Chapter 6
"I feel practically naked without panties," Mona said, grimacing as she stared across the office at Reid behind his desk. Reid glanced at his wristwatch. Lester Forbes and Winthrop Corey, the Wonder-Lift advertising men, were due to arrive in about ten minutes. Despite his experience, his stomach was fluttering inside like crazy. This presentation literally meant his job; the entire agency was waiting for the outcome. Still, he didn't want to coerce Mona.
"You don't have to go through with this if you don't want to, Mona," he said. "I mean it."
"No, I want to help you, Reid. I want to go through with it. I just feel funny not wearing panties with this miniskirt, that's all."
"Okay, let's try it again. You've unbuttoned your blouse and they're staring at your bare breasts, right? I'm still standing at the pedestal, talking about the visual aspect of the TV spot, but by now they're probably not listening to me. They're staring at you. Now, slowly and not too obviously, you cross your legs and give them a quick glance at your little fur-burger. It has to be slow, with your leg raised fairly high, but you can't seem too overly coquettish."
"Fur-burger?" Mona asked, puzzled.
"Sorry," Reid said. "I mean your pussy. Fur-burger's just a synonym for the same thing-you know, for the oral connoisseurs."
"Oh," Mona said. "Yes, of course. The cunt lappers."
"Precisely," Reid said. "Now shall we try it again?"
Mona did not remove her blouse during this rehearsal-that would come later-but she slowly crossed her legs. Even from a standing position they would be able to see her delicious little snatch, Reid concluded. "Excellent," he said. "Perfect. Do it just like that. Make sure Forbes gets a nice view. He's the one who actually makes the decisions. Corey's just a figurehead and goes along with whatever Forbes says, so you want to make sure he gets a good look at that nice little twat. Make him drool."
Reid went over to a picture of a huge sailing ship on the wall and tampered with the lower right hand corner. He tapped the spot, then seemingly satisfied, he returned to his desk and sat down and glanced at his watch again.
"What were you doing?" Mona asked.
"Just checking the peephole," he said. "I guess I didn't tell you. All the offices here at Luben's have them. Sometimes they're very valuable. While clients wait they often drop very useful information... What's on their minds that they won't openly tell you... How much they intend to spend on a campaign... If and what type of competition you're faced with. Yes, they're very useful. In fact, Mona, after I've made the presentation and you've dazzled them with your charms, I'm going to try and get Corey out of the office-take him on a tour of the place or something-so you and Forbes can be alone. I-I don't want you to do anything, of course, but-well, maybe he'll ask you out to dinner or something. I'm not suggesting that you prostitute yourself. I'm simply saying that you be nice to him. After the contract is signed, you can tell him to go screw himself. But for now-"
"Reid," Mona interrupted, her eyes narrow and a faint smile on her lovely mouth, "I told you. I'll do anything to insure your success with Wonder-Lift. And I meant it. Leave everything to me, will you? I'm a big girl now, remember?"
Reid sighed, mixed emotions warring within him. "Okay," he said. "I just hope you don't have to go too far."
Mona simply stared at him, amused. Finally, she said, "Are you going to be looking through the peep hole in the painting?"
"Yes, if I can stash Corey with Guthrie in the art department, I'll look in to see how things are going-so I'll know the best time to return."
Mona again smiled. It was a very mature, adult smile. "As you said, Reid, I hope I don't have to go too far. But the important thing right now is results, right? If I should have to-shall we say-go farther than anticipated, please don't be alarmed, darling. Remember, I'm a big girl and whatever I do is for you."
Reid stared at her, wondering just what she had on her mind. He was still wondering when the buzzer sounded on his intercom. He picked up the receiver and pushed down the lighted button. "Reid Hartley here," he said.
"A Mr. Forbes and a Mr. Corey to see you, sir," Myra's satin, purring voice announced.
"Please send them right up," Reid said.
It seemed an eternity before the two prosperous, well-dressed men appeared in the open doorway. Forbes had snow-white hair and was in his early fifties-tan, athletic-looking, the tennis type. Corey was short, plump, and nearly totally bald. They made quite a contrast-a kind of Mutt and Jeff team with Corey the "yes man" and Forbes the decision maker. Reid stood up and came around his desk smiling. "Gentlemen," he said. "Good to see you. Please sit down."
