Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2024 16:09:42 -0400 (EDT) From: JOHN ARNETT Subject: Lances Story Chapter 12 The following morning, Monday, Matt ran up to me in the parking lot about 15 minutes before we entered the law school building for our 9 a.m. classes. As usual, we had each driven our own cars since we get done at school at different times in the afternoon. "Hey, Babe. Wait up," he said. "There's something I forgot to tell you before we left the apartment this morning." "Yeah?," I said. "What's up?" "Well, first," he responded, "I wanted to wish you luck on your phone call with Jim this afternoon--not that you'll need it. "I'm sure you'll do fine. You'll have the job by the time I get back to the apartment later this afternoon." "Thanks, Babe," I said. "Which brings me to my second point," he said. "Yeah?" I said. "What's that?" "Babe, you've changed since you went on that interview three days ago--a lot," he said. "You're not the same guy." "What are you talking about?" I asked him. "Well," he continued. "ever since you went on that interview and you got to thinking about being the `King of the Gym,' and then you learned from your father about your Brazilian ancestor, you've turned into, well, someone different. You're a lot more aggressive, and your whole outlook on life has changed, and the way you respond to me has changed too." I had to admit, he was right. It was inevitable that if I were going to take the job, I'd have to change. It was going to be hard to be the law firm whore having the sweet, loving approach to life I had while in law school. "But Matt," I said, "we had a long conversation last night at the restaurant about the job. You didn't have a problem with it then. You told me to go ahead with it." "Babe," he said, "I'm not telling you not to go ahead with it. I'm telling you that you need to realize and accept the fact that you're a different person now. "The job requires you to change your personality, and you've already started. It has already affected our relationship. I can't do anything about it, and I don't think I would even try because I honestly believe taking the job is in your best interest. "But the old Lance is gone, Babe. I don't know whether I'm going to like the new Lance. I don't know how much or whether I'm going to miss the old Lance. "I was in love with the old Lance. Will I still be in love with the new Lance? "I don't know. I'm a little scared, Babe. That's all. "Please don't let this mess anything up for you today. I just wanted you to know how I feel. I just hope if you take the job that you can keep it from screwing up the remainder of our time together, that's all." "I understand how you feel, Babe," I replied. "I do wish we could have discussed this last night instead of this morning, though, because we've got no more time to do it now." "I know, Lance," he said, "but my mind was on something else that was a lot more important to me, if you remember." "Yeah, I remember," I said. "But maybe it'll help if you look at it this way. "First, I honestly don't think you have anything to worry about. It'll all work out. Really, Babe. Second, you're going to get to see a whole new side of me you would not otherwise have seen: the nasty, raunchy, playful side of me from my last two years of undergrad school when I was a stripper and an escort. "You'll have the advantage of having your own private stripper and escort to play with at any time for the next two months and at no charge. And I was the best, Babe. Won't that be fun?" Matt's eyes lit up. "Yeah," he said. "I suppose that could be interesting. You were really that good a stripper then, huh, Babe?" "Like I said, the best," I replied, "the absolute best. I had men all over me in the Chicago strip bars." "Well, I'm not sure I want to hear about that, Babe," he said. "But I think I could really get off on a few personal, private lap dances," he added, with a huge grin on his face. "Anytime you want, Babe," I said. "Anytime!" "And it might be fun to have my own whore to service me whenever I call him," he added. "I mean, if that's OK, too?" "Whatever and whenever you want, Dude," I said. "But you might want to tip me so I'll come back," I said, winking at him seductively. Fortunately, he seemed to like it. "I've got a 10½" `tip' that ought to make you come back whenever I want, Bitch!" he responded, playfully. "Yeah, that ought to do fine," I said. "I don't remember that any of my clients ever had a tip like that to `give' me. So, are we OK here now, Matt?" "I think so" he said, a little slowly but nonetheless surely. "I'd better get in to class. You coming?" "In just a sec," I responded. "I've got to call Jim real quick." "OK," he said. "Good luck again. See you later this afternoon. By the way, don't