Chapter 2
Not all of Margo's customers preferred house calls to maintain their anonymity. Some threw wild parties to commemorate her latest collection of bedroom chic. Many misbehaved scandalously, as though it were germane to the party's success.
Margo judged no one. She merely peddled her wares, oblivious to the outbreak of lust. Restricted to showing her skimpy undergarments, she prudently remained in the background. She distanced herself from her clients if possible. Mingling with them on a sexual level-particularly in a festive setting-proved unwise.
They invariably extended invitations. Margo occasionally indulged, but only after exercising discretion.
Her presence, along with the crŠme of her current line, was sought at the home of Rick and Nancy Hoffmann. Rick, along with several of his partners, established a flourishing law practice. The incessant flow of legal fees enabled Nancy to purchase whatever she desired. Rick nursed his wife's addiction to Margo's satin slips, pajamas and negligees. He paid substantial invoices without batting an eye.
Margo presumed he merely tolerated her spendthrift nature. Nancy claimed Margo's fashions made her horny. Her energized sex drive compensated him for the separation of his money.
Nancy loved flexing her financial muscle. Money was never an object. As a member of the nouveau riche, she staged one gala event after another. The caterers adored her. Gourmet foods and expensive wine were plentiful. Caviar and champagne were replenished at the snap of fingers. Nancy knew precisely how to dazzle her guests.
Margo's exhibition was to serve as Nancy's centerpiece. Nancy petitioned the proprietress of the Golden Chemise to delve into her racks and display the most exquisite garments that could be had. She insisted upon her most daring items.
To accommodate her request, Margo hired two models to slip into the designated unmentionables and parade about Nancy's palatial home. Margo had an ongoing agreement with an agency to provide her girls at a moment's notice. In lieu of payment, she supplied the owner a full complement of her goods.
Nancy was ecstatic upon seeing Margo and her entourage. "Wonderful! You're here. I take it you brought your usual stash."
Margo nodded at her twenty-four-year-old hostess. "The girls will begin at your signal."
"Get them dressed!" Nancy exclaimed. "I can't wait for my guests to get a load of your newest stuff."
She barely checked her enthusiasm. Having money to burn early on in her marriage, Nancy Hoffmann had yet to adopt poise and restraint. She embraced trends the second they became the rage. She personified the yuppie wife. Her blue eyes grew larger behind her designer frames. A gold hairband swept back her long blonde hair. A string of pearls rested at her throat. She wore a one-piece dress that hung on her slinky figure and emphasized her thin legs.
"If you would be kind enough to show us where to change," Margo said, "we can get started immediately."
"Honey, would you take care of it?" Nancy asked of her husband, Rick. "I was just on my way to the kitchen to check on the hors d'oeuvres."
She summoned a six-foot-two blond hunk from a cluster of people. The black frame glasses neutralized an otherwise intense face.
Clean-cut, lean and spruce-Rick resembled the able-bodied lawyer who reviewed his latest cases while jogging and took periodic sips of mineral water for refreshment. He didn't look the part of the wealthy young attorney who charged exorbitant retainers.
"Certainly, dear," he said, flashing Margo a grin.
Margo gestured to her models, Tiffany and Emma. They were willowy creatures on which her bedroom fare would look exquisite. "Let's get ready."
Though she had been to the Hoffmann home several times in the past, Margo had little to do with Rick. His involvement with clients and business meetings excluded him from Nancy's soirees. If present, he generally blended into the scenery-particularly during Margo's demonstrations. Rick maintained a low profile.
Whenever she glimpsed him, however, Rick Hoffmann returned her curious gaze. Approximately ten years her junior, he found something intriguing. Margo resisted exploring the focus of his attention.
"Will you be modeling some of your things as well?" he asked in a low voice during their journey to the appointed dressing room.
"No. The girls will handle that aspect."
"What a shame." He seemed genuinely disappointed.
Margo perceived something stronger than friendly vibrations. She caught his surreptitious glances. Those blue pupils edged in her direction, then retracted.
Margo silently questioned the kind of lover Rick was. In dissecting Nancy's behavior, Rick either pampered her in bed, or was quite complacent. Considering Nancy's whimsical flights, Margo assumed she did not give sex priority.
Rick's furtive glance set Margo's pulse into motion. Tension inhabited his body. He looked the coiled spring, at the verge of snapping. Hunger stormed through his flesh. Margo identified the signs.
