Chapter 6
Things were going along swimmingly at the agency, or so it seemed. Barney didn't get $5,000 for his Christmas bonus, he got $4,500. He didn't know how Mr. Stouben and his associates figured it out, but he was well satisfied. The agency was getting bigger and bigger and the pace more and more frantic. In fact, they were so busy June complained that Barney didn't have time for her on his couch. It was true. Not just for her, but for the other lovelies at the agency, too. Production was the keynote, and if they put in long hours, it was all work and no play now. They had tough deadlines to meet, demanding clients.
One client, in particular, was very demanding-a $30 million a year airline company. The president of the airline company was a hard driving Texan, Josh Walbers. He thought nothing of ripping up an entire campaign after weeks and weeks of intensive effort and telling them it was sheer, unadulterated crap.
Walbers was a man in his late fifties, a large, imposing individual with a shock of crew-cut grey hair and an unhealthily red complexion who affect-ed Stetson hats and cowboy boots made to order. He chewed tobacco and spat tobacco juice in a cuspidor he kept next to his desk. Barney had been promoted to account executive on this account.
Barney was flying out on the average once a week to see Walbers and he hated the assignment. Walbers was invariably nasty, cuttingly sarcastic, and peremptory in his demands.
When Barney showed him the latest layout in the campaign, Walbers rolled the cud of tobacco around in his mouth and spat tobacco juice all over the layout. The brown spittle looked disgusting on the immaculate layout which had been done in four colors to give Walbers an accurate idea of what it would look like in magazines.
"Man," Walbers snorted, "This here stinks. Kain't you do any better than that?"
"What's wrong with the layout?" Barney asked, controlling his temper. He hated Walbers by now but the customer was always right, particularly a $30 million a year customer.
"How the hell should I know? That's yore business, not mine. All I know is something's damn wrong with it. I don't like it one bit. You boys at the agency better get off your tail or I'll have to find me a new agency." Walbers spat into the cuspidor.
"You've got to understand one thing, Mr. Walbers. We design this layout not to please you but to get more customers for you. Our research department has indicated that this is what the customers are interested in-the food they will be served on the flight. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but our research department polled 1,500 people, businessmen who fly constantly, and that's what they're interested m.
"What about a big picture of mah planes. You haven't got one lousy picture of mah planes," Walbers grumbled.
"A jet is a jet is a jet," Barney gently explained, 'They all look alike."
"I liked our last campaign a thousand thousand percent better, the one that showed all mah pretty stewardesses in their new uniforms. Why the hell didn't you stick with that campaign?"
"Because you were the one who objected that we were running it too long. You wanted something fresh, Mr. Walbers," Barney reminded him, hating him for his pigheadedness.
"Sure I wanted something fresh, but I, also wanted something good. And this ain't no damn good, nohow," Walbers snapped, his red face getting redder and redder.
Barney decided to kid him into a better humor. He could see they weren't getting anywhere this way and he was afraid he'd lose his own temper.
"What about a campaign emphasizing the safety of your airline, Mr. Walbers? You can't go wrong with that."
"Never heard anything stupider in mah life," Mr. Walbers snorted, "You better come up with something brainier than that. Hell, you're supposed to be creative, ain't you?"
Barney went back to his hotel room and stayed up all night, roughing up various ideas to present to Mr. Walbers the following morning. He selected the top three ideas and hammered them into final shape. He grabbed a couple hours sleep, then ordered a pot of black coffee sent up to his room. He showered, shaved and felt a little better with the coffee in him. Then he phoned Mr. Walbers and made an appointment for 10 a.m. Walbers kept him cooling his heels in the anteroom for over an hour and he didn't get in to see him until 11:15. Walbers didn't even apologize for the delay. Barney wondered whether he had done it deliberately, but he kept tight control of his temper. Then he explained that the three ideas were rough ideas and would be polished up and refined back at the agency complete with visual layouts once he got the okay. But he just wanted Walbers to get some idea of the campaigns envisioned.
"They all stink," Walbers declared, giving them a perfunctory glance.
