Chapter 13
After the girls had gone, Dale Dorman explained his entire deal to June Vincent.
"Imagine that, ten thousand, and twenty per cent of the company's operation. And with all those big orders coming in, wow!"
"Well, you earned it." June said flatly, "and don't ever think you didn't, Dale Dorman. Mr. Nolan would never have given you a penny more if you hadn't let me seduce him, and make sure you took the pictures. How did the old boy react when he saw the photos."
"Furious," Dale chuckled, "Absolutely, furious. His face turned red, his voice quivered, and I thought he might tell me to get the hell out of his office-"
June shook her head knowingly, "Not on your life!"
"I guess I shook him up but good," Dale Dorman laughed, and June Vincent laughed along with him. But the next morning, when Dale went to cash the check for ten thousand, he wasn't laughing at all when the clerk said, "Sorry, that check is no good, Mr. Dorman."
"No good? What the hell are you talking about. It's Mr. Nolan's own signature, and it's made out to me. He has the money in his account, and you know me-I've been his vice-president for a long, long time."
"But, Mr. Dorman-that check was stopped half an hour ago by Mr. Nolan personally. He came in to the bank, and spoke with Mr. Dean-our bank president. You may speak to him if you wish."
'No, thank you," Dale said coolly, "I'll pay Mr. Nolan a visit, and I'll be back."
But, as Dale stalked out of the bank, he decided there wasn't a reason in the world why he should take time to return. The reason he was forced to wait-was because Mr. Nolan made it his business to try to double-cross him. But, he mused, what a fool the old boy is. If he thought he was telling him the truth when he said he gave him all the negatives and pictures of Nolan and June-he was so wrong. For Dale never completely trusted his boss, and he had purposely kept copy negatives and a slew of prints. He picked up one set in his apartment, and one set of negatives, and went to his office.
"I'd like to see Charlie," he smiled at Mr. Nolan's secretary.
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Nolan told me to tell you to take your things out of your office, as he doesn't need your, services anymore."
"What?" Dale Dorman almost shrieked. "That sonofabiteh!" Without bothering to look at the girl again, he stormed into Nolan's private office. Nolan sat at his desk, and his face turned white as a sheet when he saw the look on Dorman's furious face. Dorman slammed the door shut, and locked it. Menacingly, he strode over to Nolan's desk, and flipped out the copy negatives, and the photos.
"You liar," Nolan bellowed, "You told me you had given me all the pictures-that's what you told me-"
"Don't talk to me about lying," Dorman declared, "You thought you were pretty damned cagey pulling off what you just did with me going to the bank and canceling out my check. Well, the game is up-and don't you forget it-"
"What are you talking about?"
"Simply this," Dorman went on. "I demand fifteen grand and you go to the bank and get it and bring it back here. I'm not going to be inconvenienced anymore. If you want to, tear those damned fucking pictures up. They don't turn me on. Charlie-and as for more copies-rest assured, I have them."
"You are a sonofabitch. aren't you, Dorman?"
"Look who's talking," Dorman shot back, "Just get your ass down to the bank, and back here with fifteen grand. It will be the last demand I'll make from you for money-unless you try to double cross me some more."
"No, I won't try again. I-I've learned my lesson."
"For your sake, I hope you have-now beat it."
With that he went out to the bank and came back a couple hours later with the money.
"You know this is blood money, don't you?" he said testily, furious at the thought of being outfoxed.
"What do you think it is when I work for you and feed you all the gimmicks, the ideas that make your products sell. I'm an idea man, and I've been giving you enough hot, zingy ideas to put your panties and bras over-and don't you forget it."
"You won't let me," Charlie said, nervously shaking his head as he looked at the big bills Dorman was counting.
When he'd counted out fifteen thousand, he thanked him and left. Then, he went to June's place.
"How did it go with Scrooge?" she smiled.
"He got real generous. I upped it from ten to fifteen thousand when he went to the bank to .stop payment on my check. Imagine that!"
"Sure, I'm not surprised at anything he'd do. Just be glad you made all those copies, and those extra negatives like June told you to."
"Thanks, luv," he smiled, "And you're going to have that vacation in Acapulco-and that mink you want. We can afford both."
