Chapter 7
The next two weeks passed by quickly, and June kept the girls busy going through their paces. And then, the big day when they could all board the plane and head for New York City. June had everything ready. The luggage was all packed, and all the different panties and bras in their respective colors were ready. June had become quite close to Debbie, Betty and Myrna and she thought they were the best girls for modeling and other purposes.
As they got on the jet to go to the New York convention of See-Through Lingerie Company, Dale Dorman came on board a moment to have a word with the models.
"Girls, girls," he smiled, waving his hand to quiet them for a moment, "We're counting on you to sell our product proud. I know you will all do our product justice, because each and every one of you is a doll."
The girls applauded his compliment enthusiastically for they were, in effect, applauding themselves.
Then, he said, "See you in New York. I take a later jet with my boss, Charlie Nolan-now good luck and have a happy flight to the big city."
The girls were all happy to be on their way.
Each one had all sorts of things she planned to do in her off-hours, but little did they dream, how occupied they'd be with the salesmen who'd be at the convention.
As the giant jet soared to New York City, an old Chaplin picture, 'The Gold Rush' was showing. The girls laughed, and laughed, and drank and drank, feeling quite elated over all the activities June had told them she'd planned for them. The meal served on the plane was gourmet delicious, and then the City of New York glistening with all its lights, and skyscrapers loomed into view.
"There's the Empire State Building," one girl blurted excitedly as the plane swept down to lower altitude. And then the homes of the city in the suburbs, and finally they were landing on the ground. It was all so smooth, it hardly seemed like traveling.
June had no trouble finding taxis, and soon the cabs took the models to the hotel which faced Central Park. As the elevator hurried them up to the fortieth floor, June felt relaxed at last. Everything had worked out just as it was scheduled. Now, she had only to make sure the girls paraded properly in their lingerie. As she golf off on the fortieth floor, she studied the room numbers, and marveled at how many rooms her boss had booked.
"Oh, Wow," she blurted, "it looks like we've taken over the whole floor-"
"You have," the bell captain told her, "And how about me?" tfWhat are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb," he chuckled, "I wasn't born yesterday."
"Hands off," June said, as he began to grope her, "We're here on business-and if you touch one of the girls in our group, I'll report you to the manager instantly. Got it?"
"Yes," the bell captain coughed nervously.
June was proud of what she'd done. She didn't want any small time sex action to interfere with her big-league status. So, she had to make everything explicit. That she had succeeded with the bell-captain impressed the girls.
Once they were in their rooms, they all went to the windows, and marveled at the sight spread out below.
"I never saw anything so beautiful in my life," Betty blurted, and Debbie who was her roommate, joined in, "Oh, god, are we lucky to be living way up here. It must cost a fortune."
"It does," June assured them, "but we'll make a fortune-providing you girls do your thing with the men."
"Oh, we will," Myrna enthused, as she came in the door from her connecting room.
June met the girls in the massive center suite, and explained the whole operation. "Tomorrow, Dale Dorman, the vice-president of See-Through Lingerie will be here. Mr. Dorman will decide on how to stage our panties and bra displays. He is good at this sort of thing, and no doubt will bring small platforms, and spots, so you will be shown off to the best advantage. The important thing girls, is to be happy and confident. Radiate this, and the salesmen are bound to pick it up. And when it comes to sex? Well, I don't have to go over that again, do I? We expect you girls to give out, and give good. In other words make it a sexual celebration when you go to bed with one of the company's lingerie salesmen. Remember, if these salesmen didn't go to the big buyers for the major department store chains-we'd be out of business."
Then, June explained, "I will do the ordering for all of us. We must watch our diet, and watch our weight. You will have a high-protein diet, plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables, and absolutely no starches. They'll make you flabby and fat. As for desserts-weekends only. Also, we will have morning exercise periods just like we did back at our home base, the plant."
The girls were briefed a little more, and then they broke up and went to their individual rooms. June had pre-arranged the meals she wanted with the hotel weeks in advance, and now they were prepared to serve the specially prescribed meals for physical fitness. After dinner was served in the rooms, and the girls had some free time, they watched teevee or looked out at the city surrounding them on all sides.
"It's hard to believe so many people live. here," Debbie said quietly. "I mean-all those lights-and all those skyscrapers."
"I love it here. And especially the park. When the dawn comes you'll see the lakes, the green trees-and you almost feel you are in the country."
In a short time all the girls had fallen fast asleep. The trip had been a short one by jet, but the preparation that went into it had been grueling, and now that they were finally ready to do their thing on the following day-they were anxious to get all the sleep they could.
As shades of dawn streaked across the New York skyline, June Vincent got up quietly and tip-toed to the window and pulled the drape covering the vast window back, and looked out. The first light of day gilding the buildings pleased her, and then she turned back to look at Betty, and Debbie.