go anywhere after you talk to Jim. I'm bringing home a surprise." "What kind of a surprise?" I asked him. "Now that's a stupid question," he said with a sly grin. "What kind of a surprise would it be if I answered that question?" "OK, OK," I said. "See you later." I gave him a quick kiss, and he turned around and left. I called Jim. It was about 8:55 a.m. I told him I wanted to call him at 2 p.m. later that day to iron out the final details about the offer. I told him the discussion might take up to 2 hours, so I'd like him to clear his schedule for the afternoon. He said that would be no problem. At 2 p.m. sharp, I called Jim. "Hey, Lance," he said. "How's it hanging? About 12½", I hope?" "Very funny, Jim," I said. Very funny. Is sex all you ever think about--as if I had to ask?" "Just about, Babe," he said. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?" I was getting a little more used to it when we called each other "Babe," but it still felt a little strange. "No," I responded. "I suppose that's why you're paying me the big bucks to get me there--to satisfy your huge and constant libido. Speaking of which, how much you're paying me is the first thing I wanted to discuss." "OK, shoot, Babe," he said. "First of all," I said, "all the following items are in addition to what you've offered so far. This should not be construed as a negotiation that starts from scratch, and that anything I fail to discuss means that it's no longer on the table. "In fact, it should be assumed that any item I fail to discuss is left as you offered it on Saturday. Agreed?" "Agreed," Jim responded. "OK," I said. "Your $300K offer is nice to start with, but I have a counterproposal. "You said you want me to stay there up to 7 years. Without question, each year I stay there is going to be harder on me to have to give up personal things in my life, such as personal relationships, etc. "Therefore, I propose a $50K annual increase in salary during the entire seven-year period, over and above any work-related bonuses, COLA, etc. I think that's only fair." "Uh . . . OK," he responded. "I think that can be arranged." "Good," I responded. "There is another proposal I want to make. "Admittedly, this one would constitute a major change in what you've proposed and a significant additional expenditure by the firm, but I feel it's extremely necessary. In order to be an effective `King of the Gym,' I have to be your `King of the Firm' as well." "What are you getting at, Babe?" he asked me. "Everyone at the firm is going to be going around all day lusting after me," I said, "hoping they'll get to be with me if I select them at the gym that night at 9 p.m., that is, after I'm done with the two scheduled fucks, right?" "Yeah," he said. "I suppose that's natural and inevitable," Jim said. "Don't you think everyone will be more productive if we can arrange for me to be available more often to everyone?" I asked him. "I suppose," he said. "But how would you suggest we accomplish that?" "I think we should provide additional opportunities at the office every day for me to satisfy everyone's sexual needs," I responded. "Hey, that's a GREAT idea!" he said. "I wish I'd thought of that myself. How do you propose we do that?" "I thought you'd be lecherous enough to get on board with that, Babe," I said. "OK, enough with the compliments," he said tongue in cheek. "Let's try to stick to the point." "OK," I said. "This is going to have to be done MY way. "It's not going to be done in some cheesy corner in the back of the supply room. It's going to be done in a very classy setting. I'm going to be in total control." "All right," he said. "What exactly did you have in mind?" "You're going to give me the best corner office in the firm, the one with the best view," I said. "You'll have it vacated completely by the time I arrive there. "You're also going to vacate the offices on either side of that corner office completely before I arrive. I'll use one of those side offices as a bedroom and the other of the offices for other things, such as a Jacuzzi, sauna, bathroom, closets, etc. "I haven't worked out all the details yet. I'll figure it out before I get there. "When I arrive, we'll call in decorators to have the three offices redecorated and refurnished however I want. This set up will provide me the most pleasing environment to service the guys, just like you've provided the best environment possible to service them in the special room at the gym." "Geez, Lance, that's a lot to ask," he said. "I'm afraid this is not negotiable, Jim," I said. "Take it or leave it. I've given this a lot of thought over the past 24 hours, and I've run it by a few of my friends as well. "We all have concluded that I just can't do my job effectively if I have only the room at the gym