Chapter 6

Vickie listened intently while Connie outlined their duties and responsibilities. They arrived at the Brett place and had been assigned to a huge bedroom to use as their meeting place and quarters during their stay The room contained two regular-sized beds in case the girls did actually need a place to sleep.

Vickie felt tense and nervous. The sight of the place had been awe inspiring. David Brett had bought up a few hundred acres here about forty minutes' drive from the city. On the land he'd built a huge mansion complete with everything modern, as befitted a mogul like him. It was rumored he'd spent a million dollars on this place and Vickie could well believe it. The place was fabulous. Swimming pool. Tennis court. Riding stable. Nine hole golf course. The works.

The place was like one of his movie settings. A place where the ultra rich and jet setters gathered on an almost continuing basis. While driving out to the place this morning, Connie had mentioned a few of the celebrities who would probably be in attendance. It was like a who's who of the entertainment and social world. Some were famous names.

Vickie wondered why people like this would be coming to a notorious party like David Brett was known to throw. During her somewhat slow week, Vickie had dropped in at the public library and had read a few old newspapers to catch up on the famous Bretts. The papers had refreshed her memory about the scandals that had taken place here. From the accounts, and insinuations in the papers, Vickie got the impression that the Bretts and their guests were quite a wild, swinging group. The anything-goes-type of people.

Connie quickly set the record straight. Gathering her brood around her in the bedroom, she outlined their responsibilities. "You girls are on your good behavior. David mentioned to Lance that he doesn't want any nude picture taking. The last party he had some nosy reporter crashed it with a camera and got all kinds of pictures which he peddled to the lurid magazines. The publicity was bad for David. So he's passed the words, girls. No nude posing. If any pictures are taken make sure you have something on."

"Bikinis okay?" Ginger asked.

"Certainly. Anything. As long as you have your snatches covered and something over your tittles."

"How 'bout if we get a chance to pick up some extra loot?" Ruth, the serious member of the group asked.

Connie shrugged. "That'll be up to you, but be discreet. Our main job will be to move around among the guests. Smile and be pleasant to all of them. Talk with 'em. Joke with 'em. Bend the elbow with 'em. Be congenial. Move around a lot Try not to get stuck with any one person, or group of persons. Remember we're here to add beauty and youth to the party. Like decorations; frosting on the cake. David Brett likes to have lots of good-looking young chicks around. It pleases his ego."

"And supposing the party starts to get rough-like this evening?" Ginger asked.

"By then David should have things pretty well organized. He'll know who wants to go the route. Those of his guests that don't want to remain for the real fun will probably shove off by then," Connie explained: "If things go like they did the last time, I look for him to gather his special guests in his playroom sometime after dinner. That'll include us four, of course."

"And we'll be expected to entertain them?"

"Exactly. At that time we'll do exactly what David, or his wife, Sue, tells us to do. If he tells anyone of us to suck a cock right in front of everyone, don't hesitate. Start sucking. Or if he has a stud guy on hand to fuck one of us -- do it! Lay right down and let the guy bang you. Any other questions?"

Vickie shuddered. She didn't like the blunt way Connie outlined the possibilities. She recalled the ac-counts of the parties she'd read in the old newspapers at the library.

"In other words, girls," continued Connie, "play it by ear. We're here to entertain the guests and to be nice to them. They're important people. This assignment means a lot to Lance. Brett throws a lot of extra work to Lance's agency. The more we please Mr. and Mrs. Brett, the better it will be for all of us. And remember, don't talk money with anyone. In addition to our regular salary, I'll collect a flat gratuity from Brett to divide among us. How much it'll be depends on how much we please the Bretts. Understand?"

The girls nodded. Connie hopped from the bed. "Okay for the ground rules. Now we'll go into action. Make this room your meeting place. You can change clothes here. Come here and rest once in a while. Or relax. Now, let me see ..." Connie pursed her lips. "Ginger, you slip into a bikini and hang around the pool. That'll charge up the natives." She grinned. "Ruth, you get into some riding gear and do a bit of horseback riding. That'll not only charge up the horse lovers, but it'll also charge up the horses!"

