A few weeks later, unexpectedly, there was a big shake-up at work. My company hired a new Vice-President of Marketing, which the last time I looked at my business cards, was my job title. He was very well known within our industry, having last worked at NASCAR. He had been profiled in our industry magazine, as he had pulled off the unimaginable. He had increased the advertising revenue of the auto racing company, during a time when tobacco and alcohol advertising were being prohibited.
Tim Andrews was revered within our tight-knit circle, but his hiring posed some very real questions about where I fit in, under the new organizational structure. The details of his employment package were public record, and his salary was phenomenal. More importantly, he was given total autonomy with regard to hiring and firing employees. I was sick with worry as he began to decimate the ranks of upper management within our company.
Every day at work was a total fucking nightmare, trying to figure out who the latest casualties of Tim's ruthless efficiency measures were. Some of these guys had worked for my company for longer than I had, and were being unceremoniously dispatched, with their belongings in a cardboard box, and one month's severance pay.
I was having difficulty sleeping, and dreaded coming to work as I anticipated my fate. Being unemployed wasn't an option for me. If I had to endure an immediate cessation of my considerable paycheck, I would be forced to liquidate my possessions within a couple of months. The problem was there was just about zero equity in anything that I owned. As luck would have it, I seemed to slide under Tim's radar. He changed my job title to Director of Marketing, but didn't fuck with my pay, or reduce the size of my office, which in the corporate world is an indicator of status.
He completely restructured the company, replacing many of the upper managers and executives with his own guys. Some of the remaining upper level guys got demoted or had their pay slashed, or both. A couple of my co-workers benefited from the restructuring, and got promoted. However, there seemed to be a correlation between these changes, and their love of golf.
Tim loved golf, and I couldn't help but notice that several of his regular golf partners got promoted, or had their salaries increased. I hated golf, and kept my job the old fashioned way, because I was very good at it. However, I needed to find some common ground with Tim, and quickly. I am blessed with an active mind, and continuously came up with ideas that were adopted. I think Tim appreciated my work contribution, and valued me as an employee, however because he was an Alpha Male, it was in his genetic make-up to fuck with me.
At our first executive meeting, upon learning that my name was also Tim, he decreed that from now on, to minimize confusion, I would be referred to as Timmy. I hadn't been called Timmy since I was six years old, and I hated it. However, as he had total autonomy over hiring and firing, everyone just got with his program and suddenly, I was Timmy.
One night, after a particularly long brainstorming session, I came up with a brilliant advertising slogan for a toothpaste commercial. Tim was very happy with my contribution and we hung out together long after the meeting ended. We ended up going for a drink at a local piano bar, and Tim decided he wanted to get laid.
As we bonded over a few beers, it turns out that he had been stationed all over the world, during his tenure as an advertising executive. He had been too immersed in work to ever get married, or to even have a girlfriend, so he used prostitutes and escorts to take care of his needs. He had mongered everywhere, Tokyo, Bangkok, Manila to name just a few places. However, he was brand new to Southern California and asked me if I knew any local places to get laid.
I was hell bent on impressing my new boss, and with my inhibitions lowered by the alcohol, suggested that we stop by my favorite massage parlor, and enjoy a session with one of Joy's young girls. Tim was impressed with my local knowledge and ordered us a cab. When we arrived at Joy's place it was late, but the Mamasan was very accommodating.
Once Joy learned that Tim had mongered all over the world, she wanted to prove that the sexual delights of Asia were available in our back yard. Tim had no sense of shame or embarrassment, and was quite happy to answer all of Joy's questions, in front of me.
In the same way that Joy had got to the bottom of my sexual proclivities, during my first massage session with her, she peppered Tim with questions about his preferred kinks. Turns out, Tim had quite the sexual appetite and was blessed with a very short refractory period. He like to dominate women, enjoyed anal sex, and his favorite sexual activity was to fuck the wives and girlfriends of other men. Once Tim confessed his love of threesomes, he was shown to a nice large room, and Rosebud and Rim were dispatched to take care of him. I asked Joy who else was available, but she pulled me into her office and shut me down.
"Don't ask me who is available, Tim," she said firmly. "You are on sexual restriction."
"Excuse me Joy?" I asked, knowing full well what she meant, but wondering how the fuck she knew.
"All the girls know you are off-limits," she said calmly. "Sucky has made it very clear that you are not allowed any release outside of your Saturday morning session."
Joy poured me a large cup of coffee, and we chatted as my boss allowed the girls to show him why they had been assigned their respective monikers. Tim ended up fucking Rosebud in the ass, as Rim gave him one of her patented rimjobs.
Tim was giddy with excitement as we shared a cab home.
"Dude, that place was amazing," he gushed. "I have enjoyed countless rimjobs all over the world, but I have never had a better experience than I just got from Rim. That girl is aptly named!"
"I know," I replied, "the first time she rimmed me, I blew my load all over the shower wall. Then that dirty bitch asked me if I wanted to watch her eat my ejaculate. When I said yes, she slurped it up from the wall and floor of the shower."
"A bit late to start telling me this now, Timmy," my boss scolded. "If I would have known this an hour ago, I would have showered with that bitch. Anything else you want to share with me?"
"No boss," I said dejectedly, disappointed that I had let him down. "How was Rosebud?" I continued, trying to change the conversation.
"Wow!" Tim responded, "Rosebud has such a fuckable ass. I have no idea how she is able to have such a tight little sphincter, with the amount of anal sex she must have."
"I know, right?" I agreed, "unbelievable how tight her anal passage is."
