Chapter 1
Dale Dorman addressed the Board of Directors meeting at the See-Through Lingerie Company annual fall meeting.
"As your vice-president," he began, "in charge of sales and advertising, I recommend a turnaround in our past advertising concepts and programs. And, I predict that within one year from now, if we follow the master-plan we've developed, that our sales will turnaround, and once more the See-Through Lingerie Company will be a leader in the field of sensational new lines of panties and bras."
Enthusiastic applause followed Dorman's sales-promotion pitch, and then Charles Nolan, president and son of the founder of the company got to his feet, to add his blessings.
"Men, we're going to show Mr. Nolan that we appreciate his enthusiasm, his whole new approach to merchandising our panties and bras, which are still the best in the business, I'm proud to say."
This brought a generous round of applause, as the men were in effect applauding themselves.
"However, our hands are tied unless the loan we need to put across our organization is forthcoming. It is up to you to decide on the merits of the program as outlined so brilliantly today by a man I have full faith and confidence in, Dale Dorman."
This brought another hefty round of applause, and then Dale Dorman and Charles Nolan left the room to await the word of the men who would cast their votes pro or con for the fate of the entire sales program Dorman had in mind.
As vice-president Dorman, and president Nolan left the room they felt completely confident that the program they had suggested would be voted into effect.
"Cigarette?" Dorman asked Nolan, as they sat in Nolan's tired-looking office which could stand a lot of fixing up.
"Yes," Nolan nodded, as he took the cigarette from his handsome sliver cigarette case, and accepted a light from his matching silver lighter.
The two men smoked in silence for a few moments, and then they were called back into the Board room.
"Well, what have you decided, men?" Charles Nolan asked, radiating all the confidence he could muster.
John Carter, who always spoke on behalf of the Board of the See-Through Lingerie Company, got to his feet, "The vote has been unanimous for the go-ahead for the loan. We wish to express our happiness and optimism over the far-sighted plans of Mr. Dorman. It is obvious from Dorman's past record in the Mobil-Home business that he has business acumen, and it is with total trust, we commit the fate of our company to his brilliant business genius."
As Charles Nolan listened, it disturbed him a little bit. While he liked the idea of Dorman coming in on the team, he definitely didn't like the idea of anybody coming in and taking over. The enthusiasm of the Board was something he'd hoped for, but whether or not they were too enthusiastic over Dale Dorman and his ideas to revive the sagging economy of the See-Through Lingerie Company only time could tell.
"Gentlemen," Charles Nolan smiled, "I'm pleased with your enthusiasm over our new plans. Of course, this new advertising concept, which admittedly demands a lot of money is one that I feel will put us back in business the way it was when my father made the name of our company a household word."
Applause greeted his comments, and then the Board meeting was adjourned. But Charles Nolan was bothered. His new public relations man, who had mapped out such an ambitious and challenging new program was much more than he had counted on-almost being too good for his liking.
Later that week, when the bank loan had managed to go through, Nolan asked him, "Now, exactly how is it you plan to arrange these sales meetings?"
"I plan to do this," he confided, "We'll take a suite at the New York Central Park-something real imagine on the fortieth floor. Then, we'll invite all of our men in the eastern division to the sales meet."
"And?" Nolan asked him.
"And then we'll treat them to the best line of panties and bras, your designers have ever created. Only this time, the panties, and bras will be worn by models who are willing to show all, and do all-if necessary to please them. Mind you, the entertainment is optional. They don't have to accept what we are offering them, as pressure or force would be all wrong. The idea is that the girls there are ready to perform, if they want them to."
"It sounds like a great idea," Nolan agreed, "Just so we don't get in any trouble using the girls like this-"
"Trouble?" Dale Dorman smiled smoothly, "What are you talking about, boss?"
"Well, I'm not used to using women like this to promote my business."
"And that, my friend, is why you're not making any money."
"You may be right! Sex is selling everything these days. Take a look at any of the car advertisements, and there you see sex-some cute girl draped over a car with her legs showing."
"Sure," Dorman agreed, "and isn't it the same on teevee with everything from fertilizer to cookies. Sex is selling, and you've got to get on the bandwagon and sell too."
"Alright, Dale, I'm with you all the way-"
"Good," Dale Dorman enthused, "First, I'll check out the women we'll need to sell our merchandise. I want to personally pick the girls I think fit our needs."
"Is that a job you need any help on?" Charles Nolan asked with a sly smile.
"No, I think I can handle it all on my own," Dorman nodded, "but if I need any help deciding I'll let you know."
"Where will you interview the girls?"
"I think the privacy of my apartment is better than around our factory. Too many curious people."
"How many girls will you need?"
"Twenty should do the trick," Dorman smiled, licking his lips in anticipation of enjoying some of the girls himself.
The next week Dale Dorman placed a small ad in the Classified section of the newspaper, and the response was surprising.
"Yes, yes," he said, after about fifty girls had phoned him, "I'll check the girls out but only five a day. I have at least two weeks of work in front of me."
"But, I'll be your number one model-so you should break precedent and see me first," a sexy female voice suggested.
"What's your name?" he demanded.
"What's yours?" she asked.
"I'm Dale Dorman, vice-president of the See-Through Lingerie Company, and now if you will tell me your name perhaps I will see you first."
"I'm June Vincent," the girl replied, "and I'd be delighted to set up an appointment any time you're ready, sir."