She turned to Vickie. "Darling, you slip on a shorts set. For tennis. Just go down to the tennis court. They have rackets, balls and things you need. Be nice to the athletes. And remember, darling, tennis is a game of love."

Connie watched while her brood of beauties slid from their clothes and covered their naked, lush bodies with the assigned clothing she'd mentioned. She wet her lips at the sight of the voluptuous tittles, the cute, hairy cunts and the creamy pinkish-white, out thrust butts. Connie realized that this group was the prettiest group she'd ever been in charge of, especially the brown-haired teenager, Vickie. That kid was some-thing special.

"Switch around occasionally," cautioned Connie. "Ginger, after you swim for awhile, you can change into shorts and play tennis. Ruth, you can swim. Vickie, you can change and ride a few horses. Be flexible. It'll be a long day. Spread yourselves around and give all the men a break." She patted her lovelies on the butts and sent them on their way. "I'll mix around with the guests in the house," she said. "See if Brett has anything special he wants us to do. I'll keep in touch with you all and I'll be keeping an eye on you. Now, get going, girls."

Vickie maintained a pleasant smile while wending her way to the tennis courts. It was a double court, well lined and with a huge back up net to catch errant tennis balls. It was a professional layout. Vickie had played some tennis in high school and while she wasn't an expert she could handle a racket almost as well as she could handle a prick.

The players who were banging the balls around quickly induced her to join them. A foursome was formed. Vickie and some older girl named Helen. Helen was a gangly blonde of about twenty-five. She was a bit player on one of David's daytime soap operas. Vickie, an ardent disciple of the soap watcher clan, recognized the girl and was quite thrilled at meeting her. The girl was friendly, relaxed and charming.

She was also quite a good tennis player. She and her partner, a handsome young actor named Mike Tomkins, a featured player in the same soap operas succeeded in giving Vickie and her playing partner, Eddie, quite a drubbing in three straight sets.

After the grueling game, Vickie sat on the bench at the side of the court to catch her breath. It had been exciting and she was a bit bushed.

Mike sat next to her. He cut loose with his charming smile. His dark, intense eyes were alight with friendliness as he moved in on her. "Hi, Vickie. Let's get to know each other better. My full name's Mike Tomkins."

Vickie nodded. She cut loose with her formal, charming smile. "I know. I see you on television often. You're on one of my favorite programs, `As the Worm Turns."

"Gee, thanks for recognizing me." Mike was pleased. "It's always nice to meet a fan. How 'bout if we wander off somewhere and have a drink?" he suggested, hopping to his feet. Reaching over, he picked up his sweat shirt and slid into it.

Vickie watched with mixed emotions. Mike was a handsome hunk of man. He was about twenty-five. He was six feet tall and weighed about one hundred and eighty. He had dark hair, intense dark eyes, and an habitual moody expression that so endeared him to the woman viewers of his deaily program on tv. Mike •played the part of a guy who was half villain-half hero. In real life he looked the part. He had pouty lips and his hair was cut in the new rebellion style, sweeping to his shoulders. His sideburns were wide, almost to his lips.

He was athletic and had a handsome, muscular physique. Right now he was pulling his sweat shirt down over his hairy, manly chest. He'd been playing in just his shorts and tennis shoes.

He slid an arm through hers and led her away from the tennis courts. "I know a nice, secluded spot where we can go and get better acquainted, Vickie," he murmured. "Enroute, I'll pick up a bottle of liquor." Mike moved with the assurance of a man who knew his way around the place.

Vickie reasoned he'd probably been here many times in the past. Brett liked to have his actors and actresses hanging around his place. Vickie was tempted to go with him. Then she recalled Connie's words. Not to get too wound up with any one individual. To spread herself around. To be charming to all the people, not just one.

