Chapter 5
James Wyatt, sixty, president of Wyatt Enterprises, bad just left the offices of Shipley Research Incorporated. Vern Shipley sprang up from behind his desk and let out a victorious whoop. He extended both hands in front of him, cupping them for his partner's inspection. Stan Kettering was grinning, too.
"We got Wyatt right in the palms of our hands, Stan!" Vern said triumphantly. "You did a beautiful analysis of their competitors' advertising, Stan. Just beautiful. Hell, Westinghouse and GE are gonna eat their hearts out once Wyatt's new ad campaign gets underway."
Stan Kettering had assembled Wyatt's competitors' magazine ads, and old man Wyatt had selected-with the assistance of the computer reports Stan had employed-an advertising approach which combined the best of both competing companies. It had been a conservative approach, since old man Wyatt was a conservative merchandiser, and so there hadn't really been any "innovation" involved. But that's the way the old man had wanted it, so that's what they had given him. And he had responded beautifully.
The account seemed secure now; Wyatt would be writing a check next week for the balance of the original contract, and Wyatt's appliances would be appearing-the products, that is-on national TV and in national magazines within a month.
"The question remains, however," Stan said, frowning. He didn't finish his sentence.
"What question remains?" Vern inquired.
"I mean, the question remains whether the ad approach is truly the best approach. Sure, Mr. Wyatt has approved it, but will it really sell stoves, refrigerators, all the smaller appliances?"
"Who gives a shit?" Vern said.
"I do," Stan said, "and so should you. We have to think of the long-range view. Personally, I think he should advertise in a radically different way from his competitors. What if Wyatt doesn't get the results he wants?"
"We'll worry about that later," Vern said, annoyed.
"Also, while we're on the subject," Stan said, "are you sure it's absolutely necessary to use this-this broad from Dream-Date with clients? I don't like it. Ethically, I think it stinks."
Vern dismissed his partner's objection with a wave of his hand. "Leave the social side of the business to me, Stan, will you? A good-looking chick never hurt anything and you know it. Christ, whether it's a massage parlor, a church social, a car, a plane, a tank, whatever-good-looking, sexy broads can't do anything but help you. Yeah, just leave the lighter side of the biz to me. You're the scholar. I concede that. But I'm the promoter, okay?"
Stan shook his head. He didn't answer.
Vern went over and stared out the window. He glanced at his wristwatch. Four-forty-five. Fifteen minutes from now, lovely Maria Reese was scheduled to show up for his dinner and cocktail affair at Montague Country Club tonight. Old man Wyatt and his wife would be there-along with Randolph Reardon, president of Reardon Systems Inc. and his wife, and Lloyd Hendricks, president of the new airline, Overseas Air Routes, and his wife. Vern was very glad it had gone so well with old man Wyatt. If Wyatt had been unhappy, he would have had to cancel the social engagement. Yes, he could not have risked letting a discontented client rub elbows with two new prospective clients.
Vern rubbed his hands together, pleased. But as it was, old man Wyatt would function as a kind of testimonial to the prowess of Shipley Research. Yes, Wyatt would praise Vern's firm and, hopefully, his praise would motivate Reardon and Hendricks to reach decisions favorable to Shipley Research. Most important, Vern would have lovely Maria Reese to display and help in winning over Reardon and Hendricks.
"Maria Reese," Vern whispered softly, smiling. Ever since his session, with Maria at Dream-Date's offices he had been waiting anxiously for a reunion with Maria. Now, at last, Friday had rolled around and Maria would be here in a few minutes. Vern had mentioned nothing to Stan about his hanky-panky with Maria, of course. As far as Stan was concerned Maria was merely a "date."
"I've got a lot of work to do," Stan said. He took a deep, impatient breath. "Must I stay and meet her? I mean, I'm sure she's beautiful-beyond comprehension-but why do I have to meet her?"
