THE GAME 
by Mafisto

(mafisto@anon.nymserver.com)

Chapter 5
[Fantasy Casting: Michael J. Fox as Michael, Matthew Broderick 
as Matthew] 

Michael paced the plain conference room nervously. Matthew and he 
had been waiting for over an hour for their clients to show, and 
they had no idea how long they would take to show up. Still, for
business deal of that magnitude, one could wait a bit. Their 
commission on the deal would be close to half a million dollars 
each, not bad for about a week's work. They had only spoken to 
their clients on the phone, and they sounded peculiar to say the 
least. Having never heard of "Tests Inc.", Matthew did some 
background research on them - he could not find any information, 
except that they were legit, and that they were huge. It was not 
their client's secrecy which was disturbing them as much as the way 
they had been brought to this room - a secret meeting in a park, 
during ich they had been blindfolded and led inside a car. Neither 
of them knew how long the trip took, because they had both fallen 
asleep during, and they had woken up in this conference room. Not a 
very impressive beginning for a pitch, getting there asleep. . . 
Yet, they suspected their slumber had been planned by their 
mysterious host

They heard a voice coming from speakers inside the ceiling. It 
reverberated through the almost empty room.  "Greetings, gentlemen. 
Tests Inc. is interested in marketing a new line of products and
services, and 'Prowlan & Graham', your company, provided this 
interview goes well, has been chosen to represent us. You have 
fifteen minutes to tell us about the advantages of using your 
agency. Be concise and to the point." 

"Could we have an idea of which field you operate in?" asked 
Matthew. "It would give some direction to our pitch." 

The voice answered immediately, with a trace of impatience in its 
otherwise cold tone: "At this stage, we only wish a general view of 
your company." Michael scowled at Matthew. Not knowing the main 
business of their client made the pitch a lot harder. They used 
their fifteen minutes well, concentrating on the flexibility of the 
agency, on their wide range of clientele. They managed to keep all 
options open. But, at the end, they had no idea if they were right 
on target or totally off. Both were sweating in their business 
suits, waiting for feedback.

"Excellent," said the voice after a few minutes, which brought 
instant smiles on their faces. "You passed the first test." The 
smiles disappeared

A woman entered the room, pushing a cart full of unlabeled bottles 
and electronic equipment. She was about forty, red-haired, and 
sour-looking. Her pink lab coat had a name tag identifying her as
"Georgia Winters, Lab Assistant". 

"Ms. Winters will now have you try on a few of our products, after 
which I will ask you some questions. The more precise you will be in 
describing our products, the more chances you will have to 
 awarded our account." 

"Thank you, sir," said Michael, sincerely. At last, they would know 
what they had to market. "I must say we are quite curious at this 
stage.

He turned towards the stern assistant, scanning the contents of the 
cart. "So, Ms. Winters, what do we have to do?" 

"Take off your shirts," she said in an austere voice, "and put some 
of this body lotion." She held out a green bottle in front of them. 
It startled them, and they looked at each other, confused.


"Go on," she ordered, "we don't have all day." 

"Well, all right," said Matthew. Both slowly proceeded to remove 
their ties, which they laid neatly on the table. Next were the 
jackets, carefully wrapped on the back of conference chairs. The 
stressed situation had made them sweat, and they both had wet 
circles on their shirts' underarms. They unbuttoned their shirts, 
and placed them, folded, on the table. Finally, they slid off their 
T-shirts, baring their smooth chests, and also placed them on the 
table. They both had light tans on swimmer's builds. Grabbing the 
green bottle offered by Mrs. Winters, Michael put some lotion in his
 hands - it was milky green with a eerily spicy, musky smell - and 
gave the bottle to Matthew to do the same. They studied the smell 
attentively before they rubbed the lotion on their faces and 
chests. 

Matthew was the first to dare express an opinion. "The odor, of hot 
spices and strong musk, is very masculine. It is soothing and 
comfortable."

"I feel like a ton of bricks have been removed from my shoulders," 
said Michael, sincerely. "I sense muscles I never knew I had, 
relaxing. This is great. I feel like it penetrates every pore of 
 body, and massages inside the skin. That would be a great idea for 
an animation in a TV commercial!" he exclaimed. 

"True," approved Matthew. "I can see it, little green masseuses 
working their fingers on tensed muscles under a layer of skin... 
Good idea."

"You have to put some on your legs too," interrupted Ms. Winters, 
without a smile.

