Chapter 17
Ginger summoned Bernie to the hotel the next afternoon.
"So, you couldn't get the job done, huh?" he quipped immediately after Ginger introduced Ilsa and Duke. "Had to call old Bernie in to clean up."
"Oh, she did her job very well," Ilsa said with an inscrutable smile. "I will accept your offer."
The rebuke didn't faze Bernie. "Where's the formula?" he asked.
"Not so fast," Ginger said. "We have a couple of requirements you have to meet before you get it."
"We?" Bernie interjected. "You work for me."
Ginger let his reprimand slide. For the moment. "Doctor Mueller helped Doctor Kroncke develop and test the formula." Which was absolutely true. She simply didn't tell him the whole truth, that the formula didn't work. "He deserves equal reward for his work."
"So?" he said to Ilsa. "Why don't you split the five million between you? That seems fair to me."
"Double your offer, Bernie," Ginger said. "Give them each five."
"That's blackmail!" Bernie huffed.
Ginger smiled. "The color of oil, Bernie. Lots of oil that won't be worth a damn unless your clients buy Ilsa's formula. They can't stop the process, Bernie, and you know it. Ilsa and Duke will agree, in writing, not to pursue work on the formula in return for five million apiece." Again, she simply didn't tell him the whole truth, that they wouldn't pursue work on that particular formula, which they knew didn't work anyway. "You aren't usually a reasonable person, Bernie, but you can be just this once if you try real hard. You know threats won't work, and I know you held back a bargaining chip. You always do. Now is the time to use it."
"Do I have any choice?" Bernie said, trying hard to make himself sound a lot more dejected than he felt. Actually, he felt immense relief and elation. He had not expected Ginger to get the formula at all, much less for an amount below what he estimated it would cost. "You said I have to meet a couple of conditions. What's the other one?"
"Deposit the money in a Swiss bank." Ginger handed him a slip of paper. "Here are the account numbers."
Bernie lifted one eyebrow. "You trust me not to pull a fast one?"
"You wouldn't dare, Bernie," Ginger said quietly, but quite sternly. "I have a personal interest in this. Any funny stuff, and you have to answer to me. Need I remind you that you wouldn't like the prospect?"
Bernie smiled weakly and shook his head. "I have to make some phone calls."
Duke pointed to the door of Ginger's room and said, "Use the phone in there, please. I also must make some phone calls. We will celebrate your agreement with a little party, yes?"
Ilsa followed Bernie into Ginger's room. Ginger looked at Duke and grinned.
"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" she asked.
"English syntax can be so convoluted," he replied. "If I understand you correctly, you want to know if I am thinking of a little orgy, yes?"
"Double yes!" Ginger laughed. "I can't think of a better way to celebrate. Make your phone call. Then I will make one and invite some more people to this little wingding. The more the merrier, right? And I know a little blonde bombshell you will simply love to fuck."
Bernie picked up the phone and glanced at Ilsa. She smiled seductively as she stripped down to a bra, garter belt, hose and sandals, all in black. Her large, firm tits strained the bra, which had cut-outs in the center for her lovely red nipples to stick through. Her sandals were mostly straps and lent an erotic air to the rest of her outfit. The sumptuous forest of fluffy blonde hair covering her crotch stood out in sharp contrast to the black garter belt.
He lifted his eyebrows as he spoke into the phone, giving his secretary instructions for the money transfer.
"We are going to party," Ilsa said softly. "Ginger said you would not fuck her, so she does not know if you like girls. I am going to find out."
Bernie told his secretary to call him when she had transferred the money and put down the phone. "I don't fuck people who work for me, literally or figuratively," he said.
"I do not work for you," Ilsa reminded him. She posed for him, flagrantly displaying her curvaceous pulchritude. "Do you want to fuck me, or am I wasting my time?"
Bernie's mouth became as dry as a desert. "I want to fuck you," he croaked.
Ginger undressed while Duke called room service and ordered champagne and food sent up to his suite. She called Dawn and told her to round up the gang and hurry over to join the party.
Then she turned to Duke and attacked his clothes. "I can't wait to get started," she said. "The others will join right in when they get here." She stripped him down to the buff and pushed him into a nearby chair. "I see you can't wait, either," she teased, staring at his rampant rod. Dropping to her knees, she grasped his cock with both hands, one above the other, and licked the head lovingly. "Are you excited enough that you can go several times?"
"Yes, I believe I am," he assured her quickly. "The prospect of fucking your little blonde bombshell is very stimulating."
"Well, you can fuck this red-headed bombshell first," she said with a giggle.
She bent forward, opened her mouth wide, and closed her lips around his hard rod. She let it slide into the depths of her wet mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat. His muscles tensed and waves of ecstasy flowed through him. As her head began to move slowly up and down, she reached forward with both hands and cupped his balls, sending further shock waves of pleasure through him. Lifting her head from his cock, she licked his balls and the inside of his thighs.
"When I first saw your cock last night, I didn't know if I could suck it without choking," she said softly. "I haven't sucked very many cocks. Only two, in fact."
"Your mouth feels wonderful," he said, stroking the top of her head.
"I know I won't choke now," she said. "You stuck it in my mouth last night while Ilsa and I fucked each other with the dildo, remember."
"Yes, I remember. Watching your beautiful tits jiggle while you bumped asses was very exciting."
