Chapter 5
June went back to her own room at the Stardust Motel and had a good night of sleep. The hotel rang her as she told them to at seven thirty. She showered, dressed and took a taxi to the See-Through Lingerie Company. When she got there, she was indeed impressed with the size of the four story, ultra-modern plant. She went into the administrative offices, and asked the girl in the information desk at the front of the building, where Mr. Dorman's office was.
"The vice-president's office is over there," she said, pointing to a large door.
"But I wanted to see Mr. Dorman," she explained.
"Mr. Dorman is our vice-president," the girl smiled.
"Oh, how nice," June nodded, and went down the hall, and opened the door. When she looked around the very spacious waiting room, she saw it was full of girls who would probably be used to model the panties and bra of the firm, she figured. A small window opened to the inner office, and a secretary looked out, "Yes-"
"I'm June Vincent," she began, "And Mr. Dorman said for me to be here this morning at-"
"Oh, come right-in, Miss Vincent, he's expecting you."
"Thank you," June smiled, and suddenly she remembered that Dale Dorman had told her she would be in charge of all the models. This idea excited her imagination, and she instantly rose to the role of top model, Mr. Dorman had so thoughtfully assigned her.
The secretary led the way to Mr. Dorman's office, and June swept in graciously.
"Good morning," she said, in her best business-like tone.
"Good morning, Miss Vincent," Dale Dorman began formally, letting her know immediately that at the office business was business.
"Well, I'm ready for you to instruct the models on what will be required of them on our tour with the See-Through Lingerie line. I want you to be truthful, and of course our girls will be properly reimbursed. $500 a week is good money, and it is money that they can count on as I know the salesmen at our conventions will buy big when we show them what we have to offer."
"I'm sure," Miss Vincent grinned. "Now., when is the first sales meet?"
"In approximately one month. It's March now, and we'll be showing our spring and summer line in April. We'll be staying at the Park-View hotel on Central Park, probably up on the thirty-ninth floor in a special suite. There, we can enjoy the fabulous view of New York, the beauty of the park as the trees begin to welcome spring with green leaves-"
"And we can help the salesmen live out their sexual fantasies, and they will in turn bring your dream of the See-Through Lingerie Company to life."
"Precisely," Dale Dorman smiled, "You are a sharp girl. It isn't often you find a girl built like you are who has brains, and if she does have brains, she doesn't know how to use them. You have what it takes, and that's why you're on my team. Now, I want to warn you about the boss."
"Yes," June nodded, leaning forward to listen to what he had to say. "The boss can be difficult-very difficult."
"Yes."
"He wasn't so keen on the idea of using women not only to model, but to bed down with the salesmen. He's very conservative like his father. You see old man Nolan built this lingerie business to where it is today. And, he expects he can go on like they used to sell merchandise in the past. But, the moment he took me on as vice-president I tried to clue him into the fact this is a whole new generation, and it is just as important to sell the "sex" ingredient in our under-garments as it is to sell them for the protection they offer to the body. Therefore, our bra line was developed with this in mind. I hired a French designer who'd worked in the best French houses. And he explained to my boss, Charles Nolan, that the half-cup bra can be produced at half the cost and produce a fantastic financial yield. More than that, our panties must match and with this sheer, yet durable nylon fabric in a variety of special colors, with psychological color charts guiding us, we'd clean up."
"Well, did you?"
"Not yet," Dale Dorman smiled, as he got up, and went over to the series of bra and panty charts he had on the wall, "We've waited for the opportune moment to introduce our line, and I've insisted on the proper presentation. I wanted women who were built, and I mean stacked, to show off our See-Through Lingerie Company products. That is why I advertised. Now, I'd better introduce you to the President of the company."
Dale Dorman picked up his phone and his secretary answered immediately, "Yes-"
"Miss Culver," he began, "would you be so kind as to phone Mr. Nolan and see if he can see me now. I want to introduce June Vincent, our top model for our new lingerie line to him."
"I'll ring-hold on, please."
There was silence for a long moment, and then she came back on the line, "He can see you, Mr. Dorman."
"Thank you," he said, and hung up. A moment or two later, both Miss Vincent, and Mr.
Dorman were walking into the impressive President's office. June instantly recognized that nothing appeared to have changed much since his father died, for a worn leather chair was at his desk, and everything just looked old, and somewhat beat up. Obviously the company had seen better days, or at least she hoped it had.
"I'd like you to meet, Miss Vincent," Mr. Dorman smiled respectfully at his boss.
"I'm so pleased to meet you," Miss Vincent smiled, extending her hand in friendly greeting.
And then, Charles Nolan motioned for her to sit down. "Would you tell me something about yourself," Mr. Nolan smiled genially.
