Chapter 8

At first, Barney used freelance artists, writing the copy himself. But as business got increasingly better, he hired people to work on a permanent basis for him. Within six months, he had landed other lucrative accounts including a cosmetic business, a chain of auto tire dealers, a wholesale pet supply business and another smaller department store in Manhattan.

Mr. Bloom liked his work so much he wanted Barney to work for him exclusively, be his advertising manager. But Barney refused; he liked being his own boss. He was taking only $200 a week out of the business and plowing everything else back.

The cosmetic business was owned and managed by Dorothy Mays, a beautiful, hard-driving executive in her late thirties. She was the most troublesome client of all, being a stickler for detail. But Barney respected her business acumen. She had built the business up from nothing into a $2 million a year business, and it was increasing every year.

She was a heavy advertiser, particularly in the women's magazines. Barney was netting between $15,OOO and $20,000 a year from her account plus production charges.

Usually, he didn't like hard-driving career women like Dorothy, but she could be tantalizingly feminine when she chose to be. She had large, firm breasts, long supple legs, and the trim dresses and suits she wore accentuated the curves of her lovely buttocks. But Barney was very circumspect in his behavior towards her. He would have liked to sleep with her, but he wasn't taking any chances on losing such a good account. What he didn't realize was that Dorothy wanted to sleep with him and what Dorothy wanted, she usually got.

Barney was seeing Amelia two or three times a week and enjoying sexual relations with her. On the sly, he was also seeing June, Penny and some of the girls from his old agency. He was humping himself to a frazzle.

One morning, Dorothy scheduled an eight o'clock appointment with Barney because she was so infernally busy the rest of the day what with phones ringing and people to see. The truth was, she wanted to be alone with him when nobody else was at the office. Also, she was one woman who enjoyed sex early in the morning. It stimulated her.

"What's the matter?" she asked Barney when she saw his bleary eyes, "You must have gotten to bed late last night."

Barney grunted something noncommittal; as a matter-of-fact, he had taken Penny out to supper, then screwed her, and he hadn't gotten to sleep till after three. But he couldn't very well tell Dorothy that.

She looked fresh as a daisy. She looked positively beautiful and sensuous this morning in a flowered print that accentuated her bountiful curves.

They quickly went over a campaign advertising her latest lipstick creation-Cherry Red. The advertisement was to appear in full color and Dorothy was driving him crazy to get the exact shade of red she wanted. She puckered up her lips and came up close to him.

"This is the shade," she said, "Now does that look like the shade in the advertisement? Does it?"

He could smell her heady perfume and his penis twitched warningly, tired as he was. She was a delectable dish all right. She was so close to him when she turned around to look at the advertisement, her full breasts brushed against him.

She took his white handkerchief out of his breast pocket and pressed her lips to it. "There," she said, "That's the color. You can see for yourself it's not the same."

"It looks pretty much alike to me," Barney said. "Pretty much isn't good enough," said Dorothy, "It's got to be exact." She looked at him calculatingly. Then she kissed him, pressing her lips hard against his. She handed him her pocket mirror and told him to see for himself how red his lips were now.

"Was that a business kiss or a pleasure kiss?" Barney asked, smiling.

"You'd know it when I gave you a pleasure kiss," said Dorothy.

"Is that right? Well, there's no time like the present," said Barney.

Dorothy put her arms around him and kissed him. Her breath was sweet and her tongue delectable. It curled around in his mouth and finally interlocked with his own tongue. They tongue kissed for several minutes, then she sank to the floor, unzipped his fly, took his tool out, and began sucking it. His male flesh bulged in her mouth and she was making wet, sucking noises as her head bobbed up and down. As tired as he had felt before, Barney forgot his weariness in the delicious intoxication of her sucking his tool.

Then he pulled away, feeling that he was about to come. And he didn't want to come just yet.

"What's the matter?" Dorothy pouted, "Just when I was doing so beautifully," and she looked longingly at his eight inch long penis with a drop of pearly semen on the very tip of it.

Barney pulled her to her feet, then slowly undressed her, feeling her curving, full breasts and wide, pink nipples. She had a huge mass of pubic hair forming a triangle just above her meaty crack. He told her to turn around slowly so he could admire her beautiful body. She had dimples in her buttocks and Barney bent down and bit the dimples.

Then she undressed him, her fingers fingering over his hard muscles, her fingernails tickling his nipples, her hands cupping his massive balls and finally coming to rest on his huge spear of fleh.

"I'd like to do it to you up the ass," said Barney, "Is that all right?"

She kissed him lingeringly. "Anything you want is all right with me, lover."