Vern was about to tell Stan to forget it, to go ahead and crawl into his office, when secretary Vera Klett announced that Maria Reese had arrived.
"Send her in," Vern said crisply into the intercom.
He winked at Stan. "She's here," Vern said. "You'll be glad you didn't miss her."
Maria appeared in the open doorway then and stood, posing, for Vern's inspection. She wore a full-length white gown-shoulderless and shimmering. Vern didn't know whether her jewelry was real or not, but the overall effect was stunning, unbelievable.
"Ready and available, sir, to do your bidding," she said, grinning.
Vern felt a tingling sensation in his groin. "You're early, Maria," he said, "and I'm delighted. Maria Reese, this is my partner, Mr. Stan Kettering."
Stan was impressed, despite himself. "How do you do, Miss Reese?" She offered her hand, and Stan instinctively-just as Vern had done-kissed it. "W-welL I-I must get back to my office," Stan stammered. "Have a nice time, you two."
When Stan had clumsily left Vern's office, Vern closed the door and held Maria in his arms. "I've waited for this moment with-well, with baited breath."
She smiled her special smile, revealing those flawless, white teeth. "And baited other things, too, I suspect," she cooed.
"You can read minds?" Vern inquired coolly, swallowing.
"Not at all," Maria replied, staring boldly at his crotch. "I read crotches!"
Vern stared down at his fly. Yes, his organ had stirred and stood semi-erect. He chuckled. "I don't think I ever got a hard-on that fast, or didn't realize I even had a hard-on!" he said. "You are amazing. Or perhaps you're accustomed to this kind of reaction to your arrivals?"
Maria smiled modestly. "Well, sometimes," she admitted. "Yes, men do respond that way to me quite often. But I assure you I'll hold back the charm on your married clients tonight. The wives, I mean."
"Good idea," Vern said. "Turn on the charm, but-uh-be discreet."
"That's what I'm trained to do," she said.
Vern told her he had taken the liberty of arranging a snack and cocktails at the French restaurant just down the street. "With these people you never know when you're going to eat," he explained. "You see, they like to guzzle their cocktails and we might not get around to eating until nine or ten."
Maria shrugged and her breasts jiggled beneath the shimmering white material. "Whatever you say, my dear. I'm yours for tonight." She eyed the couch. "Then you won't be needing my other services 'til later?"
Vern reached out and patted her cheek-very carefully so as not to disturb her make-up. "I'm tempted," he admitted, "but-but would you really risk getting disheveled? You look impeccable. I wouldn't want to muss you up, dear."
Her eyes were riveted to his. "That's up to you. I'm very flexible," she said. "I can be anything you want."
Vern ran his eyes over the delectable figure before him, then frantically grabbed her hand and started for the door. "Jesus, don't tempt me that way! Quick! Let's get out of here and have a drink before I tear that gorgeous gown off and ravage you!"
Over cocktails and hors d oeuvres Vern explained the importance of this dinner party at Montague Country Club. He informed Maria what was at stake and suggested ways for her to proceed.
When he had finished, she summed up his advice briefly. "What you're saying, it seems to me, is that you want Overseas Air Routes and Reardon Systems International very badly."
"Yes, I suppose that's the crux of what I've said," Vern said. "Yes. Most definitely."
She patted his cheek and batted her long lashes. "Very well then," she said. "Why don't you just leave the tactics to me?"
Vern reached out and patted her cheek. "Yes, you're right, my dear. Of course, I will." He shook his head. "You know, I constantly advise my clients to leave their problems to me-tell them I'm the specialist, but for some reason I don't seem to follow my own advice. In this case, you're the specialist, so I will indeed leave the influencing of my clients to some extent in your capable hands."
Maria kissed Vern on the cheek. "Good," she purred. "I assure you that's the best course."
Vern picked up the check. "Shall we go?"
