept-combined with packaging-in this nation's history!"

Benton sprang to his feet enraged. "You mean to stand there and tell us you're going to put men's cocks and balls in grocery stores and drug stores throughout the country. I don't know about you, Richard," he said, turning to his partner, "but I've seen quite enough. This is the work of a madman! Preposterous! Absolutely unthinkable!"

Reid saw that Richard Gibbons was paying no attention to his cohort. Instead, he was staring at Mona's bare cunt beneath her miniskirt. Reid decided that the time was right to leave Richard alone with Mona. He grabbed Benton forcibly by the arm and started for the door.

"Naturally," Reid said, "the newspaper and magazine ads will take a slightly different approach, even though the packaging must remain the same. Mr. Gibbons, if you don't mind, I'd like to dispel Mr. Benton's fears by showing him other sketches dreamed up by our art department. With your approval we should be back in ten or fifteen minutes."

Richard Gibbons was panting and still staring at Mona's totally visibly snatch that lay at the end of the smooth and satiny texture of her inner thighs. "Uh-yes," he muttered. "That might be a good idea. You two-uh-go ahead. Good idea... good idea... better look everything over completely before making a final decision, Sam," he said to his partner.

With that, Reid whisked the protesting Sam Benton from the room and down the corridor to the art department where, as usual, he turned a prospect presenting obstacles over to the art director, Jules. Then Reid went to the peep hole and peered into his office to see how Mona was progressing with Richard Gibbons.

It took only a moment to see that, once again, Mona was a master at the sex game. When it came to seduction and extracting promises, she was a virtuoso. Reid watched and listened.

Richard Gibbons seemed somewhat embarrassed now that he and Mona were alone. He stared down at the floor, as though groping for words. Finally, glancing up at Mona's bare honey nest and her smiling, anticipatory face, he said, "I must say that was quite a-a dramatic presentation you and Mr. Hartley put on."

Mona spread her legs wider still and blinked her long lashes invitingly. "Yes," she agreed. "It's because we both believe in the campaign you just saw outlined. It just seems a pity that "there seemed to be some objections on your part and so we-we really outdid ourselves to convince you."

Gibbons chuckled. "Yes, I'd say his taking his his penis out and your grabbing it that way showed your sincerity."

Mona grinned. The poor man was doing his best to keep from being obvious at staring at her cunt hole. "We didn't do everything though, did we?" she asked. "I mean, I did squirt the toothpaste in my mouth but he didn't-didn't squirt his stuff in my mouth. That would have been dramatic." Mona could see Gibbons' stiff prick bursting against his fly. "Frankly, the demonstration excited me," she said. "My boss never took his thing out like that and held it near my mouth. Did it excite you, too?"

"Y-yes," Gibbons stammered.

"Listen, if I locked the door maybe you'd let me do that to you-just to prove that women really like to do that kind of thing. Research. You know? To prove that my boss's theory about the Gibbons package will make women buy your product, okay? Strictly research, of course." She rose and went over and locked the door just as she had done with Forbes on the Wonder-Lift account. When she returned, she said, "Why don't you take your prick out? It'll just take a minute. Please? I feel all squishly in my pussy and even my mouth feels wet. Please?"

Gibbons began trembling all over. He ran his hand over his face, then unzipped his fly and let his cock flop free.

"Yummy-yum-yum," Mona said. "Just like that new tube of Gibbons toothpaste Mr. Hartley was talking about. Oh, it makes me want to just chew and nibble and suck and lap and make love to it all day." Sitting there on the couch, Mona puckered up her lips and asked Gibbons to come over and stand in front of her so she could lick his big flesh tube.

Staggering, his dripping prick standing out in front of him, Gibbons made his way to Mona's waiting mouth and aimed it at her wet lips. But Mona appeared dissatisfied with this. She slid his pants and shorts all the way down to his knees, then to his ankles. She gazed at the meaty monster for a moment, then began dabbing with her tongue at the tiny slit in its bulging, purplish head as she massaged his hairy balls with one hand and ran her other hand over his buttocks tantalizingly at the same time, dipping her fingertips into the cleft of his ass from time to time, too. Finally, she inserted her finger directly into his rectum and took the entire head of the gushing cock into her mouth. Hollow-cheeked, she began nursing and emitting little whimpering sounds. Occasionally, she would cease her laving efforts and lean back to study the jutting ramrod that seemed ready to burst through the ceiling. Each time she did so, she referred affectionately, lustfully and with glazed eyes, to his member as a flesh tube.

