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Welcome to my Web site! Story pages.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: All of my stories
are my intellectual property. I have posted them to share with you, the
reader. You will make no attempt to claim my work as your own under any
circumstances.
We Love to See You Smile
male dominant, male/female,
female/female, pheromones, hypnosis, subliminal messages
Disclaimer: I do not encourage incest, sexual
coercion, or any other form of sexual abuse. This story is purely fiction
and intended for your fantasy amusement.
Abstract: Joel develops the new marketing
strategy for McDonalds and makes sure they love to see him smile as well.
PART I
"I am a marketing genius," Joel laughed to himself as he
walked down the hall to his office. Well, he didn't actually have an office.
Not yet, anyway. But he did have a corner cubicle, which was a sign of
status in it's own way. But soon, soon they would recognize him for his
amazing strategy. Then he'd have an office for sure. Maybe even a corner
office. Well, maybe that was a little bit of a pipe dream. But it was a
great plan. And now, the gears were in motion.
He had been in the shower when it hit him. All his best
ideas seemed to come to him in the shower. Whenever he had a big assignment,
Joel became a cleanliness freak taking four or five showers a day. he had
been given the option between the McDonald's account and the Foot Locker
account. Joel, having more of a fondness for greasy food than for sports,
chose the McDonald's account. He had been racking his brain for ideas but
none seemed good enough, not for a multi-million dollar advertising campaign
like this one.
He had ordered all the background information from his
assistant. Lucille would gather all the demographics and past McDonald's
advertising campaigns for him. This would save him hours of work as well as
the time blundering down in Research and Records. Lucille was a peach, but
she was about as sharp as a blade of grass.
"McDonald's is an old company," Joel said to himself as he
washed his back. "What they need is something fresh and exciting, something
to appeal to young people." But this wasn't getting him anywhere. Joel
needed to take his mind off this campaign for awhile. Walk away and come
back to it. Joel started thinking about Lucille, his assistant. She had been
wearing her tan suit today. She looked so hot in her tan suit. Although he
preferred skirts, her tan suit was incredible with pants and a low-plunging
jacket. In his mind, she sat on the edge of his desk. She was in that same
tan suit; long legs crossed at the knee and draped alongside his chair,
white stiletto heels, and just a hint of lacy white top underneath. By the
straight cut of the top, he guessed it to be a corset. At least for the
purposes of his fantasies, it was a corset she wore under her suit.
From his mind, she spoke in that husky, breathless porn star
way to him. "You know, Joel? There's just something about you today. I don't
know what it is."
"New cologne?" he ventured.
"Yeah. Maybe that's it. I'm just so drawn to you. Not that
being attracted to you is so odd, but it's so sudden…"
"Yeah? You feel like you'll do anything for me, don’t you,
Lucille?"
Her eyes closed for an instant. "Anything."
"Mmm. Very good. Lucille, you love my cologne."
She made a little noise showing her assent.
"Almost as much as you love my cock."
Another little noise escaped her slightly parted lips. Her
eyes were open, but she appeared to be entranced. She was wearing the
glazed, glassy expression of a woman satisfied with a dozen orgasms eating a
pint of Ben & Jerry's.
He had heard about pheromones from the internet, but didn't
really put much stock in them. When he saw an ad in Maxim for them, he
figured "What the hell?" Being an ad man himself, he usually didn't fall
prey to cheap tricks, but it had a money-back guarantee. He followed the
directions, mixing just fifteen drops into a bottle of cologne - Fahrenheit,
her favorite - and tried it out. She was responding better than he had let
himself hope she would. Joel thought to himself how amazing this was. She
would do anything for him, but first, she would do anything to him. He
pondered the possibilities for a moment, then set to work.
Joel was a student of the fine art of neuro-linguistic
programming (or NLP for short). He knew all about positive statements and
the most effective way to get people to do as you wished them to. After all,
you didn’t get anywhere in business anymore without a little coercion. Sure,
a friendly smile and a firm handshake were still part of the business, but
he’d had his teeth bleached and his handshake was the result of practice –
his hand was always slightly on top, a dominance trick he’d picked up at an
Essential Skills seminar a few years back. Joel knew who he was, where he
was going, and how to get there. He was going to make damned sure he had his
way with Lucille in the way he wanted to, but with her thinking it was what
she wanted the entire time. (The threat of sexual harassment was always
hanging about – even in his fantasies.)