He turned her around and parting her buttocks, inserted the tip of his penis up her anus. She groaned voluptuously. He reached round and felt for her hanging breasts which seemed even larger now that she was bending over. He clutched her bosom, tearing at her nipples in his sexual frenzy, plucking them with the sensitive tips of his fingers, tickling and twiddling them. His rod slipped up her backside. It felt marvelous, the tightness of her anal crevice resisting his penis. He rammed it up as far as it would go, then slowly withdrew it, dripping and slippery. He shoved it in again as far as it would go, then slowly out. In out, in out, in out. She screamed once in her pain, then reached around behind her and dug her fingernails into his thighs.

Just as he was about to come, Barney withdrew his penis quickly and rested up for the main event ahead. She sat down on his lap, squirming her white buttocks around on his tool and kissing him repeatedly. Then she turned around, straddling him, her legs wide apart. She fit the lips of her vagina on the thick, beet-red tip of his penis. Her lips parted as the penis penetrated her vagina. She sighed with voluptuous pleasure, pressing her breasts to his mouth. She kissed the top of his curly head as he sucked away at her nipples, his tongue going round and round in concentric circles, his tool pronging away for dear life.

"I've had a yen for you ever since the first time I met you," Dorothy gasped, clenching her cunt muscles tightly about his probing penis. "Ooooohh, do it hard, do it gooooooood."

Barney seized her buttocks and cupped them in his hands, bringing them as close as he could to his inward charging penis. He bit her rosy nipples, but not too hard, just hard enough to excite and thrill her. She could feel the thick, juicy flesh of his tool penetrating her vagina. It felt marvelous, sending tickling shivers up and down her spine. Her mouth pressed down on his right ear and her tongue licked away wetly, her breath warm and perfumed in his ear. She wriggled sensuously on his lap, rising up and down with the push-pull rhythm of his tool.

Barney stood up and, not losing a stroke, carried her over to the bed where he Jay her down gently. Then he brought his knees up to her buttocks and shoved his tool all the way in, groaning in his delight. He buried his head in her bosom, rubbing his cheeks against the silken curves, rubbling at her nipples, kissing them, licking them, sucking them until they stood up, hard and erect. He was sucking her nipples so hard, false dimples appeared in his cheeks from the sucking tension.

She had spasmed half a dozen times already and was limp with ecstasy, but the half dozen times were nothing compared to the last minute orgasm when Barney came, too. She felt the hot semen spurting into her vagina and then an explosion of tickling delight as Barney shoved his tool all the way in. His mouth was wet and drooling with saliva as he came, and his eyes were closed in ecstasy. Both bodies strained mightily at each other in this final moment of orgasm. Then Barney collapsed on top of her, his body heaving and shuddering.

"Christ," he murmured after a while, "That was one hell of a lay, Dorothy."

"Thank you," she said, "You weren't too bad yourself. In fact, you were pretty good, lover. Now let's get back to business."

It was as though nothing had happened. Dorothy calmly put her clothes back on and he got dressed and they resumed their argument about the color in the advertisement.

By now Barney had a fairly sizeable staff working for him. He had an art director, three artists plus a layout artist, a production manager, two production assistants, four copywriters, a media director, a research director, a receptionist, bookkeeper, and three secretaries.

He generally got to the office around nine and worked straight through till six, sending out for a sandwich and coffee at lunch time. At six, he would force himself to go to a good restaurant and eat a big dinner, knowing that if he stayed in the office without any food, he would eventually get sick. At eight, he was back in the office and he frequently stayed till midnight. Barney was making money hand-over-fist, and he loved it, loved the idea that he was making it, becoming a successful young advertising executive. The money itself meant nothing to him; he secretly felt smug sometimes that a financial idiot like himself could be earning so much money. The agency was netting $850,000 a year and prospects looked good. He had paid Amelia back her $60,000 with interest over her protests that she didn't want any interest.

"Isn't it time we got married, darling?" Amelia asked one night when she dragged him away from the office.

"Now let's not start that," Barney expostulated.

"Well, what valid objection could you have, darling?" she said. "We love each other, we're good in bed with each other, you're financially able to support me in the style I'm accustomed to and-well, what else do we need?"

Barney wasn't in love with her. He liked her well enough, was grateful to her for loaning him the $60,000 when he needed it-but marriage? That was a horse of a different color. He was married to the business, and a happy marriage it had turned out to be. Sure they were good in bed together, but the same could be said for a dozen girls he was sleeping with currently. No, marriage was out of the question.

"I guess I'm just not ready to take the big plunge," Barney admitted. He looked at his watch. "You'll have to excuse me now, Amelia, but I have to get back to the office."

"What's the matter with you, Barney?" Amelia asked, the hint of tears in her voice. 'You've become a money-mad businessman. You were never like this in Vermont."

"There's nothing the matter with me," Barney replied, a little irritated in spite of himself. "I consider myself lucky that I love my work and I'm earning a very good living at it."

"What about me?" Amelia quavered, her nose getting suspiciously red, "Do I fit into your scheme of things or don't I?"

