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 THE HARD BODY SHOP CLERK CH.  15: SUNDAY NIGHT After Cori's violent
abduction and rescue, Ben gave her the weekend off - no work, no dates.  He
and Ty and John checked on her frequently, calling to make sure she was OK,
sending food and flowers to her.  Every action re-affirmed their affection
for Cori and their desire to let her know that they weren't like Chad - and
certainly not like Jarvis.  Ben even told Cori that the deal with Holman
was off.  They didn't trust him and his sister and weren't about to put
Cori in danger again.  Cori felt so fortunate to have not one, but three
men who cared about her so much.

   She wanted to thank them, so she took it upon herself to call Holman. 
She explained to him a little bit of what happened and why Ben had pulled
the deal.  It seemed to take some of the anger out of Holman, as he began
to understand and respect Ben's decision.

   "I know I can't do the rest of the campaign," Cori said, "but I really
would like to help the shop get that contract with the city.  Do you think
we can work something out without Ben knowing?"

   "I think so," Holman said.  "How about you come over here for dinner
tonight?  Tell Ben you're visiting a friend or something so he won't worry.
You spend the night here and I think I can find it in my heart to forgive
old Ben."

   "Really?" Cori said.  "OK.  I'll be over around 7.  I have to be at work
in the morning at 8.  Is that OK?"

   "That's fine," Holman said.  "Just don't expect any sleep."

   Cori dreaded going to see Holman, but she was doing this for the guys
who really cared about her, so that made it OK.  She knew she wouldn't
always be this attractive to men, that she wouldn't always be able to help
them as much as she wanted.  This was her chance to do something big.

   Cori showed up at Holman's right on time, wearing high heels, a black
wrap-around mini-skirt, a black thong, black thigh-high stockings and a
florescent orange mesh top like strippers wore these days.  She had a bag
with her Monday morning outfit in the car, just in case she didn't get a
chance to go home before she went to work.

   "Very nice, Cori," Holman nodded in approval as he let her in, staring
first at her tits, then her ass as she passed by him into his mansion of a
house.

   "Thank you, Mr.  Holman," Cori said.  She was surprised to see him
wearing slacks, a button down shirt and a tie.  Didn't these business guys
ever relax?  "I really appreciate this."

   "The pleasure will be all mine," Holman said, licking his lips.

   "This is a beautiful house," Cori said, looking up at the huge entryway.
This house was worth millions, she knew.

   "Thank you.  You'll see the house later if there's time.  Right now, I'd
like to show you the back yard." Holman put his arm around her slender
waist and led her through the great entryway, down a long hallway and out a
sliding glass door that led to a double-layered deck overlooking a
in-ground pool.  On one corner of the deck was a huge hot tub.

   "Beautiful," Cori said admiringly.

   "Yes, you are," Holman said, lifting her skirt and squeezing her ass. 
"Now, strip and get in." He nodded toward the hot tub.  Cori quickly peeled
off her clothes and Holman did likewise.  She noted his cock was long and
thick, much like his body.  She stepped gingerly into the hot water, her
tits jiggling as she stepped down into the foamy water and took a seat. 
Holman followed her, his cock half-erect, his eyes focused squarely on her
tits.  He sat next to her and pulled her on top of him.  He began squeezing
and sucking her tits, filling his mouth with as much tit-meat as he could.

   She felt him harden against her thigh and he lifted her up, lowering her
onto his erect shaft.  "Ride me," he whispered into her ear.  "Fuck
yourself with that big cock."

   With her knees on the bench on both sides of him, Cori began rocking and
grinding on what she had to admit was a very nice, meaty cock.  She put her
arms around his neck and raised herself up and down while he resumed
playing with her tits.  The warm water sloshed around as Cori's amazing
hips rocked and rolled and grinded, seemingly going three different
directions at the same time.  Her pussy was responding to the big cock,
too, gotting hotter and adding some of its own viscous lubricant to the
hot, frothy water.