"You're getting serious."
"I'm seriously interested in your snatch," he smiled. Two days later, Dale and June took a jet to Acapulco. On the sunny beaches of Playa la Condessa and Caleta they obtained a super tan.
"Well, honey, tomorrow we'd better fly back to the states and go to work again. I hate to leave this tropical paradise just as much as you do."
"I wish I had a home here," she said quickly, "You see, I've always wanted a place where I could have one window looking out at nature. And this is the place for me. It has everything. And I mean-everything."
"You're so right," he replied, motioning for a waiter who was carrying cold drinks in tall glasses to people lying on the sunny beach to come to him.
They flew back to the 'See-Through Lingerie Company' and things were in an uproar.
"The orders keep coming in, and we don't have the plant to manufacture them. We can't keep up with the demand," Mr. Nolan fumed, "What are we going to do?"
"Well, we're certainly not going to despair," Dale smiled. "This is what we all worked so hard for, and now that it's happened, don't panic."
Scratching his neck nervously, the president of the lingerie company got to his feet and began pacing back and forth, back and forth.
"I try to remain calm," he said nervously, "but pressures, pressures and more pressures."
"Anytime you want to step down, I'll step up," Dale smiled.
"I suppose that's what you're waiting for," Nolan snapped, "Well, for your information I'm not going to quit the fight. I'm on the firing line, and that is where I intend to stay until our loans are paid back, and we have a new plant, and I get that home I've dreamed about built."
"And then? If I'm still around-what happens?"
"Look, Dorman-I've had just about enough today. Now, you're getting twenty percent of the net, and I gave you fifteen grand. I think that is a fabulous offer-"
"Remember, that was no offer-it required a little arm-twisting."
"That's in the past," Nolan waved his arm, "If you do good work, and keep our sales climbing-you're worth every cent of it."
"That would have been nice for all of us if you could have said that a long time ago. But, I guess you don't operate like that."
"Like what?"
"You know what I mean. Without force!"
"Aren't we all pushed by one force or another to do the things we do?" Nolan demanded, and as his vice-president thought about what he had said, he realized it actually was quite true.
"Yes, I guess so-now, let's get on with our next sales meet-where is it going to be held? Who will be coming? And do you want our girls to model, and throw the party for our hardworking salesmen?"
"I'll give you the green light for whatever you want to do. The sales meet is in two weeks, it's the mid-western division, and we'll hold it in the Blackhawk Towers right on Lake Michigan. It's a fine hotel, with a fabulous lake view and I think you'll be pleased with what we have in mind."
"Alright, I'll spread the word to June Vincent, and she'll put the girls on notice."
"Fine," Nolan nodded, "Now, I've got some things to tend to, Dale-and if you'll excuse me."
"Of course," Dale said, going toward the door.
"Oh, Dale," Charlie smiled, "I'm glad you got away for a little time in the sun in Acapulco."
"Why, thank you, boss-nice to know you care."
Dale hunted for June. He finally found her at her swimming pool in the patio of the apartment where she lived.
"Great news, honey-we're all set up for Chicago."
"Chicago?"
"Yes, the mid-western sales meet. I like the windy city, and we'll be staying in the new Blackhawk Towers on Lakeshore Drive. The boss just told me all about it."
"Beautiful," she said, getting out of the pool. "I'll phone the girls tonight. And how much time do we have?"
"Not long-just two weeks."
"That isn't much longer," she admitted, calculating in her mind all the things she had to do to be ready to split. She joined Dale in her apartment, and they had dinner after she'd called up the answering service, asking them to relay the message to the girls that they only had two weeks before departure for Chicago. Then, turning to Dale, she smiled, "Maybe when we're so close to New York, we can take a side trip to that city and get set for buying my mink you promised."
"Of course," Dale gulped nervously, "I'm a man of my word."
Two weeks later, the girls were at the airport, ready to fly to the windy city, Chicago.
"Where's Betty?" June asked, as she counted the models. "She's the only one who's missing."
"There she is," Debbie said, pointing to Betty in the distance, running with all her might to join them.