Peering through the peep hole, Reid once again felt the jealousy and envy he had experienced when watching Mona work on Forbes of Wonder-Lift, but he realized exactly what she was doing. Her use of the phrase "flesh tube" repeatedly proved that she was working to sell Gibbons on the new tube design and the effect it would have on sales.

"Ummmm... ohhhh," she kept saying. "And your nice flesh tube even has these nice things these nice balls just like on that tooth paste tube for a girl to lick... ummmm... and up near the end where the stuff comes out there's this nice little ruffle of skin to nibble on... just like on that toothpaste tube. I-I wish I hadn't seen that picture of the tube... it... it makes me think of-of a man's beautiful prick and makes me want to lick it and make love to it all day. I-I really shouldn't be doing this, should I? Mr. Gibbons, if my boss knew... oh, I shouldn't be doing this... I shouldn't be doing this terrible, terrible thing to such an important man as you... I shouldn't...."

And then, abruptly, she broke away-ceased her tonguing and left poor Richard Gibbons with his prick out in the cold. There are certain times when a man looks as though he might die. One of those time is when he actually is about to die. Another of those times is when his prick-for one reason or another-must be extracted from a female cunt or mouth.

Richard Gibbons now looked as though he were about to die. Vainly he bucked involuntarily, clutching for Mona's mouth, trying for mouth heat once again.

Skillfully, Mona avoided his probing, searching, rigid hunk of meat. Gibbons' shaft had no place to go, no place to imbed itself, and it was killing him.

"Put it back in," he pleaded. "Please... why? Why are you stopping? You can't stop now... not now... not now... don't stop...."

"But I feel so guilty and disloyal to my boss. I mean, the toothpaste tube he thought up-the tube that got me all excited so I'd do this to you-isn't good enough for your company. That means he's failed and I-I just can't do this to you when he's failed. Mr. Gibbons, I cannot in good conscience continue to suck your cock and have your love cream squirt in my mouth when my boss has failed."

Gibbons' eyes bulged insanely. "He-he hasn't failed. We'll market the goddam package. We'll do everything your boss says. Anything! Anything! Everything! Only don't stop! Don't stop! Jesus, if you stop I'll die!"

Mona still tickled his balls, spurring him on. "Oh, you can't imagine how wonderful that makes me feel," she said. "You're not lying to me? You'll keep your promise and I'll never tell anybody about this? It will be our secret?"

"Yes! Yes! Come on and suck. Suck me off. Hurry!"

"What about your partner? What if Mr. Benton says, no?" Mona asked, still fondling his balls and playing with his ass, running her fingers ticklingly up and down its fuzzy cleft. "Screw Benton!" he yelled. "Now finish me please..." Desperately, Gibbons clutched her hair and now, her mission accomplished, Mona resumed her masterful sucking of the waiting, bone-hard gristle that jutted out be-searching, rigid hunk of meat. Gibbons' shaft for a few seconds and then, once again, stopped. "I can't tell you how happy I am that you're approving Mr. Hartley's campaign," she mewed.

"Yes, yes... it's approved!" Gibbons screamed and impatiently jammed his cock into Mona's mouth once again.

Peering from behind the wall, Reid doubled up with laughter. Beyond a doubt, Mona was the most exquisite saleswoman he had ever seen. No, he thought, more like a torturess-a sadistic and dedicated torturess worthy of the Spanish Inquisition!