   She expected him to cum right away the first time, but he showed good
staying power and she kept riding, harder and faster.  Her ass cheeks were
slamming into his thighs now and she was arching her back, filling her
snatch with his cock while giving him a face full of tits at the same time.
He grabbed her ass and started helping her ride up and down, forcing her to
pick up the pace even more.  Her pussy was on fire now and yearned for
release.  She ground her hips again and let out a squeal of delight.

   "Yeah, baby," Holman encouraged her.  "Keep it up.  Ride that big cock.
Make yourself cum.  Cum for me, Cori."

   "Oh, yes," Cori squealed.  "Mr.  Holman, you're going to make me cum. 
Oh, Mr.  Holman!" Cori buried her face in his chest and rocked her hips as
fast as she could while the orgasm coursed through her body.

   Feeling her perfect hard body tremble as she came again and again,
Holman was unable to hold back any longer.  His cock fired bullets of thick
cum wads into her slurping cunt, their juices mixing in a molten pool of
lust deep inside Cori's velvety vagina.

   When they were done, Cori basically fell off him, laying back in the hot
water, her tits sticking out like two big pointy bouys.

   "Now that's the way to get things started!" Holman celebrated.  "This is
gonna be one helluva night, girl.  You tell that pussy to get ready,
because it's got a whole lot more cumming to do before daylight."

   Holman got out of the hot tub and began drying himself with a towel.  He
helped Cori out of the tub and handed her a towel as well.  Holman put his
slacks, shirt and tie back on while Cori donned her skirt, thigh-highs,
mesh top, thong and heels.

   "Do you mind if I ask why you are so dressed up?" Cori asked.  "I mean,
you look nice, but ..."

   "I've got a meeting," Holman said with a shrug of his shoulders.

   "Now?" Cori asked.  She hoped so.  That might mean an hour or two when
she wouldn't be at his service.

   "Yeah," Holman said.  "Now."

   "Oh, well, what do you want me to do?"

   "Entertain," Holman smiled.  "You're going to entertain, my dear."

   "Oh, do I need to wear something else?"

   "No, you're fine just like that," Holman said.  "You look like a
stripper and that's just what you're going to do.  I have my advisory team
for my campaign coming over.  They should already be waiting for us, in
fact.  Anyway, there are six of them in all, four men and two women. 
You're going to start by doing a strip tease - I just happen to have a
stripper pole - and then you're going to give them each a lap dance.  Got
it?"

   "Yes sir," Cori said.

   "They won't fuck you," Holman said, "but they can touch all they want.
Understood?"

   "Yes sir," Cori nodded.

   Holman led her back into the house, veering down a large corridor that
led to a pair of large oak double doors.  He opened them simultaneously and
went in first, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you the one and only
Ms.  Cori Banks."

   Cori followed him into the room and saw that it was a combination office
and den.  It had an huge oak desk and board table on one side of the room
and two leather sofas, two leather chairs, a leather love seat, a fireplace
and, yes, a stripper pole on a wood platform on the other side of the room.
Cori saw the six people Holman mentioned seated around the table, all
staring at her.  She recognized his associate, Mr.  Tanner, and his sister,
Verna the tailor.  Two of the other men - Harold and Stan -- appeared to be
in their 50s, both in good shape with graying hair.  The other, named
Victor, was younger, probably in his early 30s with broad shoulders and
huge biceps.  The other woman - Sandy -- was in her mid 30s and very
attractive in a classy, businesswoman sort of way.  She had short hair, an
athletic build and perfect teeth.  Everyone was dressed for business
despite it being 8 p.m.  on a Sunday.

   "Cori is going to provide our entertainment after the meeting," Holman
explained.  "In the meantime, she'll be loosening up over there." Holman
sent Cori toward the stripper pole with a pat on the ass, whispering in her
ear, "Make it look good, slut.  We'll be watching."