"Let's take a rain check on it, 'Mike." Gently she disengaged his clinging fingers. "I sort of have to stick around. It's part of my assignment."

"What?" Mike was unconvinced. Then he frowned. "Are you one of the girls from Lance Henderson's agency? I heard David hired a few to pretty up the place?"

Vickie flushed. She didn't like his tone of voice. "I am."

The welcoming grin faded. His eyes grew troubled and moody, like they did during his tv episodes. He shook his head in disbelief. "I'll be damned! I never would've thought it How did a pretty, young kid like you get wound up with a sleazy outfit like his?"

Vickie bristled. "It's not a sleazy outfit. It's a modeling agency. I like my job. Now, if you'll excuse me!" She turned away.

Mike turned her back. "I'm sorry, Vickie. I shot off my mouth without thinking. I've heard about Lance's type of operation."

Vickie was still horsed off. "I don't care what you've heard!" Then, remembering her purpose in being here, she forced a smile. "I'm sorry, Mike, but I can't go with you right now. I sort of have to stick around here." She held up her racket. "Maybe later, we'll get together?" She held out a promise and cut loose with a charming smile.

Mike nodded curtly. "Forget it!" He turned and left, his dark eyes brooding, a deep frown etched on his handsome face.

Vickie watched him leave with mixed emotions. Their few minutes together had an electrifying effect on her. Mike was a bachelor. She'd seen him often on television. She'd read about him in the fan magazines. She knew he had quite a reputation as a swinger. A free-lance lover. His name had been linked romantically with many girls. Some of them famous personalities. He'd always managed to sidestep the big event -- marriage.

Now, having met one of her idols in person, she'd been impressed. Mike had a way of looking deep into the eyes of girls. Looks that caused girls to go ape over him. She had been no exception. When Mike had held her hands, stared into her eyes and had invited her to go with him, her heart had turned to jelly. She had been ready for anything he could dish out. Only her sense of duty had prevented her from shoving off with him.

But she was disturbed. She had offended him. Apparently Mike wasn't used to getting rebuffed. The hurt, surprised look in his eyes when she'd refused him had touched her heart. She began having regrets about having given him the brush off.

All her life Vickie had been hoping and living for the day when she'd meet the right man. The guy who would turn her on. She had the girlish dreams about love, romance and the happily ever after routine. Her brief encounter with Mike had about convinced her that this might be the magic moment. The beginning of her dream come true.

Now, she'd probably never find out. She had curtly sent him on his way, and from the look on his face, he wouldn't be coming back.

Vickie sighed resignedly and accepted the invitation to bang a few tennis balls around issued by a chubby, middle-aged man who'd sidled up to her. She put on her mechanical, charming smile and banged the ball around with the old gent. He was a fairly good player, and Vickie tactfully let the older guy beat her.

It was good for the guy's morale and ego. After the game they sat on the bench and chatted. He was a friendly old coot. A wealthy Wall Street tycoon who kept slipping into shop talk, interspersing stocks and bonds into their conversation. Vickie didn't mind. She let him ramble on, while her thoughts wandered. She didn't even mind it when the grey-haired old goat gave her a few feels on her tittles and butt and thighs. She could see that she was charging the gent up by the bulge in the front of his Bermuda shorts. She turned on the charm and nuzzled up to him, giving him an added thrill.

Anything to help the good old Lance Henderson Agency.

From this old character, she went to others. From the tennis court, she went to the swimming pool, then to the stables and back to the recreation area.

During the course of the afternoon, Vickie spread herself around, especially among the men, who seemed to latch on to her the minute she was free. She felt flattered at being the center of attraction. There were roughly two dozen guests assembled at the estate. They ranged in age from her nineteen up to old cadgers who must be pushing fifty. She was the youngest, and by far the prettiest girl in the entire mob.

