Perfume Roger and Sarah sat on the Acela to New York, studying images on her lap top computer. Roger said, "These look more like an S & M magazine than a high fashion sheet like Harper's Bazaar or Vanity Fair." "Then you haven't seen what passes as fashion photography, lately," she replied. "These must appeal to a woman's obscure S & M fantasy." "These fantasies are less obscure than you might think. These dominate the women's erotica section at mainstream bookstores like Border's or Barnes and Nobel. I think the appeal is genuine. Their preferred brand name is Rape, because it is out on the edge. The other brand names, like Violation or Submission are available if Rape is too much." "Do you think women want to get raped?" "In real life, of course not. But as fantasy, they like feeling dominated by a strong handsome male, who takes responsibility for her pleasure." "So women who have those fantasies will buy the perfume?" "That's our job to find out. Perfume is all about fantasy. People buy it for their image, not their aroma. That is why you have brands called Opium or Obsession. No one thinks that if you buy Opium you are going to get hooked on heroin. It's just an allure." "Do you wear a lot of perfume?" "No." They were looking at advertising illustrations for a new perfume they were supposed to study. The photos featured a semi-undressed woman laying on the ground, her face distorted in sexual ecstasy, while a leering man leaned over her. The photos differed by the race of the woman, whether her breasts were partially or completely exposed, and whether she appeared to be bound. Half included the tag line, `Just Lay Back and Enjoy It'. They were on their way to New York to deliver a formal proposal to copy test the ads. When they arrived at Penn Station, they took a cab to Federated Fragrances, on Madison Avenue. They were met by Lisa, the Senior Brand Manager, and Patrick, the Creative Director for the ad agency. It was Patrick who developed the copy, the illustrations, and the tag lines. "Welcome to New York. Do you have a pleasant flight?" asked Lisa. Roger replied, "We took the train. We just live in Philadelphia. Is everything all set for the presentation?" "Yes. If you have a computer slide show, you can load your disks," Patrick said. As they walked to the conference room, Roger said," I have a few questions before we get started. First what is the copyright status of these brand names?" "Our lawyers are looking into it," Lisa replied. "Second, what kind of demographic are you looking for? Certainly you don't want hookers. We want to know how to target in our research." "The modern urban sophisticate, age 18 to 35. We want to appeal to their sense of adventure and risk." She was describing herself ten or fifteen years earlier. "Do you think you are going to get protests from feminists or Woman Against Rape?" "We hope we do. It would be wonderful free publicity. But seriously, we feel that people buy and wear these perfumes of their own free will and are not asking to be raped." Roger had a chance to look Lisa over. She was about five and a half feet tall, with short brown hair. She appeared to be younger than her actual 41 years, because she dieted and worked out rigorously. Her breasts sagged slightly but still fit her a tight figure. She wore too much makeup, and her dress displayed too much of her chest, for a professional business woman. She was actually a year older than Roger, although neither of them knew that. Sarah also appraised Patrick. He was extremely handsome, almost pretty, with a fine, chiseled face. He was dressed in a tight European double breasted suit, with a blue shirt and bold tie. He looked so good, Sarah wondered if he might prefer men to women. He had the kind of charismatic intensity that could make a vulnerable woman do anything he asked. Sarah wondered if she would be vulnerable to him. They entered the conference room, and Sarah loaded her presentation to the computer. The presentation was attended by about a dozen people, most of whom Roger and Sarah knew by phone, but had never met in person. Lisa introduced Roger and Sarah as one of two finalists to make a presentation for research into their innovative perfume line. Roger then stood and said, "I want to thank Lisa and Federated Fragrances for allowing us to present to you our final proposal. We are one of America's leading firms in copy and brand research, with over seventeen years experience working for America's top consumer companies. I want to present Sarah Levy, the senior project director who will have overall responsibility for successful completion of this project." Sarah keyed up the computer and began the presentation. Although she was an experienced researcher, she was slightly