   Cori spent the next 20 minutes going through an r-rated stretching
routine, including bending over at the waist and grabbing her ankles,
putting her legs behind her head and laying flat on her stomach and arching
her back as far as she could.  She heard occasional comments from the other
side of the room, but never looked over.  She knew they were watching her
every move.  It was actually kind of funny to hear one of the guys saying
something like, "we have to go door to door and hand out these flyers. 
Then we... good God!  ... uh, what was I saying?"

   She had just started repeating some of the same stretches when she heard
Holman say, "All right, good work people.  Meeting adjourned.  Now, to
thank you all for all your hard work, I'd like to invite you to stay for
the next half hour or so while Cori entertains us as only she can.  Please,
join me over there for the show."

   They all walked toward Cori and took seats in the various couches and
chairs provided, all turned to face the stripper platform.  Holman turned
down the lights, turned on a spotlight on the small stage and cranked up a
driving rock song.  Cori knew she was on.  She climbed on the stage and
began a slow, sensual dance, twisting her hips to the beat, running her
hands up and down her body, pulling at her clothes, rubbing her private
areas.  She let her skirt drop to the floor and kicked it to Sandy.

   Cori knelt down and spread her knees apart, flashing her pussy as she
tugged at the thong, rubbing it across her pussy lips.  She squeezed her
tits and peeled off her top.  She licked one nipple, then the other,
hefting those giant tits toward her perfect red lips.  She squeezed her
tits together, then bent over at the waist and wiggled her hips, making her
tits slap into each other.  She dropped into a full splits and again sucked
her nipples while everyone enjoyed the view of her nearly naked pussy.  She
raised one leg straight up in the air and slowly peeled off her stockings,
following with the other leg.  She kicked off her stilettos long enough to
take the stockings off, then put them right back on.

   She stood up and turned her back to them, giving them a good look at her
ass as she resumed her playful dance, now teasing them by pulling the thong
part way off, then pulling it back up between her ass and pussy.  Finally,
she pulled it down, bending over as she did so.  She faced them as she held
the thong to her nose, making a show of inhaling her own aroma.  She smiled
and put the thong back between her legs, first rubbing it across her pussy
lips, then actually spreading her pussy and inserting the thong until only
a tiny piece of fabric hung out.  She danced and twirled, pulling herself
up on the pole and spreading her legs wide.  She wrapped her tits around
the pole and she even flipped herself upside down, letting those breasts
hang down, bouncing to the beat.

   As the second song was about to end, Cori stood facing the crowd, opened
her legs and pulled out the thong at a tantalizing pace.  Finally, she
again smelled it, then smiled and tossed it to Stan, who wouldn't have
given it up for a million dollars.

   Holman himself signaled the end of the show by turning off the music and
turning on the lights.  Everyone applauded.  Cori began to gather her
clothes, but Holman stopped her.

   "Hold on," he said.  "The private dances are still to come.  Anyone
object to Cori giving you lap dances naked?"

   There were no objections and Holman quickly settled the matter of
pecking order by drawing numbers.  Verna was first, followed by Harold, Mr.
Tanner, Stan, Sandy and Victor.  Holman left himself out of the draw.  He
would go last, of course.

   "I don't know about you all," Holman said, "but I want to keep watching
the show.  Any objections to doing the lap dances out here where we can all
watch?"

   Again, everyone agreed.  Holman turned down the lights once again,
turned up the music and pointed the small spotlight at Verna's chair.  His
sister was sitting there in a business suit, a big smile on her face as the
object of her desire approached.  Verna patted her lap, indicating Cori
should take a seat.  Cori, who had a few experimental encounters with Tammy
and Gina, had never given a lap dance to a woman before, but guessed
correctly that Verna wanted pretty much the same show the guys did - only
with less focus on the crotch rubbing.  Cori spread her legs, cupped her
breasts, rubbed her tits across Verna's face, bent over in front of her,
slid up and down her body.  Since this wasn't some strict strip club, Verna
freely groped and grabbed at Cori, touching everywhere, pinching her ass,
fingering her pussy, even sticking out her tongue to lick Cori's nipples.

