The park and the cafe, to think

The fresh air startled Isaac and by the time he had gone a dozen strides he wished he had thought to bring a jacket. Still, he was out now and a brisk walk would do him good and keep him warm. After the first block, he turned with no particular aim to go through the park, passing through the wrought iron gates and into the town's place of tranquility.

Or it would have been had he not been buzzed by young people on skates shouting to each other. He pushed on and paused after a while admiring lycra clad runners.

He had to stop himself from suggesting that they might want to suck his dick. It sucked, he considered, aware of the irony, that his powers of persuasion seemed to end at the front door of his office and he had no idea why or how to extend them.

A blonde walked by with an ass packed tightly into a pair of jeans. He wanted to tell her to come over here and let his newly swelling cock take her from behind. She seemed to feel him staring and looked over her shoulder but didn't seem to be annoyed by the attention. Isaac quickly looked away and hurried on though.

No, the only chance of having his cock in this beauty's ass he knew lay in somehow getting her to visit Persuasion Inc. The challenge really was in how to do that. How could he persuade anyone he met that they should visit his workplace and spend sufficient time in it to be susceptible to his suggestions.

He picked up the pace and left the park by the next exit and realized he was in a small retail strip with a few cafes. He was hungry! His deeper thoughts of dicking as many women as possible has driven such trivialities from his mind! Picking an eatery seemingly at random, he went in and found a small booth to himself. Moments later a waitress appeared and plopped a large plasticized menu on the table in front of him and announced in a lazy manner. "Soup today is minestrone", then turned and walked back to her station. Isaac followed her ass in her slow retreat. He would obviously need more people catering at work he thought.

He picked the phone from his pocket and hit the most frequently dialed number

"Yes sir?" came a polite, reserved answer.

"Hey Mrs Willis. Whats a good way of inviting people back to the office."

"I don't think I understand sir", came the measured reply from his secretary.

"A plausible reason. Just an excuse to invite people back. I want to invite uh," he paused, "runners, and waitresses and whoever else I bump into really".

"I see", came the slow measured reply. "And you don't want to suggest that they come back for any kind of sexual relations?"

"Hell no. We can discuss that when they get there", he said trying to keep his voice down.

"Well, sir, may I suggest you carry business cards that you could give out",

"uhuh", nodded Isaac "but why would a business card from a boss of an ad agency be interesting to someone who runs in the park, or a waitress serving burgers?"

"It doesn't have to say your the boss of an ad agency sir." said the PA, patiently spelling out the obvious.

"Holy fuck Willis. You're a genius!" he exclaimed as it dawned on him "Get me as many different ones as you can think of... and wear something hot. I want to fuck you when I get back!" and hung up. He was so excited by this idea that he almost left his burger and ran back to the office, but he knew his business cards would take a little while to print so he hung around and returned to observing the bored waitress. He did have to eat after all.

What would it take to get her interest he wondered while he waited.