nervous talking to the brand and advertising managers. She wore a conservative pants suit, with beige button down blouse, and a narrow gold necklace. She spent forty minutes on the details of her proposal, taking questions along the way. She summarized, "As you can see, we are proposing a three phase project. Phase one will be eight focus groups, two in each of four cities, to probe how women feel about perfume and how it relates to their sexual fantasies. These will be conducted by experienced local moderators in upscale urban malls or department stores, such as Westgate in San Francisco. Phase two will include exposure to the advertising and copy in one-on-one interviews in the same malls. Potential customers will be exposed to variations of the ads, varying the models, copy and tag lines. We will use eye tracking technology to determine which parts of the ads attract attention, and how the eye moves over the copy. There are too many examples to investigate all combinations, but every treatment will be exposed to every customer. We will rate which copy treatments lead to the greatest interest in buying the perfume. Finally, we will place examples of the product with potential consumers. We will rate how it performed, how they expected it to perform, and any problems or experiences they had with the product. Our experience has been that this is vital for discovering new consumer benefits for the product, which can be incorporated in subsequent advertising." Roger then concluded with a discussion of timing and fees. Lisa asked, "We want to hit the market around Halloween, to take advantage of the costume party market. Is there any chance we could complete all three phases by then?" Lisa replied, "If we do them in sequence, it would take about five months. That would be tight. I don't want to promise a complete job by the end of September, in time for you to do your ad campaigns." "Could we do phases one and two simultaneously? some one asked. "Yes we could , but then we would not be able to incorporated the learning from phase one into the copy." When it was over, every body congratulated Roger and Sarah for an excellent presentation. Lisa invited Patrick, Roger and Sarah back to her office. "You did an excellent job, Sarah. Of course, we have to consider our other proposals, along with company needs, and get back to you." "Thank you, Lisa," Sarah replied. This was the best she could hope for at this point. "Sarah, would you consider trying Rape?" Lisa asked. Sarah was taken aback until she realized Lisa was talking about the perfume. "Maybe. I usually don't wear perfume." "It has a potent, sexy aroma. We use musk and other sexual pheromes to make you very attractive. Men will be climbing all over each other to jump your bones." "I'm not sure I want men climbing over each other." Lisa reached into her desk and removed a small vial. She dabbed some perfume on her neck and chest, right above her cleavage. "Try it," she said. Sarah held out her wrist. Lisa sprinkled some perfume on it. "Put some on your chest." "Maybe later." Lisa offered the vial to Sarah, who put it in her purse. Patrick watched the entire process intently. Finally, Lisa said, "We have some things to wrap up at the office. Why don't we get together for dinner tonight? I could have my assistant make reservations for you at a hotel if you want." Roger replied, "Thank you, Lisa. We have already reserved two rooms ourselves. We would be glad to join you." "Meet us at ........ at seven, in that case." Both Lisa and Patrick noted that Roger said two rooms. Actually Roger and Sarah had had a brief affair when she first joined the firm. They ended it when they realized it interfered with their professional relationship, and it felt unfair to Roger's wife, who was also Sarah's roommate from college. Roger's wife generally did not voice objection to his many affairs, provided her social position was not threatened. Sarah had had a several long term relationships, of varying levels of intimacy and involvement, but she did not have the time or energy to commit to any one of them. Most of her social life was a result of a profile on the Internet and occasional one night stands with acquaintances. Roger and Sarah went to their hotel. They had each brought the minimum in change of clothes, because they were not sure they were staying. Sarah put on a sexier blouse, but she kept the same suit. On a whim, she dabbed some of Lisa's perfume on her neck and chest, also. They took a cab to the restaurant Lisa had suggested. They joined Lisa and Patrick there. The marketer and the advertiser had spent numerous nights together, but they looked on Roger and Sarah as fresh meat. At first the talk on the table was about the project. Lisa