They each sat in leather chairs which Reid had arranged so that they view the pedestal chart on which he had drawn the visual part of his presentation as well as obtain a splendid view of Mona on the couch.
"Oh, excuse me, gentlemen," Reid said. "This is my personal secretary, Mona Seagram."
Mona smiled, nodding. Corey stood up to acknowledge the introduction. Forbes remained seated.
"Before we proceed further," Forbes said rather gruffly, "I feel it is only fair to tell you that we viewed a presentation by a rival advertising firm just yesterday. Frankly, we were impressed. They had even gone so far as to show films which would resemble the actual television commercial. I think you'll admit that's going considerably out of their way to please Wonder-Lift, at least in a preliminary meeting such as this."
"Yes, considerably out of their way," Corey echoed, nodding.
"Shut up, Corey," Forbes commanded. "I'm handling this."
"Yes, sir," Corey apologized, cowed.
"A film, eh?" Reid said, rising and walking to the pedestal chart. "Yes, that is going a bit far at this early stage. Well, I hope you'll extend Luben's the same courtesy I'm sure you extended our competitor while I illustrate what we have in mind to sell Wonder-Lift as it's never been sold before."
"Umm, yes. Well, we'll see," Forbes grunted. "Proceed."
Reid went into his routine-skillful patter as he turned the large sheets to drive home his points visually. He worked smoothly and professionally, as always, but he couldn't get out of his mind the fact that Wonder-Lift had gone to another agency first. The bastards must have contacted the other agency a long time ago, he thought. They had to, since the other agency had time to put together a film. Competing with a fucking film was no easy task, he knew, and he would have to sell as he had never sold before to win the Wonder-Lift account. Thank God for Mona. She might-just might-make the difference. He was nearing the crucial moment now.
"... and so gentlemen, there you have it. Our surveys clearly show that more and more women under age twenty-five are going braless... this is the Age of Youth... older women who naturally wish to emulate youth must turn to Wonder-Lift for that natural, braless look... and if those women under twenty-five can be convinced that the natural beauty and firmness of their breasts can be preserved by wearing Wonder-Lift and only Wonder-Lift, we've won the battle. That, of course, has been the traditional motivation for the purchase of the brassiere... I think you'll agree that the television commercial I've outlined is dramatic and unique. I've given a great deal of thought to this, gentlemen, and I'm convinced that this approach will rocket the sale of Wonder-Lift brassieres to an all-time high. Naturally, you have to make the decision as to whether Wonder-Lift is ready to move in a different direction from its unimaginative competition. I welcome your reaction to this carefully thought out campaign, gentlemen, and I'd sincerely welcome your reactions, comments, suggestions. Perhaps I've overlooked something."
Corey looked at Forbes and Forbes said, "Well, it is different. My only reservation is whether or not it's too "unique," as you put it. Mr. Hartley, the brassiere must still be marketed conservatively. Unfortunate, perhaps, but that's the fact of the matter. We do not turn to humor, for instance, in selling our product-I see that you were wise enough to omit that from your proposed campaign-and I'm not altogether certain that close-ups of jiggling, bra-less breasts in the marketing of brassieres is the best approach, at least at present. Neither am I convinced that the so-called 'braless look' should be held up as a thing to imitate or, for that matter, to be mentioned at all." Forbes paused, frowning. "I just don't know," he said. "The other agency took quite a different approach."
"I'm not too sure about it, either," Corey said.
"Oh, shut up," Forbes said. "You're not too sure about anything-ever!"
"Am I correct in assuming then," Reid said, "that we're either altogether right or altogether wrong? The other agency you refer to then has proposed a campaign that is traditional, safe, and pretty much like brassiere commercials that have been around for years?"
"I think that's a fair assumption," Forbes said directly. "Yes."
"I see," Reid said, dropping his arms to his sides for dramatic effect. There was a hint of discouragement mingled with disbelief on his furrowed brow. "Gentlemen," he said after long silence, "I suppose I must submit to your judgment. In the past, you have displayed wisdom again and again in selling Wonder-Lift. But I must say that in the past I have also displayed intuition and a keen knowledge that has sold products in a quantity beyond the manufacturers' wildest dreams! This is my business and I would stake my life on the success of the campaign I have just outlined for you! I am aware of the reasoning behind your reticence to accept this dynamic, new concept. I am aware that you fear criticism from certain areas-that the bulk of the brassiere buyers do not live in the more sophisticated areas of New York, Beverly Hills, etcetera. But this is a new era. People aren't thinking the way they used to think, even in the Midwest and the South. The breast is no longer the semi-taboo subject it once was. Let me make a point. Mona?"