Barney put his arm around her waist. "Sure you do, honey." He kissed her cheek. "If I got married to any girl, it would be you. It's just that-I don't know-marriage is out of the question for me now. I don't know how I'll feel about that a year from now, but that's the way I feel now."

"Why should I let you sleep with me if that's the way you feel?" Amelia asked, frowning.

"You're right," Barney grinned, "From now on we'll be like sister and brother to each other."

Amelia wouldn't let him touch her for a month after that.

Barney was working too hard and he knew it. He was coming into the office on Saturdays and Sundays, too, because there was so much paperwork involved. He decided to take a long weekend off in Miami-fly down Thursday night and back Sunday night. That would give him three full days to soak up the sun and relax and not think about the office. He left full instructions with his staff, then caught a plane down to Miami Thursday night. He had treated himself to first class, figuring he was entitled to it after all these months and months of hard work.

On the plane, he was seated next to a redhead who reminded him of a younger version of Rita Hayworth, when she was in her heyday. He struck up a conversation and learned that the redhead's name was Billie Saunders. She was married to a stockbroker and was flying down to where they had a condominium. She planned to stay for three or four weeks depending on the weather. Her husband couldn't come down this weekend but he planned to come down every weekend after that and possibly stay one week with her.

Now Barney had made a mental resolution not to indulge in sex these three days. Sunshine and rest-that was to be his cure, self-administered. But when he saw this beautiful creature smiling at him, his resolve weakened. He bought her a drink and had one himself, and they chatted with each other. She had been a model before she met George. Barney interrupted to ask her if she had a picture of George, her husband.

"I'm afraid not. George isn't very photogenic He's short and fat and losing his hair and wears glasses."

"He must have a great deal of charm, then, to persuade a beautiful creature like yourself to marry him," Barney offered gallantly.

She gazed at him boldly. "George has a great deal of money."

Barney returned the look. He patted her hand. "I think this is going to be a very interesting weekend," he said.

He was right. He took her dancing that very first night. They danced till three, then he took her home to her condominium apartment, which was right on the water. He was all set to fuck her and was surprised when she asked him to whip her first.

"I get a real charge out of being whipped," she confessed.

Barney shrugged and took his belt off while she took off all her clothes. The only light in the bedroom was the moonlight streaming in through the windows. Her body was that of a goddess, firm breasts, flat belly, long legs. He raised the belt up high over his head, then brought it down on her shoulders. The metal buckle sank into her tender flesh, raising a red welt. She groaned and inserted her finger up her slit and began playing with herself, a rapt expression on her face as he kept on whipping her. The belt whistled through the air and came down on her naked shoulders and back and buttocks, and she screamed in mingled pain and pleasure, meanwhile playing with her vagina, her finger going in faster and faster. She enjoyed several orgasms, her lovely body shuddering in ecstasy. Then she fell to her knees grovelling before him, kissing his feet and urging him to keep on whipping her. Barney whipped her until his hand was tired, then he picked up her bruised body and carried her over to the bed. He got undressed and was about to mount her when she told him she would rather suck him this first time, if he didn't mind.

"Hell, I don't mind," Barney chuckled. He lay down on the bed, his tool standing proud and erect, ready for action. He watched her as she opened her mouth up wide and swallowed the thick, juicy tip of his penis. Waves of feeling coursed through his body, delightful feeling. Her mouth slowly slid down his tool, her tongue licking away at the bulging blue veins on the thick flesh. Her teeth nibbled gently at his rod as she sucked away, her lovely head bobbing up and down.

"That's it, honey," Barney urged her on, "Suck me till Kingdom Come. Christ, I l-o-v-e it, keep sucking me, baby, suck me slow and easy!"

She sucked him slow and easy, her voluptuous mouth performing wonders on his quivering tool. And while she sucked him, her hands were busy on his chest, her long, graceful fingers twiddling his nipples. Finally, he could hold back no longer. He ejaculated into her mouth. The thick, hot semen spurted down her throat and she swallowed as much as she could, some of it dribbling and oozing down her chin. Barney's body jerked and quivered in the ecstasy of his orgasm and finally, he had to seize her bobbing head and pull it away from his tool because he couldn't stand the exquisite pleasure of it any longer.

Barney enjoyed his long weekend in Miami, although he didn't get the rest he had originally planned. He took Billie to the dog races, nightclubbing and just about every activity the city provided They swam and fished and sunbathed to their hearts' content. And every night, they made passionate love in a variety of positions and embraces. Barney was having such a good time he hated to take the plane back Sunday night.

Back at the office, it seemed he had been gone a month instead of three short days. He plunged into his work, buried himself in it, and got back into his regular routine. It was as though he had never been away.