She carefully switched those observations to the back burner. Rick's marital problems-if they truly existed-were not her concern. Philandering executives regularly frequented her shop. Margo could always tell them apart from those who made purchases for their wives: they paid cash and had an excellent idea what they wanted. She never lifted an eyebrow, nor doubted the purpose of their visit. She remained impartial to their straying. A person was entitled to keep secret his or her unhappiness at home.
Rick ushered them to a group of small rooms in the rear of the house. "You may use these. Each is equipped with a bathroom. Should you require anything further, please do not hesitate to ask."
Margo smiled. "We appreciate your hospitality-and patronage."
Once again, he fixed her with a profound expression. Margo wondered what thoughts ran through his head. Those blue eyes divulged nothing.
Emma and Tiffany prepared for their first change. Each hauled her bag into a separate room. Margo divided her extravagant array according to their physical endowments. Both girls tended to be slinky. Tiffany had more of a bust, and Emma's hips were a fraction wider.
She individually lent assistance. Margo wanted the girls to look fresh and enticing during their march. Their hair, make-up and carriage had to be impeccable. Margo insisted upon perfection.
"These people have money, don't they?" Emma asked while slipping a diaphanous teddy over her slender frame.
Margo smoothed out the wrinkles with a delicate caress. "It appears that way."
"I could get used to this kind of luxury." Dark-haired and dark-eyed, Emma bubbled with enthusiasm. "I wonder if there are any single guys."
"I rather doubt that. Nancy has primarily invited couples."
Emma disallowed the dampening of her exuberance. "I'd take a rich boyfriend on any terms-as long as he spoiled me."
Emma's comment sparked a memory that she had shuffled to the extreme corridors of her mind. Margo recalled someone of wealth and privilege in her past who had extended that offer. She shook her head, filing that unwanted recollection back into its compartment.
"Is something wrong?" Emma asked.
"No."
"You went pale."
Margo sighed. "I'm tired. Coordinating these engagements exhausts me."
Luckily, Emma chose not to pursue the matter. She, as did the others, knew Margo's energy levels were extraordinary. She finished dressing without further incident. The teddy she wore was essentially transparent, revealing her nipples and pubic thatch. In drenching light, Emma's privates would have been exposed. The Hoffmann's sagely reduced the brightness by switching the lamps to half their intensity, enabling Emma and Tiffany to freely traipse about.
Emma and Tiffany sashayed among the couples, halting conversations with their stunning attire. Tiffany brandished a mouth-watering nightgown that fastened to her delicious curves. They flitted from one room to the next, captivating their audience.
"Aren't they spectacular?" Nancy chattered to a neighboring group of friends. "Shouldn't every woman treat herself to those beautiful things?"
They nodded spiritedly.
"I'm sure Rick will gladly approve a large order."
Margo hid her amusement. She glanced at Rick, seeking confirmation of his sentiment. Nancy's golden-haired husband centered upon her, devoid of resentment. His fascination with Margo bordered on obsession. He could scarcely avert his gaze. Raw hunger radiated from his expression.
The temperature in the room climbed. Margo felt distinctly warm. She uncrossed her legs, then realized the moisture seeping from her pussy. Her nipples swelled beneath her lacy cups.
Margo had always thought Rick Hoffmann attractive, but never entertained notions of having sex with him. She discouraged immoral conduct with a client's spouse-even when propositioned, which wasn't uncommon. She did nothing to endanger her professional relationships.
Rick didn't appear to share her righteous views. He stared perversely at her, forwarding the tightness that overwhelmed her groin. Her pussy involuntarily clenched at the thought of having him.
The others were too enchanted by the models to take notice. Even the men were held captive by their seductive swirl and meaningful glances. Tiffany and Emma were positively alluring.
"Oh, honey, aren't they super?" Nancy chirped.
Rick shifted to his wife's beaming expression without missing a beat. "Without a doubt."
"I can't wait to see the rest!"
Margo deserted them, strolling leisurely through the rooms. Her cheeks burned from Rick's wanting gape. Either Nancy's home had poor ventilation, or she found it difficult to digest the attention focused upon her.
Emma and Tiffany returned shortly afterward for their next outfits. Margo oversaw their switch, providing minor assistance. Being professional models, they required little help. She laid out the next several outfits in the order she wished them exhibited.
Reluctant to return to the stifling atmosphere of the party, Margo lingered behind. She toured the far side of the house, in awe of its complexion. Nancy had secured the services of top consultants to achieve its current magnificence.
Margo entered what she assumed to be Rick's study. A roll-top desk with an old-fashioned lamp instantly seized her. A wall lined with shelves contained neatly arranged reference volumes. From its meticulous order, Margo wondered if Rick ever used the room.