   Cori found herself getting aroused as she moved from Verna to Harold,
who's cock was already hard.  Cori ground on that rigid dick for two songs,
rubbing it with her ass, pussy and tits and even sucking him through his
pants.  He unzipped his pants and she sucked him through his briefs, which
were moist with pre-cum.  She swore he was about to blow his load when it
was time to move to Mr.  Tanner.

   Tanner immediately inserted his finger in her pussy and spent most of
his time finger-banging her while she did her best to keep moving and
dancing.  She wanted just to grind down and let him really finger fuck and
make her cum, but she was aware of the other eyes on her and tried to keep
up the show.  She was very wet, now, and aching for another orgasm.  With
four more dances still to go, she didn't think she could get through
without cumming.

   Stan had his pants open before she even got to him and, at his
encouragement, she spent considerable time grinding her pussy against his
brief-covered cock, her juices and his soaking into that cotton fabric
together.

   Sandy, who was bi-sexual, was clearly a tit woman.  She played with
Cori's big knockers the whole time Cori was dancing for her.  She made her
jump up and down so she could watch them bounce, and she carefully tasted
and teased both nipples with a soft tongue and tantatlizingly sharp teeth.
Cori's nipples ached with desire.

   Victor made them ache more, roughly pulling on them and squeezing her
tits.  Cori didn't know if he meant to be that rough or if he was just so
big and strong that he didn't realize how much force he was using.  Either
way, he was a very powerful man with a powerful erection that Cori knew
could bring her to climax with a few well-placed thrusts.  Alas, the dance
ended with no relief, only heightened desire.

   With everyone in the room now on the verge of climax but frustrated by a
lack of release, Cori moved on to Holman, who didn't hold himself back. 
When Cori climbed on his lap, he promptly stuck his cock in her pussy and
started banging away while she rocked her hips to the beat of the music. 
Everyone gathered around, clapping and cheering as Cori rode that big thick
cock for the second time since her arrival at Holman's house.

   She came almost instantly, drawing a round of applause as her
unmistakeable cries and trembling body told everyone what was happening. 
Holman just smiled, gave a thumbs up to his party guests and pushed Cori's
limp body onto the floor.  He was on her in an instant, pushing her legs
over her head where Verna dutifully held them while he roughly entered her
glistening cunt.  He filled her with powerful thrusts that drove her across
the floor while she writhed, humping back at him, cumming again and again.

   Holman finished by pulling out and yelling, "face or tits?" Face was the
overwhelming favorite - argued only by Sandy's vote for tits - and Holman
straddled her face, firing his steaming load at her.  He covered her lips
and chin, then stepped back and said, "cover the rest of it, boys."

   Stan, Victor, Tanner and Harold each stepped forward and started jacking
their cocks.  They squeezed her tits some more or stuck their fingers in
her pussy for added inspiration before one by one dousing her face with
their thick, ropey loads.  By the time they were done, her eyes were
covered, her nostrils were clogged with semen, her hair was matted with
wads of spunk and it even clung to her ears and eyelashes.

   Cori was about to wipe enough away to look up when she felt two tongues
on her.  Verna and Sandy were on their hands and knees, licking up the cum,
collecting it with their tongues and holding it in their mouths.  When Cori
was mostly clean, Sandy held Cori's mouth open while Verna spat her share
of the semen into Cori's mouth.  Sandy followed suit and they all watched
as Cori swallowed it all.  She looked around, not surprised to see that
Holman was there holding a video camera and Tanner was holding a digital
camera.  They had filmed and photographed the whole thing.

   "Cori," Holman said, "I know I said you wouldn't fuck anyone but me, but
I think these ladies deserve a little something, don't you?  I mean, it's
not fair that they're the only ones who haven't cum yet, don't you think?"

