Chapter 6
Bernie moved his chair. Ginger got out of bed, forgetting her nudity, not caring in any event. Her new tits jiggled enticingly as she walked to the door.
"Ginger," Bernie said softly. "You're throwing away a million dollars."
She stopped and turned to face him. "So what? I have the fifty grand bonus. Unless you lied to me about that, too."
"No, I didn't lie to you about the bonus."
Ginger cocked her head to the side. "Which means you lied to me about something else. What? There isn't a million dollar payment, is there?"
"Yes, there is a million dollar payment. And it's in a Swiss bank account, just as you asked." He took a small form from his briefcase and laid it on the bed. "Here's your receipt with your account number. Now, come back here and let's talk." He cocked one eyebrow and said very slowly, very distinctly, "About being able to retire after this job, if you wish. About never having to take orders from me again."
Slowly, Ginger started back to the bed. She caught her reflection in a full-length mirror mounted on the wall by her and stopped. Turned full face to the mirror. Studied the visible alternations Doctor Logan made. Turned again and studied herself in profile.
Much to her chagrin, she liked what she saw. True, her new tits were now larger than her old hips. But not by much. Anyway, her ass was large enough and round enough to offset the difference. Her flat stomach accentuated her high-standing tits. The overall effect was one of improvement. She looked sexier now.
Involuntarily, her hands went to the firm globes. Caressed them. Rubbed the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Her hands dropped away. She stared at her hard nipples.
"Hmmm, my nipples look bigger, too," she mumbled, staring at the hard buds capping her tits. "Wonder if he did something to them."
She pinched them again, as if confirming they still had feeling in them. Then the erotic sensations her fondling had stirred in her body lanced into her brain. She looked around, her hands still on her tits.
Bernie was staring at her, smiling faintly. Dawn was also staring, her mouth partly open, her tongue playing back and forth along her full, ripe lower lip, her delicate hands on her own tits, caressing them lovingly.
Ginger shook her head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs of confusion from her brain and walked slowly back to the bed. Sat on the edge. Held her back very straight, her full tits and erect nipples pointing directly at Bernie. Then, she did something so out of character, it shocked even Bernie. She opened her legs, spread the lips of her pussy, and gazed at her clit.
"It really is much easier to see now," she mumbled.
"Jesus," Bernie whispered.
Ginger looked at him. "The overall effect isn't so bad, is it?"
"No," he replied, trying to shake his head without blurring his vision. "Not bad at all. Outstanding, in fact. Doctor Logan did a fine job."
"All right, let's talk. But what about the little creature on the foot of the bed? Can't you send her out of the room? She looks like she's going to pounce on me at any moment. And I can't think of anything I want less."
Before Bernie could reply, Dawn said, "What you want just might surprise you, honey." She let her eyes travel slowly up and down Ginger's body and licked her lips lasciviously. "Still waters run deep."
"Enough," Bernie said. "No, I won't send Dawn out of the room. She is responsible for your training, so she stays. Your target will be here in a week, so time is of the essence. Our client sent some movies for you to watch. You must learn as much as you can about him. If you make the wrong approach and turn him off, the whole plan will fail. You have your own TV and VCR, so spend as much time as you can studying the film."
Ginger glanced at the large-screen set standing in the comer of the room. "But why do I have to work with someone I don't like? I mean your little blonde sexpot there. Shouldn't a man be training me?"
"My little sexpot is almost a carbon copy of Ilsa. You're going to have to deal with Ilsa, so being around Dawn will get you to the point of being easier in her presence."
"How do you mean, deal with Ilsa? I thought my job was to distract the old goat with her so someone could get to her."
"You can't keep him busy every minute. You've got to work with Ilsa in the picture. And stop calling him an old goat. He might be one, but if you keep calling him one, you're apt to slip and call him that to his face."
"He's a macho man," Ginger mumbled.
"So was your paternal grandfather," Bernie said. "From now on, you refer to him as Duke. You play the way you're trained."
Ginger gave him a sloppy salute and said, "Yes, sir, boss man, sir!"
"Smart ass," Bernie said. "By the way, Doctor Logan thinks you have such a temper because you're sexually frustrated. You are to have at least a half-dozen or so orgasms every day." He grinned. "Doctor's orders. You have to learn to control that wild temper somehow. If you bite Duke in the ass the way you do me, you'll spoil everything."
"Another macho bastard," Ginger muttered, then stuck her tongue out at Bernie. "If he knows so much about women, why isn't he one?"
Bernie rose and went to the door. Partway through the door, he paused and looked back at Ginger. "Oh, by the way, Ilsa is also a sexpot, as your call it. And she-likes gals and guys about as much as our friend here does." He slipped out of the door and closed it gently behind him.
Ginger turned to Dawn. "What did he mean? That Ilsa-likes gals and guys almost as much as you do?" Her voice was a half-whisper, full of confusion again.