"Well, there really isn't much to tell," June said humbly. "I'm a model, a professional, and I've been at it for approximately five years. I'm not high-fashion as I don't have the scarecrow figure a high fashion model must have-"
"You can say that again," Dale Dorman winked.
"Go on," Mr. Nolan said, obviously not pleased with the interruption.
"Well, as I understand it my duties are twofold. I'll be doing my share of parading around in your really tremendous line of lingerie, and I'll also be in charge of the girls, so I can organize them as they present the merchandise."
Mr. Nolan felt uncomfortable. He'd agreed to go along with the sex aspect of the selling, only because Dorman insisted this was positively an essential industry inducement to order big and push the product. But when it came down to the intimate details of discussing it, he was at a loss.
"Has our vice-president told you about the other responsibilities you will assume?"
For a moment, June thought she'd flip out. Other responsibilities? What a way to put a pure and simple 'fuck-pitch', she mused.
"Yes, Mr. Nolan," bLj smiled her best sexy smile, moving about in her chair, in an attempt to put her breasts on the best display possible.
"You don't have to illustrate anything to me," Mr. Nolan reassured her coldly. "I'm happily married, thank you and I intend to stay this way. Both Dorman and I have agreed that we will never become entangled sexually with any of the models, as this is purely business. And it is our business to sell our superior line of lingerie, by whatever means we deem necessary to stay in business. Not that I think this is an ideal situation, my dear, I don't."
"I don't either," June Vincent said, straightening up in her chair, and trying to remain aloof.
"Of course not," he smiled without humor, and suddenly an extreme dislike surfaced for the President. He thought he was something because he didn't play around. And no doubt, he figured she was a cheap slut, and the only-reason he was communicating with her at all was because his business needed a boost. I'm good enough to fuck to keep him in bread, but not good enough to obtain his self-respect. And this thought seared through her mind.
Quickly, Charles Nolan caught her grim glance, and knew she was uptight about his attitude, and he tried instantly to turn-on the charm, but he came on too strong.
"You're a beautiful girl," he smiled, "And as President of See-Through Lingerie Company, I'm proud to have you on our team."
"I thank you," she smiled, but inside she was still burning up.
"Well, I guess that's all. Mr. Dorman will explain our timetable to you and give you samples for the models to exhibit in our showroom to get in practice for our New York spring showing."
"Very good, Mr. Nolan," she smiled again, and as she got to her feet she shot him a cool glance, which he didn't appreciate. "And I can't thank you enough for this opportunity to help your company out."
In one sentence, she'd set the record straight. He needed her, and even though he was head of the big company he had to rely on twenty hot models who could move about in bed with his salesmen to keep afloat.
Back in Dorman's office, June said what she had wanted to say the moment she took a look at Charles Nolan.
"He's a mean sonofabitch, isn't he."
"No, he's not mean," Dale chuckled, "Charlie just has his ideas, and he can't see why we ought to provide free sex, free booze, and all the rest for the sales crew. He's from the old school, and back in the old days, they didn't use sex to sell everything from shaving cream to fertilizer."
"Times have changed," June said confidently, as she adjusted her body to display her breasts to their full advantage.
"I read you," Dale smiled, "Now, let's get down to business. I want you to pick the colors for the models we have. You should use our color chart where we let women decide which bra and panty sets fit them best. For example, the blonde girls we figure look best in certain shades of blue, red, and black. And then the brunettes, we feature in soft pastels, in pink, soft blue, and white for contrast. The redheads have their own colors, and on down the list. It is really quite a responsibility. And, whatever you do-don't let any of the women wise-ass around here because we want rigid discipline to be held at all times. If one girl sounds off, don't hesitate to fire her-I'm back of you and Nolan is solidly back of me."
"Could I ask you one question?" June Vincent said quietly.
"You can ask me two if you want to," Dale Dorman laughed.
"One will do. What have you got on Charles Nolan?"
"What have I got on Nolan?" he laughed out loud.
"Yes," she said quickly, "For some reason that man won't counter you at all. I was listening carefully to everything that went on between us in his office. The byplay proved one thing conclusively to me-"
"What's that?"
"Nolan doesn't know a damned thing about merchandising his lingerie-and he relies almost entirely on you-"
"Well," Dorman hedged, "I wouldn't say that. True, there is a certain amount of trust that Charlie has for me, but it isn't to the point you say it is. For example, he makes me account for every cent I spend-"
"And I'm sure you tell the truth on all your reports," June Vincent smiled. "I'm not so sure," he chuckled. "Neither am I," June laughed out loud. Then, Dale Dorman became firm. The repartee was over, and he was back to his business stance.
