Frank worked out of the house. He had his computer, his ideas, his art board. All that was needed in his creative cosmos.
“Williams and Barnes” often tried to harangue him or, push the river as Frank called it; but his ads and campaigns were a one-man show. They had at one time insisted that he come in to the office twice a week but his production dropped off staggeringly. He sometimes worked from 2 in the morning to 12 noon. Sometimes he seemed to do nothing for days. Playing computer chess. Replaying old movies on his home theatre. Watching porn and masturbating. He loved sex, he loved to masturbate. His wife had left him because “ you are a pervert, who is never satisfied. Where do you get those ideas.” He could hear her still, he chuckled to himself.
He loved fantasy sex. “I am a teacher who has just found his star pupil has cheated on her final exam.”
She would condescend to play but she never really got into it. Frank was as creative in his sex as he was in his advertising. In advertising, it had made him a star in the business. In sex it had driven him to call girls who played willingly and Frank figured, ‘what the hell, no commitment, no palimony, and his creativity soared after every visit. He had given up looking for a suitable partner with the imagination to match his own.
Warren Barnes called him as he was doodling at his baord for some client who made floor wax. “Frank, I got your soup campaign. It’s great. You have to come in and pitch it. They asked for you and they pay your bills Frank. You think that when you have finished creating, that it’s over. Well, that’s just the beginning. Your bored with something, the minute its on paper. Keep notes on your ideas Frank. We have to be in on the process.” It was his usual, stuff. Always the same. If creation was the easy part. Then you do it. He had told Warren a thousand times. And he always did go in to pitch the client. It was his one concession to the corporate world. He always had to shower for half an hour later to get the stink off himself.
Instead of the usual argument with Warren, Frank said. “I got a letter and a phone call from ‘Laybarth and Associates’.”
“Frank, Frank, don’t get crazy now. We love you here. Let’s just keep things the way they are. But you have to keep us in the loop Frank. I’m sending you a PA to type, organize, communicate with us. You can be as quirky as you like. Let the PA report to me. We’ve been very good for each other Frank.”
On and on it went but a personal assistant might be nice. Frank agreed to try. But insisted that the experiment would be over, the moment the assistant interfered with his life in any way. “If the assistant bugs me Warren, they're gone. Tell them that, Warren.”
Frank hung up the phone and got back to work for a few minutes. Then started rummaging through his porn collection.
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For SaphireCameo1 and Straddler......for the time being.
“Williams and Barnes” often tried to harangue him or, push the river as Frank called it; but his ads and campaigns were a one-man show. They had at one time insisted that he come in to the office twice a week but his production dropped off staggeringly. He sometimes worked from 2 in the morning to 12 noon. Sometimes he seemed to do nothing for days. Playing computer chess. Replaying old movies on his home theatre. Watching porn and masturbating. He loved sex, he loved to masturbate. His wife had left him because “ you are a pervert, who is never satisfied. Where do you get those ideas.” He could hear her still, he chuckled to himself.
He loved fantasy sex. “I am a teacher who has just found his star pupil has cheated on her final exam.”
She would condescend to play but she never really got into it. Frank was as creative in his sex as he was in his advertising. In advertising, it had made him a star in the business. In sex it had driven him to call girls who played willingly and Frank figured, ‘what the hell, no commitment, no palimony, and his creativity soared after every visit. He had given up looking for a suitable partner with the imagination to match his own.
Warren Barnes called him as he was doodling at his baord for some client who made floor wax. “Frank, I got your soup campaign. It’s great. You have to come in and pitch it. They asked for you and they pay your bills Frank. You think that when you have finished creating, that it’s over. Well, that’s just the beginning. Your bored with something, the minute its on paper. Keep notes on your ideas Frank. We have to be in on the process.” It was his usual, stuff. Always the same. If creation was the easy part. Then you do it. He had told Warren a thousand times. And he always did go in to pitch the client. It was his one concession to the corporate world. He always had to shower for half an hour later to get the stink off himself.
Instead of the usual argument with Warren, Frank said. “I got a letter and a phone call from ‘Laybarth and Associates’.”
“Frank, Frank, don’t get crazy now. We love you here. Let’s just keep things the way they are. But you have to keep us in the loop Frank. I’m sending you a PA to type, organize, communicate with us. You can be as quirky as you like. Let the PA report to me. We’ve been very good for each other Frank.”
On and on it went but a personal assistant might be nice. Frank agreed to try. But insisted that the experiment would be over, the moment the assistant interfered with his life in any way. “If the assistant bugs me Warren, they're gone. Tell them that, Warren.”
Frank hung up the phone and got back to work for a few minutes. Then started rummaging through his porn collection.
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For SaphireCameo1 and Straddler......for the time being.
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