asked, "How do you expect to finish the project by Halloween?" "By spending more of your money, of course." Roger replied. He added, "In research, you have three choices: good, fast, cheap. Pick two. If you want it good and fast, it will not be cheap." Sarah added, "We can do it. A researcher is like a whore. You don't make any money by saying no." Eventually, the conversation turned to whores and who would be a good spokesperson for the brand. Patrick said, "I used to like Madonna, because she is trashy, but now she is too old." Sarah said, "Maybe Brittany Spears? Is she trashy enough?" Roger added, "Janet Jackson is trashy enough, but she is also too old. How about one the the women from `Sex and the City?' I doubt Sarah Jessica Parker would do it, but how about one of the others?" They found it hard to think of a good spokesperson for a perfume called Rape. Lisa said, "I think that any woman who wants to get a rise out of a man will go for it. It brings out the animal in him. Grrr." She leaned over to Roger. He had neglected to remove his wedding ring, but Lisa pretended not to notice that. She was definitely getting a rise out of him. He looked down her ample cleavage. His response was more due to the wearer than the perfume, but maybe it had a self fulfilling prophecy. He patted her warmly on the thigh. She leaned back, sighing. After desert and drinks, Lisa whispered to Roger that it might be worth his while to walk her home. She lived a few blocks away. Roger paid the bill, and told Sarah that he would call her in the morning. Lisa lived in a two bedroom apartment on the twenty second floor of a mid town high rise. When they arrived, they gave each other a passionate kiss. Lisa said, "I have to make myself comfortable. Here is the wet bar. Mix us some drinks." Roger removed his jacket and tie, and went to the bar. He poured some Port on some ice cubes. He also swallowed a Levitra, because he did not want Lisa disappointed. Lisa came out of the bedroom, just wearing her pajamas. She had clearly removed her bra. Roger offered the drink. "Here's to Rape," he said. "I'll drink to that." She showed him some of the pictures they were planning to use, showing models who were bound and gagged. "Do you like it that way?" he asked "I like it any way," she sighed. Roger seized her roughly, forcing her down on the couch. He put his hand under her top to grab her breast. She let him do what ever he wanted. He pulled the top off, and started to such her tits. He alternated between nipples, watching them grow hard. He then put a hand inside her bottoms, and started to play with her slit. She let him pull the bottoms off, until she was naked. She got more excited as he continue to play with her. She opened her legs, displaying her entire body for his satisfaction. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said. Once there, he rapidly stripped off his clothes while she offered herself to him. Looking about the room, he noticed some fur lined plastic hand cuffs and other sex toys on her dresser. "You have been a bad girl. I have to tie you up. But your escape word is button. " he said, harshly. He pulled her to her feet, turned her around, and tied her to the bed board. He slapped her ass with his hand. He then noticed a paddle, so he used that. She screamed when he hit her on the rump until it was red, but she did not use the escape word. He inserted a finger into her slit, and realized she was wet and excited. He pressed his prick into her ass, and robbed against it. The thought of what he was about to do to her got his prick excited. "Do you need a condom, bitch?" "No, I'm safe." "Then lean over, bitch. I am going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to stand." He placed his prick at her entrance and shoved it in. She sighed . "That feels so good. Take me. Call me your bitch. Use me for your pleasure," she said, moaning. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. He used them as levers to guide her movements. He wanted to take his time. He varied his rhythm, making her scream with pleasure. "Fuck it, fuck it!" she uttered, between her teeth. She pushed back by herself, wanting more of him. He mashed against her breasts, sending shocks through her body. He felt her body tense up as the first orgasm hit her. "You're not done yet," he said. He continued to pulse inside her, making her come again. "Yih, yih, make me cum." she said, between squeaks. He picked up the pace, letting his prick fill her channel. She felt so good around him. Soon there was no more room for him. "I'm going to burst," he grunted. "Yes, burst inside me." He thrust hard all the way. His prick spasmed with sharp jolts, as he felt his cum pouring out. He kept jabbing into her, until he was