Chapter 10
Marvie sat in the big oval office. She was nervous and tried to keep from biting her nails. She had her hair cut very shaggy and was wearing the new clothes she and Phil had picked out for her. Platform shoes, a mid-thigh slit skirt, a Forties padded shoulder blouse, and a scarf on her hair. Finally the secretary picked up the phone and said, "Miss Martin, you may go in now. Mr. Townes is expecting you."
"Hello, Marvie!" Greg Townes greeted her as she walked in the door. He was an older man, reminding Marvie of Mr. McIniss, with a big cigar in his mouth and a semibalding head. He didn't look like the head of the largest modeling agency in the world. The walls were lined with pictures of famous models and a few nudes.
"How do you do?" Marvie said, as she sat in a soft chair across from his desk.
"Cigarette?" he asked.
"No, thank you."
"Mark's told me you're really something else. When'd you decide you wanted to be a model?" He leaned back in his chair and stopped short of putting his feet on the desk. Marvie hated him immediately.
"Since I was a little girl. I come from a small town and there's not much opportunity to model there other than the ladies' club luncheon or the high school fashion show."
He laughed. "Shit, the big city is where it happens. You're in good hands!"
Marvie smiled. "I hope so. Would you like to see my pictures?"
"Sure," he said, stuffing out his cigar on the desk ashtray. He got up-she could notice a big belly sticking over the top of his trousers-and sat in the chair near her. She handed him the portfolio.
The pictures were stunning. Phil was a good photographer and he had put all his time and effort into doing a good job for her.
"Hmmm," Greg Townes said, looking at the photos. "Phillip Whitney, huh? He's a damn good photographer. Damn good. And you're damn good-looking."
She watched him as he looked through the pictures, every now and then glancing back at her, pulling a few of them from the portfolio. Finally he asked, "Do you have any nudes?"
"Nudes?" Marvie didn't think she would need them.
"Yeah, nudes," he repeated rather gruffly.
"I have some, but I didn't bring them. We took them just for fun." She suddenly felt nervous again.
"Then would you take all your clothes off and let me look at you? You can use my private bathroom there if you want to."
Marvie just looked at him and blushed. She didn't want this dirty old man looking at her naked body, but then too she didn't want to lose out on a career. She stood up and took her purse into the bathroom. In a minute she emerged naked except for her panties. She didn't think there was any reason he would want to see her pussy.
"Come out here in the light," Greg said as he looked at her with obvious delight. "Yeah, you're really fine. Damn beautiful tits. Now lemme see your cunt."
"Mr. Townes, I don't-"
"I WANNA SEE YOUR CUNT!"
Marvie pulled her panties down and slid them off her body. Oh, what the hell, she thought, she was good-looking and she didn't mind showing off her pussy. Especially if it would get her a job.
"Damn nice pussy, lotsa hair," he said, still sitting on the chair. He motioned for her to come to him and she did. He reached out and stroked the fur on her mound and grabbed his crotch through his pants. "You're gonna go far, if you stick with me."
Then he got up and clicked his phone and the voice of the secretary said, "Yes, Mr. Townes?"
"Cancel the rest of the appointments for the afternoon. And don't disturb us with anything." CLICK.
Marvie's eyes looked frightened. What had she gotten herself into?
"Mr. Townes, may I put my clothes back on?" Marvie asked quietly.
"No, but you can take mine off if you want," he said, glaring at her.
"I do not want." She started to retreat to the bathroom. He jumped up and twisted her around.
"Listen, CUNT! You're just like all the other broads who come in here! You want a job but you don't wanna work for it. Well, you wanna model, you do what I say. I can make you the biggest thing next year, and I'll do it too, if you do what I want. You're no better than anyone else, you're all a dime a dozen. So you're lucky I'm choosing you. I like your pussy."
Marvie gasped and tried to pull away from him. He held tight and she shouted.
"That won't do you any good, the door's locked and it's soundproof. Now get down on your knees and open my pants."
"No, you bastard! I don't need to do this shit; there are other agencies in town!" She desperately tried to pull away. He was hurting her arm.
"I'll call every one of them and spread your name around so fast that you'll be blackballed. You won't work anywhere except in your small fucking town."
He twisted her arm and flung her to the floor. She hit her head on the side of his desk. The pain made her realize she had better do what he asked, she had no choice at this point.
"Take off my pants, slut," he ordered. She knelt in front of him, feeling naked and ashamed on the floor, and opened his belt. Then she pulled his zipper down and unfastened his pants. They fell to his knees and she pulled them down to the floor. His socks were held up with garters and she almost laughed at the ridiculous sight he made, standing there in his boxer shorts with his garters showing and his pants crumpled up around his feet.
"The shoes," he mumbled, and Marvie took off his shoes, then pants, and finally unfastened the garters and pulled his socks off. Then, shaking, she pulled his shorts down to the floor and stared at this cock. It was old and shriveled and small. He grabbed it and pulled on it and told her to get it hard.
