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Jennifer started wiping
the cum
and juices off her legs and her chin.
And her chest.
And everywhere else on her body.

‘Hey Captain,’ Joey called, ‘can I take my coffee break now?’

‘Sure.’

Joey turned to Jennifer. ‘So Jen,’ he said, ‘you
wanna
go grab a coffee?’

‘Hey,’ Gordo shouted, ‘I was going to ask her that!’

‘Meet too you asshole,’ Tony piped in.

Brian sighed. Obviously he’d had the same idea but didn’t fancy his chances at the end of the line.

‘Sure,’ Jennifer grinned, wiping the last of the cream from her body, ‘and that goes for the rest of you too. We can all go.’ She stood up and walked to the door.

‘Awesome!’ Gordo shouted and high-fived Brian.

Jennifer left the room and the four young cops followed, pushing and shoving each other, jostling for her attention. The Captain sat back down and put his feet on the desk. He lit a cigar and smiled, blowing a stream of blue smoke up at the smoke detector, disabled on the ceiling above him.

 

 

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Ad Men

Seduced by the Sixties Executive

 

 

It was a sunny Monday morning and Madison Avenue buzzed with activity as Suzie Armstrong hurried down the street towards the Copperfield skyscraper building. The sidewalk was awash with professional gentlemen – all fine suits and hats, expensive briefcases and carefully-polished spectacles – as they swarmed to and fro to their different destinations. It was all quite a lot for Suzie to take
in,
this was to be her first day as a working girl. Her first ever job and it happened to be in one of the most exciting places in the city.

As she clutched her bag to her chest and tried her best to dodge the swarms of gentlemen, apparently oblivious to her tiny frame as they rushed around her, she wondered if she could ever get used to so much activity. She lived out in Brooklyn with her mother and two older sisters so she wasn’t exactly accustomed to the faster pace of the metropolis. Up ahead she saw the shiny glass doors of the Copperfield building and she hurried on over.

Inside, the lobby was almost as busy as the street outside. The deep hum of several voices all talking at once could be heard and Suzie peered up at the address board above the elevators across the room. Let’s see, she thought to herself, Harlan Fisher, Harlan Fisher. She caught the listing and the floor number and then continued over to the elevator.

‘Ma’am,’ the bellhop nodded as he held the door
open
for her.

‘The sixth floor please,’ Suzie smiled politely and positioned
herself
inside the lift.

Behind her there were three well-turned-out young men in rich suits with their hair
brylcreemed
back all in the same fashionable side-parting. Suzie wondered if they worked at Harlan Fisher Advertising Agency too.

‘So hey,’ one of them spoke, a sly smile sounding in his voice, ‘not long now till you tie the knot, is it William?’

‘Teddy please,’ another spoke, this one with a more refined accent, the kind one acquires from a privileged upbringing, ‘don’t remind me. Only a week or two left before my life is officially over.’

‘Two weeks,’ the third one chuckled, ‘that’s only fourteen nights, Billy boy – what is that, a few hundred hours? You better get moving.’

Teddy guffawed. ‘James is right Bill,’ he said, ‘not much time left to sample the gals of the city. But hey, I hear Jon Sugar’s got a new secretary starting today. Maybe you could start with her.’

Suzie bristled. Did they know that the girl they were talking about was standing right in front of them? Surely not, but she still felt a flush go to her cheek as they continued talking.

‘A new secretary?’
William said, ‘That man gets all the luck.’

The other two laughed.

‘I’m serious,’ William continued, ‘they treat him like a god around here, give him everything.’

‘Yeah well when you start bringing in as much business as Jon Sugar does to this place then maybe you can talk.’

‘That’s right,’ James said, ‘the guy’s a machine. He deserves a fresh pair of legs every now and then, if only to keep him happy and productive for the rest of us.’

‘Exactly,’ Teddy nodded, ‘and I wonder how hot this one will be? I’ve
gotta
say: I love a nice pair of sexy legs.’