"The hell they do!" Barney snapped, thinking of the hours of work he had put into them. "Each one of those campaigns could stand on its own feet. I'm proud of them!"
Walbers bunched the typewritten sheets in his ham-like hands and threw them in the wastebasket. "That's what I think of yore campaigns," he snapped. "You git on back to New York and come up with something better pretty damn soon, brother Andrews."
Mr. Stouben was upset when Barney told him what had happened. The entire agency was alerted to do a crash job of coming up with a campaign that would please the troublesome Mr. Walbers.
Each copywriter was assigned a different theme; each art director was given a different layout to play with. They just had to come up with something that would please Mr. Walbers.
Mr. Stouben narrowed it down to five different campaigns. Then he and his partners had a meeting and narrowed it down to two different campaigns. One campaign was soft sell; the other was hard sell. The plan was to present Mr. Walbers with the hard sell campaign first. If he didn't like it, god forbid, they would present him with the soft sell campaign and keep their fingers crossed.
Mr. Stouben elected to fly out with Barney a week later to present the campaigns to Mr. Walbers. The long distance phones had been going a mile a minute all week while Mr. Stouben was placating Mr. Walbers.
On the plane flying out, Barney asked Mr. Stouben if it wouldn't be better for the agency if they simply renounced the airline and went after other accounts which wouldn't be so infernally difficult.
Mr. Stouben shook his head. "No advertising agency voluntarily renounces a $30 million account. We certainly can't afford to."
"What if he raises hell with these two campaigns and doesn't like them either?"
"Don't talk like that, Barney," Mr. Stouben shuddered, "You've got to have confidence. If he knows we're scared, he'll get even tougher with us. I know him. I've dealt with clients like him before."
They arrived a little after five p.m. and checked into a hotel to get a good night's sleep for the arduous labors ahead of them the next day.
Mr. Stouben went to bed early-around 10 p.m. and Barney, his nerves jumpy, went down to the bar for a nightcap. A blond was sitting at the bar nursing a vodka gimlet. Barney sat down next to her and ordered Chivas Regal straight. She glanced sideways at him as he gulped down the drink and ordered another one immediately.
"That's powerful whiskey you're drinking, mister," she said in a low, musical voice.
"I need powerful whiskey, the mood I'm in," Barney said. Then he asked if he could buy her a drink.
She said all right. He was in the mood for whiskey and sex to calm his nerves, and he wondered if he could score with her. She didn't look like a call girl; the hotel was too high class to let call girls sit at the bar. He wondered what she was doing sitting there alone. As if she read his thoughts, she explained that she was a representative for a cosmetic company and was travelling through the southwest. He surmised that she was lonely and wanted to talk to somebody. She had a full, ripe bosom and round, inviting hips, long legs and a fine shape. She told him her name was Verna Matthews and she was a divorcee. She was from Milwaukee orginally, but she did a lot of travelling for the cosmetic company.
They sipped their drinks and talked for about three-quarters of an hour. Then Barney invited her up to his room to admire the magnificent view. His room was on the nineteenth floor. Her room was on the twelfth. She suggested they go to her room instead. Barney agreed.
When they got inside, Barney seized her and kissed her. She didn't return the kiss immediately but lay limply in his arms.
"What's the matter?" Barney asked.
"You're probably thinking I'm a cheap tramp," she said softly, her green eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"The hell I am. I'm grateful to you for taking my mind off my problems and believe you me I've got plenty of problems."
He kissed her again. Then he kissed her ears and he could feel her body quivering in his embrace as his tongue licked away inside her ears.
He reached under her dress and cupped her buttocks, squeezing the firm, round flesh, so silky and smooth. He pressed his loins on her loins, rubbing back and forth, his penis getting harder and harder.
"Please don't," she murmured, "I'm lonely and susceptible. You're taking unfair advantage of me."
His hand came around her thighs and cupped her mons veneris. He could feel the fleshy bump underneath his fingers. Her body quivered as his fingers began to explore the sensitive region. His fingers went underneath her nylon panties and found the triangle of pubic hair, so curly and silky and soft. Then his index finger found her slit and slipped up so smoothly and easily into the moist flesh.