They were a couple of years younger than she was, and as she looked at their youthful, innocent faces while they slept, she almost felt like throwing in the towel, and saying goodbye forever to her type of business. It really wasn't much fun to be peddling pussy this way; mixing business with sexual bribes. In a way, she felt like a traveling madame, but she didn't want to feel like that. It was just that she knew enough about human psychology to keep all the girls in line, and the reason she was doing it was because she wanted to hook Dale Dorman. He was still a single man, and there was no reason why she couldn't permanently keep him sexually interested. Having been around, she reasoned, she knew how to satisfy him far better than most women.
And then she went back to bed to get some more sleep. She was still tired, and felt she could use some more. A few hours later, she did wake up, and then she showered, dressed, and called the desk to have breakfast sent up for the girls. She'd decided ten thirty was as good a time as any to begin with breakfast.
After breakfast was cleared away, she got the girls together in the master suite, and told them, "Mr. Dorman will be here any moment, and he'll give us some last minute instructions." No sooner had she begun talking about him, than he walked in.
"Speak of the devil," she laughed.
Dale Dorman smiled proudly, "Well, how do you like our modest quarters, young ladies?"
"Groovy-we like it, swell, super," they chorused together, and Dorman knew their enthusiasm was sincere.
"Girls, we're putting in a stereo system, and special swinging arc lights. This will give you the sendoff you deserve, when you model the most tremendous line of lingerie ever devised by anybody, guaranteed to titillate, excite the imagination, and sell up a storm."
"That's a pretty powerful pep talk, Mr. Dorman," June smiled.
"It's the truth," he grinned, "Now, when the stereo is fixed up, and the three flats for three girls to stand on, then we'll get the swinging arc lights in."
"This is more like a Broadway show than a sales meeting," Betty bubbled.
"That is why we're going to grow, and grow, and grow, at our company," Dale, totally undaunted, told her flatly. Soon, the men with the stereo system were putting in the speakers, around the room. Then, the lights were placed at strategic places and the flats were covered with silver cloth.
"Doesn't it look elegant?"
"It sure does."
"Now, I'd like a run through so I can see those panties and bras parading before my eyes in living color-"
"Girls, go to your rooms now, and put on your things for our first presentation-remember to place your things you've worn where I told you to, in your wardrobe, so there'll be no problems of not finding anything."
Moments later, the girls came out. And as they paraded the colorful line of panties and bras, the music played, the swinging colored lights bathed the models' bodies in different shades of pastel light. The silver flats glistened, and so did Dale Dorman's eyes.
"Oh, Wow," he exclaimed, "You girls are right-on. Tremendous! Let me tell you, you girls are something else." He stood there applauding and beaming.
"That is just the beginning," June Vincent smiled, "We have seven changes in all, and by the time we're through showing what we have to offer, I'm sure your salesmen will be impressed."
"They'll be climbing the walls," Dale laughed, "and that is just what I want them to do."
"Now, the first night-we meet with the men, and give them the regular pep talk-but the second day about three p.m. we'll begin with a champagne brunch, and have the girls going through their paces while the men are being fed, and washing the gourmet meal down with the best French champagne."
"You've thought of everything, haven't you ? " June smiled, "By the way where is your boss-"
"He's coming tonight. He told me to take care of this detail."
"Isn't that nice-and he could be sampling the goodies-"
Coming closer, Dale Dorman said, "Pick out two chicks, and join them with me in my room-I'm in 4007 two doors down."
"As you like it," June nodded, but she felt like reaching up for a convenient vomit bag. Three women for one man-what next could he think of?
"Myrna-Debbie-would you come here?" she called out to the two girls.
"Yes-what is it?" Myrna asked, as she and Debbie came over to where June was standing. "He wants us to come to his room now."
"But I thought we didn't begin until tomorrow," Myrna half-objected.
"Flexibility in our trade is essential. Plans have been changed, and it isn't up to you or me to complain-do you understand?"
"Oh, yes," Myrna nodded, not wanting to lose out on the big money promised for the panty and bra convention sex escapades.
"I'm game for anything," Debbie said casually, "Who wants to have sex with us?"
"Mr. Dorman."
"Nice. He's good looking," Debbie said, and the delight at the thought of having sex with Mr. Dorman upset June more than a little. She had the 'hots' for him, and it bothered her, that he could call the shots, and she even had to lend a hand in obtaining all the female flesh he wanted, when he wanted it.
The three women soon dismissed themselves, and went to Dale Dorman's room. He opened it quickly, and instantly, they saw he was totally naked.
"Hi, girls-I'll break you lovely dames in," he smiled, "Somebody has to be Sir Stud until the salesmen arrive."
"I'm sure they'd appreciate you sampling the merchandise in advance," June smiled, minus humor.
"I feel like a kid in a candy store," Dale laughed, "Now, what would you beautiful women suggest we do?"
