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Captured
I know that the title I have chosen for this series of accounts can
be misleading. It gives no explicit indication about what the reader will
shortly encounter. So I will tell you. It is my story--the account of my
private life. For the first time really, it is the melding of my public
persona with the full reality of how I have chosen to live, to indulge my
imagination and to achieve the realization of the fantasies of my youth.
I have little illusion about how the reader will judge me. Self-
indulgent may be the most generous description I can hope for. But at
one level of reality I don't care and at another level of reality, I clearly
do. The part of me that wishes to share my story with the reader is not
inhibited by concerns about others' judgments; the part of me that
maintains the buffers that shield my lifestyle and identity from the rest
of the world acknowledges the consequences of flouting norms of
behavior.
Well so far I have been a bit abstract and I am anxious to start but
a bit of biographical data is necessary.
I am forty-three years old. I am also quite wealthy. My father was
a founder of a household-familiar kitchen appliance manufacturer.
When I was twenty-two and a second year law student, the business
was sold to an even larger public company and my family became that
entity's largest single group of stockholders. A year later I inherited all
those holdings. I have sold much of the stock I inherited and have
invested the proceeds fairly diversely. The last time I looked (and I
look reasonably often) I have about $215 million invested in publicly
traded securities, about $26 million in cash and cash equivalents and
about $165 million in less liquid investments. That my sound like a lot
of money. It is, but it is not so much money that I have a highly visible
public profile. You would be surprised at how many private fortunes in
the U.S. exceed mine.
Access to wealth of course is one thing that makes me different--
it is also what makes my life as I live it possible. Here is how it began.
Beginnings - June 1977
I graduated from law school in 1976 and that fall joined a large
corporate law firm in New York. After about six months, I knew I was
not cut out for this regimented practice. First, I was beginning to
spend a lot of my time managing the investments I was starting to
make. Second, I did not need the salary I was earning as a new lawyer
and I did not need the possibility of advancing in the profession as the
means to secure my future. Third, I was not crazy about the work. The
problems I dealt with were dictated by the needs of my firm's clients--
not by what appealed to me. Fourth, I hated the loss of autonomy that
working for the law firm dictated. I decided that I wanted to be my own
boss, to set my own schedule and spend full-time managing my
investments.
But I also knew that there would have to be some regimentation
in my life. There was a period when I was in college when I lacked the
discipline to go to class and my grades had really deteriorated. Once I
got into the routine of forcing myself to go to classes, to go to the
library for study, all on a schedule, my grades rebounded. I knew that I
could not leave myself the option of not having a set of obligations
each day. That meant to me that I would rent an office, employ a staff,
and plan on showing up at work every day.
I hardly knew where to begin. I knew I had to rent an office,
furnish it and hire the people who would work with me. I started with a
first step. I rented a suite of offices for a short-term (six month) period.
I believed that I would use that time to get my systems in place.
My next step then was to hire an executive assistant. I contacted
a placement agency and described what I was looking for. I wanted
someone more than a secretary; someone who could take charge of the
day to day business of running my office; someone who would hire and
supervise other clerical and support staff; someone who could do the
leg work on furnishing the office; I envisioned the quintessential,
efficient, all purpose gal Friday and that is what I described to the
agency. There would be no problem in filling the position I was
assured, and I was promised a stream of pre-screened applicants to
interview the following week.
The first handful of candidates were hardly impressive, however.
Many of the candidates lacked polish. Others seemed overly
concerned with being assured that they could leave promptly at 5:30
p.m.; others did not seem to have the experience or the references to
give me confidence that they could fulfill the job's requirements. Then
I met Ann.
Ann showed up for her interview precisely at 2:00 p.m.--the
scheduled hour. Since I had yet to hire anyone to help me, I was
particularly annoyed at the inconvenience of juggling late applicants
appearing in my unattended reception area while I was conducting
interviews in my office. Ann was about my age, perhaps a year older
than I was and extremely impressive by any standard. The first
standard I noticed was her appearance. Ann had shoulder-length dark
brown hair framing a fair and flawless complexion. Her eyes were
brown and she was about 5'6" tall. She had a wonderful figure, at least
to my tastes, which meant that she was considerably busty and
simultaneously thin waisted. I took note of these things as we talked
about her experience (she was managing the New York office of a
French chemical manufacturer) and the position I was seeking to
fill. My eyes lingered at her chest, I thought discretely, as I noticed the
outline of the lace of her bra visible through the translucent fabric
of her blouse. We talked a good bit about the position and about my
reasons for starting up the management company. I described my
vision of what I hoped to achieve and talked about the role I had in
mind for my assistant. Ann said she was interested and I was about to
offer her the job, when she said there was one problem--the pay was
too low.