"Please," she moaned, her body undulating despite herself. 'You're not being fair."
Now his lips were at her bosom and he was kissing her breasts through the dress while his finger zipped in and out of her vagina.
"Let me take your dress off," Barney whispered, "I don't want to get it all wet."
"No, no," she struggled weakly as he pulled her dress up and over her head.
She looked enticing in her brassiere and panties, black mesh stockings and high heeled alligator shoes. Her breasts jutted upwards in the flimsy brassiere.
He unfastened the hooks and pulled the straps down off her shoulders. Her full breasts sprang out, their creamy whiteness heightened by the starUing pinkness of her nipples.
Barney inclined his head and began sucking her right nipple, his free hand busy caressing and squeezing her left breast while his other hand continued probing her vagina.
"Oh god," she moaned, her thighs tight on his finger, "You're killing me!"
She reached down and caressed his hard penis, cupping his balls and hefting hem. Then she unzipped his fly, reached in, and found his tool, squeezing it in her graceful palm.
"Oh, I don't care what happens," she moaned, "Let's live tonight!" Her long, graceful fingers clutched his tool, jerking it up and down sensuously.
Barney took her panties off and she stood absolutely naked except for her black mesh stockings and high heel shoes. He picked her up in his arms and buried his face between her creamy, supple thighs and sniffed rapturously at her odorous slit. The crack was meaty and thick, and his mouth found the lips, and his tongue darted inside.
"Ooooohhh ooooohhhh," she groaned, her eyes closed in rapture. His tongue slithered in deep until it located her clitoris, curling around it wetly until the little tool got hard and erect. He felt her lush body quivering in his arms as his tongue and mouth did their wicked work.
"Lick me, suck me, tongue me," she moaned as his head buried itself between her thighs, bobbing up and down, up and down. His mouth coursed slowly and voluptuously up her meaty crack, spreading the lips of her vagina as his tongue curled wetly around her clitoris. Meanwhile, his right hand was busy fondling her upcurving, quivering breasts, fingering and twiddling the lovely nipples which had become as thick as champagne corks under his constant tickling. His left hand had found her anus, and his finger was slipping in and out. Her body was writhing uncontrollably under the sweet pressure. His mouth tasted the curly softness of her pubic hair. The smell of her femaleness was delicious to him.
"I love it, do it, lick me, kiss me, suck me, darling, I love it," she moaned in a paroxysm of ecstasy.
Then he stood her up, took off her stockings, and tied one of her black stockings tightly around his white penis. The feeling of the light mesh material on his tool was exquisite.
"Now let me undress you," she said. She took his pants off, her hands fingering on his member lovingly. Then she took his shorts off and his tool stood out in its full eight inch length. She took his shirt and tie and undershirt off, and now he was completely in the buff except for his shoes and knee length black socks. She got down on her knees, cupping his globes and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Then she slowly and deliberately swallowed the meaty curving tip of his penis, licking away the drop of semen poised on the end of it and rolling it around on her tongue, savoring the acrid flavor of it. Her cheeks bulged with the thickness of his male flesh in her mouth.
"Suck me, baby," Barney groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy as little by little, her mouth took as much of his tool into it as possible. "Suck me hard."
Her tongue curled around the bulging blue veins on his slippery tool, licking away while her mouth and lips sucked away at the delicious male flesh. Up and down, up and down her head went as she blew him. His fingers were in her ears, urging her onwards.
She sucked and licked away voluptuously, her hands cupping his balls, her eyes fixed on his ecstatic face in rapt attention.
Then she took his left ball in her mouth and wetly sucked it, being careful not to apply too much pressure to the delicate flesh, knowing how sensitive it was. Her finger was up his anus and her long red fingernail was raking the inner flesh of his anus. He was writhing in delight. Then her wet mouth took his right ball and sucked it with a trifle more pressure while her finger zipped in and out of his anus.