and can choose only one more guy to take home every night at 9 p.m. I must have this type of facility at the firm, too." There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. This demand was the big one. I knew he was going to piss off at least three partners by telling them they had to move out of their offices--one of them a very important one, the one with the best office--as well as the partnership, by telling them they had to invest more money into the redecoration and refurnishing of those three offices. This was the make-or-break item. But the sluts wanted me, or should I say my body, badly. And most of them, especially Jim, had been dreaming about my body and my servicing them for the past two days ever since they'd seen me `up close,' so to speak. I didn't think I had too much fear. Finally, Jim spoke. "I think I'd better talk this over with a few people, Lance." I decided I had to get bold. "Sorry, Jim," I said. "I've got another great offer, and I've got to let them know my decision about it right after I get off the phone with you." I was lying, but I wasn't going to mess around. I had to assert my authority NOW. I didn't want to go through this kind of petty bickering about anything once I got there. "It's yes or no right now, Jim," I said. "Besides, you haven't let me teach you how to masturbate correctly yet . . ." Here I was again. I hadn't used sex to get what I wanted in three years, but it was going to be my style of life again: being a whore. I might as well get used to it. "That alone, I assure you," I continued, "is worth ten times what I'm asking. By the way, just how hard are you right now, Babe?" I laughed loudly and somewhat evilly into the receiver. "You're a fucking bitch!" he said, laughing back at me. "Yeah, but you love it," I said. "We're two of a kind, Jim. "We both use sex to get what we want, and you respect that. I just have a BIG advantage, so to speak, over you when it comes to using sex to get what I want, and you respect me for having that advantage. "Two inches doesn't sound like much, but when it comes to a penis, it can, and in this case, it does, doesn't it, Jim? In fact, you love to watch me operate and wish you could do it as well as I do." There was complete silence for a few seconds. He was obviously too embarrassed to say anything. "Now let's get serious, Babe," I continued. "You've done a lot of research on me. "Well, during the last 24 hours, I've done some on you. You've got one of the most lucrative law practices in the city. "Your partners' average annual draw is over $500K, and a few of them draw nearly $1M. Yours approaches $1.5M. Therefore, the $50K annual raise I asked for, spread out over the partnership, is a pittance, even less because it's tax deductible. That's why you agreed to it so fast. As far as the redecorating and refurnishing I requested is concerned, even if it cost as much as $500K--which is highly unlikely, half that is more likely--that amount spread over about 10 partners is $34 each, probably half that when tax effected. "That's nothing to people who are making on average $500K a year, especially when spread out over the seven years you expect I'll be there. And, as I said, that's probably twice what it's likely going to be. Besides, based on all you've told me about the room at the gym, you've probably already paid $500,000 for it and not even flinched. "The bottom line, Jim, is that you'd pay me a whole lot more if I asked for it, because I'm worth it, and you know it. The only reason I'm not asking for what I'm worth is because I don't want to show up in two months and have everyone pissed off at me because I held you up for as much as I could get. "Then I'd just be a whore whose sole purpose would be to satisfy everyone's sexual needs, and I'd otherwise be resented by everyone. I wouldn't be able to develop meaningful relationships with the guys, both professionally and in bed. That's not what I'm about. "So, stop stalling and tell me you'll do it. You know you're going to. You know you'll do virtually anything I want you to do because you have to. "You're all hungry as hell for me, not the least of which is you. Let's face it, Jim, you're a total slut. "What's more, you've got a big crush on me, Jim. You're so horny for me you can't wait to get your hands in my pants. No sense denying it, and don't be ashamed of it. "Don't worry, though. I intend to spend a whole lot of time with my boss satisfying his every need. In any case, just quit wasting time and say yes. We've got a lot more to discuss." "OK, OK, you're right, of course," he said. "I AM a slut, and I guarantee you ARE going to spend a whole lot of time with me. "Damn, Lance. You're shrewder than I thought and, frankly, had hoped. "On the other hand, I guess we wouldn't want