She sat at the desk, impressed with its architecture. The leather-upholstered chair had a rich, masculine scent. The room itself had a rugged quality.
Within seconds of her arrival, Rick loomed at the door. His abrupt appearance startled Margo. Her initial reaction had been that she trespassed into forbidden territory. Rick's briefcase sat at the foot of the desk, feasibly containing confidential documents. Her cheeks flamed.
Rick placed a finger to his lips, then quietly shut the door. Noiselessly, he applied the lock. In two strides, he stood before Margo. His crotch was level with her face. Margo became immediately aware of his strained front. The shape of his erect cock bulged from his pants.
Margo's heart wildly hammered. Tingling surged through her body. Her breath came up short.
Rick smashed himself against her nose, cheeks and chin. That rock-solid mass pulsed. Moving his hips, he ground his thing into her amazed expression. She perceived his animal drive behind those smothering rotations.
Margo's earlier vow to dissuade client spouses went by the wayside. Lust powerfully arrested her. She had no control over the force that dominated her soul. She silently welcomed the ferocious press of his hard dick and its throbbing call.
Rick foresaw the evaporation of her will. He receded from her face to unzip. Margo panted at the sight of his elongated member. He yanked down his cotton briefs and let it stand on its own. His swollen cock spanned eight mouth-filling inches. Enclosing the trunk, he stroked it. The bulbous head turned purplish with excitement.
Margo acknowledged precipitating his urgency. His need for her principally caused Rick's "lift off." The prospect of a virile thirty-three-year-old male wanting her so desperately made her wet.
She opened her mouth for that initial taste of him. Rick steered himself into her oral warmth. He barely contained his gasp of ecstasy. He pushed himself wholly into her face. Margo managed to swallow him without incident. What didn't fit inside her cheeks went into her throat.
She peered at him while sucking. His blue eyes glazed over behind his glasses. He gripped her shoulders, savoring the vacuum into which he casted himself. He continued to push until cramming his balls to her chin.
"Oh, yeah," he whispered. His Adam's apple rippled. He held himself in the pit of her throat, gulping air. The fog that obscured his vision lifted. He stared at his dick protruding from Margo's gaping lips. Margo drew powerfully on him, discerning traces of pre-cum. Slowly, he extracted himself. He groaned as those moist lips clung to his taut skin. Bubbles of saliva dripped from his cock. He looked shaken, as though grasping what he'd just done.
Margo extended her tongue. The sculpted planes of his face, the curved nose, the cerulean pupils and ash blonde hair were native to most Scandinavians. In Rick, she thought them invigorating. The black frames didn't begin to diffuse the fire in his eyes. The domesticity he embraced was simply camouflage.
For whatever reason he pursued her, Margo reserved no opinion. She could not deny him-nor herself-that burning urge.
Meticulously, she licked Rick's balls. He seemed emotionally shorthanded for that jolting reception. He lurched at her initial gyration, then shuddered. Her subsequent slurps caused him to reel. His cock stood tall and throbbing. Margo disbursed her cascade of lather, one fragmenting whip after another. His taut sac became sticky with saliva.
"Yes," he gasped, incoherent. "Oh, yeah."
She cupped his tremulous buns. Rick trembled beneath her feathery touch. She pulled him to her open mouth and filled it. She dragged his bloated crown across her tongue before lowering him into that pleasing void. "Mmmmm," she hummed against his trapped flesh. "Mmmmm."
Rick probed her oral heat. He watched his cock sink into Margo's face. Her sensual lips rolled forward, consuming his rigid shaft. Gritting his teeth, he pushed into that ticklish vacuum and derived its benefits. Ahhhh. Beads of sweat broke across his forehead. Clutching the back of her head, he fed her the sum of his cock.
Margo took him in a deep, whimpering suck. Her fingertips dug into his bare ass cheeks. Her green eyes sparkled while she absorbed him. Those lush lips offered superb friction. Back and forth they went, twisting around his lengthy cock.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, plunging far into her mouth. "Suck it."
He sliced into that velvety refuge, letting hot saliva spill over his dick. Margo accepted him with ease. He had forgotten to use care when thrusting into her mouth, given the size of his cock. Nancy protested when he lapsed into that feverish delirium. Margo's cheeks bulged from her consumption of him. From his perspective, Margo appeared aroused from getting her mouth fucked. She liked having that part of him stuffed in her face and gladly took large quantities.