"I don't really think it's necessary," countered Michael, uneasily. 
The thought of stripping before that woman, who looked like his 
fourth grade teacher, was making him shiver

"You have to put some on your legs too," repeated Ms. Winters, 
unmoved. The two managers looked at each other, but did not dare 
contradict her. Hell, for such a big account, they could fuck her 
 all they cared. They detached their belts, unzipped their pants and 
 dropped them to the floor, after taking off their shoes and socks. 
When Matthew had stripped down to his purple boxers and 
Michael to his gray briefs, they rubbed more lotion on their legs 
and feet. They felt the cold stare of Mrs. Winters on their bodies, 
and it made them feel helpless.

"It tingles," said Michael. "It really removes every sign of stress. 
And the smell," he said, inhaling deeply from his hands, "is just so 
stimulating, so invigorating."

"You're right," said Matthew, sniffing his body, "the smell really 
makes one feel sexy. . . alive. We'll have no trouble selling that 
product."

"No, not at all," said Michael. "I think it has some aphrodisiac 
qualities too. I feel horny as hell..." he blurted out, then blushed 
when he looked at Mrs. Winters. "Sorry."

"No apologies necessary," she said icily. "Do not censor yourselves, 
we are all adults here. The lotion does contain a new chemical which 
stimulates libido."

"Well, it works," approved Michael. He turned his back at Matthew. 
"Eh, Matthew, could you do my back? I want the full treatment. I 
have some tense muscles in there."

"No problem, as long as you do mine afterwards." 

 "Deal."

 Matthew massaged Michael's back with the lotion, starting with the 
shoulders, and working his way down. When he reached Michael's lower 
back, Michael repeated Mrs. Winters words:  "We are all adults here? 
No censoring?" Mrs. Winters nodded. Michael routinely stepped out 
of his briefs, apparently not self-conscious at all to face her
 completely naked. Matthew gave him a good buttocks massage, during 
which Michael gradually got a hard-on. 

"My turn now," said Matthew, taking off his boxers. 

"This is a very exciting product. I feel hot and horny," said 
Michael. He started Matthew's back massage, but stopped periodically 
to jerk off for a few seconds. His cock was oozing pre-cum. 
When he finished Matthew's ass, Michael continued rubbing lotion on 
Matthew's balls and dick, stroking the latter until it was long and 
hard.

"My turn now," whispered Michael to Matthew's ear. Matthew grabbed 
Michael's body, sat him on the conference table, making him lean his 
back on it. He rubbed some lotion on Michael's genitalia, jerking 
him off. 

Then, he swallowed his cock, sucking on it, all the while breathing 
the spicy smell of the lotion on Michael's belly. Ms. Winters 
watched the scene with limited interest.

Matthew then started to lick Michael's chest all over, working his 
way up to Michael's mouth. He then leaned on Michael, rubbing the 
length of his body on his, while kissing Michael, invading 
Michael's mouth with his tongue, his hands playing with Michael's 
hair. They were now completely oblivious to Mrs. Winters, and had 
lost all self-control.

"Now, is that a way to behave?" she asked, with a parental tone. 
"Stand up and face me." 

The two managers stopped immediately and fumbled to their feet. They 
stood there, red with embarrassment, their erections pointing 
towards her. She circled them, and ordered: "Bend over, both of
you, you will get what you deserve."  They obeyed her, not because 
they recognized her authority, but because they were so turned on 
that they enjoyed the role-playing. In a way, they sensed that
their clients were watching the developments with interest. Slam! 
Her dry, rigid opened palm hit Matthew's butt square. He yelled: 
"Owww... I apologize Mrs. Winters..." Slam! "... for our 
unforgivable public display..." Slam! She moved to Michael. Slam! 
"Yeow!" the shorter one yelled in turn, "We will try to establish a 
company policy..." Slam! "... preventing managers from having sex 
in front of clients." Slam! She stared at their darkened 
asses, which they were rubbing slowly. 

Suddenly, the voice in the speakers could be heard: "Thank you for 
your presentation. We enjoyed it immensely. We still have some other 
products for you to test, so Mrs. Winters will accompany you
to your quarters, where you will shower and wait for further 
instructions." 

"But we are not guinea pigs," dared to protest Matthew, "we're 
account managers." 

The voice from the speakers was clear. "If you want our account, you
will obey our orders." 

Michael was picking up his gray briefs on the floor, when he felt a 
painful grip on his arm. "We will supply you with proper clothes. 
Leave your belongings here, they will be returned to you later." 

Mrs. Winters pushed the cart out of the room, and the two naked 
managers followed behind pathetically, into a long, white corridor.