an attorney who wasn't on the ball. But just what makes you so conceited as to think I've got a crush on you?" "HA HA," I said. "Babe, there's not a conceited or egotistic bone in my body and never was. "I don't need to be conceited or egotistical. Conceit and egotism are for people who are insecure. "They are a waste of time for me. I know who and what I am and what I have, and I've known since I was 12 and had a heart-to-heart with my Dad. "As for knowing about your crush, you well know how much experience I have with men. I only have to look in a man's eyes to see what he wants and how he feels. "The first time I looked into your glazed-over eyes it was completely obvious to me how big a crush you have on me. I suspect you got it as you watched me jerk off in the room with all the mirrors. Now, do you want to admit it, or do you want to lie about it and deny it?" There was a short pause before he spoke somewhat lightly. "No, you're right," he said. "It's starting to piss me off that you're always right, but . . . " "Listen," I said, "you wanted a man experienced in the ways of sex. Looks like you're getting exactly what you wanted." "Yeah," he said, "but I thought your expertise was a little more limited to technique than to psychology, Babe." "They both work together, Babe," I said. "Can't be a complete expert in one without being an expert in both." "I'm beginning to understand that," he admitted. "No, you're right. I have a terrible crush on you, Lance. I'm ashamed to admit it, really, but I do." "Don't be, Babe," I said. "You're not the first. "I can handle it. I think we can take care of it between ourselves. "Trust me. OK?" "Thanks, Lance," he said. "I appreciate it. I hate to be so weak, though." "You've got to be who you are, Jim," I said. "Denying who you are never works in the long run. It'll be fine." This was fucking great! The PIC was now totally dependent on me. He was whipped, totally whipped! And I wasn't even there yet!! I wasn't going to take advantage of it, not daily at least. But I could get what I wanted, whatever I wanted or needed it, if it was really important. "Great!" he said. "I'm glad you understand." "Now what else do you want? I just hope it's not anything any more costly. This is going to cause me all kinds of shit with the other partners." "HA HA!" I said. "You'll deal with it OK. "No, the rest should be a piece of cake compared to this. The next thing is this. Although I intend to be as open to various sexual activities as I can, there are certain things I just don't go for." "Listen, Babe," he said, "we know already all about what you're into and what you're not into. As I've told you so many times, we know just about everything about you." I thought to myself, "My God! They even know my bedroom habits." Then I remembered that they knew all about my days as an escort in college, and everything else for that matter. "Even so, Jim," I said, "I'd rather go on record with this." "OK, Babe," he said. "Shoot." "OK," I said. "Here goes. "First, and most important, I don't get fucked in the ass, unless I decide who it is, and that's almost always a person with whom I am having a lasting personal relationship. "It is an intensely intimate thing I've chosen to save for only those special persons in my life. I also don't allow anything to go up my ass." "We already know that, Lance," he said. "No problem." "Good," I said. "In addition, I'm not into pain, that is, intense pain, either giving or receiving. "Spanking for fun is OK--though I'm usually on the giving end, not the receiving end. But S&M type pain is out. "I'm also not into S&M or obedience, or humiliation, or water sports, or other nasty things that have nothing directly and immediately to do with sex. I'm into sex, Jim, that is, fucking, sucking, and jerking cock. I'm not there to satisfy other urges. "I do, however, enjoy engaging in certain harmless sexual fantasies like dressing up in uniforms. These include jocks, military, police, as well as in leather, and in various other types of macho clothes, even some others that I may consider if proposed to me. "In addition to all this, I reserve the right to deny participation in any other activity I haven't stated here, but I promise I'll be as open-minded as possible to participate in other activities I haven't stated I would be unwilling to participate in that may heighten the enjoyment of the sexual experiences of the members of the gym. "Also, Jim, I only do bareback. I haven't worn a condom ever in my life. I've never had to, and I don't intend to start. "I've only been fucked by two different men in my life, and on both occasions, the men who've fucked me had only been fucked by me, so there was never any risk of HIV. That OK with you and the others?" "All that will be