Business Mentor

Meritocracy: the idea that anyone can rise up to the top based on their skills.

Everyone preaches it, but nothing could be further from the truth. Sure, an incompetent, bumbling worker isn't going to get promoted, but merit is just the pre-requisite. What you need to have just so you won't get waved off like an annoying fly.

The rest is connections. The higher the better, as they pull you up the ladder, with no one able to argue with their decision. You become part of their sphere, untouchable so long as you remain their favorite. It's the simplest way to rise.

It's also the one you have no control over.

Because once an exec picks you, you become theirs. It's the first rule of management: Take what you want.

I had just finished my presentation when I noticed him. A streak of grey in his hair, intense sky-blue eyes, impeccably dressed in a three-piece suit while everyone else (sans me) wore business casual, and an air of authority. Dante Rhodes, Executive Vice President of Strategy and Development and next in line to be CEO, was a commanding presence in any scenario, and when he stood up at his full 6 foot 4 inches, he towered over others.

He rose from his seat.

"Ken, thank you for your hard work." His words rippled across the conference room, and I glanced back at my slide to remind myself where I was. Right. Presenting the results of a two-month analysis on a market we'd failed twice to penetrate. I bowed my head in thanks and wrapped up with "I would be happy to answer anyone's questions."

Fifteen minutes of discussion followed, where I allayed the various concerns that the Strategy, Operations, and Finance teams had. Yes, partnering with domestic firms would gain us a foothold into the Asia-Pacific markets. We could guarantee a recovery of expenses before the partner firm made a profit, and milestone profit sharing margins would guarantee their commitment to promoting the joint venture. If our branding was in equal prominence on the joint product, we could measure an increased name recognition and wind down the partnership... To be fair, all good questions, but having spent four days preparing for this talk, it was too easy.

All while a pair of stunning blue eyes were burning a hole in my suit.

The presentation that I started 11:30 didn't finish discussion until nearly 1pm, and the questions died off just as much because of hunger as because I already had the answers. After a round of thank-yous, the conference room cleared out, and I packed up my briefcase before following them.

"Heading off to lunch?" Dante Rhodes smirked as I exited the meeting room. "Great presentation, by the way. Perhaps we'll finally get some decent market share in China."

I smiled back. "Thank you, Sir. I really appreciate that, coming from you." I looked up at his infectious grin. At 6'1", I'm hardly short, but somehow the few inches made a world of difference. I stuck out my hand. "I don't know if we've formally met yet, but I'm Ken Hayashi, a Financial Associate." After two years of slaving away, I'd finally gotten the promotion from Analyst, and I was damn proud of the new title.

Mr. Rhodes shot out his hand to grab mine, crushing it in his grip. "Dante Rhodes, and I think you already know my title," he winked. "Are you on your way to lunch," he queried.

"Yes, I was just about to head out."

His grin widened. "Come with me. I had plans to meet someone at The Grid, but he bailed, and I've still got the reservations." His arm sneaked around my shoulders as he led me to the elevators and pressed for the ground floor.

The Grid was the premier business lunch and dinner restaurant in the financial district, having been founded some years prior by a banking executive who retired early to pursue his culinary passion. As the story went, coworkers at his former firm made it an unofficial policy to bring all their clients there, and it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. The Grid was the premier restaurant because people went there, and people went there because it had the premier reputation. Additional chefs were hired to round out the menu, and so the restaurant acquired the quality necessary to stay on top. Reservations had to be made two weeks in advance, though if one was suddenly cancelled, the right connections could snag it.

Dante Rhodes was exactly that kind of connection. The maître d' bowed to him in recognition as we entered through the doors, and a twenty-something waitress, clearly fashion model material, led us to our table. Rumor had it that the restaurant only hired attractive Ivy League graduates who either wanted to get a break from work or to gain connections to The Grid's assortment of patrons. After handing out the menus, the waitress gave an unsubtle once-over to Mr. Rhodes and then left us.

I looked up from my menu to meet Mr. Rhodes's stare, liquid blue orbs trapping me in place. "So Ken, tell me about yourself. How long have you been with the firm?"

"Two years as of July." It was September now. "I joined right after graduation."