Now Reid's laughter came to a halt though as Mona really went to work. Reid watched in awe as her hands kneaded Gibbons' scrotum, fondled his hairy bulbs while her mouth performed miracles of delight up and down the length of his rigid shaft. She would suck hard briefly, then remove the meat plug from her hot lips and flutter her tongue from its base to its dribbling tip. Often her lapping, fluttering tongue went down as far as his testicles and, on several occasions, she lifted his entire flesh sack and kissed below it, taking each almond-shaped testicle gently into her mouth and drawing on it. Meanwhile, her finger continued to play with his rectum.

Gibbons' groaning was becoming an insane growl of pleasure. He gripped beneath her chin, urging her on, then behind her head. It was doubtful he had ever experienced anything like Mona's ministrations before. He tugged at her hair, ran his fingers through her hair and alternately gazed down at her mouth massaging his genital area and up at the ceiling. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when he looked up as though giving thanks to some sex deity for providing him with a sexual experience he had never dreamed could occur.

"Oh, baby," he repeated over and over again. "Oh, yes... suck... suck... suck. Yes, that's it... never stop sucking...."

Mona didn't cease her labors now. She seemed intent on making the man come. With each remark Gibbons made, she answered him in little moaning answers, as though to assure him she was enjoying every lap of his dick as much as he, as though she took as much delight in delivering pleasure as Gibbons did in receiving it. The way she gripped his shaft and the way she nursed, as though pleading for the cock that often rammed all the way to the back of her throat to drench and drain and spew, was beginning to bother Reid. Actress, hell! he thought. Here was a genuine born cocksucker who loved every thrust of the male penis at her throat!

What bothered Reid most was the way Mona seemed to be milking Gibbons' rod. Did she have to start at the base and tug forward as if she were milking a cow or something and had to have every drop of his semen? No, dammit! he decided. That was beyond even skilled courtesanship! No matter what the stakes, she didn't have to go that far! Still, he rationalized, perhaps she knew something he didn't. Perhaps by totally losing herself in the role she became that much more convincing, and this dedication-this apparent love of what she now did-could then be transmitted to the man whose prick she sucked and thereby hasten his orgasm. Perhaps she was an actress-the very best kind. Perhaps she was the kind of actress who genuinely lost herself in the role she was playing and returned to reality only after the curtain was down, or, in this case, only after the wad was shot. He hoped so...

Well, at last it was happening, and Reid was glad. Gibbons' ass was gyrating and his entire body was spasming involuntarily. Endve been so successful. We become competent at an early age."

Reid smiled, relieved. "Well, I certainly wouldn't question your family's success. Nobody could."

Tony Milo smiled a smile too mature for his age. One thing was certain. He could not be flattered. Another thing that bothered Reid was the fact that he seemed to be ignoring, for the most part, Mona's bare pussy! He did glance at it once, but merely took a deep breath and resumed his conversation with Reid.

"Shall we begin, Mr. Hartley?" he asked now, glancing at his watch as though his time were limited.

"Very well, Mr. Milo," Reid said, going to the pedestal chart. He turned the sheet and revealed the words HIGH-TANG. He said the name then, watching Milo's reaction closely. The lad's eyebrows raised and Reid began.

Reid used every gesture, intonation of voice, every winning tactic he knew as he made his presentation. From his bag of tricks he withdrew every psychological device; from his arsenal of experience he fired every blast. He pressed until pressing seemed unwise. He backed off until timidity seemed to be approaching. In short, he outlined in detail (with variations) the same approach he and Arthur Luben had discussed that first day he had learned of Milo Vineyards plan to market a popular wine drink. Tony Milo nodded, obviously impressed, but the final signal was not there. Finally, Reid elected to give Mona a shot at him before he could say no or maybe or anything short of yes. He excused himself under the pretense of wanting to check with the art department on a High-Tang selling brochure he had devised and wished to show his prospective client. He left the room and immediately went to the peep hole.

"Frankly, I think High-Tang is a perfect name for your product, Mr. Milo," Mona was saying. Her legs were just the right amount apart. Reid could see her snatch from his viewpoint. Why didn't the hot-blooded young Italian seem to be taking the bait?