fine, Lance," he said. "The main thing is that you get that 12½" monster here as soon as possible. "I'm sure the guys will adapt themselves to your requirements just to be able to have you service them. Trust me. Sexual hunger will force people to accept a lot of things. "As for bareback, we know all about that, as we do everything else, and that's one of the reasons we want you. The guys are enthusiastic to have someone safe to participate in bareback. "The only thing we ask is that you do what everyone else is required to do, which is get a blood test every 3 months for SSTs including HIV." "I don't have a problem with that, Jim," I said. "Sounds like a good idea, even if HIV won't be an issue with me." "Good," he said. "I appreciate your understanding about that. The guys will appreciate it as well." I couldn't help but feel incredibly egotistical for just a moment, even though conceit and egotism are not my traits. These people wanted my cock more than they wanted me. I had them all in the palm of my hand. As long as I could stay hard and perform sexually, I could get anything I wanted. "Great, Jim," I said. "That's what I wanted to hear!" "You'll be hearing a lot of what you want to hear, stud, I assure you," he said. "Another thing." I continued. "As much as I love the thought of having 80 or so men at my disposal for the next five to seven years, the fact is, they will be the SAME 80 or so men. "I won't be able to prowl at all. That takes away the element of the hunt in the hound in me. Therefore, I'll need a little something to spice things up to keep up my interest." "I can understand that, Lance," he said. "What did you have in mind?" "It's really nothing that burdensome, Jim--at least I don't think so," I said. "I suppose the guys might think it a little burdensome at first, but if they just look at it from my point of view and let themselves get into it, I think they can have fun with it." "OK, Babe," he said. "What is it?" "I'd like the guys to humor me by wearing different things from time to time at both the gym to, well, sort of tease me," I said. "For example, white gym socks are a big turn on for me." "We know that, Lance," he said. "I'm not surprised," I said. "I want all the guys who want to be fucked after I'm done with my scheduled fucks, i.e., at about 9 p.m. Monday through Friday and 4 p.m. Satruday, to be waiting for me in the gym's locker room wearing nothing but white socks. "I want the socks as dirty and smelly as they can get them by wearing them when they work out or play sports--but not wet. I don't like funky, moldy socks. "If they want to turn me on even more, the socks can be over the calf, and even more, they can wear cleats, too. The two scheduled fucks for the day will also always wear this so called `uniform of the day'." "Hmmmmm," he said. "Sounds sexy and horny as hell." "Thanks," I said. "I'll be changing the `uniform of the day' every so often. It'll be posted on the bulletin board in the locker room." "I like it," he said, "and I bet the other guys will also." "One thing," I said. "If someone doesn't want to be fucked, he doesn't wear the `uniform of the day'. However, anyone who doesn't wear the `uniform of the day' and is not ready to be fucked by me at 9 p.m. in the gym locker room often enough had better speak to me about it and have a good reason for it. "All 80 attorneys are the subjects of the King of the Gym and the King of the Firm and are his, i.e., my, sexual toys. If you're going to limit me to the same 80 men for the next seven years, the basic rule is that the subjects must be ready for me to `play with' at all times. "As for the firm, the strict dress code will be as follows: For the attorneys, all of them, including you: black or grey fine Italian suits, with no flap or vent, and not double-vested; crisp closely tailored cotton shirts--I won't be picky about colors provided they are not loud but are tasteful and flattering; silk ties--tasteful, no bow ties; black Italian leather shoes (low rise, slipper type); either over-the-calf sheer hose or socks with garters, colored black or blue but not nude; if undershirts, relatively tight but comfortable, cotton, and sleeveless--white or grey; if underwear, cotton boxers--white or grey; black leather belt, not suspenders; if cufflinks, gold; if tie pin or collar pin, gold. "For the secretaries: Chippendales-like outfits: sleeveless white dress cotton collared shirts with subdued cuffs; black Italian shoes (low rise slipper type); sheer black hose over the calf; no undergarments of any kind, period! (exception: secretaries may audition with me to wear such things as thongs, etc.); tight black satin pants; small black bow ties; etc. "If the secretaries don't have the bodies to carry it off by the time I arrive, within