Now I had discussed salary with the placement agency and they
had said that the $35,000 a year I had in mind was high by then
prevailing standards. Indeed they thought I would attract people to
apply for the job who were otherwise content in their present positions,
but who would be interested in moving simply for the increase in pay.
Ann was telling me otherwise, the advertised salary was too low,
that she was sure I would be getting what I wanted and needed if I
were willing to provide a more suitable benefit package. I was
impressed with Ann's competence, skill and professionalism (and
appearance) and rather than deflect the issue, I asked her what she had
in mind. As closely as I can remember it this is what happened:
"Look," Ann said "I want to be paid an annual salary of $100,000 a
year and I know you will be very happy if you hire me to run this office
for you, because I know exactly what you want."
"There's no way I would do that - - -" I started to say, but Ann
continued.
"While you think about it would you excuse me for a minute
while I use the ladies room?"
I directed Ann to the appropriate doorway and waited for her in
the reception area while I rued the fact that the ideal candidate had
priced herself out of the job. After about a two minutes, Ann
reappeared and I noticed immediately what had changed. As Ann
strode towards me there was a bounce and shift and jiggle that I had
not seen before and as she drew within five feet or so I could see the
pronounced imprint of her nipples against the fabric of her blouse. It
was clear to me that she had gone to the bathroom to take off her bra.
The audacity of that move had an electric effect on me. "You're hired,
Ann" I said. "How soon can you start?" "A week from this coming
Monday" was the reply. And that is how we began.
First Moves
The electric image of Ann's bobbling breasts bouncing along as
she walked toward me when she emerged from the ladies room
remained imprinted in my mind over the ensuing week. Why was this
such a powerful image? I guess it because was not within the range of
my experience to have dealt with such overtly and aggressively sexual
women. Sure by that time I had experienced a series of relationships
and girlfriends. But they were all with relatively "normal" girls and
women whose backgrounds were like mine and our sexual activity was
behind closed doors. Ann's move seemed to bridge two worlds,
injecting overt sexuality into the world of daily routine and the thought
of that marriage was one which had a powerful impact on me.
The Thursday before Ann was to begin work, she called to
confirm the details and timing of her arrival the next Monday. We
discussed that she would spend the first few days trying to complete
arrangements with the vendors and suppliers who were needed and
that she would set up what was necessary to complete the hiring of the
staff I needed. Our conversation was totally business-like and I was
wondering whether I had let my judgment about work be clouded by
Ann's actions the previous week. But I knew that no permanent,
irretrievable commitments had been made and that if things did not
work out with Ann, I would go back to square one and make a more
conventional hire.
I was in the office the next Monday by 8:30--a half hour before
Ann was expected and a little earlier than I would usually have arrived.
I was anxious to see how things would go. Like clockwork, at 9:00 the
door to the suite opened and there was Ann. Ann was wearing a light
coat and was carrying a brown leather tote bag in addition to her
pocketbook. After a quick hello, she went to the closet and removed
and then hung up her coat. Her back was to me as she did this and my
attention was certainly focussed on her. I saw that she was wearing a
very dark brown leather skirt over hose and her top was a clingy
sweater of a ligthweat wool material. When she turned to face me it
was more than evident that she was, again, braless. I heard her speak:
"Look, Bob, I told you that I know what you want and what you need
and you are not going to be unhappy that you have put me in charge of
running your office."
I was in a bit of a struggle to maintain my composure: "Ann, we
have a lot to do . . ." I started to splutter.
"Bob," she continued "listen to me for a bit, we need to get some
things out of the way."
Ann took a few steps towards me. "I know why you hired me.
