‘The Poetry of Femininity.’ The woman recognized his voice straight away. Sitting in the bathroom stall she realized she must not have flipped the ‘occupied’ sign out front of the gender-neutral washroom in the office building. “Just settle down Phil we made our presentation and for now that is all we can do.” “Do you think she’ll really go for it Sean…you know we’re desperate for this deal. Evelyn Ratcliff is an influential woman.” “Look Phil she clearly doesn’t want to use the regular Ad industry giants with their typical advertising campaigns…she even mentioned hating the condescending ways of the ‘old boys network’…we’re different …we may be a small boutique shop or company but it’s why we started our own independent firm in the first place.” “Ok Sean but if she goes for it she’ll hold a lot of power over us…I mean our whole resources will be focused on pleasing the woman plus we have to make that payment within 2 months….when did Evelyn say she’d get back to us?...you know my wife Sally expects me to get this…I mean I told her it’s a done deal.” Evelyn had to decide whether to stay put or come out and break up the conversation between the two men in their late 30’s that owned the up-and-coming Ad agency. Remaining silent she heard the paper-towel dispenser being pulled. “Jeez Phil I swear sometimes you act just like a god damn clingy broad…. if her secretary calls and sets an appointment for dinner I think it will be a good sign.” “Sorry it’s just Sally…you know how demanding she can be with me…especially since she’s in the business….being an independent a few of her campaigns have been picked up by some of those Ad firms you spoke about.” Evelyn heard the washroom door open as the two from the ‘Jenner and Henicott Advertising’ company left. Taking note of it also wondering who Sally was she got a chuckle out of hearing Phil Jenner being called out for acting like a woman by his business partner Sean Henicott. Sitting in her spacious corner office Evelyn Ratcliff went over the financials letting her skill for forensic accounting rise to the surface. “This tells me I might be able to make a move a few months in…” She waited for a response from her in-house accountant Mable Rothstein as she continued. “…am I reading this right Mabel?” Glancing at her boss the Jewish woman who religiously practiced her orthodox faith had always prided herself at finding a weak spot across a broad spectrum of excel spreadsheets. At 4’ 10” many underestimated her intellect because of her shorter height. The thick Brooklyn accent had her smiling as she spoke. “Exactly Eve…they spent too much on their last two pre and post-production efforts that never got finished after the clients walked away… so give it a couple of months and things really get tight.” The two had done it before in helping Evelyn identify companies she could swoop in and take over adding to her suite of profitable entities Mabel would end up with a small percentage. Like many venture capital firms often called ‘vulture investors’ it was the idea not necessarily the owners that made the difference. “So I structure the deal that if I pay the production costs I get a percentage of ownership in the agency that scales up if their projections fail to meet set goals.” “See columns ‘J’ and “W’ there...half way down…that’s what they really don’t want us to spot…if that Sean fellow doesn’t have that paid within 2 months you slip in an agreement clause that kicks in for 33% ownership if you pay it outright…” Mabel lightly banged the eraser end of the pencil on the desk emphasizing her point. “2% 3% piece by piece I’ve quietly picked up ownership shares so it gives us under my name 20% as a silent partner…once we have the majority you dilute the stock and their shares soon become near worthless….then you'll have them to do with as you please…from what I can tell everything is in the business….that they don’t have much in the way of personal savings.” Mable slipped the #2 pencil into her bouffant styled grey hair snapping her Dentene gum as she did it. “You are one smart lady Babs…it will be the perfect entrée to roll out my suite of products from my Rose of Thorns company.” “Sure….one more thing…you’ll want to have a woman that’s loyal take over the Ad campaign.” “Money talks and bullshit walks…I’ll come up with someone that knows what they’re doing…..would you tell Saffron that cute secretary of mine to come in here on your way out.” He’d been a t-girl secretary for over three years yet when he’d first met Evelyn the former bike messenger had no idea how powerful an influencing she could be in the life of a young naïve 20-something male like him. The thin waist pinched in from the corset letting his figure taken on a feminine shapeliness in the tight-fitting bodice of the dress. “Yes Ms. Ratcliff how may I be of service to you ma’am.” It spoke to his training by the woman that he addressed her in the deferential tone. “Babe you look cute in the dress…are those petticoats peeking out from under the hem?” Saffron had been kind of thin when they’d first met. So cocky in a way that was typical of a boy his age