The bully won (PM me if interested!)

I honestly didn't know why I was wasting my time here. At least at first. My business manager, Jason - a college senior who'd jumped on board the second he found out I knew what I was doing - insisted that this was a good idea. That I should make a token appearance just to show the company's face, even if the event did or didn't turn out to be that much of a success. I wasn't convinced, but then he hinted that I could get one over on a rival (one who I'd had particular success tormenting in more ways then one). At that point, you probably couldn't pay to keep me away; so I threw on a tight black shirt, blue jeans, and headed on over to the event.

My name's Dylan West. I'm the public face for 'Protein World', although I never really let anyone know who really had the idea behind it. As long as they think I'm some sort of genius, I'm content to let them think that way. At 18, with a body sculpted by hours of workouts, running, and occasional uses drinks of the shake our company makes.

But folks think it's the key to what I do, so I usually have a 'Protein World' bottle on me. It's just water the majority of the time, though. The stuff we make is too thick to be constantly ingesting, but give people a free way out - make them think that the shake is all they need - and they'll eat it up.

I hadn't seen Thomas just yet - the wimp who was hosting this shindig - but a few looks around and my lips curled into a predatory smile. There was his sister, Ellie Kassab, who would've been the only reason I ever would've gone to Total Fitness' facebook page. She had a nice body, and as my eyes ran over her, I couldn't help but long to see more of it then she posted on those pictures.

Still, I made my way over with an arrogant look on my face. "Hey Ellie." I greeted. "Nice to see you're still propping up your little brother with that tight little ass of yours." We hadn't talked much, but I knew what she thought of me, and intended to do nothing to change that particular sentiment.

Well, if we were to be particular, I suppose a car brought me here. Still, even why I was really here should have been fairly evident, but she was doing it to be 'nice'. The smile on her face, even if it was clearly fake, made her a little more attractive even if the idea of making her have 'other' expressions was even more appealing. And I had to be 'nice', too, it was ostensibly why I was here.

"You know why I'm here, doll." I smirked a bit as I knew she'd probably not like me calling her that, or my eyes roving over her tight clothes on her fit body. It was pretty clear she worked hard to maintain it. "Playing nice, networking. Your little brother should learn to do that better." I'd always held over him a lot of things, and even in this professional environment I wasn't above a barb or five. "Not that you aren't a better face for your little company then him...I like your assets better."

My leering gaze made it clear what assets I appreciated more.

"You should come to one of our events...I'm sure you'd enjoy it." Even though they had a lot of people here, there was only one I was interested in at the moment, even as I pretended to see who else was around. My flunkies could handle the real networking while I focused on Ellie...

"Thanks, but no thanks. Besides, we're moving to our new office space in New York. Didn't you hear?"

I actually hadn't, and while it was impressive, I couldn't let her know that; this was a battle of wills now, and I shrugged it off. "Meh. As long as you keep posting those cute little pictures of those on your facebook page, I'll live with you being gone." That added some urgency to the proceedings, as this now meant I couldn't let her go without a...well, a 'bang'. As I pondered more then one meaning of that word as it came to Ellie, I moved in close to her. "Speaking of which..." I nodded to a few folks, and put my arm around her, giving the plastic smile I always gave. "..might as well get a publicity photo or two, right? Showing our co-operation?"

A classic PR stunt as I put my arm around her hip; we were near one of their displays. Just as the photo was about to be taken, I squeezed her ass a bit. Damn, it was tight, and I wondered just how much she worked out...

"There." After another squeeze, I moved away; the photos taken, and gave her a leer, even as I acted like nothing indecent had happened.

I felt her smack on the side of my arm, and flinched despite myself as I turned to her. "What the fuck is your problem?!" Tilting my head in mock offense, I laughed it off, ignoring the instinct to rub the bruise she'd left. With luck, I'd be giving her more then a little bruise before the evening was over...

"Sorry, doll. Sometimes I can't help myself." I shrugged. "If I see something I like, I just want to grab it." With a laugh, I met her gaze "Lighten up, Ellie. Just having a little fun..." At least, that's what I wanted her to think. I gave a look around, nodding to myself. "You've got a lot of folks here. Whoever put this together knows their stuff..." It was probably her little brother, and I figured maybe buttering him up would get me back on her good side, or at least a neutral one.

"Have you tried any of our products?" I asked, wanting to change the subject. "You look like a girl who could do something she's not supposed to once in a while." I had other things in mind, of course, as the playful look in my eyes might have alluded to.