empty. Then he pulled back, and released the hand cuffs. She fell forward onto the bed. He fell beside her, panting. They climbed onto the bed, and lay together while they recovered. "That was the best rape I've had in a while," Lisa said, quietly. "Do you like being raped?" Roger asked, somewhat incredulous. "Only by men I know and trust. Never by strangers. I don't mind being spanked, but I don't want to get injured." He got up to use the bathroom. When he returned, he realized she had gone to the kitchen. She retrieved her drink, and refreshed it, since it had become diluted by the melting ice. He did the same. They walked around the apartment naked, admiring the view from the window. He put his arm around her, and gently tickled her pussy. She sighed at the attention. For a while, he was not ready for anything more. She looked at his prick, wondering how to get it to resume its potential. She touched it gently, but it quickly sprang back to life. "Do you like that, bitch?" he demanded. "Yes, very much." "Then get down on your knees and worship it," he ordered. She quickly sank in front of him. He shoved his prick at her, making her grab it. "Suck it, bitch. Lick my cum off it, " he ordered. Lisa did not like sucking cock, but she wanted to comply with his demand. She tentatively placed her lips around it. "You can do better than that," he ordered. He grabbed her head, pulling her mouth over him. He pulled her ears until she was moving over him. She looked at him for approval. "Now you are doing it. That feels good now, " he acknowledged. He did not want to cum in her mouth, but did not want to tell her that yet. He used her mouth for several minutes before releasing her. "Let's go back to the bedroom so you can have the benefit of that." When they arrived, he said, "Lay back and spread em." She lay on the bed, with her legs open, displaying her pussy. He climbed on top of her, and inserted several fingers in her opening. He used one finger, then two, then three, rubbing over her clitoris. "Don't keep me waiting. Do it to me," she begged. He shoved his prick into her pussy again. "Just lay back and enjoy it," he said. She pulled her legs back until they were against her head. He played with her tits while he fucked her Soon she was moaning as her excitement grew to an orgasm. Because he had recently ejaculated, he had no difficulty maintaining his rhythm for a while. Her body kept vibrating with a series of small convulsions. Each was accompanied by a high squeak. As he rammed her, his prick grew harder and more tense. His build up was almost painful. He wondered if he should come inside her or whether to pull out and cover her with white love juice. His body decided for him. He was suddenly seized by an overwhelming release, that squirted inside her eager pussy. It was enough to send her over the edge, harder than ever. She was panting for breath as her body jerked so hard, her pelvis ached. Even after they were finished, he lay inside her. His prick lost some, but not all, of its firmness. He moved around her some, but it was not enough to fully recover. He lay next to her, holding her tight. They almost fell asleep. He looked over at the clock. It was almost midnight. "My god, it's late, and we have to go to work tomorrow," he said. "I'll call in late. It won't be the first time. My staff will understand," she replied softly. "I still have to go back to Philadelphia tomorrow. I'd better go to my hotel." "I hope we can do that again." "I hope so too, but it would be easier if we got the research project." He used the bathroom, and then found his clothes. When he was dressed, he went to the bed to kiss her good night. She kissed him, sighed contentedly, and went back to sleep. He let himself out. Earlier, back at the restaurant, Patrick and Sarah continued their flirting. Patrick said, "You know what Roger and Lisa are doing now, don't you?" "Making love?" "Like rabbits." "Do you feel envious of them?" "A bit." "So, you want to fuck?" Sarah had expected Patrick to suggest something sexual, but she was taken aback by his bluntness. "I usually don't do it with someone I just met," she replied. "I did not ask what you usually do. I asked if you want to fuck?" "I expected you to put the hit on me, but I did not expect you to be so crude." "I am sorry if I offended you. Let me rephrase. Do you want to go to my apartment and make passionate whoopee until the cows come home?" "Now that's more like it," she said, smiling. Sarah not had sex in over a month, and even longer since she shared a bed with someone with as much stud potential as Patrick. She missed it. "Let's go," she said, standing up. They took a cab to his apartment in an old brownstone in the SoHo section of lower Manhattan. On