You were fascinated by the thought of my being around you all day
long, and of course there are these." And as she uttered that last
phrase she took each of her hands and placed each on the lower
outside surface of each breast and supported each in her palms and
sort of pushed them forwards and up slightly, much as they would have
been supported if she were wearing a bra.
I was stone silent.
Ann was still talking. "Now I will tell you why I wanted to come to
work for you."
"I think you can afford to pay me well and I know I have agreed to
work for $100,000 a year but I know you are going to want to pay me
more as you see the type of job I can do for you."
"You also seem like someone who wants to succeed and who will
give me the chance to really make your business prosper. I don't think
this job will be boring for me and I won't let it be boring for you."
"But don't get the wrong idea, I am not here for you to have sex
with at your whim-- I am no whore -- but I know there will be a sexual
component to our relationship and to how your office is run, but I will
set limits and I know you will respect them."
"Ann," I responded, "all I was looking for was an executive
assistant and I am a little at a loss as to how to deal with you.
Obviously I am intrigued by you but . . ."
She cut me off again. "Bob, just take it one step at a time and I
will show you what I have in mind. I'll show you -- we don't have to talk
it all out in advance. Let's just get on with our work and we can talk
about the events of the day at the end of the day. And what I'd like to do
now," Ann added as she reached for the leather tote bag she had
brought with her and which I could see had various papers, pads and
personal effects, "is set up my desk and see if I can figure what is what
around here."
I began to think that Ann was determined to really play with my
mind. One minute there was business as usual, the next there was a
shockingly provocative act. At that point I started to be a little
concerned that I was losing control of my new business and that
perhaps I had made a mistake.
Ann busied herself by unpacking her belongings at her desk. Her
desk was in an alcove just off the reception area and outside of my
office. I was seated in an armchair in the reception area where I had
greeted Ann upon her arrival. I remained there for about two or three
minutes while I entertained the notion that hiring Ann had been a
mistake. I looked up as Ann addressed me.
"Bob, are we expecting anyone this morning?"
"No, why do you ask?"
Ann did not answer me directly. Instead she strode purposefully
to the door to our suite. I saw her try the door mechanism, make a few
adjustments and I realized that she had locked the door. I had not
anticipated what she would do next.
In one swift motion, Ann crossed her arms, reached down and
taking hold of the bottom of her sweater lifted it over her head. With
this one sudden move, Ann stood before me bare from the waist up.
Her breasts were quite large, flaring slightly outward and capped with
lovely pink areolae with prominent nipples. Every movement she made
caused her breasts to jostle and bobble in the most inviting way.
Despite the pendulous nature of her breasts she was not in the least bit
fat. Her stomach was firm and there were no rolls of flab overrunning
the belt which was cinched at her waist.
"I've got plenty to do" she said breaking the silence as Ann
returned to her desk and continued to unpack her belongings and
arrange things in order.
But for the fact that Ann's bare breasts were conspicuously in
motion as she set about her tasks, there would have been nothing
unusual about this scene. It would have looked to anyone else as if it
were an ordinary office in operation.
But of course this was not the usual arrangement. At that
moment I was continuing in my state of puzzlement as to what I was in
for. I looked at my watch. It was 9:30 a.m. Ann had been with me for
half an hour. It seemed much longer.
I spent the next few hours at my desk. My office door was open
and as you might expect my attention was pretty riveted to Ann's
activities. Just as I was starting to make a phone call, I would see Ann
bend over to accomplish something and I would be treated to the view
of her magnificent breasts swaying like churchbells. I was not getting
much work done.
Shortly after noon another of my appetites intruded. I was
hungry. I invited Ann to lunch explaining that we might take the time to
talk about what I wanted her to accomplish in the few days. The bizarre
nature of our situation was driven home as I watched Ann pull on her
sweater as a prelude to leaving the office.
Lunchtime Arrangements
I asked Ann whether she preferred a nearby seafood restaurant or
a less than pretentious french restaurant that I had frequented. She
said I should make the choice and thinking that I was in the mood for
an omelet I steered us towards the french bistro.
The maitre'd recognized me as we walked in and gave me a warm
greeting and promptly ushered us to a banquette where we were seated
side by side. I am sure that he assumed our lunch was a social, not a
business, meeting.
