Chapter 12
The next week, Dale Dorman and Charles Nolan were in conference.
"I want to congratulate you on what you've accomplished," the president of 'See-Through Lingerie Company' congratulated his vice-president, Dale Dorman. "We've got orders stacked on my desk so high-we're going to have to go ahead with that expansion you spoke to me about."
"Great!" Dale enthused, putting out his hand, and pumping the president's extended hand enthusiastically.
"I'll admit you've been a whiz-kid in the sales and promotional department. Why, I've frankly never seen anything like the success we're enjoying now. Even when my father, god love him, was around the plant, we never had anything like it."
"What do you think did it?"
"Well, it was no doubt the color coordination concept for one thing. And then there was the great idea of using models. I think that was a master stroke of genuis. Those gorgeous girls really looked beautiful in our spectacular parity and bra-line. Those half-moon bras are a sensation-we've had thirty thousand orders on that one bra alone."
"Good," Dale smiled, waiting for Nolan to give him the credit that was due him.
"And you know what I'm going to do?" Nolan boomed.
"I have no idea," Dale Dorman admitted frankly. "What?"
"Build a new home. We'll call it Stonecrest-after my father's home in England. You know my father used to have a marvelous home in the English countryside. Did I ever show you a picture of old Stonecrest?"
"No, you haven't," Dale grinned, "let me see the pictures." Immediately, Charlie Nolan slid open his center drawer and took several pictures out of a manila folder.
Placing the photos on his desk, Dale Dorman looked down at them. Indeed, Stonecrest was an impressive place. It had a remarkable, rolling lawn. And the building looked as if it might have cost a million to construct.
"So you are planning to build a place like this, huh?"
"Well, on this order."
"Nice if you can afford it," Dale smiled.
"With all the money I'll be making," Charlie Nolan chuckled, "I'll be hunting for ways to spend it."
"Charlie," Dale said flatly, "I have some photos I'd like to show you-"
"Why, yes, of course," the president nodded, "What are they pictures of?"
"You'll see-"
The photos spread out before him showed June Vincent with her mouth plugged up with Charlie Nolan's long, thrusting penis. The second photo depicted another shot of the same, only with June's mouth closer. And the third photo almost drove him up the wall. He was sucking away on June's vagina. His face turned white as the blood drained.
"What is the meaning of this ? "
"Money," Dale Dorman smiled. "Pure money, don't you get the picture, boss?"
"Blackmail, that's what," Nolan boomed, "Get the hell out of here. Dammit, get out!"
That was the vocal response. And then Nolan's hands reached down to the accusing photos. The sight of his penis in the model's mouth, the sight of his face pressed tightly to her vagina made him want to vomit. Suddenly he seized the photos, and tore them into small pieces.
And as he looked at the heap of torn-up photos, he breathed deeply. "Now, get out of here," he boomed, "And don't you ever set foot in this office again, do you understand?"
"Sure, boss," Dale nodded, but as he got to the door, he turned back, "I have the negatives, and fifteen copies. The copies are in two different bank vaults-so they won't get torn up."
For a second, Charlie Nolan didn't know what to do. But, one thing he did know, he was cornered.
"Come back here," he finally said meekly, "What do you want Dorman?"
"A bonus," Dorman smiled, "and if you want to give me some more imagine titles, that's alright, but the bonus is non-negotiable."
"I don't like your techniques," Nolan said sullenly, "but I'll admit it was damned clever of you."
"Thank you," Dorman smiled without humor, "but you forced me into this spot. Blackmail isn't my business."
"Well, what would you call what you're doing to me?"
"A rotten way to get a raise," Dorman laughed.
"Alright, what do you think is fair?"
"You mean percentage, don't you?"
"Percentage of what?" Nolan demanded, getting angrier by the moment. "Just how much do you think I should pay for some sex? My fortune?"
"You k: w that your company was sinking, and I saved it," Dale Dorman reminded him casually, "For that I ask twenty-five percent."
"That's too much."
"Alright, I'll come down to twenty percent-"
"You drive a hard bargain, Dorman," Charlie said grimly. "Is there any chance you'd like to sell some photos?"
"No way," Dale assured him coldly.
"You surely don't want a bonus besides, do you?"
"How much did you take in from new orders for our lingerie?"