Joel drew up some things he’d like Lucille to do for him and
phrased them in his most positive and hypnotic tone. “Lucille?”
She blinked comprehension, but did not speak. It was just as
well. She could be a bit of a gossip and he wasn’t in the mood for chatter.
“Lucille, you love my cock.”
Her lips turned up in a slight smile of recognition.
“Yes. You’re such a good girl, Lucille. You love my cock and
want to worship it.”
She leaned forward slightly. This was going very well.
“You want to worship my cock but can’t think of the best
way. It confuses you just a little bit to think of what the best way is to
show your love for it. I will tell you because I am your friend and want you
to do what makes you happy. Worshipping my cock makes you happy and I will
tell you how the best way is to accomplish that. Would you like to know how
to worship it, Lucille?”
“Yes. Tell me.” She spoke in barely more than a whisper,
obviously taken into some sort of alpha state by the pheromones and his use
of language. Her eyes showed the glassy look of the drugged, but the same
shine of one hungry for more as well.
“I will tell you, Lucille. Because I am your friend. You
treasure me. You know that I hold the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen
and you long to worship it. Because you worship my cock, you treasure me
above all others as possessor of it. I like you, Lucille. And that’s good.
It’s good that I like you because I want to honor you with my cock. This is
a great honor and you’re so happy to have it. You know that it is a special
honor and you love that I’m willing to let you have it, even for a short
time. You know that you deserve this honor because you are my little
cocksmoker, Lucille. I want you to tell me this now. Tell me you are my
little cocksmoker.”
Lucille spoke with flat affect, but the words were enough.
“I am your little cocksmoker.”
“Oh yes. That’s a good girl. You’re such a good girl,
Lucille. I want you to remember something: You are my little cocksmoker. It
makes you so happy to be my little cocksmoker. You want to worship my cock,
but you will only be allowed to when I tell you you’re my little cocksmoker.
This will be my name for you when you are allowed to worship my cock. Do you
want to worship my cock now, Lucille? Do you want to be my good little
cocksmoker?” Joel thought perhaps he had gone too far, but the
repetitiveness was often necessary in hypnotic states to drill the point
home, and it was his favorite obscenity.
“I want to be your good little cocksmoker,” she parroted.
“Excellent. Now I will tell you how to worship my cock,
Lucille. You will be my good little cocksmoker. You will kneel before me,
take my penis into your mouth, and give me the best blowjob you have ever
delivered. You will worship my cock by blowing me, Lucille. Do you want to
do that?”
“Yes. I am your good little cocksmoker.”
She rose stiffly from Joel’s desk and knelt before him. This
was all going swimmingly. Lucille had a little trouble unbuttoning Joel’s
slacks, but he helped her out and she was well on her way to making him one
very happy advertising executive. As she got the zipper lowered, his penis
sprang out, already fully erect from all the mental foreplay he had been
enjoying. She smiled, obviously happy to be pleasing the cock she
worshipped. She licked the underside of his head and was just taking the
crown into her mouth when the phone rang. The phone? This wasn’t how his
fantasy went! What phone? Then Joel heard it again. The phone. He’d been
daydreaming again. His fist was wrapped securely around his engorged penis
and he had been masturbating vigorously when his dream sequence was
interrupted by the ringing phone.
“Fuck it. Let the machine get it.” He tried to recreate the
scene, but the moment had been lost. He gave up, felt his penis start to go
limp, and went back to washing. Joel heard the answering machine pick up. He
strained his ears for the message. It was Lucille. “Her ears must have been
burning,” he thought to himself. She had gotten all the materials together
from Records for the McDonald’s campaign. That girl could work like
lightning sometimes.