Mona, as planned, seemed surprised to be included in the presentation. Hopefully, she would not have been-if Reid had been able to sell the campaign on its own merits. Now she seemed to be his only hope.
"Yes, Mr. Hartley?" she asked.
"I wonder if you'd assist me in making a dramatic point for these gentlemen."
"Certainly, Mr. Hartley. I'd be happy to."
"Good. Gentlemen, would you look at Mona there on the couch and tell me if she's wearing a brassiere?"
Mona's breasts, as always, stood out firm and true. She was not wearing a tight tee-shirt which would have made the fact that she wore no bra obvious. Instead, she wore a multi-colored blouse that buttoned down the front with ruffles on either side of the buttons.
"I-I really couldn't say," Forbes said. "Perhaps if she walked around a bit."
"Can't tell," Corey said. "Unless she walks around."
"Shut up!" Forbes said.
When both men once again returned their attention to luscious Mona, Mona slowly crossed her legs. Her furry little pussy, the vertical line of pink, beckoning lips, was tantalizingly visible for a moment. Both Forbes and Corey swallowed hard. So the competition showed films, Reid thought. Screw 'em. Show a man cunt and he forgets every film he's ever seen!
"Now Mona, would you remove your blouse for the gentlemen? You don't mind, do you?"
"Oh, no, Mr. Hartley. There's nothing wrong with bare breasts or brassieres. That kind of old-fashioned thinking went out ages ago!" Mona slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse, slipped out of it and sat displaying her firm, delicious tits for Forbes' and Corey's inspection. Both men's mouths hung open, their eyes glued to Mona's perfectly proportioned boobs. Forbes actually began salivating.
"Gentlemen, would you say that Miss Seagram's breasts are fairly representative of breasts throughout America today?"
"Uh-yes," Forbes said, wetting his lips. "Certainly. Umm-hmm. Very nice, indeed-I mean, yes, they're representative."
"Representative breasts," Corey said. "Yep."
"Mona, would you walk around for the gentlemen, please?" Mona slowly uncrossed her legs, again giving Forbes and Corey a splendid glimpse of her cunt. Then she paraded back and forth, like Miss America, only with her tits bare and bouncing.
"Notice how they jiggle and bob up and down, gentlemen?"
There was no answer-just heavy breathing.
Reid restrained his laughter. "Here, then, is a girl not wearing a bra. Here is a girl who attracts men because of her attractive bust line. Can you honestly say that older women whose breasts are not so firm and high would not envy such a fetching pair of breasts?"
"Yes, yes," Forbes said, drooling. "Older women would envy her breasts. Sure they would. Umm-hmm. Plenty of envy. Sure."
Forbes prick stood stiff and straight inside his pants, Reid noticed. Corey sat with his hands in his lap and a pained look on his round face.
"Now, Mona, would you please put on your Wonder-Lift bra?"
Mona sat down, crossing her legs and showing her cunt again; then she removed the brassiere from the sack beside her and, legs wide apart, reached behind and clasped the bra. It was one of the newer, more daring models which closely approximated the braless look. Forbes was visibly trembling as he stared at Mona's pussy.
"Now, if you'll just walk around a little more for these gentlemen and let them compare the bouncing of your breasts wearing a Wonder-Lift bra with the previous bounce while not wearing a Wonder-Lift bra."
Again, Mona paraded before Forbes and Corey, smiling and stopping and turning like a professional model as she went. "It's almost like wearing no bra at all," she cooed. "It's so comfy and nice and it doesn't irritate my nipples a bit." She grasped both of her breasts in her hands and jiggled them. "See?" she said. "They bounce just like before. Under a blouse, nobody could tell the difference, I bet."
Forbes emitted an involuntary moan and leaned forward for a still closer view. "Just the same," he intoned. "They... bounce... just... just the same... yes they do--"
"Same bounce," Corey agreed.
"Thank you, Mona. So you see, gentlemen, women-old or young, with or without the assets Miss Seagram possesses-can have that natural look that we've agreed is desirable and attractive in a woman of any age, providing she wears a Wonder-Lift bra."