"Not much," Charlie Nolan spit out quickly. "No, as matter-of-fact-"
"Let me see for myself," Dale demanded, and meekly, Charlie pushed the sales order sheet over to him for his personal inspection. The moment he saw the order sheet, he realized the sales had jumped two hundred percent, and about $300,000 orders had been processed. He smiled triumphantly, and breathed, "Oh, Wow!"
"Nice, yes, it is nice," Charlie Nolan said, scratching his nose in a nervous gesture, "but don't hold me up, Dale. Be reasonable."
"Were you reasonable with me?"
"Well, perhaps, I was dwelling on Stonecrest too much. But, I got carried away at the possibility of seeing a lifelong dream finally become a reality-"
"Marvelous," Dale said, "Well, Charlie, give me ten thou, and twenty percent of the profits, and I'll settle for that."
"You drive a hard bargain," Charlie said stonily, "Now, I want the negatives and all fifteen copies of those photos."
"How could you ever be sure I wouldn't keep one set tucked away and keep making more demands ? "
"Because I trust you," Nolan said quietly, "I guess I didn't do the right thing by you. Will you get me those copies now, and the negatives, and promise me this will be the end of your demands."
"I promise," Dale assured him, "but I want it in writing what I will get out of the deal. Okay?"
"Alright, I'll put it down in writing if that's what you want. Apparently, you don't trust me!"
"Should I?"
"No," Nolan admitted.
A few hours later, as the day was about to end at the office, Dale Dorman came in with all of the photos he said he had, and the negatives as well. He threw them on his boss's desk, and a sigh of relief came from Charlie Nolan now.
"Good!" he exclaimed, "and this represents everything you have-all the photos, all the negatives?"
"Yes," Dale smiled, "but before you destroy them, make out our little contract for twenty percent and ten grand."
"Of course. Now, I'll make this out. I don't think it is anything I'd exactly like our secretary to become involved in-"
"I understand." Dorman nodded.
Charlie Nolan took out a couple sheets of paper and a contract. He then made out the terms of twenty percent of net profits of "See-Through Lingerie Company', and when it was finished handed it for Dorman to sign as well as himself. Hastily. Dorman read its brief, but accurate terms.
"I'll sign it, but I've still got ten grand coming in a check-and now."
"Oh, yes, of course," Nolan nodded, as he reached for his large black checkbook and scrawled out the large amount of money.
"Here you are," he smiled, "I hope this will take care of everything."
"A deal is a deal," Dale smiled, "Thanks a lot."
"Don't mention it," Charlie Nolan grinned. "And now, if you don't mind, I'll get rid of these silly photos-I should say, rather expensive photos."
"You had a good time."
"Not that good."
Dorman didn't want to waste any more time. His mission had been accomplished, and he couldn't wait to tell June of his success.
"Have a good day," he smiled, as he walked out of the room. "And same to you," Nolan nodded, with a certain smile that Dorman couldn't quite detect.
He went to June's apartment, and she was enthused, "How did it go with the old man? Did you get the check?"
"Not just that," Dorman smiled, wrapping his arms around her enthusiastically, "Look what else I got!"
Then, he showed her the contract.
"We should frame it," she smiled, "I'm really thrilled. Maybe now, we could take a little trip between conventions-to someplace like sunny
Acapulco."
"I'd love to go there," Dale assured her, "but I just don't know if now is the time or not."
"Cash the check, and tomorrow would be the perfect time to split this scene. I'm tired of putting the girls through their paces with all those sexy panties, and bras."
"So am I," he grinned, "By the way, baby, I think the next time you ought to show a couple girls making it together. The men dig that kind of action a lot, so get them ready to perform because before you know it, we'll be sh ving off for the second sales convention."
"Good," June exclaimed, "I'm glad you keep me posted on what is expected. It might be difficult to get a couple girls to do it, but I'm sure that once I explain how vital it is to offer all kinds of sexual stimulation at our Roman orgy finale spectacle, they'll agree."
"I've got a wild idea, honey," Dale enthused, "Why don't you ask a couple chicks over here tonight? They could put on an exhibition-"
"Just for us?"
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I really don't know which girls to ask."
"How about that cute brown eyed chick Debbie, and that blonde beauty Betty. The two of them would make a good pair to watch."
"Alright," June Vincent agreed, "I'll call them."
