Davis read the email one more time. "We inform personnel that starting
today the new Project Division CEO is Leon Sterling. Tomorrow he will
conduct one to one interviews with every division member, so we
strongly recommend being available all day." As usual in official
jargon, direct orders were preferred over other more formal perhaps,
but certainly less crude formats. Or maybe it was Sean who abhorred it,
this impersonal business way of handling people and information alike,
something he could never quite get used to despite his five years at
Strategic Development Market. Then again, he did not agree with most of
their bureaucracy, which to be fair was partly his fault since he did
not quite fit into SDM’s standards.
"My, my, a new CEO. What will they think of next?" Heavily spiced in
irony, the familiar voice across from his desk brought Sean back to the
immediate present. "Can’t wait to see what this one’s like."
"What are you expecting, Keith?" Stretching luxuri Sean glanced up at his colleague.
"Nothing actually, knowing SDM’s management, but at least I hope he
isn’t an ugly old bastard like the last one." He winked at Sean. "It
would be nice if he looked more like you for a change, wouldn’t you
"Hum…yeah…" Sean shook his head embarrassed. No, he definitely did not
belong in their rigidly classified world, his looks simply too striking
for SDM, if not the male category in general. To his advantage, though,
a sunny disposition assuaged much of his appearance’s initial impact
and guaranteed an easy time with everyone. Men liked him, however
little he talked about sports or beers. Women poured their hearts in
his ears, trusting on his sympathetic receptiveness toward their com
love affairs when not relying on his taste and sophisticated sense of
style to compare notes, on fashion or on art’s prevailing trends. "You
never know, but seems hard he could be worse than the last one."
"In this company?" The other man shrugged indiffer "I know he can be a
hell of a lot worse." Then he fixed his gaze on Sean. "And give you
just as hard a time as ever."
So he was no model employee and his bosses seldom liked him…big deal! If they seemed to have trouble adapting to his alternative style—not
just a question of looks, rather his way of working—Sean could care
less. Never a priority, work was simply necessary to survive, one thing
he managed quite well in SDM after top execs began exploiting him to
attract potential clients. And since Sean Davis was more effective than
any well-formulated marketing plan, he be invaluable to the point CEOs
often brought him along to business lunches or dinners, as if hoping
his good looks conveyed the message of a successful and trendy company
on the go. In return, Sean was sure they shielded him from his direct
superior’s harassment and closed an eye on his incompliance with
trivial details, like being on time every day and playing the part of
the efficient team player devoted to company goals alone—an unfeasible
possibility due to his busy side-life, which on a few occasions even
interfered with his job. On top of it all, Sean was also short trained
in Marketing, having only minored in it after majoring in Art, an
additional feature that set him further apart from col and management
"You’re being pessimistic as usual." Sean rubbed his tired eyes before
looking out the giant window at his left side. The day was ending, and
people were getting ready to bottle up in Atlanta’s hectic evening
traffic. "He could be great, instead—"
"His name reeks of Harvard…"
"And of old money." He was quick to grasp Keith’s conclusions, which
come to think of it, could not be so far-fetched. "Yeah, you’re right,
just another rich bored guy who isn’t going to give a damn about us or
our problems." Yawning loudly, he deleted the email.
"Now who’s being pessimist?" Mouth open, Keith was unable to resist the
contagious yawn. "But whatever he is, I guess we’ll find out soon
"He can’t be any worse than the last one." From around the door,
another colleague popped in Sean and Keith’s office obviously in search
of a bit of gossip before his long ride home.
"I wouldn’t be too sure, Tom." Keith scoffed. "I mean we’ve changed
four in the last year or so, and most of them left without even saying
"It’s your fault, blondie!" Despite the seriousness of his tone, Tom’s
eyes flashed at Sean in amusement. "They can’t manage you, so they’d
all rather leave."
Sean grinned. "And get back to their boring family life and their routines—"
"Of which you’d know nothing about," Keith ob suppressing a smile.
"Envious, Keith?" It was a game, to pick on Sean, which he never
minded, enjoyed actually because it gave the measure of how close the
men felt to him. In short it was their way of showing it without
"Damn right I am! If I went back, I’d think twice before I got married and started a family."
"I guess it’s just a matter of choices." Sean’s tone softened. "And I never made that one."
"I think blondie’s right." Tom and Keith exchanged a glance. "You
probably live better without a family that’ll bitch at you if you’re
five minutes late in getting home." Looking at his watch, Tom smirked.
"Plus they tell me life’s pretty hot for single men these days." He
moved closer to Sean.
"You can’t imagine how!" Sean leaned back on his chair. "You might try it, too, if—"
"Hey, guys!" A pretty petite blonde entered. "Aren’t you excited about the big boss?"
"Hey, Suzy, does he really want to see us one by one?" And Keith’s eyes
grew wide as if calculating how long it would take to accomplish it.
