Reader's Note: This story is part of the ongoing Rex series and takes place after What's Bugging Uncle Rex?)
Marlene smiled attractively at the webcam atop her screen. She waited while the early- fifties brass rimmed spectacle wearing bald headed president of Grey Fox Menswear looked at the attachments she'd sent in the earlier email. Rex Davenport's reputation as an ad man with clear vision and spunky innovation had reached Fletcher Cashman's eyes and ears over the last few years. So now Marlene waited to see if the ideas Rex had created for their new print ad campaign did make the rich company president smile.
Fletcher had taken over from his daddy about seven years ago and he was carrying on the tradition of making lines of men's underclothes that were retro in style and yet sexy. They were bought by executives and suave men of all sexual tastes and usually the men were over thirty and...financially secure!
The prices of the many sexy underwear styles and socks were not for the faint of heart or light in the money belt. And all the lines were sold by internet online sites approved by Grey Fox or by very high-end men's stores that were owned by the company. Grey Fox preferred men to come into their over 50 worldwide men's under-gear boutiques and actually be fitted personally by the all-male staff.
Fletcher, looking sexy, trim and pure business-like at fifty-one, looked up and saw Marlene's anxious expression in the webcam.
"Marlene, we picked your firm because you get results...you cost lots of money but you are worth it. I have heard of this Rex Davenport! His work on Utterly Umbrellas was nothing short of amazing! That ad campaign was so creative and sexy...Rex knew how to make an umbrella seem sexy! I like these ideas. They are worth the cool million they will cost to create and finance your efforts. But...I have one proviso! I want to meet with Rex and actually show him some of the new lines he will be using to create these ads. They will be photograph based and we will need to find the most perfect model to show off these fabulous new undies and socks!" Fletcher stopped talking...waiting for Marlene to process it all.
"Perfect, Rex will meet with you and I am sure you two can find some man suitable to be the model for the ads...as a matter of fact, have you ever seen Mr. Davenport?" she asked smiling and stroking her clit under the desk so it would not show on screen.
Fletcher had not actually seen Rex...ever.
"Oh, you are in for a treat...he is not only one of our best ad men here...he is mature and stunning! I bet he'd look great wearing your new line of under-gear!" Marlene said almost cumming from her finger stimulations.
Sexy visions of Rex prancing around in just bespoke crafted long socks and tight bikini undies for a photographer filled her head...MMMMMMM damn good!
Fletcher agreed that he would meet Rex and personally see if he was the "face and body" of Grey Fox Menswear or not.
Marlene was sure Rex would be perfect and said so...and with no hesitation at all. She set a date for the next Monday for Rex to be interviewed about the ad ideas as well as his potentially being the model needed for the photo shoots.
When the webcam meeting ended...she phoned down to Rex's office.
Rex, busy now finishing up another project, nearly fell off his chair.
"Me? Modelling for photos for that big ad campaign? I think...it's HOT!" he gasped.
Marlene assured him that on Monday his only job was to impress Fletcher in all ways...a no fail policy was in her mind. Rex was the key to this million pound deal!
"If you come thru for me...we'll play soon...I promise! Don't let us down, Rex!" she said with a sexy tone and put down the phone.
Rex smoothed his hand thru his golden ginger short waves of hair...and laughed. This was amazing for his career and his sex life! Getting Marlene in bed...being a poster guy for a sexy menswear company and being the guy who pulled in this huge account! Rex felt very cocky and horny! Life was GREAT!
The six-foot ginger Adonis at 40 was making a huge splash in the bedrooms and boardrooms of London. All this for a sexual late bloomer who only just had begun a sexual journey!
His moist black socked size 11 feet wiggled on the carpet and he admired the thin fabric and expensive look. They felt so sexy on his feet! He wondered if these had been made by Grey Fox Menswear a few years back...he had a feeling they were!
The black OTC thin formal socks were like a good luck charm...he must make sure to thank Rona for lending them to him! His wet mouth on her hot clitty for hours this weekend was the chosen method...what way to say THANKS!
His body swivelled on the chair and his socked feet located his slip-on shoes. They slid in perfectly...and he sighed. Now he had to make the trip over to Doctor Sinclair's office for his male sexual health exam. A pleasurable task that Rex was so excited about...his uncut cock throbbed in his borrowed undies and juiced pre-cum profusely!
He stood, adjusted his tie and grabbed his coat.
Claude had left an hour earlier for a dentist appointment and so Rex switched off his office light and strode off towards the elevators!
Back at Fletcher Cashman's office on the other side of the city, a very pleased man sat behind an antique mahogany desk.
His brass rimmed spectacles looked up at the portrait of his dad...in his prime. The man was about 40 when the painting was done...Fletcher was a mere boy at the time. Dad was sexy...and his toned figure and lusty need for outstanding men's underwear and socks drove the company into the high-end of menswear...a four million pounds a year profit maker now.
Now Fletcher gazed at the two portfolios of the male models the agency had sent over.
Both were late thirties, sexy and fit...each could be the face and body of Grey Fox. They would join him at Rex's office on Monday...Fletcher had to see all three together to make his final choice. They'd have to show off...work for the role of modelling for his huge ad campaign. This was crucial. And any model who...provided private " modelling sessions would be top of the list in Fletcher's book.
Conway House, a country estate of a dear friend, would be used to shoot the material for the print ads. A whole weekend was booked in two weeks time...a top male photographer and various set decorators that Fletcher trusted deeply. All this would create the sexually provocative ads needed for this new campaign.
If Rex were right for both the ad ideas and the modelling...he would be whisked away for a luxurious weekend of provocative modelling at Conway House. Fletcher himself would supervise every moment of this photo shoot...nothing would be slapdash!
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"Does that make me a lesbian?" Rona blurted out in Rolf's gay male shop while standing at the counter in the rear.
Rolf had listened to Rona describe a very gentle fingering by her gyno nurse that allowed Rona one...delicate orgasm.
"Rona, did you enjoy being stimulated?" Rolf asked in near exasperation.
"I never felt a woman's finger do that before...it wasn't blatant or forced...it just happened. Gail did not really say anything other than my muscles were good and tight," Rona sighed.
"I bet Rex would find your sudden interest in lesbian sex very exciting...he loves ALL sex and all sexualities. A pansexual lover is amazing!" Rolf confessed.
Rona bit her lip and nodded.
"Yeah, I just might have to have a male-female-female party night...Rex might love it!" she confided with thoughtful looks around the shop.
Her eyes spied a book.
"The Pansexual Guide to Sex"
Rona insisted on buying a copy as well as the toys Rolf had selected for her sleepover with Rex.