Vern left his car for the parking attendant in front of the wide stairway that led to the main dining room of the Montague Country Club. He and Maria bypassed the main door and, instead, strolled along the outdoor walk past the pro gouf shop, the men's locker entrance, the card room and men's bar. To the left, the well-manicured beauty of one of Southern California's finest golf courses lay in breath-taking splendor. Tall firs lined the first fairway and the flags on the greens fluttered in a gentle breeze.
"Oh, Vern!" Maria sighed. "I'd give anything to belong to a club like this. It's-it's gorgeous. Are you a very good golfer?"
Vern shrugged. "Fair. Mostly, I use the place for contacts. I really don't play as much as I should. Someday-when my ship comes in-I hope to have plenty of time for golf and-and possibly someone like you."
"like me?" She frowned.
"All right then," he corrected. "You. It was just a figure of speech. Yes, I'd like to spend all my time golfing and being with you. You, Maria Reese, exclusively and specifically."
This seemed to please Maria, for she took Vern's hand in her own and gave it a squeeze. "You won't be sorry for saying that, Vern," she said, smiling. "I mean, you may just be stringing me along, but I love to hear you say that"
"It is just a bit early for commitments, isn't it?" he said.
"Yes, I suppose so." Her breast rubbed his arm.
They stood staring out at the rolling greenery of the Montague golf course for a moment, then entered through the side door of the main dining room.
It was Sunday and a huge buffet table ran the length of the far wall. The long narrow table was heaped with food-four kinds of meat and assorted delicacies. Vern led Maria past the buffet table into a smaller room, where he sighted his guests seated about the enormous fireplace.
"There they are," he said under his breath as they approached Randolph Reardon and his wife, Elyse, the president of O.A.R., Lloyd Hendricks and his wife, Sheila, and old man Wyatt and his wife, Alta. "Remember, this is for all the marbles. If all goes well with these clients, particularly Hendricks, I could be golfing or spending all my time with-with someone like you."-
The assembled group rose, both the men and women, as Vern and Maria approached. That the wives would rise surprised Vern. Good God, he thought, the husbands must truly regard him highly if their wives stood, too! Hell, the host had even arrived late!
After the introductions were made, the group consumed several rounds of cocktails. Vern was delighted that everyone seemed to respond so well to Maria, who managed to converse with all three men in such a way that nobody could possibly feel slighted. Her action was indeed miraculous. She won them over by conversing knowledgeably on the state of business in general, the economic outlook for the country, the world! She had obviously been reading all the news magazines and digesting pertinent facts.
Most amazing was the way she handled the wives. As she cast her sexual spell over the husbands, she somehow managed to retain the interest and trust of the ladies.
As the group moved into the dining room to begin their dinner, both Lloyd Hendricks and Randolph Reardon managed to express their approval of Maria to Vern. Vern thanked them, implying that lovely Maria was the woman of his life, possibly even his fianc'e. Alta Wyatt remained a bit aloof, keeping her husband at a safe distance from the bewitching Maria. Still, Vern could tell that Maria had not aroused jealousy in Mrs. Wyatt.
There was dinner dancing-played by an elderly-looking quartet that specialized in the bouncy hotel-type music of a bygone decade-and Maria managed to dance with all the males in the group. Between dances she conversed beautifully with the wives while Vern touched on business from time to time with his prospective clients and old man Wyatt. Then, over brandy and coffee, Wyatt stood and toasted his host and hostess. He alluded, too, to the fact that his alliance with Vern's firm promised to be the most exciting and profitable blending of talents since the inception of his firm.
Vern swallowed. Wyatt's endorsement of Vern's firm could not have been more favorable, nor could Wyatt's timing have been better. Both Reardon and Hendricks were impressed, Vern could tell.
It was perhaps fifteen minutes later that Vern noticed that Randolph Reardon and Maria had strolled from the dance floor. Glancing through the long window, he saw the two of them chatting outside and viewing the golf course. Boldly, he called attention to the fact so that all would realize everything was on the up and up.
"Ah, so my fianc'e is trying to make points with my prospective client," he said, laughing.