He was seeing Amelia more steadily now. She was after him hot and heavy to marry her, and he felt himself weakening in his resolution not to get married as yet. He certainly liked her well enough. As for love, he didn't know exactly what love was. Maybe marriage wouldn't be a bad thing. It was time he settled down. Barney wasn't quite sure about it, but Amelia sensed his weakening and she redoubled her efforts.

One night they were in bed together when she told him she was thinking of going back to Vermont permanently. His heart seemed to skip a beat He kissed her luscious breasts.

"Why would you want to do a thing like that?" he asked, fondling her nipples.

She pulled away from him petulantly. "I think the reason is obvious, don't you? After all, we're not children. We shouldn't be playing games with each other."

He nuzzled her loins, his mouth searching for her vagina. She involuntarily spread her legs to afford his mouth easier entrance. His lips found the meaty crack and his tongue slipped inside. She sighed as she felt his tongue probing her very core. Her clitoris sprang up hard and erect. He licked away voraciously, his mouth rubbing up and down the lips of her vagina.

"We're such perfect bedmates," Amelia murmured', her hand caressing his bobbing head. "We'd make a perfect married couple, darling."

Barney lifted his head up from between her thighs. "What's wrong with just keeping on the way we are now?" he asked.

"I want to have children," Amelia said, "And I don't mean to have them out of wedlock."

Barney mounted her, his hands cupping her beautiful breasts, the tip of his tool finding the lips of her vagina. "I don't understand why you're in such a hurry to have children," he said as his tool slid all the way up her slit.

"Oh god." Amelia moaned at the intense pleasure of his hot tool inside her, "I want to have your children because you're my man. My only man, the one I love truly."

He was pumping away rhythmically now, pushing it in and out, in and out, his mouth at her nipples licking away. "I don't particularly want children now, Amelia darling."

"You can't have your cake and eat it, you know," she said, pushing her hips up to meet the onslaught of his probing tool. It felt so good, so delicious.

"Give me some time to think it over," he cajoled, "I hate to rush into anything as serious as marriage." His buttocks were rising and falling as he pumped away into her, his knees propped up against her heaving buttocks.

"We've known each other three years, Barney," said Amelia, digging her fingernails into his muscular shoulders. "That's not rushing into anything and you know it. You're just stalling me because you want your pleasure."

"I'm all wrapped up in my business, honey," said Barney, "You know the hours I put in. It wouldn't be fair to you. I tell you what. Give me another year and then I'll make an honest woman of you."

Much to his amazement, Amelia burst into tears. He stopped pumping away at her and asked what was the matter?

"I don't want to wait another year," she wailed. "I don't trust you, anyways. After the year was up, you'd ask for another year. And another year. You're in love with another girl, aren't you?"

Barney swore there was no other girl-none that he was in love with, at any rate. His tool had become limp, what with the arguing. It fell out of her slit. She rolled away from him and began putting on her clothes.

"What are you doing?" Barney asked, "You can't leave me like this."

"Oh, can't I, though," said Amelia grimly. "I'm leaving, and you'll never see me again."

"Amelia-"

"I mean it, Barney," she said, her voice trembling, her eyes filled with tears. "I've had enough of this run-around." She had put all her clothes on and was headed for the door when he called out to her.

"All right, damn it! You win, Amelia, I'll marry you."

She turned around and gazed at him, incredulous. "Do you mean it, Barney?"

"Of course I mean it," he said gruffly.

She came running back to him, her arms outstretched. "Darling!" She kissed him, her mouth moist and tremulous. He could taste her salty tears. Then he undressed her and made love to her again. This time, his instrument did not become limp. On the contrary, it attained a full eight inch quivering length, and he shoved all eight inches into her quim until she thought she would perish with delight.

"Oh, I love you, darling," Amelia moaned, her arms around his neck, "Screw me hard, real hard."

He shoved his tool all the way in until his balls dangled at the lips of her vagina. Then he slowly and voluptuously withdrew it, sliding it out inch by inch so that the tickling sensation lasted. His mouth was at her nipples, sucking away until they became distended, their soft pinkness accentuated by the creamy whiteness of her upcurving breasts.

Suddenly, he wanted to do it between her lovely breasts. He withdrew his tool and, pressing her breasts together, slid his penis between the twin beauties. Up and down, up and down his penis slid and the tickling sensation was simply marvelous. Then he dipped the tip of his penis into each nipple, rubbing the head against the soft pink nipples while Amelia moaned in exquisite delight. She couldn't resist, she opened her mouth wide and pursed her red lips over the top of his tool, softly sucking it, her tongue flickering around it. Then she ate his penis as though it were a juicy ear of corn, her mouth opening and closing, her teeth nibbling the hard male flesh with the bulging blue veins. She took the tip in her mouth again, adding inch by inch as she sucked away furiously, her warm saliva acting as a lubricant. Barney could hold back no longer; he ejaculated into her mouth, ecstasy convulsing his entire body.