two months, they will be fired (at least arm and shoulder muscles must be developed by the time I arrive); white cuffs tight enough around wrist so do not slip, with black cufflinks. "Tight glutes, thigh, and calf muscles expected if not when I arrive then soon thereafter. Pants should be tailored tight around their packages so their cocks hang prominently down along one of their legs." "WOW! I like it!!" he said. "Some won't, I know. But I do, so fuck them." "You need to get in a tailor to take the guys' measurements ASAP and start making the suits," I said. "Order everyone two or three suits of different styles and colors as the guys want. "All clothes must be tailored to the guys to make them as attractive to me as possible, as well as everyone else on the street. Also, order all the other items immediately. I want everyone dressed accordingly the day I walk in the door." "OK," he said. "No problem." "As for me," I added, "I'll be wearing the same thing, more or less, except that everything I wear will be two to three times' the quality of everyone else, including you, Jim. No one is permitted to purchase their own clothes other than the ones the firm purchases because they all have to be the ones I decide on. "You have all my measurements, so order my suits and other items. I'll trust your taste but make mine as expensive-looking as possible. "Here are three differences between me and the guys: first, my suits will be double-breasted, suspenders--no belts for me, satin underwear, some days no underwear, nude hose, and satin dress shirts. All my items should cost two to three times what they cost the other guys. In effect, I need to look like a "King" compared to everyone else. "I also want you to order me workout clothes, the absolute best money can buy, two or three sets of subdued colors, including Speedos. You'll have to order a half dozen jocks. They need to be specially made: medium waste with an 4XL pouch. They should turn on the guys as much as possible." "OK," he said. "There are some other things I'll require as to personal appearance, etc.," I said. "Shoot," Jim replied. "Regarding personal hygiene: everyone will have to be clean at all times, everywhere. When ready for sex, this means they will have to be totally evacuated, of course. How the hell could I get my 12½" x 7 ½" cock up an unclean ass?" "Good point," he said, chuckling. "Also, everyone who wants to be picked up at the gym at 9 p.m. will have taken a shower just before putting on the uniform of the day after having worked out and be ready and waiting for the selection process. I want all my fucks pumped up just before I service them. "They will apply no scent. I like the natural smell of men and the socks or uniform of the day only. The scheduled fucks will have arrived early enough at to gym to have worked out, showered, and put on the uniform of the day just before their fucks start. "As far as being fit is concerned: the guys must work out a minimum of 3 times per week to keep in shape. I don't fuck guys who get out of shape. "It's well known that until one reaches 30, everything is regenerated, whereas starting at 30, everything starts to die. Therefore, I'll be slightly more understanding with guys over 30. "However, I expect to see increased effort out of them to remain in shape. There must be trainers and dieticians available to help guys who get out of shape, no matter how old they are. Guys who don't take constructive steps to get back into shape will be disciplined by me, and I know of ways to discipline guys that are both embarrassing and severe without being painful." "I can see you've thought this through quite well over the past 24 hours," he said. "I have," I said. "I know what I like. "When the subjects please the King, he will please his subjects. Therefore, the subjects should do everything they can to please the King. Simple." "Sounds good," he said. "I really like it. "I think all this will bring a certain amount of camaraderie to us, too. The thought of our dressing all alike as your subjects, both at the firm and at the gym in bed, and going home with you, really turns me on, Babe." "Good," I said. "I hoped it would. "To continue, regarding body hair: I don't like it and won't have it. Everyone must be shaved smooth at all times, including around their assholes. "No facial hair. Period. "I suggest that you prepare a facility at the gym so the guys can assist each other in shaving. It can be very erotic and can lead to sex among them during and after they shave." "Sounds like an excellent idea!" he said. "Everyone must have a healthy glow also," I continued. "You'll have to install a few tanning booths at the gym. "I'll have one installed for me either at my room or at my office. I haven't decided which yet. Perhaps I'll