"Now, Miss Vincent, my secretary will take you and the models to our showroom. We have dressing rooms there where the models can change their clothes into our See-Through panties, and bras-and-"
"I'll bet you an hardly wait to examine the girls-"
"Would I do a thing like that?"
"If you could get by with it, definitely."
They both had a good laugh, and then Miss Vincent stepped out to ask Miss Culver to take her and the models to the showroom.
"I'll be happy to," the secretary assured her, and then Miss Vincent took charge, "Girls, we're going to the showroom, and there I'll select the things you'll model."
"But, I've got an appointment," one dark-haired girl announced flatly.
"Sure you have, right here at the See-Through Lingerie Company. If you have any other appointment, forget this one-for good."
The girls looked at each other, getting some idea of how hard, and demanding their female boss could be.
"Thank you," the girl said evenly, "I'm leaving, and perhaps some other girls might wise-up and do the same thing."
"Good day," June snapped, and no one else moved, as the dark-haired girl flashed an infuriated glance June's direction, stamped her foot, and left.
"Good riddance," June smiled, when she was gone. "That is the type of spirit we won't tolerate. The Lingerie line we represent is the best in the nation, and they pay top prices for the services we are expected to perform. So, if any girl-for any reason, doesn't like it, she should scram!"
There was a dead silence, and June knew her first battle had been waged, and she'd emerged victorious.
"Alright, girls, let's go now-we're ready, Miss Culver."
"Alright," Miss Culver said meekly, frankly amazed at the explosive response one girl had gotten to her simple request. Apparently, June Vincent wasn't taking anything from anybody, so Miss Culver figured she'd be careful with her words around her, as she didn't want the ax herself.
The girls went down the hall, up two flights of stairs, and into the Lingerie Showroom. It was a rather large room with three levels, allowing the models a good stage to pose in the product of the company.
"You," June said, looking at a girl that resembled Hedy Lamarr more than any girl she'd ever seen. Her dark-brown hair, falling gracefully on her shoulders and her radiant brown eyes, and velvet smooth lips gave her a running start against some of the other girls whose faces and forms weren't quite so glamorous.
"Did you want me to pick out my costume."
"No, I wanted to know your name."
"My name is Debbie."
"Debbie, I think you should wear the white half-moon bra, and the lace-effect See-Through panties. You've got a lot to offer, honey and I'd enjoy seeing you show it all off."
"I'll get the white ones in our drawers over here," Miss Culver cagily vc-lunteeerd, trying to get in good with her.
"No, dear-you have a lot to tend to back in Mr. Dorman's office, and I wouldn't keep you away from your duties there."
"Alright, thank you," she said, nervous and edgy as she left. Then, June asked another girl, "Your name?"
"Betty," the girl, smiled. "Should I pick the panties and bras out that you want the girls to model?"
"Yes, I wish you would," she nodded, "And whatever you do-get the right sizes-I'll send each girl over to you when I compare my color chart Mr. Dorman gave me with the girl's coloring. Incidentally, Betty, I think you'd look great in the royal blue shade-and the same half moon bra, and lace see-through panties."
Then, Betty went to the drawers where the panties and bras were stored and picked out a pair of blue ones in her size. Next, June asked the striking redhead, Myrna, to pick out something in a deep shade of red, which could match her hair. She went through the entire list of girls, and each girl was outfitted in the garments that matched her coloring the best. Then, the nineteen girls began parading.
Betty asked her, "Honey, aren't you going to model too?"
"I suppose I should," she smiled.
"What color do you want? I'll pick it."
"Being blonde myself, I suppose black might be intriguing."
When Betty asked her sizes, and had found the items, she handed them to her. Then, she took time out to go to a nearby dressing room, and strip and change into them. Now, all nineteen women were parading around in the See-Through Lingerie line, and the girls were commenting, "You really can see through-I can see your big nipples," Myrna laughed.
"Yours aren't exactly small," Debbie contributed.
And then, when they'd paraded back and forth a few times, June Vincent did what she'd been paid to do.
"Girls, we can take a break now. Sit down in any chair you find, and I'll clue you in about a few things you must remember when we go to New York."
The girls found folding chairs and soon a circle of them surrounded June. They'd treated her like a natural leader, very simply, because she conducted herself as a natural leader.
"The See-Through Lingerie Company is counting on you to do your best. And your best means a-lot. This is an old bra and panty concern, and right now it is sinking into bankruptcy. That is why extreme measures are being taken to insure its existence."
"And so?" Betty smiled knowingly.
"To get to the point," June said tersely, "You girls are being paid for two things, modeling is one-and the second-"
Silence reigned supreme now. The girls half knew what their duties entailed as most of them had been to a variety of sales conventions, and usually there was some sex included in the package.
