The American Way

The American Way – Genius

By Randall Austin

Short Story

(A note from the author – The first part of `The American Way' was a stand-alone piece, and I had no intention of it being a multi-part story.

This installment of The American Way'; The American Way - Eating Apples' continues with the themes and events developed in the first part. It too can stand alone.

The next installment of The American Way'; The American Way – A New Direction' continues with the themes and events developed in the first part. It too can stand alone.

The next installment of The American Way'; The American Way – Processing Day Hassles' continues with the themes and events developed in the first part. It too can stand alone.

The last installment of The American Way'; The American Way – Genius' continues with the themes and events developed in the first part. It too can stand alone.)

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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

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