Lacy silk thong, peep hole bra, cock ring and whips. Scott's mind went into orgasmic overload.
It had all started during a chance meeting with his ex-colleague and rival advertising executive, Hank Mason. Conversation between the two was tense and somewhat guarded, both aware they were business rivals. Hank did however let slip details of his latest target prospect.
A recent start up called Tonto were set to move their advertising department to the UK. Furthermore, their CEO, who was making all the decisions, was into anything risqué and in particular fetish.
Scott had been at Allure Advertising for almost ten years rising to campaign director some three years previously. He smiled to himself in a smug fashion as he thought of Hank, still in a junior position at Flunky, one of the new firms in town. In his spare time, according to his entry on Secret Swingers, he enjoyed BDSM, Fetish and Voyeuristic adventures.
With head count reduction his team, now down to Taylor and Josh, were somewhat depleted. Both mid-twenties, ambitious and keen to please, he got the feeling they would do whatever he asked.
As was customary at Allure any strategy meeting was conducted in the Dog & Duck pub 300 yards down Carnaby Street, not far from their office.
At around 4pm Scott announced they should stop work and join him for an all-expenses paid brain storming session. Both needed little encouragement where free alcohol was concerned and they were soon sat in the corner of the tiny London bar.
Swiftly, conversation steered towards sexual exploits, with Taylor announcing she once slept with her boyfriend's brother. Josh topped this with his tales of the twins he met at University.
By all accounts neither were shy and most definitely not identical twins!
Possibly due to the three large 'Screw on the Beach' cocktails Taylor had devoured, her stories became more and more suggestive. Scott sensed now would be a good time to float his idea for the latest advertising pitch. This was all purely professional of course, and nothing to do with his desire to strut around clad in erotic attire.
The sleeping serpent in his pants flickered into life momentarily; just enough to confirm his plan was as much about pleasure as it was business.
"Tonto's account would breathe new life into Allure" he announced. If they were to succeed, they would need to be at the top of their game.
Scott liked the term game as it led him into the playful world of fantasy, fucking and fetish.
"Six figure bonus each" Scott added.
Josh and Taylor, now hooked, didn't ask too many questions regarding Tonto or how Scott knew of the company in the first place.
Now came the part which would require his charm and persuasion to get them on side.
"During my research I have discovered the CEO of Tonto is a bit of a fetish fanatic."
The pub at that point fell deftly silent. With Taylor open mouthed and Josh smirking he continued.
" So basically, if we are to stand a chance of conquering this one, we need to dress accordingly." He had managed to find an old copy of Frolic Exchange, long out of print, but still leaving no doubt what sort of garments were de rigeur in the scene.
No sooner had Scott tossed the well-thumbed magazine on the table than Taylor screamed out. " You're fucking kidding!" "How do we get half way across London, dressed to thrill."
Interesting Scott thought. From her response she certainly wasn't horrified by his suggestion, merely concerned regarding the travel arrangements.