When June explained to the girls that there was a command performance required for the vice-president they agreed, although at first, both girls were cold to the idea of fucking each other. But, the way June had of putting things in proper perspective, they got the point-either or.
As they showed up at the apartment, forty-five minutes later, Dale was ready with a big bottle of champagne, and June had gotten out her sexy red pill-poppers. But more important, she'd located her double penis dildo, which allowed anal and vaginal action at the same time.
"Hi, girls," Dale greeted them, "Gee, but you both look sharp tonight."
"We keep in shape," Betty assured him, "June says all the muscles must be kept in tone, if we're going to score on the screwing beat."
"Isn't that the truth," Debbie chimed in, "Swimming, bicycles, and just the right food. It's like being groomed for stardom in the old days at the major studios."
"Fucking stardom," Betty said snidely.
"Well, the old studio stardom setup wasn't much different, girls. Sorry to disappoint you. As a matter-of-fact, each studio used to hire a stable of starlets to keep the out of town distributors happy when they came to Hollywood."
"Oh, wow!" Betty exclaimed, "Just think if I was born back in the days of the majors, I might have risen from the studio stable of hookers to top stardom-"
"Don't think that isn't where a lot of Hollywood's lovely leading ladies didn't come from," Dale amusedly chuckled. "Here, have some bubbly."
As Dale poured the champagne, Betty held out her glass, and so did Debbie. Instantly, June Vincent recognized how quickly these two charmers were ready in the wings to steal her lover.
"Baby," Dale smiled, "I want to see you two chicks perform for me tonight."
"Anything you say, Dale, honey," Debbie smiled.
"That can cover a lot of territory, because I'll admit to having rather bizarre sex tastes."
"Perhaps we'd better carry on in the bedroom. That kind of thing goes over better there."
"Alright," both girls said together, and then the four of them went into the bedroom. June immediately started stripping to set a good example for the other girls. And then so did Dale. As he pulled down his skimpy nylon shorts, his huge penis popped into position.
"Yummie," Betty smiled, "Doesn't that look tasty?"
"You've sucked enough of them," June said sarcastically. "If anyone knows, you should dear."
Betty gave her a scowl, but June smiled.
"Come on women, don't fight over me. I only love it." Dale chuckled, "and wait till I tell you what we've got in store for us tonight."
"I can hardly wait," Betty beamed.
"Seeing as how you're so hot to get screwed, baby doll, I guess we'd better let you get the double dildo action."
"The what?" Betty shrieked, as June brought out the double dildo, and gave it to Debbie to don.
"Put it on Debbie and fuck her two ways-up the cunt, and up the ass. If we only had a prick to plug her mouth, then she'd really have it made."
"I'll suck Dale's cock," Betty suggested instantly.
"No, you don't. That big pecker of his will be gliding up my cunt, baby doll-while he's getting his charges out of watching you two chicks."
"Now, I don't dig chicks, Dale," she apologized, "I'm only doing this because I think it is the right thing to do."
"Why don't you tell him the truth?" June snapped, "You're a hooker like all of us, and we screw as we're told to, that's the truth, and face it for once in your life, huh?"
"Sometimes I don't like you," Betty said evenly as she got up on the bed, and spread her legs to accommodate Debbie's double dildo, as Debbie was straddling her now.
Debbie eased each plastic penis-head into Betty's two holes. Betty helped with the one going in her vagina, and Debbie pushed hard to get the second one sliding smoothly up her behind.
"Oh, this is awful hard," she complained, "This isn't easy at all-"
"Nothing worthwhile is," June laughed uncontrollably.
"What's so funny?" Betty demanded.
"You," June smiled, "No, girls-you're doing a good job. And if it's any consolation, remember-this is but a rehearsal for our next panty and bra sales collection which we'll demonstrate in another month or so."
"Some consolation," Betty said, and then she began feeling some very wild sensations, as Debbie worked the double dildoes in her anus, and vagina.
"Girls, there are other points of super sex excitation two women can have. You can French kiss."
Hearing this Betty gulped, and shot June an awful glance. "I'm not a Lez, you know."
"How would I know from the position you're in, dear," June said, with a phony syrupy sweet voice.
"Go ahead, and fuck," Dale said, "And give it all you got girls, I'm getting hot to slide my tool in June-watching always turns me on. June, baby, lick my ass, and my nuts, and suck on it first-get it all primed and ready."