who’d thought being a messenger riding a bike meant he was free and independent. The onslaught of female hormones had changed all that. Over time he had turned his will over to Evelyn while she brought out the girl in him until he presented weighing a 112 pounds now looking as a lovely tart of a t-girl. The woman stared at him until he blushed. “Yes Ma’am…oh I just love the feeling of the tulle material as they bounce off my knees when I walk.” “Well Saffron honey I must say those beautiful breasts of yours are quite fetching ….remind me again …what are you a c-cup?” “Yes Ms. Ratcliff.” His hand with the pretty polish on his long nails lifted up as he gave off a ‘Lady Di’ fluff in back to his coifed hairdo. ‘The poetry of femininity…you’ve been blessed with it now Saffron darling …graceful in its gift…..yet we both know all you really are is eye-candy…it suits you well…continue practicing your modeling lessons and I just may have you in my up-coming Ad campaign for t-girl lingerie.” “Understood Ma’am…thank you Ms. Ratcliff…..those two men called and will be at the restaurant as you wish.” Evelyn waited until he performed the expected curtsey. The ‘Hideaway’ restaurant was known for its selection of house wines and the quiet atmosphere where deals could get done free of disturbance. At her usual booth in back the woman could have an overview of anyone that walked in. Evelyn stood up when she saw Sean enter. It came out sounding condescending as she spoke it. “Here honey slide in.” How many women in business meetings over the decades had been treated the same being called ‘pet’ names instead of their more formal given name? Like most any male he didn’t like being called honey Sean could swear she patted his rear end lightly as he bent to slide into the booth. “Phil’s just parking the car Sally and him will be here shortly.” “Ok sweetie…wine is the way to go here so look at the menu.” Cringing as he heard her use ‘sweetie’ he nodded his head knowing he had to walk out from the dinner with the deal signed off on. From the moment she saw Sally leading Phil by the hand Evelyn knew she had another alpha female like her at the table. The man stuck his hand out but received her cheek to be kissed as she looked at his wife Sally. Taking in the smell she commented while winking at Sally “Such a pleasant fragrance…I can see Sally has you well trained….slip in to the booth.” The comment drew a smile from the woman who next shook Evelyn’s hand preferring that over the usual air kiss women so often do. “Glad to meet you Sally I’m looking forward to getting to know you better…I heard from a friend you have quite the career in the same industry as well.” “Hello Evelyn…thanks …I thought I’d come to see if I can add anything.” The conversation drifted from topic to topic as the meal moved along before Sally was asked to tell her experience in the business world. Impressed with her curriculum vitae Evelyn let Sean and Phil know she wanted a few minutes alone with the woman. “Why don’t you two go powder your noses while Sally and I discuss a few ideas I have.” Chuckling at her comment she saw Sally smiling as Phil’s wife slid from the booth letting the two men out to use the washroom. After listening to Evelyn lay out her thoughts Sally knew an opportunity when she saw one. “I’d die to have an equity stake…don’t worry about him he’s wrapped around my finger. I‘ll push him in the direction he needs to go….as you said Evelyn always improving and becoming a woman is an improvement.” As the four once more sat together around the table Sally let Phil know he wasn’t to have any dessert. In some ways it was an outright challenge yet one he obeyed cementing Sally’s dominance in front of Evelyn before she spoke. “I’m a strong believer in having a woman involved that I can trust…we’ll move forward if you sign the amended agreement along with Sally being put in charge of overseeing the ad campaign reporting directly to me.” Holding her wine she took a sip before adding to her statement. “One other thing…I’m from the school for products to be believed in ads they must be experienced and used by those that are selling them…so Sean and you too Phil…I expect you both to wear the item in the commercial…is that clear?” Sally glared at her husband Phil as if to say ‘don’t even think about saying no’ before she spoke. “It only makes sense Evelyn…I can see why you want them to use the product…I mean how can you talk about something unless you know it and have tried it right?” With Sean agreeing to the arrangement Phil heard his wife talking to him. “Consider yourself on a diet…you know the camera adds an extra 10 pounds…I’ll have you on smoothie mixes and we’ll trim you down to a much more attractive size.” With Sean saying his ‘good-bye’s’ Evelyn and Sally and Phil stood out in front of the restaurant. “So Sally I will send you the packets…now there are lots of things your Phil will be taking. Cohosh roots, Pueraria mirifica, Fennel Greek, vitamins plus the other tabs that have stronger estrogenic properties.” Sally new she meant female hormones. Evelyn looked at Phil “Do I need to get into