Milo studied her dispassionately, drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair. "Yes," he agreed. "I think it's excellent. In fact, I think the entire campaign shows brilliant imagination and planning. It's certainly the best I've seen so far. However, I cannot make a final decision until I visit one more agency." He paused, obviously looking up Mona's dress. "I'm really surprised that in a preliminary presentation of this sort that Mr. Hartley has gone to so much trouble."

"That's the sort of man he is," Mona said. "He's a genius, and he believes in High-Tang. And when he believes in something he thinks it through thoroughly. It's no trouble, as you say."

"I see," Tony Milo said. "May I ask you something, Miss?"

"Seagram," Mona said. "Mona Seagram. Certainly."

"Did you dress hastily this morning? You seem to have forgotten to wear any panties."

Mona feigned shock and closed her legs. Then she held her cheeks in embarrassment. "Oh, I feel so-so awful. I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Milo. I-I had no idea...."

Tony laughed. "Oh, that's quite all right. It's really quite stimulating. I just thought you might like to know about it. That's all."

Mona stood up then and crossed over and sat down on the arm of the chair where Tony Milo sat. "Well, I guess I don't have to be a prude about it, do I? Still, I think it best if I stay out of view. I'll-I'll just sit here until Mr. Hartley returns." She ran her hand innocently through one of Tony's long black sideburns. "Tsk-tsk," she said, "I think you're working too hard. You've already gotten a few gray hairs."

Tony Milo gazed into Mona's big beautiful eyes and for the first time Reid knew that the boy was very much aware of Mona's presence. Yes, there was the old cock beginning to bulge inside the boy's tight-fitting pants. Mona was amazing!

"You're very beautiful," he said, his voice trembling.

"And you're very handsome," Mona said.

Tony leaned up and kissed Mona then-long and full on the lips while his cock stretched to its full length. Mona immediately ran her fingers down his chest and finally touched his erection. A moment later, she had his dark, Italian prick out and was jacking it slowly. "I-I shouldn't be doing this here. I-I wish you hadn't kissed me, Tony. If-if my boss knew what we were doing-" Suddenly she jumped up and ran over and locked the door.

When she returned and started to kneel before his enormous erection he lifted her and said, "No, Miss Seagram... I'm excited, naturally, but sucking my cock isn't necessary to win the Milo account... I find it... objectionable."

Mona sat on the arm of the chair again. "I wasn't doing it for that reason," Mona said. "I-I genuinely find you sexually attractive. I guess I just went crazy for a minute. Forgive me? Please?"

Despite himself, Tony Milo was breathing hard and his cock still stuck up straight and stiff as a knackwurst. Slyly, Mona reached down again and began jacking the huge meat hunk slowly up and down, up and down. This time, now that Mona was making no effort to suck on his organ, the lad permitted her to continue.

"I can't help it," Mona gasped. "Just let me play with it, please? I don't know what's come over me, but I-I just have to hold your big beautiful hunk of prick in my hand. I'm sorry I started to do what I did before... I really think you're the most attractive man I've ever met... honest... I don't give a damn about High-Tang... I just care about you."

Watching Mona jacking off Tony Milo's prick, Reid suddenly realized that Mona was not acting. Not this time. It had been apparent in her voice since her approach, and now her saying that she didn't give "damn" about High-Tang clinches his hunch. Mona actually felt drawn like a magnet to this boy! He felt anger and jealousy surging through him. Still, he couldn't rush in and break them up. No, goddam it... he had to stand here and watch!

Their mouths were locked tightly together in a passionate soul kiss as Mona continued to jack off Tony Milo. Finally, the big vein on the underside of Tony's cock swelled and their mouths and tongues became a blur as the lad's impending orgasm neared. Mona broke away briefly.

"Tony, I'm sorry-I told you that-but I can't help it-I just can't help wanting you to spurt your beautiful cream. I-I want to watch it squirt out of your beautiful thick cock. Tell me when it's ready, will you? Please?"

Tony simply said, "Now!"