   Cori just nodded and began kissing both Verna and Sandy.  They both took
off their clothes and Cori sucked their nipples and fondled their pussies,
then licked both pussies until both women climaxed in screaming, creaming
orgasms that drowned out the applause coming from the men.

   In just about an hour, Cori had inspired seven orgasms while
experiencing three of her own.  She was exhausted, laying in the middle of
the floor, her body wet with perspiration, semen and pussy juice.  Her hair
was still matted with the cum that the women couldn't get out and her
nipples were still erect with extreme stimulation.

   She got up slowly and helped see everyone to the door, then turned back,
glad that it was down to just her and Holman for the rest of the night.  He
showed her to the bathroom and left her alone for 30 minutes to relax and
clean up while he prepared for the rest of the evening.  He drank a bottle
of water to replenish his fluids and snacked on fruit and crackers to
regain his energy.  This was a once in a lifetime night and Holman had no
intention of running out of steam anytime soon, "steam" being the operative
word, he chuckled to himself.

   "That was quite a performance," Holman complimented her as she emerged
from the bathroom.  She was now wearing only her heels and a white terry
cloth towel that she had wrapped around her.

   "Thank you," Cori said.  "I had fun."

   "I could tell," Holman smiled devilishly.  "I love to watch you cum. 
And I love the way you look with cum all over and your body all hot and
sweaty.  So, with that in mind, I thought we could spend some time in the
sauna."

   "Of course," Cori said.  "Whatever you say, sir."

   Holman led her to his private exercise room which included an assortment
of weights, a treadmill, an exercise bike and a few other pieces of
equipment.  Attached to it was his private sauna.  They both stripped and
stepped into the sauna.  Holman sat down on the small wooden bench and
inserted a dildo in her pussy.  He then had her sit on his lap while he
played with her tits and they talked about the cum bath she had taken.

   Soon, they were both sweating, their bodies glistening.  Holman put his
hand between her legs and stroked her clit, using his other hand to gently
fuck her with the dildo.  She squirmed a bit and her ass cheeks brushed
against his cock, which was beginning to stiffen once again.  He pulled the
dildo, slick with her pussy juice, out of her twat and gently inserted it
into her ass.

   "Do you like it up the ass?" Holman asked, stroking her pussy once more.

   "Yes, sir," Cori said.

   "Good, because that's where this big cock is going next," Holman said.
He took his hard cock and poked it between her thighs, slapping it against
her pussy lips, the impact making a wet, smacking sound.  Sweat was running
down her breasts now, a drop clinging to her nipple.  Holman squeezed those
big tits together, watching the sweat pour down her cleavage and over her
smooth belly.  What a gorgeous babe, he thought.

   He picked her up and pulled the dildo out of her ass, then sat her down,
facing away from him, his cock simply filling the gaping void left by the
dildo.  "Oh yeah, right up the ass!" Holman grunted, pulling her onto his
lap until he was balls deep in her sweat-slickened asshole.  He let her sit
there for a moment, relishing the feel of her tight rectum sleeved around
his cock.  She squirmed, trying to get comfortable, but he simply started
pushing her up and down on his cock, his hands on her ass, lifting her
firm, light body up and down with increasing speed.

   She grunted as his cock entered her tightest hole repeatedly, his
thrusts becoming stronger, deeper, quicker.  He stood up and bent her over.
She put her hands against the wall to hold herself up and he used her hips
to provide the leverage to pound her ass with all his might.  He was
hammering away at it now, giving it to her as hard and fast as he could. 
She was moaning and grunting and telling him to do it harder.

   When he was about to cum, Holman pulled out, spun her around and fired
every thing he had at her sweat-soaked tits, mixing his cum with her sweat
in a creamy cocktail that Cori happily licked up and swallowed.  She then
dropped to her knees and cleaned every inch of the cock that had just
ravaged her asshole.

   They cleaned off by taking a dip in the pool, then prepared for bed. 
Cori gave him one of her patented blowjobs, swallowing his cum, and then
Holman drifted off to sleep.  Cori lay in bed, thinking about how all she
would probably have to do is fuck him one more time in the morning and that
would be it.  She'd be done with Holman, done with Chad, done with Jarvis.
It would be just her and her three men and their fat new city contract.