She took the base of his cock in both hands and let it slide far into her mouth again. She bobbed her head slowly up and down, and her lush lips caressed his dick with nerve-tingling, muscle-tensing proficiency. After a few moments of oral stimulation, she stood and took his hand.
"Let's see what Ilsa and Bernie are doing."
"You want your Bernie to watch me fuck you, yes?"
"Yes. I want the bastard to see what he's missing."
Bernie let his eyes rove over Ilsa's exciting body as she undressed him. He had seen her in the films and now he was looking at her in the flesh. All of her. He unsnapped her bra and her audacious tits leaped free.
She slid her hand under his cock and let it rest across her palm. "Magnificent," she breathed. "I do not believe Ginger knows your cock is so big."
He pulled her to him and kissed her hungrily as she gripped his prick firmly and began to stroke it. His cock began to fill and stiffen as he let his hands wander slowly over her body, caressing her bare back and shapely ass-cheeks.
Ginger strode confidently into her room with Duke in tow. She took one look at Ilsa and Bernie, then turned to face Duke. He put his arms around her and they sank to the floor. The tapered crown of his hard prick pushed into the soft flesh around her navel. She melted into his arms, put one arm around his neck and reached between them to grasp his prick.
Ilsa darted a quick glance at Ginger and smiled. She loved to fuck for an audience, and her father was her favorite spectator. A look of utter wickedness crossed her face as she sank to her knees in front of Bernie. She took his cock in both hands and lewdly rubbed the bulging knob over her face, then her neck and tits.
Wild, titillating thoughts filled Ilsa's mind as her broad tongue snaked out and swiped across the head of Bernie's pulsating prick. He let out a moan of pleasure as her tongue fluttered around, the tip barely touching his sensitive flesh.
"God, that feels wonderful," he hissed, and thrust his cock at her mouth.
Ilsa washed the full length of his cock with her tongue and chuckled when Bernie trembled all over. "You like to have your pretty cock licked, do you not?"
"God, yes!" Bernie moaned. He bent his knees and lined up his cock with her mouth.
Ilsa knew he wanted her to take his cock in her mouth, but she wanted to make him beg for that exquisite pleasure. Her tongue continued to swirl along his shaft and around his shiny knob.
Bernie entangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head forward. "Suck my cock!" he pleaded.
Ilsa chuckled, opened her mouth and let him stick his cock into her mouth. She held the base of his shaft with one hand and reached between his legs to fondle his balls as she began to suck enthusiastically.
Ginger pulled Duke around so his head was toward Ilsa and rolled him onto his back. She straddled his hips, gripped his shaft and rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit. She stuck the knob in the mouth of her cunt and sat down suddenly, moaning with delight as she impaled herself on the lusty lance.
Previously unaware he and Ilsa weren't alone, Bernie looked around when Ginger moaned. He looked her straight in the eye and grinned. He would show her that he could fuck as well as any man alive. He wished she didn't work for him. He suspected Duke was good for only one shot and he would like nothing better than a threesome with these horny little bitches, at the same time.
Ginger rode Duke's cock methodically, keeping her knees wide apart so Bernie could see his cock sliding in and out of her hot cunt. She relished every nuance of letting Bernie watch her fuck. She stared at him hotly and accentuated her downstrokes with sharp turns and twists at the bottom of the stroke.
Bernie pushed Ilsa onto her back and fell on top of her. After a brief, four-handed scramble, he got his cock in her and began to fuck her furiously.
Ginger thrust her hand between her legs and began to frig her clit as she humped faster and faster on Duke's dick. Her orgasm nearly blinded her when it arrived. She peered at the other couple through half-closed eyes as Bernie began to fuck Ilsa so hard she scooted across the floor on her back. Ilsa had her legs locked around Bernie's back with only the back of her shoulders touching the floor as they made their way inexorably toward Ginger.
At the moment Ginger's orgasm hit the peak, Duke rolled her over onto her stomach. She continued to shiver with passion as he pulled her to her hands and knees. The head of his cock nudged her cunt, and she bowed her back and turned her ass up in the air. He grabbed her hips and drove his dick into her with a mighty lunge.
Ginger lifted her head and wailed with delight, then saw Ilsa's face directly under hers. She leaned down and glued her mouth to the blonde's. They swapped tongues and moaned passionately as the two men fucked them into paroxysms of pleasure.
Ginger snatched her mouth away from Ilsa's and gave a strangled cry as convulsions raced through her. She slumped over Ilsa and began to lick the blonde's tits. Then she felt Duke's prick swell and whirled around with her mouth in front of his groin just as his cum started flying.
The first glob of hot sperm hit her in the face. She opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue and caught the next couple of shots on the top of her tongue. She captured his prick in her mouth and he pumped the last few drops in her throat. He sat down with a thump, with his legs spread. She lay with her face in his crotch, gently licking his cock and balls. When she had his cock clean, she lifted her head and looked at Ilsa.
Ilsa felt Bernie's cum spurt into her. He stretched the limits of her cunt, pouring his white-hot cream deep into her quivering belly. Then she nearly exploded with climactic bliss.
Bernie rolled away and Ginger instantly crawled over Ilsa with her face over the blonde's muff. Bernie's cum seeped slowly from Ilsa's sopping slit. With a moan of lust, Ginger glued her mouth to the blonde's succulent gash. Sucked until she had drained every drop of the savory essence from the wet hole. Then she licked Ilsa's puffy cunt lips and bush to be sure she hadn't missed any of the sticky fluid.