need one both places. "Everyone will tan for three to five minutes on a side, nude of course, after every work out before showering. I want everyone to acquire a slow tan, slow enough that the risk of skin damage is negligible. I will do the same. "I want no tan lines. I don't like to fuck anyone who is too pale or with tan lines. "This will benefit everyone else as well. All the fucking will be a lot more enjoyable, I guarantee." "I can see that your experience is already going to do us a lot of good, Babe," he said. "Just leave everything to me, Jim," I said. "You guys will all be having such fun in bed, not just with me but with everyone else, that the productivity of the firm will rise to a level that more than makes up what you're paying me. "Now as for hair cuts: I generally don't like bald heads, but I certainly won't forbid them. Some, of course, can't be avoided. "I had fun while I was an escort rubbing the smooth heads of some of my clients as I fucked the faces of those who had them. I suggest those who may be starting to go bald shave their heads. Partial baldness is a real turnoff, but I can deal with it if they don't want to shave their heads completely bald. "Crew cuts are OK, especially on former military men. I love fucking marines, especially, into complete submission. They can be so fucking cocky. "I used to do it when I was an escort. Within five minutes, the bitches were begging for it and had become so submissive you'd never know they had been in the military. It was so fucking hot!" "I'll know what you mean," Jim said. "We have a few guys in the firm who were in the military, including a couple of marines. "Their tattoos are hot as fuck! But they really are horny, hot, cocky sluts. "None of us can seem to tame them. I really hope you can." "Don't worry, Babe," I said. "I definitely can and will. No problem. "To continue, any other hair cut is fine, even long hair, except ponytails are not permitted. However, guys should know that if their hair is long enough that I can use it as reins as I fuck them on all fours, I will. "I love acting like I'm riding a horse pulling long hair as I fuck. If having their long hair pulled back till it hurts turns them on, they should keep their long hair. Otherwise, they shouldn't. "Tattoos and jewelry in some cases turn me on, and in others they don't. Therefore, from this moment on--and you must announce this as soon as we get off the phone if we reach an agreement and I accept the position today--any and all future tattoos and piercings must be cleared through me. I'm certainly not going to insist on anyone's removing any tattoo, but I thought I would tell you my taste in tattoos so you can pass it on to the guys." "Sure," he said. "Generally," I continued, "tattoos with letters turn me off. The one exception is those with initials of the services, e.g., USMC. "I also like most arm tattoos such as tribal arm bands. I also like tattoos that run the length of the arm from the shoulder down to the elbow or wrist. I also like tattoos that take up a large part of the calf, but not those that are small on the calf. "I generally don't like tattoos on the back, especially those near the top of the back, though I do like some tattoos which are centered in the very lower part of the back down to the top of the crack. I generally don't like tattoos on the chest, but there may be exceptions. "As for piercings, I have specific tastes as well, and these are even more critical than tattoos because these I can control by ordering them to be removed at the office and the gym. I love tongue rings because a person with a tongue ring who knows how to use it on my cock can drive me fucking crazy! If someone with a cock ring doesn't know how to use it, I'll train him. "Ear piercings are not my preference in general. They make a man look effeminate, no offense intended to anyone who has one. Not many men can pull off wearing them and look masculine and, frankly, I don't like fucking men who don't look like men. "I'm sure it's the athlete in me, but that's the way I am. I doubt that's a problem because everyone in the firm is a buff athletic type as well." "No, that's no problem," Jim replied. "There aren't too many guys with piercings here, and I don't think any of them are earrings." "Good," I said. "As for middle-aged men and older men, they can almost never pull off wearing earrings, so I don't want to see anyone over 35 try it. I suggest no one try to wear a ring in the ear. "A post is much better, and the smaller the better, and in only one ear, of course. Certainly, nowhere else on the face or head would a piercing be acceptable. "Nipple piercings are generally not desired. If worn, I warn the wearer that I will pull it/them till they hurt. I will assume they want me to pull