   Cori awoke to a light shining in her face.  The room was dark otherwise,
but some sort of flashlight was shining in her eyes.  She couldn't see, but
started to get up when a hand pushed on her forehead, holding her to the
bed.  She squinted, but still couldn't see.  Her eyes slowly adjusted and
she saw something moving in the shadows.  It quickly became clear that it
was a cock being stroked and it was pointed right at her face.  The light
was coming from just above and behind, and Cori realized it was a video
camera with a light mounted above it.  Someone was jacking off on her and
someone else was taping it.

   "Close your eyes and pretend you're still asleep," she recognized
Holman's voice and followed his instructions.  With her eyes closed, she
felt his cock rub across her forehead, nose, cheeks and lips, but she
remained motionless as if sound asleep.  Holman kept stroking his cock and
soon she felt his sticky spunk splashing against her face, the first big
wad hitting her cheek and the next smacking her temple and running across
her eyelid.  She felt some on her lips and nose, but remained motionless.

   "Did you get it?" Holman asked.

   "Got it," it was Verna's voice.

   The lights came on in the room and camera shut off.  "You can get up,"
Holman said.  "Go ahead and lick that up."

   Cori sat up and cleaned her face, eating his latest load.  She smiled at
Verna and said hello.  She noted that it was 3 a.m.

   "Verna's an amateur photographer and movie maker," Holman explained. 
"So, I asked her to come back and film a couple scenes.  You got enough
sleep, right?"

   "Sure," Cori said, lying.

   "Good, because we've only got a few hours left.  Have you ever
masturbated on camera before?  You're going to now.  I've got two dildos
and a vibrator.  I want you to play with yourself and make yourself cum. 
Then, after you do, I'll jump in and fuck you again.  You'll just keep
cumming and Verna will film it all.  Got it?"

   "Got it," Cori said.

   "Just lay back there and have fun," Holman said.  "Verna might direct
you a little, but otherwise, just go with what feels good."

   Cori lay back and started rubbing her pussy and squeezing her nipples.
She put one dildo in her mouth to get it wet, then gently inserted the tip
into her pussy.  Men always wanted to shove it all the way in when they
fucked her with a dildo, but she worked just an inch or two in, focusing on
her labia and clit, stimulation them with the dildo.  The she started
working on her nipples with the vibrator, making them grow hard and erect,
then she used it on her clit.  She removed the dildo and inserted two
fingers into her pussy, rubbing and caressing herself, making her pussy hot
and moist.

   "Dildo in the ass," Verna said.  Cori followed instructions and put the
moistened dildo in her ass.  "Turn over and let us see it from the back."
Cori rolled onto her stomach, sitting up on her knees with her head still
down on the pillow.  "Lick your fingers." Cori licked the pussy juice from
her fingers as if she was sucking a cock, letting her pursed lips linger
around her finger.  "Suck on your tits." Cori lifted first her left, then
her right tit into her mouth, sucking on her hard nipples.  "Do whatever
you need to do to make yourself cum."

   Cori rolled back onto her back, closed her eyes and put both hands on
her pussy.  One hand worked her clit while the other spread her labia and
massaged the tender tissue just inside her opening.  She arched her back
and raised her hips as if her pussy were searching blindly for a cock to
grind against.  She rubbed her clit furiously and pinched her nipples.  She
jammed three fingers into her cunt and hammered away.  She put her feet on
the bed and lifted her ass high off the bed, raising her pussy to meet the
jamming fingers.  She writhed and bucked and came hard, thrashing around on
the bed before finally collapsing in heap.