Roughly twenty years his wife's senior, Margo had a superior understanding of sucking cock. Rick attempted to visualize jamming himself into her pussy, yet couldn't. Margo's flickering tongue canceled further speculation. She trailed the roadmap of veins that encompassed his dick. Her tender pull prompted the flow of blood, enlarging him to capacity.
He staggered on his heels, giddy with joy. Margo groped his buns, then streamed down the backs of his hair-coarse thighs. She combed through the golden ringlets. Her revolutions brought alive every cell.
"Keep it going," he muttered, driving himself home. "Oh, yeah. Suck me, baby. Suck my cock. Pump me with those sweet lips. Keep my dick wet."
Margo obeyed. Hungrily attached to his pulsating member, she went into a swoon. Licking those pronounced veins, along with the tense skin, kept her busy. She provided him pulse-leaping tongue activity. His oncoming cock muffled Margo's sobs. Groaning, he swung into that quivering ring. He listened to the slick sounds of her lips rubbing his slippery thing. Margo lashed his underside with serpentine precision. Rick, grunting in satisfaction, buried himself to the hilt.
"Yeah," he muttered when she massaged his stout trunk. "Oh, yeah, baby. Don't stop eating it."
He tracked the disappearance of his shaft. He worked Margo's cock-loving lips with sure, even strokes. The clamor she made in swallowing him further inflamed him. Regardless of his accelerated thrusts, Margo caught him. She streamed to the bottom, furnishing him a shiny coat.
It occurred to Rick he had lapsed from reason. His wife and her gaggle of gossip-spreading girlfriends were on the other side of that locked door. Any recognizable sobs would result in his exposure. He had to stifle himself, if only to retain the secrecy of their act.
She pushed her nose into his golden nest, inhaling his male scent. The sweat of his balls pinched her nostrils. Her tongue wiggled along his base. She sucked hard, obtaining another drop of his creamy fluid. Rick emitted more pre-cum. She sensed he was on the very brink of spasming.
"Are you going to swallow it?" he whispered.
Margo resisted from removing her mouth long enough to provide him an answer. Her prolonged pucker sufficed as his response.
Rick threw his head back. He gasped.
"Christ, I'm going to shoot."
She pulled strongly on his aggravated cock, expediting his release. He shuddered against her twisting lips. She grazed his balls with her thumbs. Her delicate rotations provoked him.
"Ughhh," he groaned, spewing into her mouth. "Ughhh. Ughhh. Jesus."
Margo didn't spill a single drop. Her lips condensed around his spurting cock, milking him. Jism splashed onto her tongue, one profuse squirt after another. She gulped his warm, abundant cum. Judging from the amount he discharged, Rick had been saving it for some time.
She watched his fever-bright expression as he climaxed. Rick's blue eyes went sightless and his jaw slack as he dispatched his burden. The color in his face diminished as his torrent tapered off.
Margo eventually detached her lips. Rick's cock remained swollen, stretched to the limit. Her tongue skimmed the red borders of her mouth, cleaning the last of him. He watched while shuddering from the ravages of orgasm.
His dick had a reddish hue. Margo gestured to it with her eyes. "I'd wipe the lipstick off it if I were you."
He nodded, reaching for a tissue in his desk drawer.
The voices of his guests rose in the background. Emma and Tiffany kept the party in motion with their procession of dazzling lingerie. Nancy's girlish laughter rose above the din.
Rick tucked himself back into his pants. Unfortunately, his erection did not wane. He bulged heavily in front.
"You'd better wait in here until it goes down," Margo suggested. "I wouldn't go out there like that."
"When can I see you again?" he hastily asked.
Margo's lips curved prior to her leaving. "I don't think that's wise."
Rick negated her cautious demeanor. "I'll stop by the shop. Tomorrow-just before closing."
Margo remembered her appointment with Mike Brennan. "Call first."
He dragged her to him. Margo quivered as he smashed his stiff cock into her mound. He ground it against her. "God, I want to fuck you."
"Not here." She began regretting her submission. Rick was far more impetuous than she surmised. Margo had no wish to risk discovery. Although their session had been hot and promising, she was unwilling to create marital turmoil. Carefully, she extricated herself from his grasp. "Call me." Rick reluctantly disengaged her. "I never knew it would be that good. Next time, we'll have to set aside an entire evening."
"Perhaps." She retreated to the door, slowing releasing the lock. Rick looked appetizing, leaning against the desk. The urge to lag behind and consummate what he prescribed tempted her. In the end, she thought it best to take her leave. "Perhaps."