Blowin' for a promotion Part 2
The steam bath.
Tuesday morning arrived and I was very nervous, yet very excited to finally be going with the upper echelon at work for their afternoon ritual. I had put the events of last week behind me and just chalked it up as "big business." Right or wrong, it led me to a new office, a new promotion in the wings and now I was rubbing elbows with the big bosses, as a big boss.
Just after lunch, the old man, McCallister, myself and the 4 other department heads met in the lobby of our building. We stepped outside and entered into a few Limos which awaited us. McCallister and the old man hopped into the first one, as I and the other senior partners got in the second. It was just a few minutes' drive to the Gentlemen's Club. As we entered into the building, it reminded me of an old-fashioned gym, but with no weights or machines. There was marble on the wall with tall column pillars. A full bar with a seating area, an open social style meeting room with full furniture and desk, while the whole place smelled of cigar smoke. The locker rooms were big and luxurious, almost like a high-end golf course. Each man has his own big locker, there are showers and stalls. The floor was carpeted and every little convenience you'd want from cologne, to mints, to shaving items are all spread on the long bathroom counter.
McCallister used the locker next to me and said, "Just follow my lead Ryan and I'll show you where to go and what to do."
I saw that everyone was stripping down to bare naked and just wrapping a towel around their waist. So, I did the same. There were a lot of men walking around in here. Some seem to be very rich and eccentric; probably kings of their industry, everything from business through the stock market. I started to feel out of place. As I finished wrapping the towel around me, McCallister leaned over and said, "Common kid, it's time for your massage."
We all walked down this long-marbled hallway to a different section of the club. Each of the department heads entered into individual rooms. McCallister stopped at the entrance for his room and nodded at the door ahead of me -- as if to say, that's your room -- and walked into his room. I stopped at the next doorway and entered into the room. I was greeted by a young Filipino lady who said, "Welcome Mr. Reynolds, please lay down."
There was a long leather covered massage table in the middle of the floor. There's was a light scent of aero mist flowing in the room with soft relaxing mood music playing on the speaker. I laid down on the table as the lady began massaging my body. The soft mood music and aromatic smell in the room, placed me at peace. I felt the warm oils exciting my skin as the girl's hands worked every muscle for top to bottom. I thought to myself, "Ahh, the pleasures of being the boss."
After the massages were done, we all exited the rooms at about the same time. I followed along as we made our way to the steam rooms. I sat in the room with McCallister and two other department heads, while the rest of my co-workers enter another. The room was hot and smelled of vapor rub, but it was a welcomed heated addition to the long full body massage I just had. There are seating blocks in the room, two high and it's just the four of us in the room. McCallister sat to the left of me on the bottom row, as the other partners sit atop on the upper row. I sat back and just enjoy breathing in the warm steam, sweating a bit and relaxing my cares away.
After about 10 minutes the other two partners got up to go have a drink and a cigar leaving me and McAlister alone. We sat idly chatting when I saw him unwrap his towel, opening it up completely exposing himself to me. To be quite honest, I was rather appalled by this behavior, almost offend. But, since I have been here, I have seen a host of men wandering around in towels or just bare ass naked, so I guess it's not an issue for him to be sitting here in the buff. His dick is average size with a bit more hair than I remembered. Although, when I sucked him off the first time, just his shaft was protruding from his boxers, so I never got to see the whole package. I tried to avoid looking at it, while nonchalantly keeping conversation with McCallister. And I thought to myself, if this was any other guy, or a guy I was interested in, I'd be horny as hell and wanting to suck his cock. But the man repulses me and I don't like being in here alone with him, but until I am made partner, I have to play the game.
"Ryan, I am glad you kept our little secret from last week and I am proud of you for taking one for the team." He belted out. "But I still can't decide on you and Brewer, so maybe you could convince me today that you're the best choice."
I knew what he meant and I knew what he wanted, but I just had no desire to suck his cock again. This wasn't a "who you know, who you blow bullshit", this was extortion. Sexual Harassment, heck, more like sexual assault. An overreach of power, an abuse of his authority, concocted and committed by a shell of a man, who has no other way to get a blow job, but by abusing that underneath him. I was so angry and so frustrated I wanted to just punch him in the face. But then the thoughts ran through my mind of Lynn and my kids and the money I'll be making.... So, what choice did I have?