   That's when Holman entered the scene, jumping on the bed, spreading her
legs and spearing her dripping pussy with his hard cock.  He threw her legs
over his shoulders and pounded her limp body with the force and energy of a
hormone-overdosed teenager.  He pulled out just in time for the money shot,
firing away at her face once more, giving the camera a good shot of his cum
drizzling her nose and lips.  Cori wearily licked the sticky gunk from her
fingers and face, then drifted off to sleep once more.

   She awoke again with a start.  She didn't know how long it had been, but
she guessed not long.  Verna and Holman were still there and her face was
still sticky with cum.  Holman was wiping it off with a warm wash cloth,
which is what woke her up.  Verna handed her the orange mesh top, black
mini skirt and the rest of her earlier outfit.

   "Put all this on," Verna instructed.  "We're going to do a nice
show-and-tell scene.  Don't worry, all you have to do is exactly what you
do all the time - look sexy."

   Cori put on her outfit and then all three of them went downstairs to the
spacious living room.  Holman and Cori sat on the couch while Verna set up
her cameras.  She had one on a tri-pod and another she held by hand.  When
she was ready, she took Cori into the kitchen and instructed her to walk
into the living room.  Verna stayed right behind Cori, aiming her camera up
the hard-bodied blonde's tiny skirt, focused on that black thong and the
perfect sway of her hips and ass as she walked.

   When Cori got into the living room, Holman took her hand and put his arm
around her, looking directly into the tri-pod.  "Hello again everyone," he
began, "I'm Vern Holman and I'm running for mayor of Darien.  I come to you
today to explain to you how I plan to make Darien a better community for
all of us.  Here to help me demonstrate is my very able-bodied assistant,
Cori Banks.  Today, Cori is here representing the tow of Darien.  Let me
explain.

   "Like Cori, Darien is beautiful.  We have rolling hills" - he turned
Cori around and flipped up her skirt, showing off her ass cupped - "fertile
valleys" - he bent her over and rubbed his hand over her pussy mound - "and
a great view of the mountains" - he turned her around and cupped her
breasts.  "Like Cori, we need to show this off.  We need to let everyone
see what Darien has to offer.  Let me show you what I mean.  Cori has great
tits, a fantastic ass and a pussy to die for.  Would you know it if she was
all covered in long bulky sweaters and loose sweat pants?  No.  So, she
wears see-through tops, skimpy skirts, tight shorts, thongs and high heels.
She shows it off.  She's proud of it.  As your next mayor, I want to show
off all that Darien has to offer.

   "Now, it's one thing to look the part, it's another thing to produce. 
Darien needs to show it can be a leader in this state as a resource for
both agricultural and manufacturing.  In other words, we can't just look
pretty, we need to fuck like a pro, too, right Cori?"

   "Yes, sir," Cori smiled.

   "Cori will demonstrate for us again." Holman stripped her skirt and
thong down her legs, leaving her in the mesh top and high heels.  "First,
we'll probably have to start by kissing up to some of the big companies to
convince them to let us manufacture their products." Cori dropped to her
knees and Holman stuffed his cock in her mouth.  "We might have to do this
for a while, but we must never stop until they tell us to.  When they're
ready, we'll stand up," - Cori stood up - "and we'll bend over and take it
any way they want to give it to us." She bent over and Holman sunk his cock
into her pussy.

   "They'll work us hard," - he was pounding away, swatting her ass - "but
if we work hard too, we'll get some big rewards." He kept fucking her pussy
for the next 10 minutes until she again came.  He pushed her away and sat
down on the couch.  "See, big payoff, right Cori?"

   "Mmmm-hmmm," was all she could say as she caught her breath.

   "Now, we'll have to show our appreciation" - Cori came over and he sat
her on his lap - "and do whatever they say." He picked her up, facing away
from him toward the camera, and sank his cock into her tight ass.  "But in
the end, I think we'll all find that Darien can be a pretty attractive and
fun place for others to come in and see." He spread her legs with his hands
until she took the hint and did the splits on his lap, his cock buried
balls-deep in her ass, her pussy wet and pink and on display for the
cameras which zoomed in for tight close-ups.  Holman lifted her up and down
several times, then pushed her off onto the floor.  She turned around and
he stuck his cock back in her mouth, filling her throat with a load of cum.