the way, Patrick was playing with her breasts and felt between her legs. She responded by fondling his crotch. He tried to unbutton her blouse. She responded, "Let's wait until we get there. I don't want to rush the fun." Sarah realized that this was her best chance at good sex in a while, and she wanted to take full advantage of it. When they arrived and went up stairs, Patrick lead her immediately into the bed room. "Strip!" he commanded. "What?" "You heard me, strip. We can't do it with our clothes on." "You have to strip, too." Sarah removed her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. When he did not move, she stopped. "I'm not taking off any more clothing until you remove yours," she said. Patrick responded by rapidly undressing. Soon they were both down to their under pants. Sarah flaunted her firm round breasts at him. She said, "Leave your shorts. I want to pull them off myself. I need to see if you are the man I think you are." She yanked down his shorts and made him sit on the bed. She leaned down to inspect his penis. Even though it was not yet firm, it was long and thick. "Beautiful. I'm going to enjoy this," she said. She knelt down to lick it. As she placed her lips on it, it rapidly expanded. She sucked until it was as firm as a sausage. He moaned softly. Suddenly she stood up and said, "Let's put a condom on this thing and use it the way God intended." She extracted a condom from her purse and pealed it over his prick. She preferred the ribbed condoms to increase her pleasure. She stood between his legs. He pressed his face to her tits. "You are wearing Rape, aren't you?" "Yes." "Then lie back and enjoy it." He pulled off her panties. He then pulled her onto the bed. He fondled her clit, getting her very excited. He then entered her slit very slowly, until he was fully engorged by her tube. She pulled her legs back until they were resting on his back. "I am going to fuck you for all you're worth," he said. "That feels good. Do it, lover." He pumped her body slowly. She moaned softly, as her pussy purred with delight. Warm pulses flowed over her body. As her excitement increased, she began yelling incoherently, and pulling and scratching his back. She let the climax engulf her. "That was wonderful. Don't stop. Fuck me harder." she yelled. Suddenly he stopped. He wanted her on his terms. "What is the matter?" she cried desperately. "Turn over, I want you from behind." She was so excited, she readily complied. She crouched on her hands and knees on the bed. "Put it back in, quickly," she urged. He eagerly filled her hole. He grabbed her tits again. He moved into her like a pile driver. She yielded to the urges in her body. Her body began to spasm as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed over her. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." she screamed, until her words failed her. He grunted as he pounded into her. His prick was on fire. Suddenly, electric sparks popped out of it. "I'm cumming!" he exclaimed. His pleasure burst out of him in a series of jolts. He continued to pump for several seconds, each time getting another jolt. Even when his prick seemed empty, he jammed himself through to another spark of pleasure. He pulled out of her, letting her relax. She was out of breath, but smiling. He quickly went to the bath room to deal with the condom. When he returned, he lay next to her. "That was very good, lover. Better than expected," she said softly. "What did you expect?" "There is always uncertainty with a new partner. You rose to the occasion beautifully." "I enjoyed it very much too." She got up to use the bathroom. When she was finished, she walked around the apartment. She admired his taste in art and books. He went to the kitchen to slice some cheese and pour some wine. They ate in his living room, sitting naked on the couch. "I love a Sauvignon Blanc after sex, don't you?" she said. "Yes, but Sauvignon Blanc with sex is even better." "What do you mean, with sex?" He poured some wine on her chest. "That's cold," she exclaimed. He then started to lick it off with his tongue. He poured more wine on her stomach, letting it drip to her pussy and on to the floor. Then he poured wine between her legs. "That tickles, " she giggled. "Your quim makes excellent stem ware. Now lay back and enjoy it." She sank back on the couch. He kept pouring wine on her and licking it off. Finally he addressed her pussy in earnest. He said, "I don't need any more wine. You taste good all by yourself." She sighed as he licked and kissed all over her slit. He gave special attention to her prominent clitoris. It kept sending warm flashes through her body. She lay back, trusting him to take care of her. Her moans were getting louder as he