Finally, they were all on the plane and jetting to Chicago. When they landed at O'Hare, a bus was waiting to take them directly to the Black-hawk Towers on Lakeshore Drive. As the bus swept them along the blue lake, with its white-capped waves in the distance, June commented, "This is a beautiful drive-I like it even more than driving along the Hudson or Riverside Drive, and it's much more impressive than the coast drive in Santa Monica."
"Chicago is one of my favorite cities," Debbie smiled. "When I was a little girl I used to visit my aunt who lived here on holidays when Mom and Dad took trips, and left me behind because I was too much bother."
"That wasn't very nice of them," June consoled her, "but there are an awful lot of things in life that aren't very nice!"
"I know," Debbie replied in a resigned tone as she looked out at the blue, blue lake.
When they were all in their fortieth floor hotel suite, June checked with Dale about the proceedings.
"We'll go just like we did in New York," he explained. "The first day will be devoted to business. Then, on the second day, we'll swing into the entertainment with a buffet banquet, drinks being served, and then our sex circus where anything goes, highlighting the act between Debbie and Betty. The following day we'll take orders."
"Sounds like a most effective sequence of events," June smiled, "Good luck."
The models all got a chance to rest up, but something happened in one room that was shared by Betty and Debbie that surprised June.
It was late at night, and she was just counting heads, making sure everyone was here and accounted for, as she used to say when she'd open a door to check.
But, this one day brought a rather shocking expression to her face. There was Betty, going down on Debbie. She didn't even notice June enter.
June stood in the shadows, her surprise being complete. When she'd assigned Betty and Debbie, the dildo act, she had no idea, it could lead to anything serious. And now, as she watched Betty, with her face buried in Debbie's snatch, she bitterly regretted what she had done.
Yet, there was no way she could say anything to them because if anyone was responsible, she was and she knew it. Betty was very good at what she was doing, she had to admit that. Her hands reached up, and she groped the girl's breasts. With her fingers pinching on the nipples, she let her tongue slide in and out of the other girl's vagina. And, Debbie apparently was just as lost as she was in the act. She rolled her head this way and that, as if experiencing some wild kind of sexual frenzy, that no man could produce in her body. And, to June's own surprise, she felt hot, watching. She slipped out of her clothes, and decided she might as well join her two nude models who were going to town. No reason why Debbie couldn't eat her pussy, she figured.
When she'd stepped out of all her clothes, she went over to the bed, got on it and straddled her face. She pushed her vagina in Debbie's face, and Debbie smiled at her.
"Come on, baby," June snorted, "Eat my pussy!"
Betty looked up, and patted her behind affectionately, as if to say, 'glad you're on our team', and as the hot tongue of Debbie lashed inside her, she was indeed glad to be on the team.
It didn't take long for Debbie's hot tongue licking the juicy walls of her vagina to bring her near to climax. When her tongue lashed across the clitoris, the sensations it produced almost drove her out of her mind.
"That's it, baby, eat it-eat my pussy," June begged Debbie. The hot tongue swept across her clit again and again, and then it was over.
The hot juices gushed in Debbie's eager mouth, and at the same moment, she gave out for Betty. As the two girls sucked on each other's cunts, the only one who hadn't climaxed was Betty. June decided she must know what this action was like, and she twisted over, and went down on Betty. Between her warm thighs, she lay, and then she started licking. It excited Betty no end to think June would actually go down on her. June's hot tongue flashed out, and she flicked it over and over again on Betty's clit, and then when her teeth sank in, Betty couldn't contain herself any longer and gushed. June licked her cunt clean, and Betty squealed in delight. When the girls disentangled themselves from each other, Dale Dorman stepped into the room.
"I hope I'm not disturbing anything here," he gulped, as he looked nervously about and saw June's face fastened to Betty's vagina.
"Oh, Dale," June sighed, "I-I didn't know-"
"You didn't know I would catch you, did you ? " he said evenly, "Well, it's alright, to each his or her own-"
Saying that, he turned around and quickly darted out of the room. Betty allowed a small laugh, and Debbie snickered.
"What's so funny?" June demanded.
"You," Betty giggled, "You got caught with pussy jam on your face-"