"Well," Debbie giggled, "There are so many things four people can do together."
"Three women and one man can do a lot of things?" June sliced in.
"Well, for one thing one chick can eat his ass out, one can blow him, while he eats the third-doesn't that sound delicious?"
"It sure does," he smiled, "June, I'd like to have you blow me, and Myrna, you can eat my ass out, and Debbie doll-I'd suck your pussy."
"Positions," Debbie exclaimed eagerly, undoubtedly feeling elated over the fact the vice-president had suggested eating her pussy. She liked the sensation and looked forward to him doing it for her.
Soon, the girls were stripping and preparing for the romp on the bed. Dale was all excited. "I'll get on my hands and knees like this," he exclaimed. "Then, Debbie can spread her cunt for me, and throw her legs around my shoulders. Beneath me, June can grab my dong and suck me, and behind me, sweet Myrna will suck my sweet ass."
"Aren't you something," June laughed lightly, trying to keep in the spirit of the proceedings. Then, she went to her oversize purse and picked out a small container of yellow honey.
Taking the plastic honey container over to the bed, she suggested with a sly wink, "Let's make it sucking sweet-Debbie can sweeten up her pussy first, and then you can shove it up Dale's ass-hole, and fill it up with honey."
"Don't you want a sweet dick?" Dale asked teasingly.
"I sure do," June smiled, "Why don't we begin spreading the honey on your penis?"
Dale proudly gripped his penis, and held it out. Then, June brought the plastic container up, and squeezed, making the head of it thick with honey. Next, she handed it to Debbie, who got on the bed, and spread her vagina. Dale studied her closely, as she slowly eased the clear plastic nozzle into her slit. She squeezed, and made a cute expression, "Oweeeee!"
"Feel good?" he laughed.
"Yummy good," she grinned. And next, Dale had to get in line for the girls to have aim at his behind. First, Debbie spread out for him. He got his face down in her vagina, remaining on his hands and knees. Then, he eased himself slowly so his behind would be up in the air, his penis available to June, his buttocks ready for Myrna.
June got in line with his huge, pulsating pecker and pulled it eagerly to her mouth. She started licking on it, lavishing it with sucking. At the same time, Myrna slipped the nozzle of the plastic honey container into his anus.
"Easy, baby," he told her, as he felt the plastic nozzle invading his most intimate channel. Then, Myrna squeezed.
"Just making you a sweet ass," she laughed, sliding the honey container out of his behind, and letting her tongue take it from there.
Now, Dale's face was buried in Debbie's vagina. He breathed in deeply savoring the smell of her loins, and genitals. And then his hot tongue swirled around her hairy triangle, titillating her, exciting her. Suddenly, it plunged inside her, licking the honey off the walls of her vagina. Simultaneously, June had finished licking off the head of his penis, and was slowly sucking it into her mouth.
"Ohhh, ahhh," he stammered, "Suck my prong. Give it to me honey. Finger my balls, while you lick my joystick."
Then, June's hand went to work, pulling, massaging, exciting his testicles anyway she knew how while her mouth slid up and down the saliva-slickened surface of his penis.
"Oh, baby, what a cocksucker you are," he panted, as he pushed his face farther down in the vagina of Debbie, letting his tongue probe inside her hot hole.
"Big Daddy-eat me, eat me," Debbie gasped as the sexual excitement surge through her body, racing up and down her spine, as she wiggled her ass about on the bed. Dale's hands went under her, gripping her round, smooth buttocks, and massaging, while he ate her.
"Suck it," he begged, "Suck my ass out-" The exultation he experienced as Myrna's hot tongue swept around his hot anus, was unlike anything he'd ever had before in this department. Sure, he'd made it with whores who'd consent to lick, but seldom put much enthusiasm into it. But, the way this girl Myrna took over on his hot ass-hole, you'd have thought she was in love with it. Her hot tongue stiffened, just as June had given the intimate intercourse instructions-and she lashed away, stabbing, thrusting, and gripping his firm, round globes at the same time.
Dale felt as if his body was on fire. And he didn't stop licking away at Debbie's delectable vagina either. Debbie had a way of gripping him with her thighs, as his hot tongue drove away inside her.
"Yes, yes, Big Daddy-suck mama's hot snatch," Debbie panted, running her fingers excitedly through Dale's wavy hair. Dale hardly knew what to make of such expert action. Three women-that has to be the only way to fly. Oh, Wow! If these same three chicks could take the identical positions on the biggest buyer of all-the one who bought for the New York wholesale market, he'd get so satisfied, he might buy out half the merchandise. Sex, and business-the best combination in the world, he reasoned, as his hot tongue slid in and out of Debbie's twisting, juicy vagina.
"Does the honey taste good, Big Daddy?"
