The American Way
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Genius
The American Way
By:
Randall Austin
(© 2013 by the author)
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John Powers, managing director of Sherman, Lawson, and Stingle Imports, put the
photos of the firm's newest trainee candidates back into the folder and called
for his marketing director, Bill Levertson.
When Bill entered the room, Mr. Powers apologized, "I'm sorry for calling you
away so soon after your budget meeting, since I'm sure it was strenuous, but I'm
real curious. I was just looking at the photos of our latest acquisitions, and I
have a question."
Mr. Powers felt obliged to compliment his marketing director before continuing.
"As usual, you've done an amazing job of selecting a group of top prospect
servitors: handsome, smart, educated, height-weight proportional, fit, healthy,
good definition, and nicely dicked and balled."
"But I am real curious about one of the candidates, a fellow named Ian James.
He's an A+ student I notice, and he's got a nice set of low hangers. But, one
has to admit he's hardly more than what one would call 'pleasant looking', and
his body lacks any definition. What's going on with him?"
Bill smiled, "Oh yes, Ian James. I didn't expect you to be reviewing the photos
of our newest trainee candidates so soon, but I did intend to get a report out
to you very shortly regarding Ian."
Bill and John were friends, as well as being two of the most important directors
of the import firm, and Bill had no problem taking a seat in Mr. Power's office
without being asked. As Bill relaxed into the comfortable leather chair, he was
eager to explain. "We here at Sherman, Lawson, and Stingle Imports pride
ourselves on offering absolutely top quality servants capable of providing a
broad range of specialty services. No other brokerage firm matches us in
offering servitors of such a high degree of excellence within various
specialized categories."
Bill nodded self-assuredly and continued, "Ian James is a very special kid. He's
20 years old and is a genius." Bill smiled broadly and proudly, and said no
more.
Mr. Powers waited, expecting his marketing director to continue with his
explanation, but Bill kept smiling, confident that Mr. Powers was pleased with
his explanation. When the silence continued accompanied by a quizzical look from
Mr. Powers, Bill realized that Mr. Powers didn't understand what he meant. "Mr.
Powers, when I said that Ian was a genius, I meant it. He has talents that no
other indentured person who has gone through our training program has ever come
close to possessing."
Mr. Powers wondered, "When you say 'talents' I assume you mean fetishes. Our
servants are trained to respond to a client's fetishes systematically. They do
not actually have to have a given fetish in order to respond as if they actually
have such a fetish themselves."
Bill shook his head, "No. I'm not talking about anything as ordinary as various
and unique sexual skills here. I'm talking brain skill. Ian James has an IQ that
can't be measured. At the age of 14 he wrote an award winning paper on
radiological physics. The kid is simply a walking brain."
Mr. Powers nodded his head up and down, thinking he grasped Bill's marketing
concept for Ian James, but wanted more explanation from Bill, "Please continue,
Bill."
"Mr. Powers, all of our servants are bright and educated. We have long
acknowledged in our marketing analysis and sales strategy reports that a large
part of our success is due to the ordinary man's love of lording it over someone
who is brighter and more accomplished than they are. It's a fact of human nature
that a lot of people are that way. It's a large part of the reason a lot of
people are willing to pay Sherman, Lawson, and Stingle prices for a common
domestic servant when they could get someone just as attractive and capable for
the job from the local county social services agency."
"But in Ian James we have the chance of hitting two markets. The first is the
market that actually wants to utilize his intellectual capabilities. We will
probably end up selling him to some university's science research department.
But if we don't, it's a safe bet that there's someone out there who isn't
satisfied with just lording it over someone who used to be a lawyer or a
physician before they were indentured; they need to control the ultimate
achiever, so to speak, in order to attain that special pride of servitor
ownership. And Ian is the answer to their prayers!"
Mr. Powers rose from his desk and walked to the liquor table, "Brilliant
thinking, Bill. Just brilliant! To me, Bill, you are just as much a genius as is
this Ian James."
Mr. Powers poured himself and Bill a glass of sherry. As he handed Bill his
glass of sherry he patted him on the back, "You've been with the company almost
a year now, Bill. I want you to know that if you ever want a little weekend help
around your place, doing odd jobs, house cleaning, yard work, serving dinner
guests, or whatever, you may feel free to have your pick of any of our boys who
are in stage three and beyond of their training."
Mr. Powers held up his glass, and the two men toasted. Mr. Powers winked, "Just
make sure you bring him back to work with you on Monday morning."
The End.
Posted: 01/25/13