"Where from?"

"U Chicago."

"Really? You strike me as a Harvard-type kid."

"I visited, but I didn't get the sense that it was for me." I cocked my head.

"So instead you went to the college where fun goes to die," Dante cracked a smirk at his own joke, and I could do nothing but respond in kind. "They graded us on being buzzkills."

Mr. Rhodes whipped his head back and let rip a hearty laugh. "We'll see if we can train that out of you!" He winked. "Clearly you're still capable of taking a joke, so we've got something to start with."

My face reddens. "Of course, Mr. Rhodes."

He leans over and gives me a serious look. "Honestly, Ken, you have a lot of potential, and it would be a shame not to see you thrive. What you presented today tells me that you already have the technical skills down, and you're definitely capable of learning the communications and management skills to rise up. I'd love to guide you there."

The waitress makes an ill-timed appearance to serve our drinks. She gives another slow once-over to Mr. Rhodes, but he quirks an eyebrow and waves her off after she's taken our orders.

I return to his question. "I...I would be honored, Mr. Rhodes. You have no idea how much I'd appreciate it." My cheeks are burning red, and judging from the grin on Rhodes's face, he knows it.

"I'm glad to hear it, Ken. Just realize that this will be an all-encompassing guidance, even outside the office. We need to have a strong relationship for this to work. Understood?" I nodded. "Of course."

He clapped. "Wonderful! Then your first lesson is to call me Dante. I may be your senior, kiddo, but I'm not that old." It was true. For all that he'd reached the highest pinnacle of the corporate hierarchy, Dante Rhodes was still barely pushing 40. His streak of gray hair was genetic, according to the office gossip, and he relentlessly stayed in shape, keeping a young body that filled out his suits well. Office ladies spared no details, and Ken had the misfortune of having his desk surrounded by them.

As he raised an eyebrow, I realized that I was staring aimlessly and snapped out of it. "Sure thing, Dante." I tried the name out. The name rolled off my tongue, infused with power and authority.

The waitress returned again with out entrees, this time barely giving Dante a glance and instead angling her cleavage in front of my face as she set my plate down. With a flirty glance, she sauntered off, and I gave Dante a save me look.

The bastard just laughed. "You do know why the servers choose to work here, right?" I didn't respond quickly enough, and he continued: "they need to find an in for a company, so they try to attract their patrons' attention for a less professional...mentorship." I widened my eyes. "You mean..." "Yes, a sugar daddy. Not that it's any use on me. She doesn't know the number one rule of management." Dante leaned over to the center of the table, and I copied him. He whispered into my ear, "things don't come to you. Find what you want and take it," his low bass tones sending a shiver down my spine. "The corollary is that only management takes. The rest simply receives." He flashed a smirk.

"Of course, she seems to have decided to go after you too. Give yourself five, ten years, and you could be in a position to help that little lady out," he said, still smirking.

"Not interested," I ruled flatly, making a disgusted face. Dante laughed, sending further shivers through me. "Good answer," he commended me. "You're a little too low on the org chart to be thinking with any head besides this one," he tapped his skull. "Of course, I'm not, and I take great pleasure in that."

My cheeks burned hotly at Dante's remark. Oh god. I didn't expect him to make such a sexual joke. My friends had never really done that. We'd never talked about sex and relationships, even James, who'd had a steady girlfriend throughout undergrad. While I'd had a couple experiences, I spent most of U Chicago without looking, or being interested in sex. To have Dante, a mountain of a man, huge in stature and reputation and probably having scored with women more than I could count, tell me that was surreal.

I averted my eyes and stared at the plate, not willing to face him. "You don't have to worry, Sir."

"Well, we'll spend some time together and see." I looked up, puzzled, only for Dante to give another wink. "Besides, anyone can take that path, whether they intended to or not. Working from the inside has an advantage: you're already there. It's just a matter of getting a top-level executive to take an interest in you."

No. He couldn't mean...

"Shall we head back?" He asked. I checked my watch. Good lord, we'd already been here for an hour! "Yes, let's," I piped back, eager to change the subject. Dante rose, and outstretched his hand to me. It was large and warm. I had smaller hands, with thin, long pianist's fingers. Dante's seemed like they could simply close a fist and completely consume mine.