Suzie felt her cheeks blush a deeper shade of red. This was unheard of where she came from. Who were these men?
Surely not the famous advertising executives of Madison Avenue?
They spoke like ruffians.

‘Hmmm,’ James sighed, ‘the legs are good but it’s what they lead up to that I want.
Oh yeah.’

The three of them snorted with deep, throaty laughter. Despite herself Suzie felt a twinge of heat in her belly. She pinched her hand to try to get a hold on herself. This was so crude and unseemly.

‘So what do you think Bill?’ Teddy asked, ‘you going to ride out for one last hurrah?’

‘Oh we’ll see,’ William replied in a coy voice, ‘perhaps if the right gal comes into my sights.’

There was the quiet sound of muffled laughter as they tried to restrain themselves. Suzie was sure now that they were taking notice of her, in front of them in the elevator. Checking her out and defiling her with their eyes – and there was nothing she could do about it. For a moment a thought popped into her head. What would happen, she wondered
,
if the elevator suddenly broke down, if the men lost their cool and decided to act on the implication of their words? If they took her and stripped her and –

She bit her lip and tried to shake herself out of it. Now really Suzie, she told herself, what on earth’s gotten into you? What would Father McCarthy say? It must have been the heat.
The heat and the excitement of starting her new job.
The elevator doors opened and the bellhop removed his hat.

‘Floor number six,’ he said, ‘Harlan Fisher. Ma’am, have a nice day.
Fellas.’

Suzie stepped out into the offices and looked around her. So this was it, her new professional home. The main floor was littered with desks, each one with a girl busily working, their hair all done up in fashionable beehives or
bouffants
, typing frenetically on typewriters or speaking into telephones. As she stood frozen in wonder by all this activity, the men from the elevator stepped around her. They glanced back as they passed and smiled at her wickedly, snickering like a gang of prowling dogs. Suzie blushed.

‘Now don’t mind them,’ a voice called and Suzie looked up.

An elegant and buxom lady with fiery red hair was coming towards her. She was beautiful. ‘You must be Suzie,’ she said, ‘June Kerouac, office manager.’

‘Hi,’ Suzie smiled, putting out her hand, ‘it’s nice to meet you Miss Kerouac.’

‘Please, call me June,’ the older woman replied, ‘so you found us alright?’

‘Yes,’ Suzie answered, ‘it’s very fast-paced around this part of the city.’

“You can say that again,’ June agreed, a sly twinkle in her eye, ‘come on, I’ll show you around the place.’

She began walking down the aisle and Suzie hurried to catch up with her.

‘So you had to share an elevator with the Three Stooges back there?’ June asked conversationally, ‘God help you. I trust they weren’t
too
lurid for you?’

Suzie smiled shyly. ‘Oh no,’ she said, ‘not at all.’ Quite frankly, she was too embarrassed to say anything otherwise.

‘Hmmm, I’m sure,’ June replied, in a way that said she had her doubts and they were very strong doubts indeed. ‘Ok,’ she said, ‘this is the executive floor, where the creative execs and the account execs all have their offices – Jon Sugar included, who I’ll introduce you to later. He’s in a meeting right now. Tommy Harlan and Chuck Fisher, the senior partners, are also on this floor. Most of the real work goes on
on
the floor below this one but you won’t have to go down there too often and you better not tell anybody I just said that about the work either, ok?’

Suzie smiled. ‘Of course,’ she said. She was starting to like June Kerouac.

‘Good,’ June smirked, ‘I can tell you and I
are
going to get along just fine together.’ She continued across the room. ‘Come on,’ she said, ‘Mr. Sugar’s office is just down here. As I said, he’s having a meeting at the moment but I’ll help you get set up outside so you’re ready for him when he’s done.’

As they walked past the rows of desk, Suzie heard a flirty giggle from across the room and looked up. One of the pool girls was sitting on the surface of her desk, with a handsome young executive above her. He had his hand on her thigh and was trying to run it up under her skirt while she made an attempt to fight him off – admittedly not very forcefully. Suzie couldn’t believe it as she stared. The girl’s hair was coming undone and she looked like she has having the kind of fun that you most definitely should not be having in a public office. With his other hand, the executive stroked her back and glanced at her lithe body with a predatory smile.

