Chapter 8
The next afternoon, following a stern business conference, where the men were given all the facts and figures about the "See-Through Lingerie" line of panties, and bras-the announcement was made by Charles Nolan, "Gentlemen, my new vice-president has created a symphony of color for our spring and summer line. Color coordinated panties and bras, are the newest thing in keeping our sales soaring in the "See-Through" lingerie line. And, I'll now turn the modeling phase of our company's operation over to Mr. Dorman."
There was a burst of applause, as Dale Dorman got to his feet. "Gentlemen," he began, "In other eras, clothes have been used to conceal the body. But today, clothes are designed to reveal the body. The mini-skirt heralded the end of the Puritan influence in American dress. It was followed in rapid succession by the micro-mini skirt, and then the hot-pants. Now, it is my great delight to present to you our most beautiful models displaying the latest wrinkle in lingerie-The See-Through Color Coordinated concept. And now, without further adieu, I'll let our gorgeous models illustrate with their bodies what my mere words could never convey."
He turned, and nodded to a young man as a signal to dim the chandeliers, and turn on the arc-spots. This in turn served as a signal for the man operating the stereo-equipment. Suddenly, the models burst forth in a blaze of glory, as music played, and arc light swung, bathing them in flattering pastel colors, as they paraded around the room, each girl standing for a moment on the shiny silver lifts, and then marching on and out the other side of the room.
To make sure that nothing had been forgotten the men had been wined and dined, before Charles Nolan and Dale Dorman had given their presentation pitch. Now, their glasses at their tables were being filled with a good year French champagne, and the combination of light, sound, and girls, girls, girls in eye-popping "See-Through" lingerie in color coordination brought rounds of applause at the entrance of each model.
Three times each girl changed, and paraded around the room. And the waiters had been told to constantly ply the men with more sparkling champagne. The effect was fantastic! Soon, the men were bombed out of their minds, and the finale involved something June had suggested. There were approximately forty men, and twenty girls. For the finale, the girls were to come and sit on the laps of the men, and then suggest that two men take them to a bedroom.
Everything went well. The men displaying their enthusiasm with sudden bursts of applause, and then the girls did as they had been instructed. They came out, and sat on the laps of the men. The men instantly looked at their breasts, at their vaginas. And June's smooth, velvet voice put the sales pitch on at this strategically timed moment. "Nothing is more appealing, nothing is more revealing than "See-Through" lingerie. A man can know what he is getting before he unwraps the package in our gorgeous sheer-sheer color coordinated line. Nothing is hidden, and everything is glorified." The music swelled, and the men applauded.
Then, each model whispered into the ear of her two men, "Baby, we have a bedroom waiting for us-if you're interested."
"If we're interested," the New York wholesale buyer chuckled, "Honey, you're finger-lickin' good!" And then, he proceeded to illustrate what he meant had nothing whatsoever to do with chicken.
As each girl pulled off her seduction, the men moved from the tables to the bedroom.
A scowl crossed the face of Charles Nolan. He whispered to his vice-president, "This is the most disgusting debacle I've ever seen. Reminds me of Rome before it collapsed."
"But what a way to go," Dorman laughed, trying desperately to make light of it all.
"I'm backing out of it. I wash my hands of this disgusting spectacle. It's completely against everything I stand for."
"But, you agreed!"
"In a weak moment, when the bank said they'd foreclose on me in six months-I gave in."
"Has the bank changed it's kind mind?" Dorman demanded testily. "Well, er-uh, no!"
"It's up to you. If you want to see "See-Through" lingerie company collapse-go ahead-I should give a damn. It's your company, not mine. I'm just the vice-president, in charge of color coordination concepts, in charge of advertising, sales, and promotion. I can do all the damned work to keep you on your feet, and then you get cold feet and want to throw in the sponge. I've had it, to hell with you."
As the men wandered off to the privacy of their own rooms where they could carry on in their own way, they realized how wrong it was to argue about such things. But, Dorman was incensed. He felt he'd been stabbed in the back by Charlie Nolan. Having gone to such lengths to keep him in business, he figured he could have done the same thing on his own and become the President. Then, he wouldn't have to worry about Charlie Nolan! He could call the shots.
"Come back here," Nolan kept calling to him, as he stalked off to his own suite. When he walked in, he slammed the door, but didn't lock it. Undaunted, Nolan followed him.