I rose. Dante was in my personal space. I began to step back, but his arm wrapped around my shoulders again as he led me out of the restaurant. "Wait! Did we settle the bill?" I sputtered.

His arm squeezed my shoulders as he turned and gave an up-close wink. I swallowed. "They have my card on file," he promised. "More importantly, are those leather shoes I see? And a leather band for your watch? You have good taste," he noted with a lilt in his voice.

"I like the feel of leather," I replied. "It's quite comfortable..." I trailed off at Dante's appraising look.

He morphed into a sly smirk. "That's quite bold of you, Ken. To know that you're into that..." My face burned bright and hot at his teasing. The way I spoke, it certainly did sound like that, didn't it?

"Don't worry," he squeezed my shoulders. "Everything I see just makes me like you more and more. By the time I'm through with you, will I have seen all of you?" I thought my face would be permanently red when I was around him. "Perhaps I'll have to buy you some leather as well, since it suits you so well. You can call me 'Sir' if you want, of course." Another shade redder.

We reached the office building and had an elevator to ourselves, me getting off on the floor below him. As the elevator door opened, he called out, "Ken, meet me at 5:30pm in my office. We'll grab dinner and discuss your professional development more." I nodded as the doors closed again and returned to my desk, where luckily the office gossip ladies were on break. It was a good chance to catch up on work; the entire morning had been blocked off for presentation preparations.

I read, replied to, and deleted my backlog of 23 emails in silence, and a new messaged arrived in my inbox just as I finished. The sender was an unfamiliar HR rep, with the subject "URGENT: Position Reassignment Pending"

Dear Ken,

Congratulations! Your transfer request to the Strategy & Development group as a Senior Strategic Associate II is currently being reviewed and processed. You will report to Dante Rhodes, EVP of Strategy & Development. Please allow up to 3 business days for this to complete, at which point you will be contacted to finalize your new office location, position responsibilities and changes to compensation.

Sincerely Yours -

"You didn't tell me that you were transferring!" A shrill voice forced me to look up. Esther, a 30-something coworker, hugged my neck as she read over my shoulder. Her perfume, a sickly sweet scent that she loved, surrounded my desk. "When's the move?!" I subtly leaned out of her embrace, trying to steal a breath of fresh air.

"According to this email, sometime next week." What else could I say? That Dante Rhodes could change someone's job title within fifteen minutes of getting off an elevator was startling, but I wasn't about to complain. "It's come as a surprise to me too, Esther."

"Take care of yourself, okay?" She wore a troubled expression, almost pitying me. "There are a lot of rumors about Dante Rhodes. He's a great person to work under, but apparently, his last three PAs all quit suddenly."

"Everyone else raves about him, but according to the office gossip, each of them approached him for a relationship and got violently turned down. They couldn't even find jobs in the city," she continued.

My eyes widened. "I'm surprised that they would try that, given company policies on fraternization."

Esther sighs. "Mr. Rhodes supposedly hasn't had a steady girlfriend in company memory. According to ladies' room gossip, he's the most eligible bachelor in the firm. His salary breaks seven figures, he has twice that in stock options, and he's going places. The lady who gets his attention will have her life changed."

Dante's words from lunch rang in my head. "the number one rule of management: things don't come to you. Find what you want and take it." I looked to Esther. "Perhaps he doesn't like being propositioned," I suggested.

She shrugged. "I guess it doesn't matter. It's not like you'd try to do that!" She laughed, and I chuckled with her. I realized that I was gay in college and had one brief fling, but relationships and sex had always taken a backseat in my life. Perhaps Dante had just been teasing me, just because of The Grid's atmosphere. Or he had uncanny gaydar.

"Only an idiot would approach their boss for sex, company policies on fraternization notwithstanding," I respond.

***

At 5:25, I received a new email:

See you in five in the lobby. Dinner (Thai takeout) and drinks at my place.

• Dante

I shook my head in exasperation, but began packing up anyway. I didn't know if I would ever understand how Dante put together plans for an employee he'd just met mere hours prior. Nonetheless, he'd put together the effort, and I could appreciate that.