Forbes looked at Reid with new eyes. "Yes, yes, I think I'm beginning to see your point, Mr. Hartley. Very dramatically presented, too, I must say. The only thing is-"
Reid knew that the time was right for closing the deal. Forbes was almost won over, but Reid didn't want any more objections. In order to be absolutely certain, he would have to rely on Mona. Quickly, he reached for Corey's arm and lifted him from the chair.
"Gentlemen, I'd like to take you one at a time to our art department and show you some of the preliminary sketches our director has made for newspaper and magazine ads. I think you'll be impressed. Mr. Corey, please come with me." Corey stood up and they went to the door. Reid paused there. Forbes still stared lustfully at Mona in her Wonder-Lift bra. Also, her legs were slightly apart which increased his interest.
"I suggest you study the freedom your own product provides a young lady, Mr. Forbes, and I think you'll agree that the braless aspect of the proposed campaign has considerable merit Mr. Forbes?"
"Yes, that's an excellent idea. You go ahead and look over the newspaper and magazine ads while I-uh-study the braless idea on this young lady. Strange, we designed this bra for that purpose but I seem entirely to have forgotten the point. Yes, this is an eye-opener all right. You go on ahead, Corey. Take your time... yes-"
Reid winked at Mona, then led Corey down the hall to the art department. There, he turned the "yes man" over to Jules Guthrie, excused himself and went to the small room adjoining his office where he could look through the peep hole. Already Forbes was sitting on the couch next to Mona, asking her questions about the bra and how it felt. He reached out and tugged at the elastic straps. "No discomfort, eh?" he asked.
"None at all, Mr. Forbes," Mona replied naively. "Yes, if I were going to wear a bra it would be a Wonder-Lift. Yes sir. Here, put your hand inside the cup and feel how little pressure there is against my--my nipples." She paused. "Oh, I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't be so-so outspoken and everything. It's just that I keep forgetting people are all hung up about girls' breasts, and I'm so excited about these Wonder-Lift brassieres!"
"That's all right, dear," Forbes panted. "Perfectly okay. This is research." He dipped his hand into the bra and cupped her breast. "Research... research," he muttered. "Yes, I see what you mean. Very little pressure there. Uh-take the bra off again, will you? I want to make sure this bra is typical and-and that you're-you're not built differently or anything."
Mona took the bra off and Forbes bent so that his face was not more than an inch away from her right nipple. His prick stood up very straight now and there was a wet spot where its head pressed against his fly.
"Now that we're all alone," Mona said, "this seems different. It's as though I were with my boyfriend or something. You know? I feel all slippery and excited because you're looking at my titties this way. I know this is supposed to be strictly business, but-" She broke off suddenly and crushed Forbes head to her nipple. His response was something to see. His cock jumped inside his pants and he grabbed both of Mona's tits and began fondling and massaging as his mouth sucked hard at her nipples. It was as though he'd suddenly gone insane with desire.
"They-they won't be back for quite a while, Mr. Forbes. Would you mind if I locked the door?" Without waiting for an answer, she went over and pressed the lock button, then returned and lay back on the couch.
Now Forbes was all over her, kneeling on the floor and lapping madly at Mona's twin ivory mounds. "Mr. Forbes?" Mona said.
"Call me Lester," he gasped.
"Okay. Lester, there's another place that doesn't have anything to do with Wonder-Lift, but-but it's getting awfully wet and it-it wants you to rub it, too. My pussy is all wet, Lester. It wants you... it wants you, Lester."
Lester Forbes seemed about to go into a convulsion now as he slowly lowered his hand to Mona's knees, parted her smooth legs and then inched his hand up to her waiting, juicy slit. He sucked on Mona's boobies and began finger-fucking her as his mouth worked. "A little higher, Lester-on my tingle button. Yes... oh, that's it... ummm."
Mona reached down and unzipped Forbes' fly now and let his throbbing meat monster burst free. "You have such a nice big thing, Mr. Forbes-I mean, Lester-and it's all wet and ready to do something to me, isn't it?"
