Chapter 15
The conference wasn't what Ginger expected. She expected a sedate group of nerds calmly discussing deep, involved subjects. Instead, she encountered raucous sessions where a multitude of voices seemed to be shouting about a plethora of subjects all at once. She-likened the affair to organized chaos. She circulated among the groups, keeping an eye on Ilsa and Duke as well as she could. She was glad when she could escape the clamor and take a shower before meeting her charges for dinner.
She dressed casually and went next door. Duke put down his newspaper, stood and kissed the back of her hand.
"You are lovely," he said. "I look at you and my outlook on life takes a decided turn for the better."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," she quipped. She kissed him lightly on the lips and patted his cheek affectionately.
"What did you think of the symposium?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Organized pandemonium. I don't see how you can stand a week of such bedlam."
"We might not," Ilsa said as she came in from the bedroom.
Ginger felt a momentary flash of panic. If they didn't plan to stay for the entire week, she had to make her pitch to buy the formula tonight.
"Oh? Are you thinking of leaving early?" she asked.
"Let us talk about it over dinner," Duke said. He held out his arms, the ladies each took one, and they headed for the elevators.
Ilsa said, "We came here for a specific reason, and it looks as if we have failed to achieve our purpose."
"If you will tell me your purpose, maybe I can help," Ginger said.
"With Duke's help, I have been working on a formula that I hoped would make us rich," Ilsa replied.
They arrived at the entrance to the hotel restaurant and the conversation lapsed for the moment.
"A booth, please," Duke told the hostess. He seated Ginger, slid in after her, and Ilsa followed. "Sitting between two such beautiful women makes me feel more important. Other men will look at me and wonder how such an old man can keep two sexy young women happy."
Ginger smiled. "Flattery rolls off you tongue so easily, Duke. Does it come naturally, or did you have to learn to be so gallant?"
"He is a knight in shining armor," Ilsa interjected. She kissed him on the cheek. "And you would not believe what a superb lover he is."
"Stop before you embarrass an old man," Duke protested. Nevertheless, he beamed with pleasure.
"You aren't an old man," Ginger said. "Ilsa and I had a girl talk yesterday afternoon, and I know you aren't just any man, either."
A look of consternation crossed Duke's face. "Ach, liebchen, you should not tell secrets," he admonished.
"Your secret is safe with me," Ginger hastened to assure him. "I think you have a wonderful relationship. Maybe if my father had treated me the way you treat Ilsa, I wouldn't have become so inhibited."
Duke's eyebrows shot up and he grinned broadly. "You, inhibited? After what I had the pleasure of watching last night?"
Ginger blushed a bright red. "Well, I was," she said defensively. "What you watched last night is the new Ginger. You wouldn't believe what I had to endure to get rid of most of my hang-ups."
Ilsa leaned over and gave Ginger a festive smile. "Whatever it was, I am delighted you endured it," she said. "I hope we can have more 'talks' like the one last night."
"I also hope so," Duke said. "Ilsa says I am a very cunning linguist, so perhaps you will occasionally invite me to join you for some pleasant conversation."
His play on words brought a laugh from both women.
"Ginger," Duke said slowly, letting the name roll off his tongue. "Such a pretty name. So full of spirit. Ilsa, is not our bodyguard a lovely lady?"
"She is beautiful," Ilsa agreed. "Just like her name. So lively, so full of spirit. I would like to show her just how wonderful I think she is."
"Then you should do so, my dear," Duke suggested, grinning slyly.
"And just how do you plan to show me?" Ginger asked, beginning to feel a tad uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. She wanted to talk about that damn formula, not go back to the room and fuck. At least not right that moment.
Before Ilsa or Duke could answer, a young lady arrived to take their order for drinks. As she walked away, Duke admired the swing of her ass and said, "One thing I like so much about your country. There are so many lovely, such delicious, young things everywhere. It is almost enough to give an old man heart trouble."
"You are not an old man, Duke," Ginger said. "You look so virile, and you're very handsome."
"Ach, please. You will embarrass me."
"I think we will not be disturbed for a few minutes," Ilsa mused. "Shall I show her we admire her, Duke?"
