Hard at Work (Kertaro & Bimbeth)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Kertaro on 23-02-2011, 02:01:24</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Hard at Work (Kertaro &amp; Bimbeth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kertaro</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 02:01:24</strong>
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				The bike tire skidded sideways spraying dirt as the image slowly panned up to show the man drinking full tilt of the sports drink. Bottle empty he tossed it over his shoulder letting it land right in the bed of his pickup. The bottle rolled until the label was cleared displayed. Pushing a button Clinton stopped the playback there and turned to the boardroom. "Quencher" he said and then shrugged his shoulder's "Why stop?" <br><br>The large room clapped as the lights turned back on. Smiling a wide grin Clinton Avey raised his hands and then moved back to the projection on the screen. "This as marks the start of a five year campaign that Quencher sports drink has started with us. They are blasting print, television and billboards nationwide and after I work out some things with out internet department" nodding in the direction of the head of the department he pointed "attaching the ad to ESPN dot com" <br><br>Moving to a chair a few feet down from the head of the table he grabbed the back of his chair. Clinton towered over most of the room at six and a half feet and the former college football player might have even gone pro had it not been for a knee injury in his sophomore year. Instead of finishing out by playing football he tapped into another mindset and found the mind of the American male. A degree in marketing soon followed and now here he stood one of the top marketing executives at Schuster after a short seven years. Still keeping in shape he filled out his suit well and as he moved into his seat he then ran a hand through his well cut slightly dark hair. <br><br>"If all goes well and the catchphrase locks in we could be talking about an extended contract for this being their tagline" leaning back in his chair he then nodded and waited as the woman sitting across from him sent daggers staring his way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hard at Work (Kertaro &amp; Bimbeth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bimbeth</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 05:38:20</strong>
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				Audra Beardsley smiles her everything-is-perfect-smile to the group of men in the conference room even while allowing herself a moment of dismay that she was sure didn't show. She'd practiced the smile enough times in the mirror to know that it disarmed most criticisms to come her way.<br><br>Unknown to the management team that she was greeting, Audra fretted that she'd worked so hard on this campaign, potentially one of the largest in the history of this company, and the one she was most proud of, but Mr Sports over there got in first. The suits in the room would remember every nuance of HIS presentation, and she was aware that they'd probably forget that she even gave a presentation.<br><br>Audra flashed an extra bright smile at the egotistical jerk across the room.&nbsp; "Good Job Clinton.&nbsp; Did you manage to score some samples of Quencher for those all nighters we get stuck with here?"<br><br>After the laughter died down, she bends toward the screen to aim her remote, aware that the angle showed off her shapely figure, and the light from the projector in the darkened room made her skin look creamy above the little chemise.&nbsp; <br><br>"Gentlemen, I'd like to switch gears for a moment.&nbsp; Imagine you're the parent of a young girl, concerned with the messages your daughter is absorbing from classmates, boys, media etc.&nbsp; The pressure for young girls to be a thing of beauty is ever increasing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Our client, Swan Skincare, wants to lead the charge in changing this dynamic."&nbsp; With a click of her remote, a scene plays out on the screen.<br><br>An average looking girl is sitting.&nbsp; People mill around applying moisturizers, concealers, foundation, powder makeup, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, lipstick, etc.&nbsp; Then her hair is highlighted and styled.&nbsp; This activity is soon followed by a glimpse of her face being modified by photo editing software.&nbsp; Additional highlights make her hair shine, while her neckline is narrowed and extended. The camera backs away from this now breath-takingly beautiful woman until you realize that we're now seeing her on a billboard that has a competitors logo.<br><br>The screen fades to black.&nbsp; In stark white letters the screen displays :&nbsp; "No wonder our perception of beauty is distorted".&nbsp; The screen again fades to black, and again white letters display: "It's time to teach our children and ourselves what real beauty is.&nbsp; Take part in our workshop at SwanSkincare.for.our.daughters.com."<br><br>The lighting in the conference room returns to normal and Audra flashes her smile. " Swan is ready to go big, and they want our help. Like Clinton's client, Swan wants to er 'blast print, television and billboards nationwide'. "<br><br>At the pleased look on the Management team faces, Audra relaxes and relishes the feeling of accomplishment that washes over her.&nbsp; In this moment of triumph she can't help but peek over to see Clinton's reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hard at Work (Kertaro &amp; Bimbeth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kertaro</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 15:11:29</strong>
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				Ignoring the funny comment Clinton actually showed restraint in not mentioning that maybe the one who was pulling allnighters was Audra. The executives were there and while what he said to he in passing at the office was one thing blatant disrespect of a presentation meeting was another. So quietly he eased back into the highbacked leather chair and closed his eyes. He was mock snoring at one point during the commercial presentation and then when the lights came on was grinning. When she quoted him he actually chuckled wondering if she knew that was compliment. <br><br>Two major clients landed. The board could not have been happier and aftera&nbsp; brief moment of congratulations they excused their two star promoters. Gathering his things off the table Clint looked over. "Golf Thursday at noon right?" he mentioned to the man at the head of the table before passing by him to the door. He actually stopped and held the door for Audra letting her go out ahead of him and then followed her in the hallway. <br><br>"Isn't it funny" he said as they reached the elevator to head down to the 21st floor and the office level they shared with their creative teams. "Someone who flashes tits around and shows old men how her ass looks in a tight skirt lands a campaign to teach young girls about real beauty" Getting in the elevator he pushed the button and then leaned against the wall. "You would think it would just be on how to give grandpa's boners. Good thing those geezers could not make out your panty lines without their bifocals on" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hard at Work (Kertaro &amp; Bimbeth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bimbeth</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 19:50:50</strong>
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				Audra turned to look at Clinton, quietly mulling a point.&nbsp; A private smile formed on her pretty lips as remarks: "Hmmmm wonder what this is about.&nbsp; But yes... I have had allnighters *smirk* and enjoyed them and was looking for a little pick-me-up the next day so the Quencher comment was a real one. And, for the record, I'm totally covered in professional business suit, even wearing a chemise to make sure I don't accidentally show any unprofessional flesh so you're off base there.&nbsp; And I know there's no panty line *smirk* I'd have to be wearing them for that.&nbsp; I think there can only be one reason for your comment... you must not be getting any."<br><br>With that the elevator opens and Audra strides off to her own desk, a smile on her face, thinking that a good day just got a better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hard at Work (Kertaro &amp; Bimbeth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kertaro</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 20:49:52</strong>
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				Shaking his head he did not let the simple dig get to him. Turning toward his office out of the elevator he brought his team together for a quick congratulation meeting then sent them back out and to work. Most of the creative credit he had no problem giving to his team, but the clients loved him and that was all upon him. Moving form the small cube farm in front of his office he shut the door and pulled his jacket off loosening his tie slightly. <br><br>Sitting down in the high backed chair he took his time to sort through his email slowly. A few replies and some quick orders later he was about to head out to lunch when his phone rang. "Clint here" he said as he then listened to the VP's assistant tell him that he had a meeting in ten minutes back in the executive boardroom. Blinking with this surprise he stood back up and straightened his tie back into place. Picking up his jacket he decided early was better then late. Heading for the elevator again he barked out a couple orders to his own assistant and pushed the button for the elevator hoping this was a good sign and not a bad one. 
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