Suddenly, Forbes raised Mona's miniskirt, stared enraptured at her parted legs and her tight little twat, and dived for the furry target. He grunted and groaned loudly as he draped her legs over his shoulders and began lapping greedily at her cunt. Once a long time ago, Reid had seen a bear devouring a honey comb in the forest. But that bear was nothing compared to Forbes munching and gorging himself on Mona's delicious crotch. Forbes had one paw on top of her pubic mound and the other under her pumping ass, holding on as though he were afraid that tasty tight snatch might somehow get away from his hungry lips. He snorted, he snarled, he lapped and laved at Mona's cunt and rectum. Reid wondered if he intended to eat her alive! Finally, though, his face dripping wet, he climbed up on top of Mona, whose legs were spread wide invitingly and started to mount her.
Mona stopped him then. "I-I'm so excited Lester," she said, "but I-I feel disloyal to my boss. This is supposed to be business. I'm supposed to help him and-well, if you don't give him the job of selling Wonder-Lift for you I'll-I'll just feel terrible." Slyly, Mona feigned crying and began closing her legs.
"Don't worry... spread 'em apart... oh, spread your legs apart... I promise... Luben's will handle our account... promise."
"Oh, Lester!" she cried gratefully. "Are you sure? You wouldn't lie to a girl, would you?"
"No... no... spread 'em apart now... gotta fuck you."
"Okay," Mona said. "As long as you promise."
Mona spread her legs so that Forbes could mount her. Still grunting like a bear, he shoved his remarkably firm erection (he was no youngster) without delay into Mona's waiting cunt. Watching, again Reid felt mixed emotions. With difficulty, he had to remind himself that Mona was doing this for him, that probably she wasn't even enjoying herself. But if she weren't enjoying herself, she certainly was a remarkable actress! Academy Award material!
As he watched and listened to her murmuring in Forbes' ear as the executive's ass pumped hard, bouncing his cock in and out of her honey nest, he kept telling himself that her motive was to make him come quick and get the distasteful scene over with, but he found himself wanting to run into the room and pull the bastard off his woman.
"Fuck me, Lester. Oh, you fuck so beautifully, Lester. Umm, umm, umm. Stick your hard prick way up in my pussy. Oh, that feels so good, Lester... ummmmmm."
Goddam it, Reid thought. She didn't have to go that far! Hurry up and come and sign our contract, you dirty sonofabitch!
Forbes was propped upon both elbows now while his cock continued to plunge mercilessly into Mona's tight twat. Watching, Reid clenched and unclenched his fists, knowing full well the tightness and heat of the pussy that Forbes now fucked. Jealousy surged through him, consumed him, as Mona continued muttering love phrases and making fuck talk in Forbes' ear. When she began thrusting, reciprocating by raising her buttocks high off the couch to meet the man's butt thrusts, Reid nearly crashed his fist into the wall.
As he fucked, Forbes took Mona's shiny black hair in both hands, as though holding her prisoner, and stared directly into her face intently. It was as though he wanted to remain constantly aware that he was fucking an eighteen-year-old and that, by staring at her youthful, now contorted features, this awareness increased in intensity and excited his somewhat aged prick to its maximum performance.
Mona was tossing her head from side to side now, running her tongue over the lips of her parted mouth as though in a coma or a fever. Good God! Reid thought, was she enjoying getting fucked by this lecherous son of a bitch? She certainly acted like it! Christ, even whores didn't put on this kind of performance! Now she was even rotating her ass-the way she did when she fucked with him!
"Lester... Lester... fuck my little pussy hard... harder... harder... make me come, Lester."
Reid struck the wall with all his might, fortunately not seriously hurting his fist. The loud thump distracted Forbes briefly. He stopped thrusting and looked back over his shoulder, like a cowboy with his pants down on horseback. "What-what the hell was that?" he asked.
Since the sound had come from the painting, where the peep hole was, Mona guessed that Reid had made the noise. "It's-it's nothing, Lester. Probably just the janitor cleaning or something. Come on, baby, let your beautiful cock stick and make me come, please?"
Once again, Lester Forbes' ass began its bouncing movement as he fucked the eager young cunt beneath him... at least he thought it was eager. And then he did an unexpected thing. He withdrew his thick, glistening-wet prick and stood up. "Turn over," he commanded. "Get down on your knees on the floor with your elbows up on the couch."
Mona seemed perplexed. "But-but Lester... don't you want to fuck me anymore? I was just about to come... don't you want to fuck and make me come?"
"Do as I tell you!" he commanded.
The dirty bastard thinks he's over at Wonder-Lift giving orders to one of his underlings, Reid thought, restraining himself from hitting the wall or creating another disturbance.