I asked Ann if she would join me in a drink. She said sure and
after checking, I ordered kirs for both of us. As I started to enjoy the
wine cassis combination I became very aware of Ann's presence next
to me. I noticed her fragrance. In close proximity there was an
unmistakable and memorable scent of her perfume. I was also
conscious of the pressure of the side of her right breast resting and
pressing against my left arm. As intimate as our earlier dealings had
been, this was the first physical contact between us and it did not pass
unnoticed by me.
I realized that there was very little I knew about Ann. The profile I
had received from the personnel agency was less informative then
others had been. I remembered that she had gone to college at the
University of North Carolina and I seemed to recall that she lived in
Manhattan as well. I knew about her previous two jobs, but not much
else. So I asked Ann to tell me a little about her background. The
question was too vague for Ann.
"What do you want to know, Bob?" Ann asked.
I was a little taken aback that Ann parried my question with a
question of her own. I explained:
"Ann, I realized that in some ways when I told you about the job
and the reason that I was starting my business I was telling you my life
story and since you are going to be managing a lot of my business, I
really don't anticipate that I will have many secrets from you and I just
thought that I really don't know all that much about you."
"Now Bob, you really have gotten to know things about me much
better than you had any reason to expect" Ann replied with a distinct
grin.
As the truth of that statement registered, I realized that Ann was
not leaving the matter rest there with that clever riposte. "It's certainly
fair for you to know about me, Bob, so see if this helps to fill in some of
the details."
Ann then went on. "I was born and raised here in New York.
When I got out of college at Chapel Hill I enrolled in Katherine Gibbs'
program and started out as a secretary in an ad agency."
"Pretty quickly I realized that I wasn't going to be content with a 9
to 5 existence typing away and waiting to meet Mr. Right. So I have
changed jobs as I have looked for employers who would give me more
latitude to use my brains and when I interviewed with you I thought that
we could be very helpful for each other. You seem to have no artificial
limits on where I can go and I think you will be giving me a chance to
give you more than you expect."
I wasn't sure what all that meant and so I am sure that I had a
pretty blank expression. But Ann continued:
"I live by myself here on the East Side. I'm not married although I
was engaged once but thank God I realized what a disaster it would
have been if we got married."
For all of that I didn't think I better understood Ann and her
unique approach to her job and her relationship with her employer.
The omelet I had ordered arrived as did Ann's broiled sole. I
thought it was time to direct the conversation to the work tasks at
hand. I told Ann that I wanted us to hire a receptionist who would also
answer the phones. I suggested that Ann take care of the interviewing
and screening for that position. I said that I would be looking to hire an
analyst who would help do some of the leg work in investigating and
following the investments that I would be making. I did not expect this
to be the subject of much discussion but Ann had a point of view.
Ann was quite happy to deal with the receptionist position but to
my surprise she also strongly insisted should screen the financial
analyst.
"We're all going to have to get along here and I really think that I
can make sure that everyone who works for you will be the type of team
player and have the type of cooperative attitude that you want and
need."
That was a little oddly put and I was surprised about how
emphatic Ann was, and although I was skeptical that Ann would know
what to look for in a financial analyst ( I wasn't totally sure myself) I
wasn't all that anxious to do much screening for that position and it
seemed expedient to acquiesce to Ann's views.
We talked a little about the need to be looking for permanent
office space and Ann made the important suggestion of having the
architect I anticipated using to design my office brought on board to
check out the space we would be considering.
I paid the bill for our lunch and we walked back to the office
exchanging thoughts about what area of the city to locate in and the
pluses and minuses of different phone systems. We arrived back in the
office and as nonchalant as could be, Ann flipped the latch on the door
behind her and without comment or evident self consciousness
casually removed her sweater baring her marvelous breasts once
again. Without any comment in my direction, Ann went to her desk and
phoned the agency which had referred her to me and advised of the
receptionist opening she would be looking to fill.
That afternoon I had a visit to my dentist scheduled and I left the
office at about 3 p.m. As I walked out and bade Ann goodbye, I told her
I would see her Tuesday and asked her to lock up. She waived
goodbye and as I left she was at her desk, cradling the phone to her ear
looking for all the world like the efficient assistant I had hoped for;
except of course for the fact that she was nipples bare.