Debbie demanded. "Aaahhhhh, ohhh, eat me. Eat my pussy!"
Now, Myrna's tongue was plunging rhythmically, keeping pace with June's hot mouth, sucking on his long, driving penis. It excited each woman to be servicing the same man. They felt like sex-slaves, and the total domination that one man was capable of proudly producing with three women added enchantment to the sexual frenzy they were experiencing.
"Eat my ass out, Myrna, honey," he begged, momentarily, tearing his tongue out of Debbie. "And, June baby, suck that cock off. My balls are loaded tonight. You'll get a mouthful in a minute."
June could hardly wait to get a mouthful of his creamy, thick cum. She'd grown to enjoy Dale Dorman's sperm-juice, and the contemplation of suddenly sucking in a burst of creamy cum turned her on all the way.
"Suck it, suck that cock. Eat it up," he begged her.
"You're neglecting me," Debbie pouted, "Get your face back in my pussy, and suck me."
"You won't be neglected for long, baby doll," Dale told Debbie, as he quickly brought his tongue back to her gash, and began lashing away.
And then it happened. Dale Dorman's penis exploded in June's hot, eager mouth. She sucked him in smoothly, massaging his balls as they unloaded in a burst of creamy cum into her. Myrna didn't stop her tongue jabs up his ass-hole for one second. Her fingers continued pressing down on his prostate gland. And, then Debbie gushed into Dale's mouth. He'd been using his tongue effectively whipping about her clitoris, and just as he began the nibbling action, she came.
He sucked her in, and she felt her body vibrating passionately as she lay back, and his hands groped her breasts. As the thrills shot up and down his spine, his hands responded with gripping her breasts tighter, pinching until she cried in pleasurable pain, "Ohhh, honey, you're hurting me-stop it, stop it-those are my titties you're pinching-remember that!"
Finally, Myrna eased her tongue out of his anus, and June let his flaccid penis slip out of her mouth. Then, they got out of their rather cramped positions on the bed, and finally, Dale raised his head from Debbie's vagina.
As June went over to fix herself a drink, she turned back and smiled, "How was the action?"
"Sensational," he smiled, "I mean it, baby doll-it was really a freaked-out screwing session. And we didn't have to take any drugs to make the scene."
"Of course not," June laughed, pouring herself a strong drink of bourbon, and sipping it slowly. "We've all learned to be a little bit sophisticated about sex, haven't we?"
"You bet," Dale nodded, "Mix me a scotch and water, luv." She fixed his scotch and water, and the two girls fixed a vodka drink for themselves. Then, they sat around the room and June pulled the curtain and looked out at the city.
"Isn't it fabulous to be this high in the New-York sky-and be stark naked, fucked like crazy, and bombed out of your mind?"
"And getting paid for it, too," Debbie added.
"Did you have to mention that?" Dale complained, "You make it sound so damned commercial-"
"Well, isn't it? Hell, you wouldn't catch Myrna over there eating your fucking ass out if she wasn't getting paid for it-am I right, Myrna?"
Myrna smiled, but didn't answer. June instantly recognized Debbie's loud mouth, when she'd had a couple drinks, could cause trouble.
"Debbie," she said smoothly, "I forbid you to drink during business hours."
"Is this business?" she giggled.
"Well, you said it was-so you'd better act like you're involved in a business transaction."
"Right you are," she slurred, "And isn't whoring a hell of a business, if I do say so myself."
"Definitely, don't let her drink," Dale demanded, "All we have to have is a couple chatterboxes like her and it'll turn the whole business deal sour."
"I know," June said, carefully measuring every word. At least she had one thing over delectably constructed Debbie, and that was experience. And she'd learned from experience that the least said, during wild screwing sessions, the better.
"If I catch you drinking. Debbie, it's finished-the end-understand?" June looked at her coldly, quietly calculating ways of ridding herself of Debbie whose well-shaped body was just enough better than hers to cause her some difficulty in accepting it.
The girls chatted some more, and then Dale said, "I guess I'd better get some sleep. Mr. Nolan will be in here tomorrow morning."
"Ah, yes, Mr. Nolan," June smiled, "By the way when do I get the chance to lay him?"
"You don't," Dale chuckled, "Nolan is happily married and doesn't play around."
"Who is he kidding?" June laughed, "That's what they all say until they fuck you-"
"I'm serious," Dale insisted, "I've tried to get him laid, but it never works out. He is one man who doesn't believe in fucking around-"
"Let me try to break him down," Debbie suggested, "I've got some great things I've learned about-"
"If Mr. Dorman says he doesn't want you to seduce his boss, Debbie dear, you mustn't insist. Remember, we are here to please-not tease. Now, you'd better run along to bed. You're looking awfully tired, and you need your beauty sleep."
"Are you trying to say something to me? Debbie slurred drunkenly.
"Go to bed, that's all."