"The second item is giving the salesmen a good time in bed-"
"I knew it," Debbie smirked, "They never pay us for our talent, but always for our screwing ability."
"That's enough of that kind of crap," June snapped, "If anybody here doesn't like the deal, oh, baby, they're free to go. We want women here who will cooperate. We want women here who know about sex-women who understand how awful it is when a man is deprived of his natural sex desires for years by wives who don't put out. That is why you have an opportunity to make five bills a week, and if you think it might be too much for you, honey-scram."
No one said a word, and no one moved. Once more, June knew she had emerged the winner, but it did disgust her that she had to constantly lay it on the line.
She went on, "These men are going to ask a lot of things of you. You might as well know that now. Now, I've never been placed in charge of a group of girls under such circumstances as these before. But, when my boss, Dale Dorman, asked me if I thought I could handle it, I told him, 'yes', and I said yes because I knew I could please any man in bed. I've done it ever since I got laid the first time when I was a kid."
"What kind of things do you think they'll expect?"
"Well, honey," June smiled, "They sure as hell want something a little different than what they get at home, don't they?" The girls nodded knowingly.
"For example," June went on, "They probably will like cunnilingus. How many of you know what that is?"
Every hand, but one, shot up.
"Myrna, for your information cunnilingus is pussy-eating."
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Myrna sputtered, "Of course I know what that is, and I enjoy it."
"We can do without our sharing our views on the different sexual acts I'll bring up," June said coolly. "This is business. And I expect you to perform like a bunch of pros."
Again, the girls went silent, and June went on, "Anyway, gals, fellatio is one thing they also like."
"What's that?" Betty demanded.
"Cocksucking," June said bluntly.
"That's what I figured," Betty smiled, "But no man ever asked me to fellate him, they always say, 'suck my cock' or 'gobble my prick' or-"
"We all know what they say," June said tartly.
"And keep in mind," June went on, "Sixty-nine is not a number to us models-it's a popular position where the female fellates the male,. and the male performs cunnilingus on the woman."
"Oh, Wow," Debbie sighed, "I like to sixty-nine a lot. I prefer it because it's so democratic."
"Democratic?"
"Yes, June," she smiled good-naturedly, "I mean you aren't going down on his dirty old dong, while he lies up there and rolls his head bank and forth on a pillow-you're making him eat your pussy at the same time. That's only fair."
"We aren't interested in what you (feel is fair fucking procedures," June said tersely, "We are, however, very much interested in making our salesmen happy. If they buy big lots of See-Through panties, and bras-we'll all make a lot of money." The girls all nodded, recognizing it actually was a vital business operation, that just happened to embrace sex.
"Then, there are some men who prefer the anal variety of sex. Some women find this very distasteful. But,' if you will only respect the men who want you to perform this unusual act of intercourse; and relax, everything will go alright. The two main things to remember are lubrication, and the second thing to remember is relaxation."
"Can I tell a funny?" Debbie asked, almost ready to burst out laughing.
"Thanks, but no thanks," June clipped her off. "Girls remember, when you offer yourself to a man, be prepared to show some imagination. For example, when you fellate a man, don't just go up and down on his penis. No, play with his balls, massage his buttocks, and use your finger to slide up his ass-hole. Of course all of these acts must be done with some care and caution. But, let me assure you if they are done properly, you'll get nothing but compliments."
Again, Betty was bursting with an eager desire to share something, and June relented.
"You have something to tell us?"
"Yes," Betty said, "I just wanted to say I got the biggest compliment of my life-this big guy who was screwing me told me I had the tightest pussy in town. That's a real compliment coming from him."
"And considering all the men you've been screwing with too, honey-that makes it even more remarkable," Myrna marveled out loud.
"Being tight in the pussy is important," June admitted freely. "Men like to feel the muscles of the vagina gripping their sliding tool. If it is loose inside, it's no fun-they say it's like driving something in a big empty tunnel. The moral is exercise. All the muscles of the body must be kept in perfect tone if the act of intercourse is to be enjoyed to the ultimate."
"You mean, Miss Vincent," Betty said, "Anything that comes into their foul little minds we've got to perform."
"You might say that," Miss Vincent replied, "but I don't like the way you put that-you make sex sound dirty. No act is dirty if the body is kept clean. Soap, water, body splash, deodorant, talcum powder. These are essential. Health must be tops, and diet and exercise produce good health. But, when you have all these essentials going for you-you need one more thing."
"What's that?" Debbie asked.
"A lack of inhibitions, so you can satisfy their hang-ups without clashing with your own hang-ups. In other words, rid yourselves of ridiculous sexual inhibitions."