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The Managing Director


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At 32, Eric Rhodes was the youngest Managing Director at his financial services firm. In eight years, he managed to grow his portfolio to over $100,000,000, an unheard of accomplishment. He was able to accomplish that due to his razor sharp knowledge of intricate trading markets and his relentless drive to exceed client expectations. He was also one of the best salesmen at the firm. He was able to easily impress new clients both with his knowledge, as well as his looks and his charm. 

 

Eric traded on all his assets, and he wasn't the least bit self-conscious about it. His smarts, his charm, his looks: it was all part of the total package. And when he needed to close a deal, he could use each and all of those assets to have even the most hard-boiled clients eating out of his hand. At 6 2, and a solid 195, Eric still carried his college athlete's build. Indeed, he was known as the  Christian Bale of the firm: for his impeccable taste in clothing, his relentless drive, as well as his six-pack abs. He knew exactly how to dress too: super tight shirts and suit pants were his most common currency in getting what he wanted. 

 

Eric had very ambitious plans for the coming year. He was close to signing several new clients, which would significantly increase his portfolio. He had approval to hire a new analyst to help with the increased workload, and Eric was focused on finding the right candidate. He had burned through so many assistants over the years: most people had a hard keeping up with his pace. He instructed his Human Resources director to send him only college athletes. Eric knew he wasn't allowed to be so specific in his hiring request, but he wore an extra-tight shirt to the meeting with his HR recruiter. A simple bend of his elbow would ball up his huge bicep, and the recruiter would be putty in his hands. 

 

Eric's firm was hosting an open house for several top-tier universities. They would have a day of interviews followed by a reception. Eric was too busy to participate in the interviews, but the recruiter encouraged him to go to the reception, and assured him there would be several candidates who fit his basic requirements. 

 

Eric got in a quick workout before the reception. He had been doing a lot of squats lately, and his knew his ass looked incredible. He dressed in his finest suit, but the pants were getting very tight around his glutes. He pulled them on anyway, not caring how obscene they might have looked. He paired it with a dark blue French-cuff shirt. The shirts too, were getting tighter across his chest and shoulders. Still, Eric didn't care: he loved the attention it got him. 

 

Eric walked into the reception and quickly scanned the room: eager young ladies, some math nerds, and a couple of vaguely athletic guys. He wasn't impressed, but decided to mingle a bit anyway. 

 

Eric found himself a baseball player to talk to. Henry Tatum was about 5 10, 170, had short jet black hair and bright brown eyes, and the classic baseball player's build. Not too big, but no doubt athletic, and he seemed to have good knowledge of the markets. In the middle of the conversation, something made Eric look up. Standing in the doorway was a tall, well built guy. Eric couldn't see much else since the guy had people crowded around him. But he literally was head and shoulders above everyone else. Eric watched how he easily worked the room, then lost sight of him.

 

A few minutes later, while still talking to Henry, he felt something behind him: a presence, followed by a shadow. He slowly turned around to see a guy, about 6 5, sandy blond hair and blue eyes, just peering out at the crowd. Eric was impressed by his presence. He turned and introduced himself. 

 

The giant man introduced himself as James Prowse. He was 22, a recent Columbia grad. He wowed Eric with his athletic record: he started out as a wrestler, but then moved to rugby. When Eric asked why, James just answered: "Got too big." Eric was intrigued, and asked what were his current stats. James responded, 6 6, 275.  Eric engaged in a spirited conversation with both James and Henry about the markets, and was quite impressed with both of them. But if he had to pick one, it would be James. His mere size would overwhelm any client into saying yes. 

 

As the evening wore on, the room got warmer. James was the first to take off his suit jacket, revealing a broad, massive chest, as well as gargantuan shoulders. Henry quickly followed suit, revealing a fit, compact build, and surprisingly sizable biceps. Eric found his eyes constantly drawn to James' balled up biceps, and he was enraptured with everything James had to say. Eventually, James took off his tie and rolled up his sleeves to reveal huge forearms, and Henry followed. Eric, ever the well-dressed man, still had his suit jacket on, and was a bit dismayed at how unkempt the two young men looked, even though they were both clearly beautiful and well-built. 

 

"Guys, if you come to work for me, the dress code is very rigid," Eric said. 

 

James just grinned a dazzling smile. "Lighten up, Eric," he said. He glanced at Henry, who proceeded to take of Eric's suit jacket, with surprisingly little resistance from the Managing Director. Eric didn't mind, and in fact the evening reminded him of his college days. He was also pleased to have an opportunity to dazzle the room in the skin-tight shirt. 

 

The buttons across Eric's chest were strained at capacity, and left a huge gap where his skin was revealed. Most people would consider that poorly fitted clothing, but Eric enjoyed the alpha element of bursting with muscle. James seemed to focus on the shirt, and while Eric was deep in conversation (trying to avoid James' biceps), he just reached over and with a flick of his finger, the shirt opened up. 

 

Eric looked up, stunned. No one had ever dared to be that forward with him before. Filling with rage, but also impressed with the young man, he just said to James: "Why did you even come and talk to me tonight?" 

 

James just smiled again and said, "I saw the tallest guy in the room, and I stood next to him. That ALWAYS makes me feel even more powerful." 

 

While most people would consider that behavior unprofessional, Eric was completely intrigued. He looked right at James and said "You're hired." 

 

James didn't even respond at first. He just looked at Eric and said "Hire Henry too." 

 

Eric didn't like being told what to do, especially from a 22 year-old analyst. And he knew he only had approval to make one new hire. While he tried to stammer out a protest, James just nonchalantly crossed his arms. 

 

Then James looked directly at Eric, and his eyes narrowed. In a deep and authoritative voice, he said: "I just met you an hour ago. And in that hour, I was able to size you up, and to create a need in you that didn't even know you had. A need you now DESPERATELY must fill. Doesn't that make me a good salesman?" And with that, he bunched up his massive biceps. 

 

In a daze, Eric turned to Henry. The amiable, handsome baseball player now had a dark and intense look on his face. "Do the calculus, Eric," was all he said. He bunched up his biceps too. "Mine aren't as big as James, I know that. But the three of us together will be unstoppable, and you know it." He seemed much taller than his 5 10.

 

Eric thought about it for a few seconds. Was he being worked over by two college guys? He didn't seem very pissed at the idea. Plus, they were smart, and clearly had killer instincts.

 

To close the deal, Henry discreetly slid his hand inside Eric's shirt and rubbed his hard stomach. "You are so hungry for this, Eric." Eric felt the strong calloused hand of the athlete on his abs, and by instinct just flexed them up.

 

"I'll take that as a yes" said Henry when he felt Eric's abs crunch. "Does a $500,000,000 portfolio make you hard, Eric?" said the baseball player, who seemed to enjoy toying with the powerful Managing Director.

 

Eric looked up at James, who simply nodded. With that, Eric slid his hand inside Henry's shirt and felt the ripped abs of the college athlete. Eric was also drawn to his overwhelming confidence like a moth to a flame.

 

Eric seemed enraptured by the hands on his stomach. Looking at the giant rugby player, and the surprisingly strong and assertive smaller baseball player, Eric was indeed getting hard.  "Why stop at $500,000,000? You are both hired."

 

"Good boy," said James. "You won't regret this. Now, let's get to work." 

 

And with that, the three men left the room and headed to Eric's office.
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