"I'm sorry," Nolan said, "I guess I just got carried . .way. You know how this sex stuff goes against my grain. And when I saw all those near-nude women out there parading around in half-moon bras, and our See-Through panties, that was rank enough-but the idea of them rushing out to hustle our salesmen upset me. You see, a lot of those men are happily married like me, and I don't think they approve of-"
"Do you think anybody is left in our conference room?"
"I-I don't know-"
"Well, I do. The room is empty. And you know why it's empty. It's empty because the men are busy fucking up a storm in the bedroom. Their going out of their gourds because we've got girls who'll give them a good, hot, sexy fucking. The kind their wives won't give them. They'll eat their ass out if you please, tickle their nuts with their tongues, and then gobble their pricks, eager to suck the juice out of the thing. When was the last time you got your wife to go down on you?"
"Can't you understand?" Mr. Nolan asked quietly, "All men are not the same when it comes to sex."
"Is that right?" Dale Dorman asked, folding his arms, and scowling at his boss in total disbelief. "Tell me, Charlie, how are you different?"
"Well, I see no reason for any woman to put her nice mouth on my dirty dick-I think-"
"Nice mouth-dirty dick-what the hell are you talking about? And, I suppose you wouldn't go down on an unclean pussy-oh, no-no matter how clean the woman keeps herself you'd have to object, because pussy-eating isn't your hang-up. Well I've got news for you-"
"Stop!" Charlie Nolan demanded in exasperation and disgust; "Fellatio and cunnilingus are disgusting, distasteful, and depraved-"
"Get lost," Dorman said, lighting a cigarette.
"I'm tempted to fire you right this minute," Charlie Nolan said tightly, doing his very best to keep his cool.
"Why don't you? Go ahead, fire me!"
"I can't," Nolan finally admitted, "I need you-"
"And why do you need me?"
"Because they'll take my company away from me if you don't succeed in this sales convention-"
"Now, you're facing reality. Desperate situations call for desperate measures. And, I saved you from financial oblivion with my ideas. Who thought of color coordination ? Who thought of models who could double as models, and serve as whores ? I did, dammit, and I want the credit."
"Alright, alright, I'll give you the credit-if it means so much to your ego. I don't need any ego-trips. I've had all the ego satisfaction
I need, and I can look back on what my father did and-"
"Stoy right there!" Dale Dorman said angrily, "That's your problem. You look back! I look forward, dammit, and that is why your company is going to make a mint of money. These men are going to get sucked-I mean licked all over, their ass-holes, their balls, their cocks, like they've never been sucked before. They'll eat your toes if that's what turns you on. And then, they'll shove their sweet cunts in the salesmen's faces and feed them pussy. If that isn't enough to drive them out of their skulls, nothing is! But, it isn't just zingy sex we're selling, it's fabulous panties, super bras. Panties and bra that make women, more appealing than being bare ass naked. It's titillation that we're interested in. It's that appeal to the imagination we're working on, And I'll guarantee you one thing. Our girls are going to astound you with the orders you'll see the men placing tomorrow."
"You could be right," Charlie Nolan nodded, "Sex does have a way of accomplishing things like nothing else."
"Weren't you ever so hot you wanted to eat a woman's pussy?" Dorman demanded angrily.
Nolan shook his head, a no-no look in his eyes, and his expression somewhat dumbfounded that his vice-president should be so upset because he didn't find oral-genital sex as exciting as he did.
"Well, maybe you wouldn't," Dorman concluded. Then, an idea hit him. If he could get June Vincent to go along with it, he was in.
"Wait right here," Dorman insisted, "I want to show you something."
Then, Dorman realized he had a real problem. The men had paired off with the women, and if he took June Vincent away, some chick would have to service four men. But, he had to go through with his plan, nevertheless.
Opening each bedroom door, he saw the action going on, and had a good chuckle. All the men and chicks were going at it with enthusiasm. Finally, he found June and motioned to her. She was sucking on a fat man's prick. Dale recognized the man as a big wholesaler from Duluth, Minnesota. He hated to deprive him of his cocksuck so he stood by and waited. The men thought he was a voyeur, as he looked up and smiled, "If you want to jerk off while you watch-it's alright," he grinned. Another man was licking away at June's vagina. It was a terrible thing to have to break up the party for the naked trio, and finally he realized the wisest thing was to wait, and hope that his boss, Charlie Nolan would wait too.
