[AdGuy]

Hi bros,

Just thought I’d try my hand at writing some stories too. But being in the ad industry, mine will be a little more “niche” - an industry term which means very “segmented”. The stories that I will tell have occurred in various companies that I have worked for. Names and little bitsy details have been made up, but the gist of it is real.

Forgive my poor writing, please feel free to comment, but most importantly, enjoy!

Story 1 – The FL designer slut

Joe, you better get that F***ing artwork done by 12pm tomorrow.

10:00am - “Knn”, Joe thought, “Account director big F meh? Anyway, die die must do it so might as well start on it soon.” He opened his big black book and started dialing the numbers. “Hello? Stacey ah? Do you have any projects at hand? Busy ah? Ok lor, nevermind then.” “Eric please. Huh? Overseas? Sure thanks.” Roland? What? Ok, ok I call you back tomorrow”

Joe was a junior executive in an MNC. By virtue of his job scope, he felt like a whore himself, always having to be at the beck and call of his bosses. That morning, XXX bank had demanded that a project be completed within 24 hours but his team was all tied up. How? How? Joe needed to get a freelance (FL) designer and he needed to get one soon. His eyes fell on a name in his book - Cassie. “Shit lah, new designer also bo bian lah”, Joe thought. “Hello Cassie, can you make it today? Yup $300. Ok, see you later”

1:00pm - “Thanks for making this last minute trip. You know lah XXX bank, always give problems one.” Cassie gave a little giggle and nodded in agreement. The first impression that Joe had of Cassie was that she barely looked the mother of 2 that she was. In fact, she had this SYT but slutty look that concealed her 30 years of age really well. She looked more 25 with her long lashes and sexy dimples. "Focus Joe! Focus!"

Once the formalities were over, Cassie took her seat at her chair. Joe had seen his fair share of designers in crazy outfits. Cassie was different. A nice pink tube underneath a white cardigan and a short denim skirt was what she wore today. Joe even managed to catch sight of a bit of cleavage while Cassie was adjusting herself in her chair. “It had to be at least a B cup. Slightly bigger than my hand”, Joe lustfully thought to himself. Unfortunately, he had little time to enjoy an erection before he was being called off again.

3:00pm – “Bro, your designer not bad ah?” Joe was so deep in thought that he had not heard Steve approaching. “What? Oh…she’s ok lah, just that she works quite slow leh” Joe replied. “I mean she quite hot lah. Saw her flirting with Mike from HR just now. Heard from a friend in another company that she’s one terribly horny bitch. No wonder she’s an unwed mother of 2” (FYI, news in our industry travel very fast and FLs move from one company to another quite often) “Is it? F*** man, no wonder my stuff still not even halfway there yet,” Joe replied. “You should try your luck too,” Steve remarked . “Yeah, maybe” Steve laughed it off casually. He definitely needed his artwork more than a pussy at this point.

<To be continued>