   "I can deliver the goods," Holman said, turning Cori's face to look at
the camera.  She showed the cum on her tongue, then swallowed it, again
showing her tongue to demonstrate that the cum was gone.  "I'm Vern Holman,
your next mayor, cumming soon."

   "Cut," Verna yelled.  "That was great!"

   Cori glanced at the clock.  7:00 a.m.  She needed to be getting ready
for work.

   "All right, Cori," Holman said.  "You've done your job.  You've been
fantastic.  Why don't you go get ready for work.  When the time comes, the
shop will get the city contract."

   "Thank you, Mr.  Holman," Cori said.  "I can't tell you how much this
means to me."

   "I think you showed me pretty well," Holman chuckled.  "If you ever need
anything at all, Cori, I can assure you we can work something out."

   "Thank you, sir."

   An hour later, Cori was back at work.  No more Holman, Chad or Jarvis.
Just Ben, John and Ty, her true buddies.

   EPILOGUE

   Six months later, having been elected as Darien's new mayor, Vern Holman
announced that the Hard Body Shop had been awarded the city's service and
maintenance contract.  Ben was shocked, since he still didn't know about
Cori's secret night with Holman and thought Holman still held a grudge. 
They all celebrated as Ben took Cori, Ty and John out to dinner.  Chad and
Jarvis had never been heard from since that fateful night and Ben had
elected not to replace Chad until he found the right person, someone he
knew he could trust not only with the shop, but also with Cori.

   Things had returned to normal right away.  Cori stuck to her daily
apparel schedules, the guys all split Chad's date night - taking turns from
one week to the next - and Cori continued to entertain and flirt with the
faithful customers.

   It was a great life, which is why it was so hard for Cori to make her
announcement at the celebratory dinner that night.  She was dressed for
their pleasure, as usual, wearing a skin-tight black mini dress with the
top cut low to reveal her bra-less cleavage, an oval cut out to reveal her
belly button, and slits up the sides to show off her thighs.  She wore no
panties and her black stilettos and black fishnet thigh-highs showed off
her legs perfectly.

   Ben had actually fucked her in the parking lot before they came in and
the top of her dark dress was stained with tell-tale globs of gooey white
spunk which Ben told her not to wipe or lick off.

   "I hate to say this on a night when we're supposed to be celebrating,"
Cori said, "but I have to leave the shop."

   All three men stopped eating instantly, their mouths dropping in stunned
silence.  "My step-dad is pretty sick and, as you know, my mom won't have
anything to do with him.  So, he's got no one to take care of him.  He's
living in San Diego now and I told him I'd come help him.  I'm leaving
tomorrow.  I should have told you sooner, but I hated to and this all
happened so fast."

   "How long will you be gone?" Ben asked.

   "I have no idea," Cori said.  "He could get better in a few weeks or be
sick for a long time.  I don't know.  It's weird, we've never been that
close.  I mean, he didn't marry my mom until I was in high school, but he
was always nice to me.  What happened between him and my mom was her fault,
not his.  I just hate to think of him sick and alone."

   "We understand," John said.  "You go do what you have to do for as long
as you need to.  You know we'll be here waiting for you whenever you can
come back."

   "Thanks," Cori said, "I appreciate that.  You guys are the best.  You're
my family and I'm going to miss you so much.  I already talked to Tammy and
Gina and they have agreed to fill in for me until you guys find a full-time
replacement."

   They all went to Ben's house after dinner and Cori gave them each a
farewell blowjob and Ben took her to the airport the next morning.  As the
plane took off, Cori looked down, realizing that there was a good chance
she wouldn't be back to Darien any time soon.  A new chapter was about to
begin for her.  It would start with just a few clothes, some small-town
experiences, a few thousand dollars and one very hot, hard body.  She hoped
it would be enough.

   THE END