She drank very little. Occasionally she wandered in with an eager beaver of a man for a snack at the smorgasbord-type luncheon table. Vickie was thoroughly enjoying herself and found herself on a first name calling basis with most of the guests. In-formality was the keyword of the gathering. She, and the other luscious models from the agency, were made to feel right at home among the wealthy guests.

It was exhilarating. Then, as the shadows lengthened and the sun went down, the party moved indoors. Vickie recalled Connie's words.

The hardcore group that was still around in the playroom obviously were those swingers who would be going the route. The more timid souls, those too old, or those who were squares about such things, had said their good-byes and had departed. About a dozen guests remained in the playroom. That included Vickie and her pals.

Connie nuzzled up to her at the built-in bar, slid an arm about her, and said, "Darling, I've had good re-ports about you." Connie smiled at her tender little whore. The cream of her crop.

"You did!" Vickie was pleased.

"The men all had nice things to say about you. Even the women liked you. All except one guy," added Connie, a puzzled gleam in her eyes.

"Oh! Who?"

"That handsome knothead standing over there in the corner, brooding." Connie inclined her head.

Vickie glanced over. She flushed. "That's Mike Tomkins. He complained about me?" A note of worriement crept into her voice.

Connie shrugged. "I saw him and you playing tennis early this afternoon. When I bumped into him later, I asked him how he liked you. I kinda check up on my chicks," she explained.

"Oh? And what did he say?"

"He snorted, gave me a dirty look, and stalked away. From what I gathered he wasn't too impressed with you. Did you insult him?"

Vickie chuckled. "I guess I kinda bruised his ego. He wanted me to wander off with him. I think he had a bit of hanky-panky in mind. I told him I was on duty and not available. I guess it hurt his tender feelings. I imagine Mike isn't used to getting brushed off by girls." Vickie cut loose with a nervous laugh.

Connie nodded. "I figured it might be something like that." She placed her hands over Vickie's and squeezed intimately. "Never mind him. You did just fine with the rest of the guests. David and Sue were very much impressed with you, darling. They love you."

Vickie smiled in relief. She had met the host and hostess during the afternoon. Both had been pleasant to her. David, the famous producer had given her a good looking over and had been impressed by what he'd observed.

Vickie hadn't been too impressed by David's physical appearance. David was about forty-six. He was tall and had a lean, hungry look. He was suave, debonair and wore his long, greyish-brown hair in a shoulder length mod cut. He had a moustache and heavy sideburns. Unfortunately the hairdo made him look ten years older than his actual age. He had on flared slacks, a wild sports shirt and beads and spangles of the youth movement. A movement he'd grown out of ten years ago but didn't have sense enough to realize it. David still tried to impart the young image and his tired, grey eyes betrayed him. He was a washed out older man trying to maintain the illusion of youthful virility.

His wife, Sue, was another breed. She was his third wife and was sixteen years younger. She had a svelte one hundred and twenty-five pound shape of five feet seven inches and loaded with lush 38-24-36 inch measurements. Currently Sue was a blonde. She had the blue eyes to go with the blonde hair. She was an intense young woman, inclined to be moody and inclined to bend the elbow a bit too much. At one time she'd been a famous movie queen and recently had moved into the skin flick area.

Both David and Sue had been very cordial to her during their brief encounters during the afternoon. Now that the afternoon of fun and games was over and the evening of entertainment was about to be-gin, Vickie began having some misgivings. She glanced about. In addition to her, Connie, Ginger and Ruth, there were about a dozen other people in the room. Eight men and four other women. The remaining group of partygoers were in their thirties and forties. This excluded Mike and his costar, Helen, who were both in their twenties.

As the evening wore on and the partygoers began bending the elbow more frequently, getting oiled, the conversation began getting more and more uncouth. The small talk was dropped and the jokes and sayings were downright vulgar. The people relaxed and be-came more intimate. The ladies, sitting around on the couches and chairs began spreading their legs apart to show the men present that most of them had left their panties off and their snatches were in plain view for those who wanted to peek.

