Altered Genesis Ch. 14

The product that Aphrodite Campaigns was tasked to promote was the next step in reproductive technology. Mesanet Corporation had developed more specialized genetic enhancement packages.

Another option in the package was the cutting-edge birthing technology that allowed pregnancy and the birth to become a simplified and painless affair -- enabling femme to return to work within a couple of days after giving birth.

Fifteen minutes later, Dean returned with two trays of coffees from the barista downstairs. He took a moment to distribute the beverages to an appreciative room. He caught Eleanor giving a jovial double bump of her eyebrows to Claire out of the corner of his eye. The atmosphere was light-hearted with a couple of stifled chuckles that Dean found disconcerting.

The whiteboard had a few ideas now. He glanced at it to read the hand written notes:

Sexier boys with bigger, thicker and veinier dicks

Bigger balls = more cum

The perfect boy = young, dumb, hung and full of cum

Improved stamina

Dean began to realize that the ladies hadn't been entirely serious while he was gone. Regardless, he was disappointed that this was all that they could come up with in 15 minutes.

Resuming the meeting, the ladies reiterated some of the ideas that they had already brainstormed.

"Eleanor had a wonderful idea while you were gone Dean," Riya spoke with an inviting nod to Eleanor.

"Well," Eleanor said, "I was just thinking that we should keep the focus on the health benefits in order to hammer home that it's a safe process. Reverting to the old messaging style of the original inoculation program will build up this association."

Dean sunk in his chair slightly. It was the exact idea that he was about to present. After spending much of last night thinking about it, then all morning writing up a proposal, Eleanor still beat him to the punch.

"Sounds great," was all he could say while fighting the urge to mention that it was his idea too.

"Yeah, I like it too," Riya said, "Let's run with that and see what we can come up with."

After a moment of collective thought Riya spoke again, "I think that the greatest selling point is the enhanced birthing package. That's what really opens up the market. Think of the millions of ladies out there who can't rely on a male to support them as they recover from birth or simply can't take the time off. This way the boy can stay home and raise the kids and the femme can capitalize on her superior earning capacity. It's a win-win."

The room agreed with this point.

"What do you think Claire?" Riya offered the new recruit a chance to speak.

She was stunned for a moment.

"Um.... sexy boys are always good to put on screen... to reach our market," this elicited friendly laughter from the ladies in the room as Dean shifted in his seat.

"Normally, yes", Danica answered, "But we are talking about people's kids, no lady wants a slut of a son."

The room nodded and Dean felt a lump in his throat.

Janice chimed in, "Well we could still go with the sex angle, every lady wants her daughter to be happy."

Eleanor jumped in, "Success makes money and money is a cock magnet. Right Dean?"

Her face was smiling broadly but her eyes were serious. Dean could feel his rage simmering deep below.

He felt shame but knew that the social theories born out from the data did show a strong correlation in this regard. The view that males were mostly attracted to money and shallow material goods was the pervasive assumption in his Masters program and it was becoming much more broadly accepted in the media and lower levels of education over time.

"Well, that's the accepted narrative. And it's effective for driving sales," he conceded looking at the table.

"I'm sure that ladies out there would want to have successful sons as well," he added nervously.

Riya leaned forward onto the desk, "The fundamental issue here is that boys have no social obligation to care for their parents in old age. That's considered the femme's job. These days, it's becoming more and more common for a son to care for his in-laws with his wife's money."

Dean was not sure where she was going with this.

"Male privilege is alive and well," Brenda commented with contempt.

Riya continued after nodding to her comment, "All this really means is that parents, when given the choice, would prefer a girl for this future promise of security. We are already seeing this trend strongly and it's only going to be exacerbated. The daughter needs to be the focus of this campaign because this will be the inexorable preference for a majority of the new customers both now and moving forward."

Dean continued to be surprised by the insight of his boss. He had been studying markets and social dynamics all his life and her intellect just sliced through the fog and brought clarity. That moment was another reminder that Riya was well ahead of him in his own area of expertise.

Over the next hour of deliberation, the basic framework of the campaign was laid out. They decided on continuing the narrative style of the inoculation add campaign while taking a new spin on it.

"So we have an attractive femme in the 25 -- 35 demo browsing the options with cutaways to all of the possibilities. For now, let's just call her Mrs Lockwood," Eleanor said.

Danica couldn't stop herself from showing a slight snicker at the sound of that name. Even Claire had moved her hand to her mouth feigning a cough.

Dean was downcast, he had missed his big chance to impress the new recruit, instead he got noticed in all the wrong ways.

At the end of the meeting, Dean stayed behind to clean up the halfway eaten donut that was left on the table. He couldn't eat it because he had to watch his weight. It took a lot of effort and discipline for a boy to maintain an ideal figure.

"Oh and Eleanor," Riya turned back into the meeting room before leaving.

"Great work today. There's a new place on 12th I've been wanting to check out. How about we go there for lunch?"

"Sounds fantastic!", she replied with an excited grin.

After Riya had left, Eleanor sauntered over to him, "Thanks Dean. And good work."

Dean paused and frowned in a moment of confusion.

"I was so screwed for this meeting, but then I saw that folder on your desk, that idea really saved me," she smiled warmly without a hint of remorse.

"WHAT?! You stole it!?" he felt his blood thicken with rage but was paralysed.

"To be fair, I need it more than you. Not all of us are so pretty. You know what, I'm prepared to give you half the credit if you do something for me," she started to tug his shirt collar as she spoke.

Dean froze in disbelief, but she starred him down earnestly. Her hand wandered to his chest and caressed the contours of his bulging pectoral muscles.

"Just one night where I get to have you! That's all," she purred in her most sleazy tone of voice.

Dean had always found her attractive. There was something about her confidence and athletic figure that piqued his interest. He had always dreamt of marrying a femme like her. But he despised her. In that moment, she was nothing more than a lazy duplicitous bitch.

He could still smell alcohol on her breath from the night before and knew that there was no way Eleanor would share credit with anyone, especially a boy. He did the only thing that he could; he walked out.