them in order for them to get used to it, and I'll accommodate them. "I do get turned on by small rings in the perineum. Frankly, I don't know why, but I do. I'll give those who have them a long perineum tongue bath. "As far as PA's are concerned, I detest them. They constitute genital mutilation, just like circumcision. "Those who are circumcised, however, had no choice, the poor things. Any guy with a PA should be warned to remove it and NEVER let me see him with it. "If I do, I will make him very, very sorry he did. The humiliation he will experience in front of all the other guys will be severe. "Now about jewelry: first of all, it must all be gold. Silver makes the wearer look cheap, and I want all my men/subjects to look expensive, i.e., like they can afford me." I chuckled. "I wear a gold serpentine necklace," I continued. "This necklace turns me on when worn by others, but it is not obligatory. However, more than one necklace is totally unacceptable. "Rings and bracelets are OK, too, but not more than one on each person. It goes without saying that all these items must be tasteful according to my standards, and I reserve the right at all times to tell anyone that any jewelry that anyone is wearing is inappropriate, and that they may not wear it--at all--while at the firm or in the gym." "Sounds like you've thought of just about everything, Babe," he said. "I hope so," I said, "but if I haven't, and if I think of anything further, I reserve the right to implement it also at any time after I arrive. As your King, I have full authority to require my subjects to do anything I desire when it has anything to do with my functions as your King, no matter how loosely constructed. That is something you and everyone else must agree to completely and without reservation." "It's a little more than we expected, I must admit," Jim responded, "but I understand your reasons for making all of the demands, and I don't think they are burdensome or overreaching. Therefore, I'll agree to them on behalf of the partnership in my capacity as PIC." I suspected the bitch would say yes without any problem. Now that he'd admitted his crush on me, and I'd told him I'd accommodate him without disclosing it to anyone, though I highly suspected everyone already knew, he'd do anything I wanted him to do and accept all the shit the partnership gave him for it. "That's good, Jim," I said. "I'm glad to hear that. Very glad. "I honestly believe going this way and this far is in all of our best interests," I said. "I'm sure that many if not most of all the other partners will find it difficult at first to accept that all these items are necessary and the proper way to proceed. I also admit that they are much more than what they expected your firm's relationship with me would be. "I want you to assure them, however, that I honestly believe I am not trying to take advantage of them. I am merely trying to ensure that the arrangement is one that I can live with for as long as you are requesting and will also serve the partnership the best way possible. Five to seven years is a very long time, Jim, and I take discharging my duties seriously. "I want more than anything to give all 80 of the guys as much pleasure as possible. If your research on me is anywhere near complete, you know that the most important thing to me has always been to make sure the men I've been with have received the maximum pleasure and satisfaction I can provide them when we have been together, whether or not I have any pleasure. "I also believe that to maximize the pleasure and satisfaction I will provide to the guys, I need to exercise more control over them. They, of course, do not understand or believe that yet, but I have a lot more experience and expertise in these things. "They'll just have to trust me at this point. I promise and commit to them that after a few months, they'll love the arrangements, and it'll be more fun and will satisfy them much more than they ever expected." "I'll tell them just that, Lance," Jim said. "I believe it'll help them accept everything. I guess those that have a major problem with it can just leave the partnership after trying it for a while if they want to." The bitch was actually going to fire anyone that didn't go along with it rather than lose me. He had it BAD for me. I was sooooo in control of him. "I would hate to see that happen, Jim," I said, "and I doubt very much that it will. As you well know, I've had many years of experience on how to please men, and as a result, I know how to service each man specifically according to what he wants and needs." "What's next?" he asked. "Anything?" "Yeah. I do want to discuss something specific about the gym," I said. "OK," he said. "Shoot." 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