"That’s what Karen told me, and she ought to know since she’s the
number one secretary." She moved next to Sean. "He’ll be conducting
interviews all morning."
"Yeah…and all night, too." Tom sneered. "There are a lot of us in this division."
"He must know that, too." Then Suzy turned to Sean. "They also tell me he’s a very attractive man."
"You mean to tell us we’re going to have two of them in our division alone?" Tom snickered.
"As if it ruined our image!" Passing a hand through Sean’s hair, she
smiled sweetly. "And there are plenty of your unattractive species
anyway to even out the score."
"Is he also single?" Looking at his computer screen rather than at any one in particular, Sean began closing his files.
"I’m afraid not." Taking a step back, Suzy shook her head disappointed. "And the bad news is his wife works here, too."
"As if that would stop you, Suzy," Tom quipped.
"Hey, pal, believe it or not, I’m not in the habit of sleeping with
just anyone." She threw back her shoulders defiantly. "I happen to choose my men."
"Yeah, and nothing’s better than banging the boss," Tom added.
"If he’s cute, why not? A little fun on the side is never bad for business, right, Sean?"
"I guess not, but I’d be careful if I were you." Taking his eyes off
the screen, Sean fixed them on Suzy. "An in-house wife may mean
trouble." Or a lot of fun if he likes playing the field. But it did not
seem appropriate to share his thought, not with Suzy, not after what
she had been through.
"Have you heard about Leon Sterling?" Another woman stepped inside the
already crowded room. "I wonder how his wife took the news."
"Hi, Mara." Suzy smiled at her. "You actually know Mrs. Sterling?"
"Paige? Sure, I do. She works in Accounting, and she’s a real nice lady, always goes out of her way to help people."
No one commented, probably reluctant to spoil Suzy’s fling, however imaginary.
"Well, guys, I’ll see you tomorrow, and I bet everyone’s going to be extremely efficient and productive." Chuckling, Tom left.
The others followed his example by returning to whatever off-time life
they nursed on the outside, which for Sean was full of friends, but no
steady mate to his mother’s dismay. He knew she wanted him to settle
down with a special someone, not necessarily in the married sense. What
could he say? She had figured him out by now—no, even before he
realized it himself. So where’s my dream man?
Oh, he looked for him, had since his school days with the unfortunate
result that what he sought still eluded him and not for lack of
eligible suitors. Sean attracted men and women of all ages, looks or
inclinations, including those who adamantly refused men as suitable
sexual partners. Actually, they made for irresistible targets to the
point of getting involved with men at their first gay experience just
for the fun of it. But even if many liked it, or maybe they simply
surrendered to his allure, the relationship seldom lasted. Tired and
bored of people who only two days before were excitingly alive, Sean
would revert to his favorite dump line to get out of sticky situations.
"You’re wonderful, really, but I’m looking for something more…like…"
A bigger cock for sure! It was probably the dumped guy’s guess, and he
could not be farther from the truth. True, dimensions were important—of
course they were, yet it was often a matter of knowing how to wield
whatever size equipment Mother Nature bestowed. Still they were not
every Something beyond mere sex tormented him, his body craving more
passion, more game, more blood.
Shaking his head, he tried to get the obsession out of it while driving
home the night before Leon Sterling’s arriv Not a very successful
technique, then again nothing worked to stop his need for someone
stripping him naked and draining his very life source while having
hard, rough sex with the aid of a sharp blade. And the first time he
realized how dramatically different he was from everyone else, he had
been just a teenager watching splatter movies of late night trash TV.
The discovery had shocked him, even worried him at first. Something was
not quite right with him if he had an erection from watching people
dismembered or cut to pieces, unable to tear his eyes off the
horrifying sequences or his hands from the hard-on. Whether melting in
the darkness of a cinema or after creeping downstairs while his mom was
fast asleep, he pretended to be the one brutalized, wondering how it
might feel to have someone actually carving his flesh. Pain
or…pleasure? He could not determine, but his cock demanding immediate
attention seemed to have already made up its mind. At that point, there
was no alternative besides jerk off on a fantasy lover capable of
inflicting both at the same time. Aroused by imagining the stingy sensa
of the warm tongue tracing the wounds’ uneven edges, Sean pictured him
sucking the tiny droplets before starting a fresh wave of incisions,
until he flooded his hand with the semen bursting in rapid jets from
his twitching dick.
And to think his nature was anything except cruel, despising violence
and suffering along with anyone causing it, particularly if on purpose.
Still his yearning spiraled to the point it took complete hold of him,
inevitably spilling into his otherwise great sex with lean bodied
studs, not to men spoiling whatever chance he had of a normal relation.
So there was no cute but quite ordinary fellow waiting for him at home,
and no one who might cuddle him when he woke up in the dead of
night—sweaty and out of breath—grabbing the air to clutch his dreams or
wipe out the disturbing image with a healthy, non-bloody fuck.