David, the genial host, set the mood of the session later in the evening. He flicked the lights in the room low, turned on a movie projector and flashed onto a screen the latest skin flick made by his lovely wife. The movie made the current X-rated movies pale into insignificance. In the movie, Sue gave a good account of herself as a cocksucking, cunt-lapping, ass-fucking whore. She went the entire route with a series of actors and actresses. The scenes were vividly photo-graphed in natural color.

When the movie was over there were gasps of awe, envy and delight. Sue became the center of attraction from her fans. The gist of the remarks were to the effect that she'd given a good account of herself, and though she wouldn't win an Academy Award with her performance, she would undoubtedly attract a large audience wherever the movie was shown.

During this time, David beamed proudly at his beautiful wife. Then, the adulation having died down, he stepped to the center of the stage area. A raised platform on which was a bed, floodlights, and a few pieces of furniture for props.

He clapped his hands to gain their attention. When they gathered in front of the stage, he said, "I think we're now in the mood for some live entertainment!" He grinned lewdly at his well-oiled guests.

Choruses of assent greeted his suggestion.

Smiling fondly, he held out his hand. "Vickie! Front and center!" he ordered.

Vickie, who'd been watching the movie with mouth agape and a twinge of disgust, flushed hotly. She'd slunk into the back of the group gathered by the stage. The showing of the dirty picture had aroused misgivings in her. She had been toying with the idea of slipping away from the lewd gathering.

Now she was being called forth. "Who me?" She gulped.

"Yes you, m'dear. Come up here!" David held out his hand.

"But ... but ..." Vickie began lodging a formal protest.

The protest was cut short by Connie hissing into her ear, "You heard the man, darling! Move it!" She jabbed Vickie in the ass and propelled her forward.

Vickie's rebellion died. Sucking in a deep breath, she moved forward and joined David on the stage. She forced a smile though her knees were knocking together and she was nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. She held tightly to David's arm for reassurance. She felt a momentary faintness. She forced a big smile and said, faintly, "Hi."

David beamed and wrapped his hand around her slender waist. "You folks have all met our lovely little teenager, Vickie?"

Nods of assent' and smiles of approval greeted his question.

"Since Vickie is the youngest member of our group and one of the prettiest," continued David, with a lewd smile, "I think it only fitting she should have the honor of getting our group into the proper mood!" He turned to her. "Strip, Vickie darling!" he ordered, stepping back a pace.

Vickie's face grew crimson. "Here? Now? In front of everyone?" she gasped.

David nodded. "Take your clothes off, hon." His voice was pleasant, but had a ring of authority. "We want to see how adorable you are in the nude."

Vickie hesitated a moment longer. Her eyes sought and found Connie's. Connie nodded and smiled imperceptibly, her lips forming the words, "Do as the man says, darling."

Vickie unhooked her blouse. Slowly she removed it from her creamy white shoulders. She slid it down over her melons. Since she hadn't put on a bra, this action stripped her to the waist. Her luscious, creamy, pinkish-white mounds burst forth in all their wonderful glory. Her solid, out thrust titties bounced forward without restraint. Her firm, solid, rounded and fully packed globes thrust outward. Her nipples on a small sea of brown were beginning to tauten.

David reached over, gathered the huge melons into his warm hands and fondled them ecstatically. He cupped them upward. He tweaked at the nipples. He massaged the creamy, smooth mounds of de-light. He twirled them like dials on a tv set. He played with them lewdly. "Wow!" he enthused. "What a pair of fits this kid has!"

David slid in back of Vickie while fondling her goodies. He toyed with her breasts while making lewd observations about how beautiful they were. He cupped them upward and nuzzled his lips against the back of her neck while extolling her beauty. Then he slid his fingers down and slid them into the waistband of her miniskirt. He fumbled with zipper and button and finally found the right combination.