"Yes, liebchen, I think you should."
"As I asked before, just how do you plan to show me?"
"Duke, Ginger told me about an American saying, about having your cake and eating it, too, which means you want everything. She said that is not possible with most things in life, but is possible with pussy. Do you think I could help myself to a piece of cake?"
"What a charming metaphor," Duke said. "So correct. Yes, by all means, you must do with this exquisite creature what one would do with a piece of delicious cake."
Ginger was confused. "You don't mean you want to.. .right here? You wouldn't dare!" Nonetheless, the scandalous idea made her pussy tingle with excitement.
"Why not? The table would conceal me. Who would know but Duke?" Ilsa glanced at him and licked her lips. "And he loves to watch me give a pussy a gratifying tongue bath." She flowed smoothly out of her seat and her head disappeared under the table.
Ginger glanced down, then looked anxiously at Duke. He smiled nonchalantly and patted her knee.
Ginger felt Ilsa's hand creep up the inside of her bare thigh. "Ilsa, my God, baby, you can't do this," she said frantically. "Not here." A tingling sensation lanced through her loins and juice gushed into her pussy. In spite of misgivings, the bawdy idea appealed to her. Again, she looked to Duke for help. He calmly sipped his drink and waited. "Oh, God," she whispered.
Ilsa's whisper drifted up from beneath the table. "Darling, please lift your ass so I can remove your panties. They are in the way of my tongue."
Ginger hoped no one else could hear Ilsa's lewd comment. As if hypnotized by the erotic events, she lifted her ass slightly. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered. "I must be completely out of my mind." She felt a movement by her thigh, looked down and saw Ilsa holding her panties up. She grabbed the thin garment and stuffed them in Duke's pocket. "Here, you might as well keep them as a memento of the time you and your bawdy daughter totally debauched me."
"My dear, debauchment, like seduction or corruption, requires the full cooperation of the other person."
"God help me, I am cooperating, you smug bastard," Ginger mumbled. She looked him in the eye as she pulled the front of her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs to make room for Ilsa's head. "There, is that what you want?"
Duke put his open hand on her belly, just above her bush. "Such beautiful red hair. My favorite. Your bush is so thick. So curly. And my, my, so long."
Usa unzipped Duke's pants, extracted his cock and kissed the head. "Play with his lovely cock while I suck your cunt, darling."
Ginger looked at Duke's cock and nearly lost her breath. "Good God, Duke, how far did you have to chase that horse to steal his cock?" I told Bernie he should let me practice on Walter's cock! God, I hope I don't choke on this thing the first time I suck it.
"Is it not gorgeous?" Ilsa asked.
"Magnificent," Ginger agreed. "Now I know one of the reasons you like to fuck him." I know I can hardly wait to feel it stretching my little cunt wide open!
She wrapped her hand around the hefty tool, closed her eyes, and sighed. God, it's really happening. I'm going to let another woman eat me while I play with her father's cock! Right in the middle of a busy restaurant! How crazy! How wild!
Ilsa's mouth settled on her pussy. The tip of her tongue wiggled between Ginger's cunt lips and touched her pussy, and Ginger inhaled sharply.
God, how incredible.. .sitting here playing with Duke's cock, looking around at all these people, and getting my pussy licked. All at the same time. What would they do if they knew? It's simply too weird to believe!
But she had to believe it. Ilsa began to flick her tongue over the growing nubbin of her clit with rapid movements. Wanton, extravagant and shocking thoughts deluged her mind as the erotic sensations coursed through her body. In spite of her best effort, she moaned out loud.
"You made a lot of noise last night, my dear," Duke said quietly. "Please do not be so loud now when you cum."
She squeezed his cock harder and took a sip of her drink, hoping the alcohol would help fortify her. If anything, it made matters worse. The crazy, audacious situation and Ilsa's lively tongue were bringing her to the peak of passion in a frantic rush.
"Oh, oh," she groaned between clenched teeth. "I'm cumming, Duke! Oh, God, I'm cumming so fucking hard!"
