“Ah, welcome Mr. Travis, please have a seat.” I said and gestured towards the chair in front of my desk and then extended my hand for a brief handshake.
The older man smiled and took a seat after the handshake, “Thank you Mr. Jones.”
“Please, call me Gary.” I replied and the man made a quick nod.
“Don.” he reciprocated.
“So Don, what can I do for you today?”
“Well Gary, I’m looking for a new face for my sports wear company. Some one young and attractive that can bring in a new generation of consumers to us.”
I nodded and turned to my computer and typed at it for a moment before turning my monitor towards him, “We can certainly help with that. We have several athletes under our management that should fit your needs. This is Talia for example…”
Don smiled and nodded for a moment as he looked at the image on the screen, then he frowned a little.
“She’s a little old for what I was thinking…” he said.
I nodded, “Yes, but not that far out, only 26. That does come with some advantages though. For example she is an established player already with several majors to her name. As well as 15 million social media followers.”
Don’s eyebrows shot up a little and his smile returned.
“Also, with her retirement from the pro circuit in a year or two, she would be able to focus more on your media campaigns than someone just starting to climb the professional rungs. But of course we have other options, let’s but Talia to the side for a moment.” I said and then clicked to the next profile.
“This is Stacey, she just got her pro card last month and will be appearing competing in her first professional tournament in two weeks. She’s really starting to make a name for herself and at 21 she’s right in the sweet spot for demographics.” I said.
Don smiled, “I’ve heard of her, there’s a lot of talk that she could win a major in her first year isn’t there?”
“Absolutely, we pride ourselves in taking on only the best talent. She’s going to be a star in no time.”
Don shook his head slightly from side to side, “Though we don’t have a golf line at the moment.”
I chuckled, “I don’t see how that is a problem… just an opportunity to expand your business. After all, that’s what you’re looking for right?”
Don gave a concerned nod and I could tell the wheels were turning, if slowly.
“Honestly though, I think I have the perfect girl for you…” I said and then clicked to the next profile.
“This is Tera…” I said and Don’s eyes went wide.
“She’s still in the program, so she’s not quite ready yet, but she’s going to be huge in the pro women’s soccer… excuse me, football league. We picked her up a couple of months ago and her talent is off the charts.” I said.
Don swallowed deeply and nodded his head, “And she’s been fully vetted?”
“Of course, no entanglements, limited friends and family, and she’s taking to the program quite well. No aberrations, full retention of the original personality, and complete compliance. You can take your campaign in any direction you want. Though I’d suggest a nice girl next door to start with, but as the years go on you can make her the heel or the villain if you like.”
“And her social media?”
“Well, none to speak of a the moment. One old account that we’ve taken over and purged most of her old posts from. You can tailor it to whatever suits you once she’s graduated from the program.”
“And how long before I could sign her?” Don asked.
“Six months. She has another month in the program to complete her conditioning and then a three month cool off period before we get her signed to a farm team. Once she’s played a couple of games we can get the paperwork done to get her on board for you.” I replied.
“And what kind of guarantee can you make that she’ll actually be a star? That I won’t be wasting my money on her?”
“As I said, we pride ourselves in only taking on the most talented athletes, but you are correct, that doesn’t guarantee success. So we don’t take any chances, yes the program makes them the perfect, obedient, spokespeople for our clients, but it also instill a deep seeded need to win.
Athletics, at the professional level, comes down to desire. Desire to win, desire to succeed, desire to beat the other team. The program gives our athletes that in spades, far more than a normal athlete would have without it.
This ensure that they rise to the top of their sports in a way that few others can ever achieve. Tera’s sole purpose in life will to become the best football players she can be, at the expense of everything else.
Or at least everything other than the loyalty she’ll have to your company of course.”
Don smiled and nodded, “I take it both Talia and Stacey were graduates of your program?”
“Of course. Talia was languishing near the bottom of the pro rankings after a promising start when we took her on, no focus or desire. Stacey was just about to quit when her manager brought her to us, she was enamoured with her boyfriend and the idea of starting a family early. Both benefited from the program immensely.”
“Alight, you’re convinced me… though perhaps I could have a meeting with Tera before we sign the paperwork?” Don said with a smirk and I knew exactly what he was suggesting.
“Well, as I said, Tera still has a few weeks in the program, but once that is done, I’m sure we can arrange a meeting that will… satisfy, any concerns you might have.”
Don stood up and extended his hand and I did the same, a firm handshake sealing the agreement.
“Send the paperwork over to lawyer and we can get things rolling.” Don said.
“Sounds good, I’ll have the client engagement contract drafted up this afternoon. A pleasure doing business with you Don.”
Don chuckled and nodded, “It certainly seems like it will be.” he said and the turned and left.
I sat back down at my desk and turned my screen towards me once more. I sighed and slumped back into my chair, this was the worst part of my job.
Don was a creep, plain and simple, but all of my clients were.
He wanted some plastic doll to smile and sell his products in public, while performing like a porn star in private, just so he didn’t have to deal with a talented athlete like a real human being.
I couldn’t complain too much though, I’d developed the program while I was a teaching assistant at university, trying to increase the focus and performance of the athletes in the varsity program. I hadn’t expected it to work so well, or have such impactful side effects.
And I’m as human as the next guy, once I found out that I could rewrite the minds of the hottest cheerleaders and female athletes on campus, well, I did.
It was pure dumb luck that I’d stumbled across Vicky.
She was on the golf team and already was being scouted by the big sports management groups, when I found that out, well, everything just kind of fell in to place after that.
I smiled as I looked at the framed photo of Vicky on my desk and then I picked up my phone and buzzed her, “Vicky, can you come in here please?”
“Yes Sir.” she replied in a chipper voice and a moment alter wiggled her way into my office and closed the door behind her.
She was in a tight blue skirt that hugged her ass, a stretched white top that barely contained her masstive tits, and a pair of black high heels that clicked with every step she took. She arrived beside me and gave her tits a little jiggle.
“What can I do for you Sir?” she asked.
“I need a blowjob.” I replied and her face lit up.
“Right away Sir!” she replied and quickly dropped to her knees, working my zipper and then fishing my dick from my pants.
As she sucked I looked back at the photo, I kept it there as a reminder. A reminder of the mistakes I’d made in the past.
Vicky had been a talented golfer, but I’d been young and dumb, focusing only on her skills in the bedroom and I’d left a lot of money on the table with her.
Yes Don would have his time with Tera, but not at the expense of her talents on the field.