kissed, sucked and licked his way all around her vagina. He took that as a sign that he was satisfying her, so he continued, even harder. She closed her eyes, wallowing in the feeling. Her body tensed up, and her breathing got heavy. She knew she was ready to cum. "I'm going to cum on your tongue!" she exclaimed. She found her release, and fell back on the couch. He gazed up at her, satisfied that he had pleased his new partner. She said, "That was something, lover. That deserves a reward." But she did not want to get off the couch, and he was staying on the floor. So she said, "Let's go back to the bed room." She lead him there and made him lie back on the bed. She straddled him, and started to play with his penis. He hoped she would give him what he had given her. At first, she did. She licked and kissed all the way around the base of his prick, and slowly moved to the tip. He tried to grab her head, but she moved to avoid him. Instead, she stimulated him further, until he was fully grown. She used her hands as well as her mouth to make him feel good. But she did want him to cum. She said, "I can't let something this nice go to waste." She pulled another condom from her purse and rolled it on him. After giving it another rub she said, "Lay back and enjoy it." She then sat up and impaled herself on his prick. She sank down until she had him fully. Usually, he liked to be on top, but he was willing to let her have her way. She used her hips and knees to bounce on top of him. He grabbed her breasts, and then moved his hands to the globes of her ass. He massaged then while she continued to move above him She contracted her vaginal muscles to increase his pleasure. He was glad that she decided to ride him rather than give a blow job. Because she was on top, she could control the movements for her pleasure. She let her full weight fall on his prick. He slapped her ass as she moved rapidly over him. Her throat released a guttural cry as her next orgasm began. It stated in her pussy and erupted through her pelvis. She froze in mid thrust as her body exploded. However, he started to push up into her with his legs. He almost pushed her off, but she held on gamely. "Wait for me, baby, " he said, pumping. "Too late, lover. I'm there!" she exclaimed. However, she let him pump into her until he also let his cum flow into the condom. As soon as he was finished, he said, "You had better get off before the condom leaks." He got out of bed to use the bath room. When he returned, she cuddled up to him. She sighed, "That was the best. I knew you would be a good stud." "I strive to satisfy all the pretty ladies." They lay quietly for several minutes. Suddenly she asked, "When are the cows due?" "What cows?" "You said we could make passionate whoopee until the cows came home. What time are they coming in?" He looked at a clock. It was almost twelve. "The horses and cows turn into mice at midnight, when the magic spell wears off." "Maybe I'd better leave. I don't want the magic of this night to end." She got up to find her clothes. He said, "I really like you, Sarah. You seem like a nice girl. Plus, you're a heck of a lay. Please call me when you come to New York again." He got out of bed to give her his phone number. She smiled. She was glowing down to her toes. It was rare to meet a nice man who also gave her good sex. She was amazed how good sex improved her emotional well being. "I will. You were great too. And please call me if you visit Philadelphia." She wrote her home number and cell phone on her business card. She entered him in her mental data base. Later, he entered her in his "black book" computer data base of women he wanted to spend time with. When she was dressed, she asked, "How easy is it to find a cab around here?" "I'd better walk you over to Broadway." He got dressed and walked her until they found a cab. He gave the driver ten dollars to take her back to her hotel, even though the actual fare was eight. They kissed passionately and she got into the cab. When she returned to her room, she took a shower and collapsed into bed. The next morning she was awakened by the phone. She had forgotten to set the alarm. It was Roger. He asked, "What time did you get in last night?" "Around midnight. You?" "Yeah. Did you have a good time with Patrick?" "A very good time. Did you have a good time with Lisa?" "Yes, it was nice." They agreed to meet for breakfast in the hotel in half an hour. They were both late. After consuming large breakfasts of bacon, ham and eggs, and several cups of coffee, Roger called the server. "Bring us two mimosas, please." "Why do you want to drink at this hour of the morning?" When the drinks arrived, he said, "I called the office this morning. We got the Rape project."