"I'm ready now, June," Dale said sexily, hoping she'd pick up on his double meaning.
"like I said, June is ready anytime, you name it."
"How long will it take you to get over here?"
"Is it that urgent?" she asked, "if it is-I can make it over right away."
"Yes, sweetheart," he chuckled, "It is that urgent." And so, June Vincent took a taxi over to Dale Dorman's plush apartment on the west side. It didn't take her long to find Dorman on the list of names at the front door, and then she pressed his buzzer and he spoke to her.
"Are you ready to take me on, Miss Vincent?" he teased through the loud speaker. She turned around, and was grateful no one had heard his comment.
"This is a public speaker," she said, "So watch your words-I'm ready."
"So am I," he whispered, and pressed the buzzer, opening the locked front door. She went up to his apartment on the inner patio on the second floor. Dale opened the door, and June glided in quickly.
"I didn't expect you to greet me in your birthday suit," she commented.
"What did you think I'd be wearing?" he laughed, "Didn't I tell you doll, I was hot to make it-"
"Yes, I guess you did," June acknowledged, and then she sat down casually in a wing chair. "But, first aren't you going to try to ply me with liquor?"
"In your case, I didn't think it was necessary!"
"Well, you're right, Dale," she smiled, "but I don't work without getting paid for it-I have a funny habit-eating, I hope you don't mind."
"How much?"
"How long?"
"An hour should do it, I guess."
"Well, that would be a hundred dollars."
"My god, you want a lot for a piece of ass," he stammered, "Look, honey, I can get any hooker to do it for twenty-"
"Then you should call your bargain basement hooker, and leave me alone, alright?"
"Alright," she declared, "but in the future try to qualify who is calling. I'm worth what I charge."
Dale decided he'd try something.
"How about me testing you?"
"Not on your life," she snapped, as he came near her, holding out his rock-hard penis. "Business is business, and sex is my business."
"Anybody ever tell you that you are a tough little wench," he smiled. "All the time, and you know what."
"What?"
"It doesn't bother me one iota, because I don't give a damn about what anybody thinks of me, understand?"
"Alright, you get your hundred," Dale declared. "And I'll bet you're a good piece of ass too."
"In advance," she smiled.
"Well, of course. I wouldn't think of asking you to put it on credit-"
"I hope not," she allowed herself a light laugh, "I went out of credit fucking ages ago."
As Dale went to his wallet, and counted out the money for her, he said, "Now, baby, let's adjourn to my bedroom. I have it all fixed up for occasions like this."
Once inside the bedroom, she saw what Dale meant. One entire wall was in mirrors, and the bed was huge. She got undressed quietly, and when she came to her bra and panties, Dale studied her closely.
Dale observed that she was wearing panties and a bra that couldn't compare to his See Through Lingerie line. So, he told her, "Don't take off another thing!"
"Have you gone ape?" she demanded.
"No," he smiled, "but you have the most weirdo panties and bra I've seen in my life-"
"Look, you paid to fuck me, not insult me.
That costs more!"
"You commercial bitch," Dale chuckled, "Honey, I work for a Lingerie Company, you could figure that out from the ad we put in the paper. And, our See Through Lingerie line is miles beyond your panties and bra. Go ahead now, and take yours off, and then I want to see you in a black number I am planning to push at our big New York City sales convention this fall."
"Oh, my god," she laughed, "I thought for a moment you were one of those sadistic characters who gets his jollies insulting women."
"That isn't my specialty. I get my kicks when I help make them beautiful. And we have a color line that is just fantastic, and doesn't cost an arm and a leg either."
"That sounds great, but I never heard of See Through Lingerie before," she said truthfully.
"Honey, that's all in the past, cause from now on, you're going to hear a lot about our product. Slip your things off, and I'll give you our new numbers in black. With your blonde body, black should show you off real good."
The blonde girl put the black bra and panties on. Then, she looked at herself in the mirror. The contrast was striking and indeed gave her an aura of beauty, she hadn't had before.
"Oh, you look good enough to eat," he smiled.
"What gives with this panty and bra bit?" she demanded, ignoring his sex pitch.
"Baby, I'm in the lingerie business, and we're looking for twenty gorgeous women who have bodies, and will travel-to bed, read me?"
"Oh, I do. Big business is using our cunts to make money. Nice. And we double in brass. You want us to strut around your sales conventions in your sexy creations, and then seduce your salesmen and give them a fuck they'll never get at home-right?"
"Well, you've got the general idea," he hedged. "Does it intrigue you?"
"What's in it for me? Money always fascinates my imagination," June admitted, "I can think of more ways to spend it than you'd ever believe."
"I'll bet you can," Dale grinned, "and it's women like you, ones with sexy shapes, and who will spend any amount to make themselves look sexy, that we count on."
"It's a two-way street," June smiled, coming close to Dale, and looking up into his eyes with a sweet, staged innocence. "Girls like me count on men like you to help us-financially. How about it, honey?"
"You're on," he smiled, "Baby, let's get you out of those clothes, and in bed."
"Not so fast," June said, slowing down and thinking for a long moment, "Couldn't you put me in charge of the models, and then let me confine my fucks to you?"
"Do you find that appealing, honey?"
"Not exactly," June smiled, "But I find the thought of all those horny salesmen that revolting!"