"Oh, don't mind Bernie, honey. He's just a big tease sometimes. Now, we have to get on with your training, or we'll never get finished. Part of your training includes some time in the gym each day, by the way. Duke-likes his women firm." Dawn started toward the door.
"Get on with it? Don't you mean get started?"
"Oh, no, honey. It started nearly a week ago," Dawn replied cryptically as she opened the door.
"Where are my clothes? I can't go to the gym like this. Besides, I don't feel comfortable running around naked in front of you."
"I'll check."
The door closed behind Dawn, leaving Ginger alone. Alone in the room, at least. She had company in the form of the team monitoring the camera hidden in the air-conditioning vent.
She stood and looked around the small, Spartan room for the first time. Her gaze landed on a reel-to-reel tape recorder sitting on a table at the head of the bed. A pair of large, well-padded earphones lay beside the recorder, with a cord long enough to reach her head when she was lying on the bed.
"Sleep training?" she asked herself out loud, acquainted with the concept although she had never undergone such training. "Wonder what they've been teaching me."
She fit the earphones over her ears, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and turned on the machine. A soft, feminine voice filled her ears. Dawn? Yes. Ginger would know that saccharin, sexy voice anywhere.
My God! The little blonde coquette was speaking to her. Telling her how much she enjoyed making love to her! To Ginger! The erotic words flooded her brain as she listened. As Dawn's voice began to paint pornographic word pictures, Ginger's mind depicted lewd, very graphic images to accompany them.
"I'm kissing your sweet mouth, honey," Dawn said. "Your lips are so tender and alive. Ummm, I love to stick my tongue in your mouth so you can suck it. Give me your tongue to suck, honey. Oh, yes, I like the way it feels in my mouth. That's the way, honey, fuck my mouth with your tongue. And I just love to suck your fat nipples and run my wet tongue down your flat belly to the forest of red hair between your beautiful thighs. Now I'm rubbing my nose in the curls. Oooooo, I simply love the way your soft bush tickles my nose.
"Do you like it when I stick my tongue in your cunt? Ummm, the aroma of a hot cunt really turns me on. Oh, honey, I love to lick your cunt all over and drink the delicious juice pouring from your hole. Cum for me, honey. I want you to cum real hard while I lick your cunt. Your erect clitty is so easy to find with the tip of my tongue. Yes, honey, let it go. Cum for Dawn while she licks your big clitty. Oh, my, you really get off quickly now."
In the background, just under the sound of Dawn's whispering voice, was the sound of licking and slurping and the sound of another feminine voice cooing and oohing. Whose voice? Ginger knew. But she could not bring herself to admit she recognized it.
Dawn's soft voice droned on. "Rub your cunt all over my face while I lick your clitty, honey. Ummm, yes, that's the way. Ohh, I like the way you respond. You like being licked as much as I like to lick you, don't you?"
Ginger could almost feel the scandalous woman's tongue obscenely licking her pussy.
She leaned back against the wall. Her legs opened automatically, making her sweltering cunt easier to touch. As she listened, her hand crept down between her thighs and began to caress her hair-covered mound. Her finger found its way between the lips of her pussy and began to stroke her fiery clit. Just as she imagined the nurse's tongue was teasing the sensitive stud.
The voice continued. "My tongue is playing over your big clitty, honey." Ginger's finger played lightly over her clit. "I'm going to finger-fuck you, honey." Ginger continued to play with her clit and slipped two fingers of her other hand up her slippery channel. "Ohh, Doctor was right," Dawn whispered. "Your cunt is real tight. Oh, yes, honey, make your cunt suck my fingers." Ginger began to finger-fuck herself urgently.
Dawn's soft voice seemed to pound into Ginger's head, describing everything she was doing, how much she wanted Ginger to cum. Urging her to relax and enjoy, to turn loose and let her body take her to nirvana.
Ginger could clearly picture the mouth pressed to her cunt. Feel the tongue as it tenderly lashed her clit. Experience the fingers as they wiggled around and around in her soupy cunt. Touched the sides. The top. The bottom. Caressed her G spot. Pumped in and out. Feel the nurse's tongue apply firmer pressure.
No longer aware it was her own fingers in her cunt, she lost herself in the glorious sensations emanating from her crotch. The voice told her she was cumming. And she was! Her fingers were working rapidly. One on her clit, two in her cunt. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The only sound from the tape was the licking and slurping of Dawn's tongue and the cooing and oohing from the other woman. Only now they were louder.
Ginger didn't know if she was listening to her own sounds of passion or the sounds on the tape. She came down slowly. The tape began to feed words into her ears again. Dawn was saying how much she wanted Ginger to lick her pussy. Encouraging her. Telling her she was giving Dawn such pleasure with her tongue.
Ginger ripped the earphones from her head and threw them aside. Then she saw Dawn standing in front of her. Naked. Smiling sweetly.