"But why?" Mona asked. "Don't you like to fuck me while I'm on my back?"
"Yes, of course, but do as I tell you. Now!"
Mona complied. "All right, Lester, honey. Whatever you say, my sugar with the golden prick."
When Mona was in position, Forbes held his stiff meat in his hand and got down on his knees behind her. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Mona. Just relax while I ease it in. Relax and it'll be okay."
Forbes parted the cheeks of Mona's firm butt and gazed at her puckered anus for a moment. Then, wearing the lustiest look Reid had ever seen on any human's face, he poked the big purple head of his meat wedge at Mona's rear entrance.
"Oow, oow... ouch," Mona squealed. "Not so hard, Lester. It's so big to go in that little hole... easy... easy... please, Lester... put it in slow, huh?"
"Just relax, baby. Don't worry. It'll all be inside in just a minute. There... now the head's in I'll sink the rest in just a little at a time. Just relax!"
Forbes was moving very fast, Reid thought, at least for an anal entrance. Mona's face was contorted in a slight look of pain, Reid noticed, and she was no neophyte to ass-fucking. After all, her own father had indoctrinated her to the art years ago. It had been one of his specialties. Forbes' prick was in Mona's ass all the way now, Reid could tell, and the executive gazed down at his own entrance and exit as he fucked this eighteen-year-old's rectum. Mona knew her role well. Although Reid told himself her artfulness was merely a weapon to hasten Forbes' orgasm, he felt heartbroken as she reached back and began fondling the old gent's dangling balls. His view of Mona's hand, tickling and gently manipulating Forbes' flesh sack, was perfect and it nearly made him ill. Was nothing sacred? Did Mona have to do all the things with this stranger that they-presumably lovers-had shared together? Jesus! Now she was even holding his cock at the base and guiding it in and out of her ass with her hand!
"Oh, that is nice, Lester," Mona cooed. "I-I didn't think I could take all of your big thing in there, but it-it's really nice. I-I never had a man's thing in my-my rear before."
Well, at least she was lying, Reid thought, trying to calm himself. Apparently she was just attempting to make Forbes come and was using every female trick she knew to accomplish this.
"Ummm... fuck my asshole, Lester," she begged. "You're making me come this way. It's-it's amazing. I'm really going to come this way... I can tell... Oh, Lester!"
Her prompting was getting to Forbes. The elderly man's breath came in great gasps now and his grunting took on a more urgent and desperate pitch. In a moment-at least-his eyes bulged and his hands clamped more firmly on Mona's hips. He began rocking her butt from side to side and slamming his cock harder, harder, harder still, and crying out, "I'm almost there. I'm-I'm coming nowwww."
"Me, too, Lester," Mona called out, and Reid knew she was faking it. Forbes hadn't even fingered her clit while diddling her bottom. Maybe some girls could come that way, without other manipulation, but he knew that Mona couldn't. She had told him so.
Forbes lay collapsed on top of Mona's back, panting, his chest heaving as if he might be having a heart attack. Then, very deliberately, Mona looked over at the painting on the wall and winked! Reid had to smile. Yes, she was still his baby. She was telling him that her sexual encounter with Forbes had all been a hoax. She had done this for him to win the Wonder-Lift account. Reid felt slightly better at this reassurance.
For just an instant, Reid was tempted to go charging in his office, catch Forbes in the act and use his knowledge of the sexual encounter as a form of blackmail to insure his getting the Wonder-Lift account. He decided against it, though. Mona had pretty much wrapped the contract up and there was no need to play the game any dirtier than he had already played it.
Forbes took his pants and went into the small, private John. By the time he returned, Mona had straightened herself up and the two of them sat, looking as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, on the couch and rested in silence. Finally, Forbes said, "I-I hope I wasn't too repulsive. I-well, I suppose I simply went out of my head for a while there." He patted her knee. "Thank you, my dear. Needless to say, our little affair shall remain a secret, correct?"
"Oh, absolutely, Mr. Forbes," Mona assured him. "You-you assured me that I was not being disloyal to my boss and that Luben's would handle the Wonder-Lift campaign. You're an honorable man and I'm an honorable girl. You gave your word about the campaign and I gave you my word about secrecy. If we both keep our word, then there's nothing to worry about, is there?"