Everyone in the group laughed, and Mrs. Reardon said: "You'd better tell that lovely woman of yours to watch out for that dirty-old lecher-husband of mine."
Vern was relieved. Obviously, the wives were not going to worry. They assumed that Maria would commit no indiscretion, since she was Vern's fianc'e. Things were working out beautifully; they couldn't possibly be going better.
Fortunately, everyone in the group (with the possible exception of Mrs. Wyatt) drank rather heavily, and so there were many rounds of after-dinner drinks. Laughter abounded. Spirits were high.
Maria and Randolph Reardon had been outside for quite some time when Vern excused himself and went looking discreetly for his date and his prospective client. Outside, he proceeded along the wide walkway, searching. It-had grown quite dark, despite the row of overhead amber lights.
Vern could not sight Randolph and Maria anywhere. He quickened his step and reached the pro shop, and then rounded the corner. Still there was no one in view. Squinting, frowning, he stood staring out at the golf course, puzzled. Where could they have gone, he thought. Certainly not in the men's bar or men's locker room. He wanted Maria to be persuasive, but it seemed she had gone too far. A short walk was one thing, but a twenty-minute disappearance was something else again! Where in hell had Maria taken Randolph Reardon?
And then, maybe twenty yards in the distance, behind a group of closely grouped trees, Vern sighted what he was certain was a bit of white material. Maria's gown? Good God! She wouldn't dare be so brazen. He stepped onto the damp grass and quietly approached the spot.
Very quietly, he reached the trees and stood behind the largest. To his amazement, in full view (but fortunately not in view of the guests inside the dining room) were Maria and Reardon. Maria sat on the grass, her gown hiked up about her waist and her back against one of the tree trunks. Her legs were spread wide and, between her smooth legs, was Reardon's bobbing head.
"Oh, Jesus!" Maria was uttering through clenched teeth. "Oh, nobody-but nobody-has ever made m-me feel like t-this. Ohhhhh, Randy! Your tongue is-is driving me out of my m-mind!"
Vern could actually hear the slurping sounds of saliva and Randolph Reardon's grunts as he gorged himself on Maria's tasty, young cunt. Maria held his head lightly in her palms, guiding him and shoving her pelvis at his gulping mouth in grinding and steady movements. He had to laugh at her calling him "Randy."
Vern was tempted to stop them before one of his guests discovered what he had discovered. But of course he could not. His position was agonizing. He had to stop them, but he could not stop them! He would have to let their session run its course and pray they were not discovered.
Suddenly Maria forced Randolph to cease his gobbling at her pussy. She raised his head, planted a huge kiss on his cunt-wet face and told him she wanted to finish him with her mouth.
"I-I don't want to come," she stammered. "It's so delicious feeling, and-and I'm tempted, but n-not here. We'll have to meet sometime when we have more time. B-but let me f-finish you, darling!"
Good girl, Vern thought. In a way, he wished Maria hadn't moved so quickly and taken such a risk, but if she got him alone, Vern reasoned, she would be in a better position to influence his decision regarding the alliance of his company with Shipley Research more effectively. She had told him to leave the tactics to her, so he would do so.
And, Jesus, was she ever getting tactical!
"Oh, Randy, you're so hard and-and long. I-I can hardly wait to get that big, beautiful thing in my mouth! I-I've never done anything so openly before. Oh, my...you've got me saying things I've never dared utter before, too," she lied.
"Randy" was obviously eating up everything Maria said. He actually believed her! He then rested his own back against the tree trunk and, staring down with his mouth open, watched Maria begin showering the bulbous, dribbling head of his immense hard-on with noisy kisses.
"Oh, those big balls!" Maria gasped. "They're so furry and beautiful." She began massaging Randolph's testicles and letting her tongue-tip flick against and around Randolph's pulsing flesh stalk.