He put his head back under the water, thought of the way she
had smiled just before opening her mouth to take is penis into it. Oh, how
he loved to see that smile, her smile, the smile of a woman hell-bent on
pleasing her man. With a hair full of shampoo bubbles, it struck him “The
smile! Of course. ‘I love to see that smile.’ No. ‘I love to see your
smile.’ No. ‘I love to see you smile.’ Close. We… ‘We love to see you
smile.’ That’s it! That’s the new campaign.” He leaned forward, but shampoo
rained into his eyes and he was forced to finish his shower in haste in
order to get to a pen and pad. Joel wrapped a towel around his waist,
dripped all the way into his study, and wrote the following on the legal pad
on his desk:
“'We love to see you smile.' Friendly. Affectionate. Not at
all like other fast food jingles. Encourages feelings of happiness and
peace. The sort of place you’d want to visit. Like a friend’s house. The
sort of place that cares that you came, not just some other burger joint
that wants you to drive through and throw your money at the second window.
Demographic: Any person with teeth, all areas, especially metropolis areas,
all socio-economic statuses, especially low to upper-middle class and
working class, both genders, all religious affiliations. Workers are
typically teenagers and early twenties. Everyone is more attractive when
they smile. This assures the consumer that they are getting a quality
experience from someone who really cares about their food and their service.
Better experience for the consumer and the worker. Smiling faces a must.
Need: signage in the employee bathrooms as well as on the cash registers,
new shirts, buttons, aprons, new bags and cups with the motto (and maybe a
smiley face?) , and a set of commercials featuring attractive young girls
smiling like they can’t wait to” Joel paused here. He wanted to say “can’t
wait to swallow your cum” but he would probably have this sheet of paper
tacked to his cubicle wall for the next couple of weeks – having the note he
scribbled in his excited idea phase was more of a motivator than his
paycheck – and didn’t want to get chewed out for it. Instead he wrote “can’t
wait to make you happy.” It was a pleasant compromise. Plus, he knew what he
meant, and it was his campaign. He couldn’t wait to get started.
PART II
Joel started making some phone calls. He needed some
samples to present to the board when he pitched his idea. Joel phoned his
friend Ron at the printer's. Ron could make up some sample bags, visors,
and cups. The shirts would require a trip to the mall for custom
screening.
The little hottie behind the counter at the screen printing
kiosk knew nothing of copyright laws and so didn't request copies of his
paperwork - which was good as he hadn't thought to bring anything but his
petty cash fund and his pheromone-spiked cologne (Curve today, for a younger
crowd.) The perky little brunette began stealing glances at Joel as soon as
the order was written up. She asked if he'd mind waiting around while the
shirts were screened.
"I thought you said this would take over an hour. What
would you have me do for an hour while I wait?"
"Well, I'm sure we can think of something," she giggled.
"You have something in mind, I think."
"Always."
"Set up the machines and then you can entice me to stay."
She was obedient. "One of my favorite qualities," Joel
thought.
Once the shirts were set up, she asked Joel to come into the
kiosk. With nothing to lose, he did. She dropped to her knees and began
giving him amazing head. His cock was her ice cream cone and he was in
bliss. Here he was, in the middle of the local mall, getting head from a
girl nearly half his age whom he'd hardly known for 20 minutes. Next thing
Joel knows, there's a couple at the counter requesting a custom hat. The
sweet little brunette was otherwise occupied sucking his cock, so he decided
to help her out by taking the order. He was sure he'd botched it, but she
just hummed. She was fantastic. Joel certainly gave her a tip, so to
speak.
Samples in hand, Joel headed back to the office with a song
in his heart and a warm feeling in his pants. The email went out for a
meeting on Friday at 2pm to pitch the plan. Joel had Lucille order
posterboards and gather the easels, dry erase boards, markers and flip
charts. Joel himself made the call to the bakery on Elm for sweets for the
meeting. Petty cash, of course. Chocolate is known to release
phenylethylaline (or PEA) in it's consumers which will help to reduce
opposition. Joel knew his idea was as golden as the arches, but it never
hurt to cover your bases. He also had fruit punch, colas, and other sugary
drinks chilled for delivery. Part of Joel's NLP research led to government
agencies that specialize in ensuring conformity, like the military and
cults. High sugar diets and a lack of carbohydrates are great for
brainwashing. Just ask any Mary Kay representative what refreshments they
are serving at the next group sales meeting.
PART III
[Coming soon.]
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