She kept her teeth clenched so she wouldn't cry out, began to shudder all over, and pulled on Duke's cock. He caressed her belly and watched her close as she fed Ilsa her delectable sex fluid.
"You look so sexy when you cum," Duke said.
Ginger caught her breath and said, "I think I came harder than I ever have. Something about this crazy situation really turned me on. I never thought I was an exhibitionist, but now I just might have to change my mind."
Ilsa climbed from under the table and sat down, acting as if everything was perfectly normal. She lifted her napkin and daintily wiped Ginger's cum from her mouth. "I have never tasted such a sweet pussy, darling," she said as she raised her glass and saluted Ginger. "And believe me, I have tasted a lot of pussies."
Duke raised his glass and toasted them both. "To my magnificent showgirls. Your performance is worthy of an award."
"More like a reward," Ginger teased as she stuffed his cock back in his pants. "Better put this thing away. Here comes the waitress with our food." She snickered and said very softly, "The rest of the meal is going to be anticlimactic." She shuddered at the bad pun.
"Perhaps we can make up for it later," Ilsa said. "It does not matter if we miss the meetings tomorrow. I am afraid we are not going to find what we came here for."
"Things have a way of turning out the way you least expect," Ginger said. "I have a confession to make, and I don't want to put it off any longer. I like you two, very much, and I don't want to continue to sail under false colors. I am not just your bodyguard. I work for an industrial security firm. The hotel agreed to let me pose as your escort."
"Okay," Ilsa said, using the American idiom easily. "It does not matter who pays you, we are honored to have an escort, especially you."
"I think there is more," Duke said. "You have some purpose that has nothing to do with guarding our bodies, yes?"
"Yes. My employer's client wants to buy your formula for a new fuel. I am authorized to make you an offer."
Ilsa's face fell about two feet. "Oh, shit," she muttered.
"I'm sorry if I disappointed you," Ginger said. "I did not deliberately deceive you. I was going to, then I found out that I really like you. Can you forgive me?"
"Oh, darling, there is nothing to forgive," Ilsa said. "You do not understand. My formula does not work. Even with Duke's help, I could not make it work. It blows up! Every time we tried it, the engine would run for a few minutes, then ka-boom!, the damn thing would explode.
"So, you see, we have nothing to sell. We tried to find someone here who might help us, but no one wanted to talk about it. They think it is a ridiculous idea. That is why is does not matter if we do not attend any more meetings. We must go home with nothing."
Ginger knew immediately how she could help her new friends and turn the table on Bernie at the same time. "Maybe not," she said. "I was told to buy the formula. No one said it has to work."
"Your employer does not care if it does not work?" Ilsa asked.
"My employer is merely an agent, honey. He doesn't care about anything but money, and he will get paid if I get the formula."
"What will happen when the people who hired him learn the formula does not work?" Duke asked.
Ginger shrugged. "That's his problem. But, if I know him, he will weasel out of any trouble that might come down the pike. He is a very skillful weasel."
"I cannot imagine that anyone would pay for a formula that does not work," Ilsa said sadly.
"Would you consider five million a fair price?"
Ilsa gulped and blurted, "Five million what?"
"American dollars," Ginger answered calmly.
"Who would pay such a sum for something that does not actually exist?"
"My boss wouldn't tell me," Ginger said. "I think you should ask for more. Maybe ten million. Five for each of you. My boss didn't know you have been helping Ilsa, Duke. He told me five was tops, but I think he can go higher." She looked at Ilsa and grinned. "I think you can get whatever you ask for. You have a special negotiating capability. Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
"You are not only very lovely, Ginger, you have also done your job very well," Duke said. "Your supervisor is to be commended for selecting you for this assignment. If he had sent a man, we would have sent him back. You are a kindred spirit. We can relate to you. We do hope to see much more of you."
"Oh, I think you can count on it," Ginger said with a big grin. "Especially after Ilsa did her little bit with the hors d'oeuvres under the table.
So, what now? Can business wait until tomorrow? I think we should go upstairs and celebrate."
"I brought some very good schnapps you should try," Duke said.
"You also have something else I want to try," Ginger quipped.
Duke threw a couple of large denomination bills on the table and escorted them out of the restaurant.