Randolph let out a long moan and stared enraptured as beautiful Maria began giving him the blow job of a lifetime. "You're so beautiful to be doing this," he sighed.
"Beautiful women are human, too," Maria replied, ceasing her laving efforts long enough to remove a hair from her chin. "Especially when a man has an organ as beautiful and manly as yours!"
"Oh, yeah," Randolph groaned. "Do it, baby. Suck my rod."
Maria's head began bobbing faster-frantically, crazily, as she mewed and squealed to coax forth Randolph's load.
"It's coming, baby," Randolph said. 'It's gonna come. I-I better pull it out of-of your mouth."
Maria answered by attacking his prick with even greater fervor.
'You mean, you'll l-let me come in your mouth? You'll let me shoot off in your m-mouth. Ohhhh, Jesus!" His head rolled.
"Ummm-hmmm," Maria replied, repeating her answer over and over again as she nursed and gobbled on the engorged shaft that slid in and out of her beautiful lips.
Randolph's grunts and panting became hysterical then. He clutched at Maria's raven-black hair and drove into her craving oral cavity with a fury. "A beautiful woman like you," he said. "A beautiful woman like you g-gonna-gonna swallow my load. H-Here it comes...here it comes!"
Maria let no drop of Randolph's load escape her mouth. He screamed in subdued bursts, spasming and shuddering as Maria's throat constricted-gulping, drinking, gobbling, gurgling with joy. For just an instant, Vern felt the beginning of jealousy, but then he told himself Maria was doing this for him.
When it was over, Vern discreetly retreated to the walk and hovered in the shadows until the two of them returned to the walkway. He appeared then suddenly, glad that they both had somehow managed to make themselves look presentable.
"Ah, so there you two are," he said, feigning surprise . "Out enjoying the air, eh?"
"Uh, yes," Randolph Reardon said, embarrassed. "Did anyone miss us?"
"Oh, no," Vern said reassuringly, winking slyly at Maria, who winked back at him. "We were all joking about you two inside, but everyone trusts my fianc'e with you."
"Good, good," Randolph said, forcing a smile, obviously relieved. "Yes, Miss Reese and myself were simply out enjoying the night air. A beautiful evening, isn't it?"
"Yes, it certainly is," Vern said innocently, and then he hurried on ahead so that Maria could make whatever pitch she had in mind in privacy.
Vern waited inside the door until Maria and Randolph arrived, and then the three of them returned to the group table. "I caught these two outside all by themselves," he said, laughing. "For a minute I was worried, but they were only admiring the golf course."
Everyone laughed good-naturedly, and Vern was astounded that such a group of naive and unsuspecting men could head up such large and important companies. Captains of Industry, he thought. God, what is this country coming to?
And that's the way it went for the rest of the evening. One by one, Maria managed to disappear with each of the males at the party, and each time everybody in the group made a joke of the "innocent strolls" to admire the golf course. After the strolls, there were very satisfied-looking looks on the faces of the men. Vern could not understand why the men were not jealous of each other. But they were not, so Vern was not going to worry about it. Hell, the wives even kidded Vern about his fianc'e's playing around-"flirting," they said.
If they only knew the half of it!
Afterwards, he drove Maria back to her car parked near his office, and Maria told him she had arranged to meet all three of the men secretly-unbeknownst to their wives, of course.
"You're amazing," Vern said. "I mean, I expected favorable results, but this is incredible!"
I told you to leave the 'tactics' to me," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "Are you pleased? Have you any doubts that I can influence those gentlemen to decide things in your favor?"
"Yes, I'm pleased, though somewhat jealous. And, no, I don't doubt that you can influence any man to do anything."
"Good," Maria said. "Now let's go somewhere where I can do what I've been doing all evening-only for real. Besides, I like to come once in a while myself, you know."
"Yes, I can well imagine," Vern said. "How about my office?"
"Fine," Maria said, stroking Vern's leg as he braked the car to a halt in his private parking slot behind Shipley Research.