She took it in her hands and played with it. She was hoping he wasn't going to make her put it in her mouth, when he said, "Suck on it, give a nice blow job!"
She almost gagged as she took the man's horrible penis in her lips, She tried to pretend it was Phil's or Doug's, but the size difference was just too great. She sucked on the little member until she finally felt it starting to lengthen. Finally, it was hard, still only half the size of Phil's cock, and it bent to one side, which she thought was strange.
"Suck me off, baby! You're good!" He shouted at her as he planted his feet into the carpeting. He thrust his fat hips forward and lifted his shirt and tie so he could see her head moving back and forth on his penis.
Marvie moaned and closed her eyes, trying to make the best of it. He was sweating and pumping and making all kinds of noises, trying to come. She grabbed his balls, hoping that would help, but he still couldn't make it. She was so tired and so mad she wanted to bite hard and run.
Finally, he removed his coat and shirt and tie, and then his undershirt, and stood naked while she continued sucking on his cock. She had been working on it for almost ten minutes now. Her mouth ached and she looked up for permission to breathe.
"SUCK HARD! Goddammit! HARD!" He was blaming it on her, but she knew she was doing her best. She could bring a guy to climax in a minute, she was so good, Phil had told her so and so had Mark. Damn, this old fart couldn't come with anyone sucking on his cock!
Finally, Marvie pulled away and took a deep breath. He grabbed her by the hair and said, "Hey, what's the idea? Suck me off, I wanna come in your mouth, you cunt!"
She went back to his cock, tears streaming from her eyes, his hand still pulling her hair. She didn't know what to do-she knew he wasn't going to come, but he didn't know that.
Then he gave up. Marvie sat back and rubbed her chin. She thought her face was going to fall off! He came down to the floor and stuck his head between her legs and started kissing her pussy lips. Marvie let him and even felt a few good sensations from it, but she dreaded what was to come.
"Lemme fuck you," he growled, pushing her onto her back. She had feared it, but there was nothing she could do in such a helpless situation. She wanted to run and cry and find Phil's protective arms, but she knew she couldn't. If he could come, he would be pleased and would get her work. But if he couldn't, what would happen then?
He slammed his body atop hers and fitted his small cock in her pussy lips. She couldn't even feel it-it was as if a finger had slid up there. She was so used to Phil's big cock and Mark's enormous dick that anything smaller seemed like nothing.
"I'm gonna come in your cunt, you little hellcat! I'm gonna come like you never seen in your life!" She wondered, lying there under his sweating awful body, how he ever came to be the top model's agent in the country? He was so like Carlos, so like Punk. She started to cry again and all at once she felt terribly dirty, ashamed. How had she ever allowed herself to reach such a position? Her life in the big city was becoming a nightmare and she wanted out.
Greg banged up and down on her. She closed her eyes, felt his huge belly, sniffed the terrible smell, heard his groanings and mumblings. She wished he would come and get off her. She couldn't stand his weight, couldn't stand his face above hers.
"I'm gonna fuck you, little bitch! I'm gonna come!" He slammed his cock in and out of her cunt as fast as he could, trying desperately to reach a climax. Then he hit her-SLAP!- against the side of her face, shouting, "Make me come you little bitch! Make my cock come!"
"Please, no ... "Marvie was near hysteria by this time. Tears poured down her face and she found it difficult breathing with the heavy man on top of her. She felt the pain on the side of her face and she wanted to die.
"Goddamn bitch, what good are ya?" he shouted as he finally pulled his cock out of her pussy. He knelt next to her and rapidly beat it up and down in his hand, stuffing his other hand up her pussy, pressing with his fingers till it actually hurt Marvie.
Then, all of a sudden, he came and his small jets of sperm shot out over her stomach and breasts. She was thankful it finally happened, but she couldn't bring herself to stop crying. She wanted the nightmare to end.
She couldn't remember clearly, but she knew she got to the bathroom and dressed, and he did the same in the office. When she walked out, clutching her purse to her side, and picked up her portfolio from the chair, she turned to go out the door without a word.
"I'll see you Monday, then," he said to her from behind the desk, as if nothing had happened.
Marvie turned around, amazed. "What?"
"We'll get you set up, get you a few interviews, have the representation papers to sign. Then maybe you and I can go up to my apartment and spend a few hours."
Marvie couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had had enough of this vile, terrible man, and she wasn't going to be foolish enough to listen to him. She had just learned the price for a modeling career, a price she was unwilling to pay. Maybe some other foolish girl, but not her.
She walked up to his desk, leaned over as if to kiss him, and slapped her hand across the side of his face as hard as she could, with all the might in her body. He sat there in stunned silence, rubbing the side of his face as she stood up and straightened her blouse. Then, taking careful aim, almost impulsively, she spit directly between his eyes.
She turned and walked out of the office, never to return. She felt good. She had made a decision and she had carried it out. Now she could go to Phil and rest and cry if she needed to. She needed him now more than ever.