Forbes squirmed a bit uneasily, as though he had forgotten all about his promise-as though he vaguely sensed that he was being blackmailed. But then he looked at Mona-sweet and innocent and lovely Mona-and his suspicions seemed to vanish. He smiled. "Yes, my dear, I did give you my word and I intend to stand by it." Again, he patted her knee. "I must say, you are most loyal to your boss. Admirable. Yes, very admirable." He glanced at his wristwatch. "Hmm. I wonder where the devil that idiot Corey is. What's keeping them?" He drummed his fingers on the chair of the couch.
"I guess we should be grateful they didn't come back too soon," Mona said.
Forbes nodded. "Yes, you have a point there, my dear. You know, I don't see any reason why you shouldn't be the girl in the television commercial for Wonder-Lift, Mona." He snapped his fingers. "Certainly. You did a splendid job of modeling here today. You have a lovely face and body and, certainly, your breasts would drive home the Wonder-Lift story vividly. I think that's an excellent idea. What do you say?"
Mona seemed elated. "Oh, that would be marvelous!" she said. "Of course that will be up to a lot of people to decide, won't it? I mean, I have to be photogenic and all."
"Of course," Forbes said, "but barring all that, I'm convinced you're the girl for Wonder-Lift. By jove, I'll talk to Hartley about this. If he's willing and you can bring it off, you may have a whole new career before, you, dear."
Mona blinked shyly, appreciatively. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Forbes. That would be wonderful."
Reid, still behind the wall peering through the peep hole, shook his head in admiration for Mona Seagram. She had handled Forbes as well as any skilled espionage agent, twice her age, could have done. He closed the peep hole and went back to the art department to fetch Corey.
When they entered the office again, Corey began praising the sketches he had seen. Forbes told him to shut up and sit down. Then, he informed Reid of his plan to use Mona as the Wonder-Lift girl in the television commercial.
Reid feigned surprise. "Great!" he said. "Don't know why I didn't think of that myself," he said. "I can see why Wonder-Lift has managed to dominate the market these past years. Creative management is the reason! Yes, sir. I can't understand why I didn't think of that idea myself." Reid reached over and got the contract from his desk and held it out for Forbes to sign. "If you'll just approve this campaign and the terms we discussed before, we'll get this thing going."
Forbes held himself very erect, obviously flattered that Reid Hartley considered his idea to use Mona a good one. "Yes, 'creative management' has always been our slogan at Wonder-Lift," he boasted as he scrawled his signature on the contract. When he stood up, Corey stood up, too. "Don't you want to look at the newspaper and magazine campaigns?" Corey asked.
"I don't think that will be necessary," Forbes said. "I think Luben's knows what it's doing." He extended his hand and Reid shook it; then he shook Corey's.
"I look forward to this new approach you've come up with, Mr. Hartley," Forbes said. "Sorry to have given you such a rough time there, but I wanted to be absolutely certain your approach was right for Wonder-Lift." He took Mona's hand in both of his and gazed into her deep blue eyes. "Now I am completely convinced. Full speed ahead!"
"Full speed ahead!" Corey repeated.
"Good day," Forbes said, and both men exited, Corey following his master like an obedient pup.
When they had gone, Reid embraced Mona and whirled her around the room. He was deliriously happy, overjoyed with their success. "Mona, baby," he said, "you were marvelous! I got a little jealous there for a while, but, God, you were sensational. You did it! Without you I'd be out on my ass and the Wonder-Lift account would be someone else's. We're going to let the boss know and then take the afternoon off again. Come on, sugar. Champagne time!"
"I'm not sure I can even walk," Mona said, wincing. "I-I didn't expect him to flop me over and stick his thing up my you-know-what. Also, he wasn't exactly gentle when he did it."
Reid held Mona close. "I'll make it up to you, Mona. I mean it. I'm sorry you had to go to such lengths, but I swear I'll make it up to you, okay?"
Mona was amazing. She reached down, grabbed hold of his limp dick that hung far down his trouser leg and petted it. "I told you-you don't have to do anything for me, darling. I want to do anything I can to help you because you're the most scrumptious, beautiful lover I ever met." She kissed him long and full on the lips.
"Come on," Reid said. "Let's deliver this contract to Arthur and get the hell out of here before you get me all excited. Besides, I think you need a slight rest. We'll find a nice soft booth in a nice restaurant for you to sit on."
Mona reached back and held her buttocks again. "Yes, that would be nice," she said.