June sucked faster now, knowing that Dale had come into the room for a reason. And Dale knew he had to pretend he was there to enjoy himself, so he pulled out his penis when he finished unzipping his pants and began pumping.
The men watched each other, and there indeed was something sexually stimulating about seeing each other's sexual organ. Dorman found his penis stiffening in his hand and he reached out to grip it harder as it became more pleasurable to pull on it.
"Eat that cock," he commanded, "Go ahead, honey-eat-"
The fat wholesaler, gasped, "Oh, suck me, suck me, baby, I'll give you some sperm-suck it out when I shoot now, don't spit it out."
June shook her head, and Dale assured her, "Our models swallow," he smiled.
Then, the older salesman who was thrusting his hot tongue in and out of her vagina, was flipping out. His hands played with her buttocks as he held her, his mouth didn't move from her vagina, as he bore down hard and sucked.
"Ahhh, ohhh, suck it-suck my cock," the man from Minnesota blurted, and suddenly he shot his wad. She sucked him clean, and fingering his nuts, and patting his behind gave him the kind of ultimate satisfaction he desired. Now, she was gushing in the man's mouth, and his tongue was sweeping around her hot vagina, eagerly devouring her.
Finally, June slipped her mouth off the man's prick, and looked up at Dale. "Want a blow-job, honey?"
"Later-in my bedroom-"
The man who'd had his cock sucked off, was so drunk and tired now, he rolled over and fell asleep. The other man had difficulty prying his face off her vagina, as he enjoyed eating her so much. But, at last, she said, "Baby, that's all there is."
He got the point and pulled away. Then, she looked up at Dale, and asked, "What's up, lover?"
"I'll tell you later-come with me."
Naked, she got off the bed, and she didn't worry about slipping into her clothes, as they'd taken over the entire hotel floor, and they'd hired guards to stand at the elevator, just in case anybody got off at the wrong floor.
Together they walked down the hall, and Dale explained, as he put his penis back in his shorts, zipping up.
"Honey, I've just had a knockdown drag-out with my boss. Old man Nolan was ready to cop out of the whole deal. Somehow, he's a Puritan at heart, and he got uptight with the way the girls paraded around, and then planted themselves on the salesmen's laps. He figured it was a Sodom and Gomorrah re-run, I guess. Anyway, he said he wanted to put an end to it. I hustled him down to my room because he was hysterical! And then, I had to use my wits to keep him cool. If he got so upset, he exposed what was going on at our lingerie convention, he'd split his business wide open, and we'd be swallowed up whole by the sharks in this town, who'd love to latch onto our business. It is essential to keep him calm, and I've thought of one way-you could seduce him."
"Sure," June smiled, and then she said menacingly in a husky voice, "We could blackmail him."
"How?"
"Easy," she said, "stop in my room a minute."
June slipped into her room, and discovered Debbie and Myrna were hot at it with two men. "they had their bodies tangled like a sexual rope. Debbie was sucking on one man's penis, and the other man was sucking ow her slit. Myrna was sucking on the cock of the man eating Debbie. They were sliding up and down, ana" back and forth on each other, and didn't even notice her enter, they were so consumed with the passion of their own lust.
June took a miniature camera out of her purse, and kept it in the palm of her hand. When she stepped back into the hall, she opened her hand.
"You see what I mean?" she smiled.
"Yes, I do," he chuckled, "You've got the mind of a blackmailer."
"I've had to learn a lot of things in my business," she said seriously. "And if there is one thing I've learned it is this-"
"Go ahead, what is it?"
"It's this-every man is vulnerable!"
"I'm glad you believe that, because you'll need some doing to get old stone-face Nolan into the act."
"Leave him to me, honey, and when I'm ready, you can have your picture. Only it's best if you let me work on him alone. I have my own technique, please Dale, I know what I'm doing."
"I trust you," he smiled.
"I trust you, luv," she said softly.
Then, she handed him the camera, and stepped into the bedroom by herself. Dorman wondered when he'd know when to enter, and then he concluded that he would have to guess. But, he figured that with the know-how of June, he wouldn't be compelled to wait too long.