specifics Phil and perhaps go to some other ad agency or are you just going to go with the program…you‘ll definitely lose some weight along with picking up a some other benefits that will help bring a peaceful gentleness and new demeanor.” Phil could feel his wife Sally squeeze his hand. “Yes I’m good with it all Ms. Evelyn.” “Fine then…we’ll leave it at that…Sally let’s talk tomorrow I’ll send over the ‘Rose of Thorns’ chastity cage so your Phil can adjust to it.” Her hand lightly brushed the side of Phil’s face. “Sweetie I have no doubt you’ll enjoy the changes that lie ahead.” The uber driver let Sean out on the street known for its wide assortment of bars. Both relieved and concerned he had opened himself to having the company’s ownership to being shared with Evelyn as a partner he decided to have a few drinks. After the 4th single malted scotch moving on Sean found his way down the street until he heard the music coming from an establishment he wasn’t familiar with. Inside the gay bar he sat along an extended bench seat along the wall listening as the beautiful ‘Drag’ entertainer sang songs made popular by Barbra Streisand, Liza Minnelli and Bette Midler from back in the day. Being a straight man all his life he didn’t have much of a ‘Gay-dar’ radar instinct. His eyes glazing over he noticed a tall thin yet muscular male in his 30’s sitting next to him. Learning his name was Brad in between songs in the dimly lit room the two men chatted about nothing. Sean could feel his inhibitions loosening the drunker he got. Having broken up with his then girlfriend at the time it had been months since he had anything that could be remotely called sex. First Brad laid his arm across the back of the cushioned seat along the wall. He kept inching closer until he nonchalantly let his hand rest on Sean’s thigh. “Boy she really can sing….kind of hard to believe she has a dick between her legs to look at her.” “Yea…her tits look pretty real….to be honest she kind of gets me hard.” Brad replied “Probably breast forms…damn things look better than the real thing….oh I like this song.” The lights dimmed further as the easy listening Lady Gaga song ‘I’ll never love again’ came out of the performers mouth. Sean felt Brad’s hand move up his leg. Turning to tell him he wasn’t gay his mouth opened only to be met with a kiss from the man. Brad’s hand slid forward settling on Sean’s dick. A few lifts up and down had him hard. Quick as a hiccup Brad had Sean’s pants unzipped with his cock out. His hand slowly ran along the shaft as the kissing went on. Offering a feeble attempt Sean spoke. “But I’m not gay…oh god that feels nice.” Brad looked at him. “Neither was I my first time….just hold still cubby.” His mouth quickly lowered taking in the top half of the hard cock as Brad’s finger slipped inside Sean’s mouth. It was an unusual feeling…to be sucking on a man’s finger while his cock was being sucked. Brad lowered Sean’s pants and undies further bobbing his head he let his tongue lick at the shaft. His mouth rolled over the head of the dick getting it to pulsate on each drop down. Flicking his tongue at the underside Brad heard Sean let out a moan. He pulled his finger out of Sean’s mouth so he could cup the balls while sucking. Suddenly a new finger slid in one that was more hairy and meatier and larger. Sean’s eyes looked at the large man sitting next to him. Something inside told him to keep sucking on the sausage-like finger. “Make sure he comes cubby Brad….have it be a good one.” Brad looked up at the commanding presence of the large man while still stroking the cock. “Yes daddy bear.” His eyes never leaving the man’s Sean moaned despite the finger in his mouth. Hitting on a psychological level the oral fixation element made the connection between his heightened arousal and sucking the imitation phallus. “Eewwwww, eewwwwwww, eeewwwwwww….” Just as he was about to come the alpha put his mouth on Sean’s kissing him deeply. The 2nd time a pair of male lips had ever been on his he clearly realized it wasn’t him doing the kissing instead he was being kissed. Somehow it was an acknowledgement that he was the submissive. It was Brad’s signature move. He stroked the cock and licked the balls then lifted and slid his lips swirling them all over the head. Sean’s cock seized up a moment’s hesitation had him spurting out into Brad’s mouth. Blast after blast of warm cream spewed out. Brad lifted and kissed his ‘daddy bear’. Some call it a triple ‘snowball’ from one to the other and then the other. The hot come went from Brad’s mouth to his dominant’s and finally into Sean’s. “You found me a new cubby Brad?” “Yes Sir…I think so daddy.” The singing having long since ended a 4th male approached. “I just sent them Mr. Tucker….sir” Holding his phone up Tucker moved it so Sean could see the I-phone pics. He had no idea he was about to be courted then groomed over the next few months. “Your personal email address Sean…what is it?” Watching Sean leave Brad one of the ‘cubs’ to the BDSM ‘daddy bear’ knew he had pleased Master Tucker Johnson. End of part one … All rights reserved by author.