I logged out of my workstation and filled up my briefcase, briskly making my way to the elevator. Within seconds of pressing the button, a set of doors opened to reveal Dante. He grinned. "Perfect timing, Ken!"

We made a brief stop at a Thai place, Dante apologizing for having ordered a handful of dishes without consulting me, before walking the handful of blocks to his apartment complex.

"You're just as handsome as I recall from lunch. I snagged a real catch with you," he remarked as we left the restaurant. He really does mean...

"Thank you, Dante, but I think most people would say I'm the lucky one here." My head turned to view his profile as we walked. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and I felt small against him.

"Don't be silly boy! Getting an aide who's not only supremely confident, but incredibly cute and well-dressed to boot? I'm the one coming out on top here," he assured as my face burned.

"You don't mind if I call you boy, do you?" I reddened further, but shook my head. "As someone with two decades fewer notched on your belt, you strike me as innocent. Cute."

He leaned in and whispered to my ear, "I'd love to help you lose that innocence, though." I swallowed hard and my pants suddenly felt tighter. I moved my briefcase in front of me to cover it, despite his amused chuckles.

"Tell me, Ken, do you have a significant other?" I shook my head furiously. "No? That's good. Like I told you," he pulled me into him and whispered, "we need a strong relationship, and this will be all-encompassing."

I was saved from replying when we arrived to his apartment complex. He swiped us inside, and an elevator was waiting to take us up. He pressed the top button and pressed me against the wall, his frame towering over mine. "Ken," he whispered in a gravelly tone. "When we get to my apartment, go freshen up in the bathroom. There are two travel kits, a black one and a red one. You'll know which one to use, and which to bring out for me." I nodded, my pants straining with him so close, just inches away...

The doors opened, and I nearly stumbled as Dante pulled me through, effortlessly opening his apartment and ushering me in. I took a few moments to appreciate his place as he closed the door behind me. One wall was a floor to ceiling window, with a view of the city skyscrapers. The décor was mainly hardwood floor paneling and white walls, with lithographs of mountains and rivers interspersed. A breakfast counter separated off the kitchen, with a dark wood dinner table and chairs. Two black leather couches crowded around a glass coffee table, and in the far corner...there seemed to be doors to the bathroom and bedroom.

Hands sneaked around my middle and a hard chest pressed against my back. "Why don't you go freshen up while I set the table?" Dante laughed as I scurried out of his hold toward the bathroom, where I shut and locked the door, letting out a ragged breath as I realized my heart was racing.

I dropped my hands onto the marble countertop and noticed myself in the mirror. I took a good, long look. As a hafu - my mother Japanese and my father American - I had a Japanese complexion but with some Western features. Short, spike black hair, large hazel eyes, a rounder face, and smooth, cool skin. I'd been told by several in college that it was the best of both worlds, but I had never given much thought to it.

"Incredibly cute and well-dressed to boot." I could concede my looks - I'd even managed to attain a six-pack after months of effort - and I wore a three-piece gray suit with a gray-and-blue striped tie.

"I'd love to help you lose that innocence," his words rang in my ear. I let out a gasp as I felt my butt clench in response. Oh god, did I really want that?! Could I? My first time, with Dante Rhodes?!

"Go freshen up...there are two travel kits...you'll know which one to use." I bent down and spotted them. I lay them both on the counter and opened them. The black one contained a row of dildos in every color, size, and material imaginable. Some were of a skin-like material and color, others a clear glass or silver metal, and even a few black ones that felt like silicone. My butt tensed as I saw them, clearly thinking about where they'd be going. I guess I really do want this.

I opened the red kit with trembling fingers, though if it was nervousness or excitement, I couldn't tell. Inside lay a blue bulb, a small tube of lubricant, and a few bottles of an enema solution. I swallowed, knowing this was what Dante had meant. I kicked off my shoes and undid my belt, sliding off my pants and boxer briefs with twitching fingers. My ass was practically tingling. I squeezed a small dollop of the lubricant onto two fingers, swabbing them on my hole, with one fingertip almost getting sucked in (!) before I wiped the rest off on my thigh. I then filled up the bulb with the contents of the enema solution, lubricated the tip, and slowly pressed it in.