Chapter 7
Soon we arrived at Whiteside. Before us was the rambling villa of the illustrious Mrs. Bayer.
We entered a decorated salon exquisitely designed in the latest style. Fine porcelain and expensive fabrics covered the walls and tables.
Besides George and myself and Mrs. Bayer there was the husband of our hostess, Mr. Bayer. He was much younger than she and he resembled a gigolo. He was tall, thin and blond and dressed in tweeds. He greeted us with one of the models who had demonstrated some delicate lingerie.
We entered a great ball room and there we saw the stars of the show. This time the girls were elegantly dressed in the best garb. They were exceedingly attractive. It was a wonderful feeling being among all those lovely creatures. George and myself were not victims of prejudice and it did not matter if we were in the company of elite or the working class.
I must say that the working class in this case was a joy to behold.
Madame Bayer brought me to the center of the group of models and then she questioned them.
"How do you find her, girls?" she pointed at me. "I'm planning on making a new model of her."
The girls were not catty about it, as I would normally have thought they would be. Many of them cheered the idea and it made me feel quite comfortable to see so many of these beauties on my side.
"But we would like to see what she really looks like," suggested a red-head. All her comrades agreed that this was necessary.
"You won't mind getting undressed would you?" proposed Mrs. Bayer.
I looked them all over and I must have reddened a little.
"In front of Mr. Bayer?" I asked
"Oh don't worry about Alan, he is used to such things. He helps me undress the mannequins in the shop," Mrs. Bayer informed me.
"And besides he prefers the strong sex and is quite indifferent to the weak sex," Mrs. Bayer winked.
She kissed me on the cheek in order to encourage me and show that she had a certain affection for me. Her odor penetrated me and made me rather drunk.
Before I had a chance to return to my senses, she began to unbutton my dress. Madame Bayer pleased me so much that I think that I would be capable of doing anything for her. It was impossible to resist her demands, she fed me with such an ardent desire.
Her adept fingers made me tremble and I felt my dress slip to the floor. I was in front of everyone, almost naked except for my transparent slip. I noticed that my hostess had a strange look in her eyes as though she had plunged into an exotic dream. She peeled off my slip and since I never wore any bra or girdle, I was soon completely naked.
My admirers showed interest.
"What an adorable throat!" Madame Bayer exclaimed on leaning toward my breasts and embracing each one.
"Turn around," she asked. "Walk around a bit. Lean back a little and spread your legs," she commanded admirably.
I obeyed without thinking.
She came close to me and rubbed my skin to try to get acquainted. She started to bite the nipples of my teats. Her perfume was delicious and I thought that I could not have chosen a better companion than this grand dame. She checked me over under her keen eye to make sure that all I had was my own. Nothing could get by this woman who had eyes for the trade and probably other things besides.
Her hands slid over my belly, and I detected that she started to lower her hand toward my pussy fleece but she decided against it. She didn't want to be too hasty. I regretted that she didn't go any further even if it would have been in front of her entire personnel. Her very touch thrilled me and I felt my head spin with desire.
"Well girls, does she please you?" she asked sincerely. The response was favorable. They all seemed to agree that I had an excellent body and that it should be displayed.
"I would like to find out where we can fit her in. Please girls, I should like to make a request. Undress yourselves and let me see where she could fit in." She hustled the girls off and waited for them to come back in the nude.
The girls were amused and they departed laughing. They had no qualms in obeying their queenly boss. They took off their dresses and the room was filled with lovely odors and tissue seemed to fly in the air. It seemed like a Chinese festival, there was such a flood of color. Then all at once the bright fabrics dropped to the floor and several magnificent nude bodies stepped forth.
What superb forms and skin and flashes of pussy infiltered the room. Their breasts all stood up proudly and arrogantly. All the girls had something different about them. Madame Bayer indeed loved variety and I thanked her for that. There were blonds, brunettes, brownheads and redheads. An excellent array of young princesses. I loved them all. And now they were all bare except for the little triangular bush that covered their lower bellys.
We were like a group out of a girls school who were about to plunge into a great Hollywood swimming pool. No one was ashamed and there was no false modesty attached. Everyone seemed happy to be there. And if there were any men in the vicinity, well eyes would be popping out just to see this bevy of beauties.
But the mannequins were not only content in looking themselves over. They took active roles and paired off with one another. All the girls were in throes of caressing and embracing each other without concealing their inner passions.
They appeared to have the habit of this sort of relaxation and they used it in a superb manner. Tender names were spoken and they moved into secret corners of the room.
I noticed the lovely redhead creep up to the handsome brunette and cup her pussy and plunge a dart like tongue down her throat.
Their comrades took on the same throbbing love sensations and melted into the various nooks and crannies of the grand villa.
Our hostess and the two men were the only ones completely dressed. Their strangeness in this great room, where there were so many lovely bodies floating around, made them stand out in relief. The two men appeared calm and just seemed to drink in the fragrant air. I was thinking of one person and that was my future employer, Madame Bayer.
All the rest had no meaning for me. I scanned the lovely hostess who was hypnotizing my spirit. I wanted her and I needed her here in such a setting.