‘Oh George!’ she enthused, ‘stop it you filthy animal you!’

‘George Breslin,’ June called over at him, an amused smile on her painted face, ‘unhand that girl and let her get back to work. Some of us are trying to keep this company afloat, you know.’

The executive released his hold on the girl and stood back, holding up his hands in attempt to feign innocence. ‘Oh June,’ he said, ‘I was just trying to get a second opinion for some copy I’m working on, but I couldn’t help myself. Besides, you know I only have eyes for you.’

‘Mm, well you can keep them to yourself,’ June admonished with a smirk and then continued on.

Suzie was astonished. She couldn’t believe what she’d just witnessed.

‘Ok,’ June continued, ‘Mr. Sugar’s office is right through this door. The desk outside is your new home. Welcome aboard.’

‘Thanks,’ Suzie said, her eyelashes fluttering nervously.

‘What’s wrong?’

Suzie twirled her ankles, unsure of how to put it. ‘It’s just,’ she began, ‘…that man back there. Are they all like that?
So voracious?’

‘Yes,’ June bluntly replied, ‘but you’ll get used to it. And really honey you should try to dress to suit your body a little better. You’ve got a great little set of breasts there. Why not make them work for you?’

Suzie blushed and looked at her feet. She’d been brought up to hide such things, not flaunt them. She wasn’t that kind of girl.

‘Oh now really,’ June giggled, ‘it’s nineteen sixty-one Suzie. Learn to live a little. This is Madison Avenue.’

She opened the drawer of Suzie’s desk and pulled out a small bottle of whisky. ‘Mr. Sugar drinks scotch,’ she said, ‘I took the liberty of putting one here before you arrived, but once it’s gone you better make sure you replace it or there’ll be trouble.’

‘Ok,’ Suzie nodded. What she had expected her job to be like before coming here and what it what was actually turning out to be like were very different indeed.

‘He smokes Morley’s,’ June continued, ‘so make sure you always have a pack or two to spare.’ She opened her bag and took a small white package of cigarettes out and chucked it at Suzie. ‘Here,’ she said, ‘this’ll get you started. So do you have any questions?’

‘No,’ Suzie said, ‘I think you’ve covered everything.’ She was having some trouble getting her head around the debonair machinations of Harlan Fisher, but as yet she could think of no way to put that bewilderment into question form.

‘Good,’ June said, ‘well I’ll be here to help you out for the first few weeks, so if anything comes up you know who to ask.’

Just then the door to Mr. Sugar’s office opened and a middle-aged but boyishly handsome gentlemen with snowy white hair stepped out.

‘Yeah well we’ll see about that,’ he muttered facetiously, ‘I’ve got my eye on you Sugar.’

Suzie heard a muffled voice speak in reply. Deep and powerful, though she couldn’t make out exactly what it said.

The white-haired man laughed and then turned towards the two women. ‘Ah June!’ he grinned, ‘looking radiant as ever, my dear.’

‘Thank you Tommy,’ June curtsied.

He turned his attention to Suzie and looked her up and down like she was a chocolate desert, laid out before him on a plate, fit for devouring. ‘And who do we have here?’ he smiled.

‘Suzie Armstrong,’ June introduced, ‘she’ll be Mr. Sugar’s new secretary. Suzie, this is Tommy Harlan, senior partner.’

‘How do you do Mr. Harlan sir,’ Suzie bowed.

‘I’m a little lit,’ Tommy quipped, ‘but hell it’s not too early is it? Ten thirty on a Monday morning?’

Suzie didn’t reply. She wasn’t sure whether he was joking or not.

‘So your Sugar’s new gal, huh?’ Tommy asked, checking her out a little closer, ‘well good luck to you kid. You’re going to need it with that guy.’

The senior partner lit a smoke and then headed off across the room. ‘June,’ he called behind him, as he went, ‘hold all my calls. I need to lie down for a minute.’

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