"Now we'll see what our adorable teenager looks like!" David gave a tug and a yank to the tiny garment, slid it down her lush, pinkish-white thighs that were glorious columns of sheer heavenly delight.

David's expression of delight joined with the other expressions of delight. Vickie had left off her panties. She now stood before the group naked! And so lovely! At five feet six inches of sheer, curvy delight, Vickie was a wonderful sight to behold in the nude. Her naked body was adorable. Her tender, young skin was so smooth, so creamy, so pink, so flawless and so wonderful to behold. Her out thrust titties were wondrous globes. Her cute buttocks were smooth, flawless and out thrust just enough. Her snatch hair was a tiny fringe of curly brownish-colored hair. A small triangular patch surmounting columns of creamy, pinkish thighs.

Vickie was breathtakingly beautiful. The intake of breaths at the stageside attested to that. Murmurs of approval and murmurs of awe mingled as the horny group stared at the nude teenager.

Old pricks and young pricks snapped to immediate attention at the wonderful sight.

Vickie flushed under all the lewd stares of adulation. Her glance locked with Mike's momentarily. She smiled inwardly. She could sense that he was impressed with what he was observing. His lips were pursed in approval and his eyes were alight with pleasure. Vickie was a sight to behold, and even to a jaded girl chaser like Mike, she was something special. She was without a doubt, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, and he'd seen plenty.

Having caught his eye, Vickie smiled sweetly, al-most apologetically, as if trying to tell him that she didn't really want to do this, but it was part of her job.

Mike gave her a fleeting smile of understanding. The moment of magic between them was rekindled.

The moment was gone when David went into his act. Seeing that Vickie had impressed his lewd guests, David turned her around and around a few times so they could see her from all angles and curves. He petted her asscheeks. He stroked her pussy hair. He fondled her tits. He sighed. He made lewd remarks. He exhibited her like a prize. "Squat down, dear," he ordered, when he had her facing the audience. "Show these jaded cats what a teenaged pussy looks like!"

Vickie hesitated, then again getting a warning glance from Connie, she squatted. She spread her legs wide and gave the audience a perfect view of her perfect cunt. Her tiny little crack with the tiny fringe of brown hair was completely exposed. Her small slit with the adorable vaginal lips twitched enticingly with every movement of her thighs. Her puckered, tiny asshole was also visible to the stares of the interested on-lookers.

David, after giving the guests a good view of Vickie's cunt and cute asshole, lifted her to her feet. His face wreathed in smiles, he called out, "Pete! Front and center!"

Vickie stared at the young man who hopped on the stage. She'd seen this young man around all day. He was about thirty. He had blond hair to his shoulders. He was a blue-eyed Adonis, ever so handsome. He was about six feet tall and weighed about one hundred and eighty. Like her, he had mixed with the guests. Connie had mentioned that he was also a hired hand. Hired for the occasion just like the girls. Only from a different agency. He was the hired stud.

Pete smiled fleetingly at her when he stepped onto the stage. David took over. "You all know Pete. Let's give him a round of applause!"

The guests took their glances away from Vickie long enough to gawk at Pete. They applauded.

"Pete! How 'bout stripping for the folks?" David said.

Pete slid from his slacks and sports shirt. His disrobing caused a murmur of awe. Vickie joined in the chorus.

Pete was without a doubt the largest cocked man she'd ever seen. His big, fat cock throbbed outward like a huge mast. His cock was immense and bone hard. No wonder he was hired for these special occasions. The handsome young man had the biggest prick Vickie had ever observed. She was impressed, but at the same time, she had a feeling of misgiving. David hadn't brought him onto the stage and ordered him to join her in the nude bit without a reason.

Her misgiving soon jelled. David reached over, gathered Pete's huge, throbbing cock into his hand and with a lewd expression on his face, said, "Vickie, dear. Let's see how good you are at sucking cocks. Suck this one!"

It was a direct order.