June agreed. She let her boss straddle her face, and as he lowered, she pulled, indicating to suck on his behind was indeed her delight. This further excited Dale, as he liked a woman who put enthusiasm in whatever she did sexually, including, eating his hot, and horny ass-hole out.
And then she went about the task of sucking his balls. She let her tongue lick on his weighty balls, and licked the underside of his penis.
As the two girls went at it, Dale watched. He was turned-on all the way and could hardly wait for June to latch onto his cock with her mouth. June sucked till she came to the crown of the penis, and then she bore down and sucked it vigorously.
"That's it, ahhh, ohhh, eat my ding-dong, baby." Dale pushed her head down over his rod, and then he reached out, slapping Debbie on the pumping buttocks.
"Give it to her, fucker, give it to her. Doesn't it feel good to know what kicks a man gets, when he gets turned-on?"
"You betcha', " the girl replied.
Now, he wanted to slam it up June's cunt. Then, he could be driving his dick up her hot hole, while watching Debbie drive her dildo up there.
"Come on and fuck it," he told June, and June's mouth slipped off his penis, and she got in place under him. Then, he straddled her, and began shoving his long, hard penis up June. June grabbed on him, reaching down to grip his buttocks, as he thrust himself high inside her.
"Isn't this a great way to fuck?" he smiled enthusiastically. "I don't know why but there's something about two women doing it that really gets me going."
"Fuck her Debbie-ram it up here," June commanded, as she gripped Dale's penis inside her, "Ohhh, baby, give it to her-she needs it up both holes, don't you doll?"
Getting uptight because June seemed to be lighting into her, Betty called back, "Honey, I'm doing better than you. You've only got one dick-I've got two,"
"But the dick she's getting is the real thing," Dale let her know.
Then, he turned his attention back to the woman he was drilling. "Give me a good snapping pussy fuck, honey! Grab it! That's it. Now, you're screwing."
June let her vagina muscles grip his penis as he drove it to her. And then, she'd alternately release it. He found himself totally turned on with her, and she with him. Her hands continued to knead and massage his buttocks. For more action, he watched the two girls out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't help notice that Betty was rolling her head from side to side on the pillow, almost as if she was experiencing the identical ecstasy a man gives a woman when he drills her. It amused him to see the two pairs of knockers crushing down on each other.
"Ohhh, hot baby, fuck it," he blurted, and the wild fucking session continued until he unloaded his huge, pulsating member.
"Ohhh, ahhh, now-now, fuck-fuck it," he panted as his penis shot off inside her. She gripped him, massaging it, caressing it with the liquid, vibrating walls of her vagina.
"Beautiful, baby, beautiful-I love the feel of you going off inside me. It really excites me-yes, yes! ! ! "
Now, the penis came sliding out, and both June and he waited to see the girls make it. Silently, they watched.
Debbie kept the action going, her plastic penises doing their work in both her holes.
"Ohhh, ahhh, fuck me, lover, fuck me," Betty cried out in her sexual ecstasy, and her hands gripped Debbie's behind, almost as if it was a man.
"Isn't that a sweet sight to see?" Dale grinned.
"Bet your sweet ass it is," June laughed, and then the girls came. They were both oblivious to anyone watching. Finally, the performance that they were putting on for Dale had turned into one for each other, and then the thrills built until they both made it.
"Give, baby, give," Debbie gasped, as she came gushing, at the same moment Betty came. As both girls lay there, writhing around the bed, Dale turned to whisper, "This is definitely going to be in our next sales convention. It is a great act, and one that will be a little different from what we did for them the last time. We've constantly got to top ourselves. It isn't easy, but it is essential to keeping our sales force entertained."
"But, you'll succeed," June assured him.
"What makes you so sure?"
"Haven't you succeeded at everything you set out to do?"
"If you mean blackmail, yes-but it was your idea too."
June observed the girls. They had now finished fucking, and were keenly interested in what Dale and she had to say.
"We can continue our little discussion later." she laughed, "Well, girls-you pleased us, and I'm sure you'll be the hit of our next sex show at the panties demo."
"Maybe we should get more money," Betty suggested slyly, "After all this is quite an exhibition to-"
"Perhaps it is beyond you," June sliced back, "So, if you want to quit-let me know. I've got a whole telephone book of girls just as beautiful as you who'd jump at the chance to replace you-"
"Who said anything about quitting?" Betty giggled.