Then she turned him around and inserted her devilish tongue up his anus, licking away until he thought he would die of pleasure. While she licked and sucked his anus, she slowly jerked his tool, fondling it caressingly.
"I think it's high time we screwed, don't you?" Barney asked. He loved the sexual foreplay but sometimes found that he got so excited the come wasn't that good. He preferred to save himself for the ultimate screw.
They lay down on the bed, he on top of her yielding flesh, his chest crushing her upcurving breasts and nipples. Then he gave her meaty crack one final, lingering kiss, propped himself up on his elbows and guided his member to her waiting vagina. The tip slid in juicily and moistly, and a tickling shiver coursed up his spine. He let just the tip remain in her slit for a moment or two, then slid the rest of his member in, inch by inch as slowly as he possibly could, savoring the delicious tickling of it all. He felt her lush, ripe body quivering underneath his muscular, straining body and her hips shoving up to meet his loins. She twisted and undulated underneath him, her creamy thighs grinding away, her hands clutching at the bedclothes as waves of feeling coursed through her entire body. She was coming again and again. She had never quite experienced such a big, thick tool as Barney's in her slit.
His lips were on her bosom, his teeth nibbling away at her nipples while his mouth sucked away at the freshness and sweetness of her curving bosom.
She reached up and raked his chest with her fingernails, tickling his nipples, giving him pleasure and pain simultaneously. Then she put her arms around his neck and drew his lips down to her lips, kissing him with all her heart and soul, her tongue cleaving to the roof of his mouth in her passion for him. Her lips were red, soft, and moist. A faint aura of sweetness came from her thirsty mouth as she kissed and kissed him repeatedly.
His member slid all the way in, then slowly withdrew, his muscular hips revolving voluptuously. In and out it slid as her vaginal muscles contracted, tightly enclosing his tool inside her and affording both of them maximum pleasure.
He cupped her firm buttocks in both hands and raised them so that their straining flesh was like one body instead of two. He leaned forward on his knees and directed his member into her vagina in and out, in and out, twiddling her nipples until they rose firm and erect. He inclined his head so that he could suck at her juicy nipples while moving his dork in and out of her slit. She raised her legs until they were on his shoulders, and the passage of his tool into her slit became even easier and more slippery. It sank all the way in.
"God, how it tickles!" she moaned in ecstasy.
"I love your cunt," he groaned, his tool sunk all the way into it. Then he made her stand up and turn around, and he humped her dog-like from the back, his hands clutching at her full, ripe, hanging breasts, twiddling the delicious juicy nipples.
"Screw me! Screw me!" she gasped in a paroxysm of delight, wiggling and wriggling her curving hips as he pumped away in and out of the furry back entrance to her vagina. He tugged and squeezed at her lovely breasts, fingering the juicy nipples and her flat stomach and the indentation of her navel, his thighs up close against her heaving buttocks.
This time, he could hold back no longer. He ejaculated. She shuddered as she felt the great spurting stream of thick hot semen gushing inside her vagina and the tickling sweetness of the orgasm seized both of them. They collapsed on the floor, their bodies heaving and straining and shuddering in delight.
Barney finally went back to his own room and slept a dreamless sleep till 8 the following morning.
He had breakfast with Mr. Stouben and they discussed the campaigns, making last minute revisions. Barney was calm and relaxed after his session the night before, but Mr. Stouben hadn't slept very well for worrying about the presentation.
They had bad luck; Walbers didn't like either of the campaigns and he let them know it in no uncertain terms. Mr. Stouben asked if he would be interested in seeing some other ideas, but the tycoon had evidently had enough. He roared and ranted and carried on like a madman, then dismissed them abruptly, telling them he would find another advertising agency that could do the kind of work he wanted. They caught the next plane back to New York.
Morale at the agency reached a new low when news of the loss of this big account came through. Barney and fifteen other employees were let go. Mr. Stouben explained that it was not for lack of working hard or creative ability, but the agency, like all agencies, had to tighten its financial belt because it had lost the account.