Enraptured, Mona broke away from their soul kiss again and stared at the head of Tony's prick as it began its whalelike spout. Great clots of sperm-buttermilk in texture-leaped high into the air and for an instant Reid thought the lad seemed determined to hose down the entire office. He groaned and still the clumps of jism came whizzing through his jerking shaft. Much of Tony's spend dribbled over Mona's pumping hand but the bulk of the boy's load hurtled endlessly into space. Finally, his balls emptied, the spewing ceased and he sat slumped with jism all over the front of his suit. Mona quickly ran to the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth and began dabbing at the stains. Then, satisfied that she had removed most of the evidence from the chair and carpet and his clothing, she snuggled close to him, whispering words in his ear that Reid could not hear.

In a minute or two, Tony said, "Did you really mean what you said about not giving a damn about the High-Tang business?"

Mona nodded. "Yes, Tony. I only care about you. And it's not because of money, either. My father has millions. There's just some peculiar chemistry between us. Do you sense it?"

"Yes," Tony said. "And I'm glad you feel about High-Tang the way you do. I don't approve of using sex as a weapon in business matters. I'm not saying you did, but the fact is I wouldn't let Luben's handle the Milo Vineyard account now even if I wanted to." Tony seemed to be studying Mona, trying to be absolutely sure. Then, apparently satisfied, he stood up and tucked his lazy hard-on back inside his pants. "We're going to lunch," he said. "Tell your boss, all right?"

Mona unlocked the door. "All right, Tony," Mona said. "Whatever you say, love."

Looking through the peep hole, Reid could not believe his ears. This was the same girl who had professed love for him, the same girl he'd made love to this morning! There was no question in his mind that she was sincere in what she was saying to Tony Milo. There went the partnership with Luben's; there went everything!

He sighed heavily, closed the peep hole, and returned to the office. It was difficult trying to pretend he still had a chance of winning the Milo account. "Sorry about that brochure," he said. "They haven't quite finished it."

"That's quite all right, Mr. Hartley," Tony Milo said. "I've seen enough. I'll let you know my decision within a week. Now, if you don't mind, I'm taking your secretary to lunch."

"Be my guest," Reid said.

Tony and Mona went out the door, holding hands and staring into each other's eyes like teenage lovers. Well, after all Mona was a teenager, Reid thought as he sat slumped behind his desk. He decided to spare Arthur Luben the bad news for the moment. Better to break the disappointment to him easy. Also, it would give him time to look for another job. He pressed the inter-com button and a moment later told Arthur: "Milo just left. Looks good, but he won't give us a decision until next week... yes... yes... I said it looks good, didn't I?"

Mona Seagram never returned from lunch. For the next two days, Reid lied and said that she was home with the flu. It was on the third day of her absence that he received the telephone call. It was 10:15 in the morning and the office was like a graveyard with Mona gone. Too, the general feeling throughout the agency was that Reid Hartley had lost the account. "Hello?" Reid answered in a monotone as he picked up the phone. Then he sat up straight. "Mona! Where in hell are you?"

"Acapulco," she said. "Tony and I are married. We're on our honeymoon. Isn't that wonderful? Oh, Reid, I'm sorry the way everything happened, but I'm so happy. Honest."

"I'm glad for you," Reid said, tears in his eyes. "Congratulations."

"Oh, and don't worry about High-Tang. It's Luben's-Luben and Hartley's, I mean. That was the least I could do. Don't worry about it. Tony has promised, okay?"

Now Reid was laughing through his tears. "Okay," he said. "I-I'm happy for you. I guess you should have a guy your own age. You seemed to have something special together, all right. My very best. You know there'll always be a special place in my heart for you."

"And there'll always be a special place in mine, too, for you. Thanks for everything, Reid. Get another secretary quick and keep up that good batting average. Bye-bye."

"Bye-bye," Reid said.

First Reid buzzed Arthur Luben and informed him of the good news. Then he sat pondering Mona's advice. She was absolutely correct. He would have to get another secretary who would hang around the office of Luben and Hartley without panties. He hadn't thought of Janet since Malibu. Yes, she would be perfect, he decided, and he knew she would do anything he asked. Also, as Mona had said, "There are three places," Janet had three places, too-three very nice places as he recalled.

Reid Hartley of Luben and Hartley withdrew his personal address book from his inside coat pocket and turned to the name of Janet Winthrop.