Tuesday
I beat Ann to the office on Tuesday by about five minutes. Ann
showed up at work in a cream colored blouse over a red skirt. She told
me that she expected to spend the day interviewing prospective
receptionists and that she had invited an office space broker to visit
her at 2:30 p.m. and that she thought it would be useful if I sat in on
that meeting. That was fine with me. I retreated to my office expecting
that I would spend the day watching Ann at work. Ann busied herself at
her desk and to my chagrin she remained fully clothed. I realized why
pretty quickly when the door to the suite opened and the first of the
candidate receptionists arrived.
For probably the umpteenth time in the past day or so I tried to
take stock of what was going on. I had set out to start my business
and somehow got hooked up with this person who I was wildly
overpaying to handle day to day administrative matters. Ann seemed
perfectly competent in that respect but she had the out of left field and
remarkable penchant for mesmerizing me through the brazen display of
her breasts. Where were we going and why wasn't I talking to her in
explicit terms about what was going on? Obviously Ann had struck a
responsive chord tapping into a voyeuristic streak I had. For the
moment I continued to think that I would play along to see where things
were headed.
That day Ann interviewed about four or so candidates for the
receptionist's job. When I asked her how things were going she said
that she hadn't yet met anyone who seemed quite right for the job, but
if she did she would bring the person in to meet with me too. We also
met with the real estate broker and described the space we were
looking for. We thought that about 4,000 square feet would do and
described the layout we had in mind. Ann was quite emphatic that we
were looking for space that we would could remodel to suit our needs
and that we needed to have the flexibility to do tear down and rebuild
walls to get things in order. We had not discussed this and I assumed
that Ann had something particular in mind. I did not press her on the
point however.
Ann left at about 5:30. I thought we had a relatively "normal" day
and that did not bother me.
At the time I was living in a two bedroom apartment in a highrise
on Central Park South. I had sweeping views of the park to the North.
Initially my habit was to have dinner out with friends, catch a movie or
a ball game or go to a club or a bar and wind up home (generally alone
but sometimes not) at about midnight or 1:00 a.m. I had arranged
through the superintendent of the building for someone to come in
three days a week to keep the apartment clean and to tend to details
like dropping off and picking up my laundry.
I had started to give thought to buying a new apartment and to
changing my domestic arrangements. I wanted an apartment with
more space and I fancied the elegant pre-war apartments along
Manhattan's Park and Fifth Avenues. I also thought that I would like a
live-in house staff who would keep my residence in order and who
would prepare meals so that I could eat and entertain more readily at
home. I decided that I would give that project to Ann to supervise.
Wednesday
I arrived at my office shortly after nine on Wednesday--Ann's third
day on the job. Ann was at her desk opening the morning mail. I
looked to see how she was attired. She was wearing a navy print dress
which, unlike previous day's attire, was not particularly clingy or
formfitting. She greeted me pleasantly. I asked her into my office as I
wanted to describe the apartment/staffing project I wanted her to
undertake.
Ann was delighted with the assignment. She said that she was
glad I was trusting her to give her another part of my life to run. She
promised that she would make this another priority effort. I told Ann
that I had a meeting that morning concerning a commercial real estate
venture I was contemplating, that I would be out of the office from
about 10:00 a.m. and that I would be back at 2:00 that afternoon. Ann
told me that she had other receptionists scheduled to come in and that
if anyone were promising she would have them back to see me.
I spent that morning with a potential investing partner looking
over a series of storefront properties in Yonkers which were for sale.
We talked to the storekeepers who were in the buildings to gauge their
sense of the neighborhood, its prospects and the physical conditions
of their stores. On our way back to the city, we stopped at an Italian
restaurant on Arthur Avenue in the Bronx for an enjoyable lunch. Our
conversation ranged over such subjects as politics, the financial straits
in which New York found itself and the investing climate generally.
Over lunch Richard told me that he too had practiced law but that he
had started investing in deals with some of his clients and that he
found that acting as a principal was much more satisfying than as an
advisor. I had known Richard only casually before this day (we had
both been partners along with five others in owning and leasing some
property in Brooklyn) and we seemed to be hitting it off well.
As we got up from lunch Richard asked if I would want to bring
my wife and join him and his wife as their guests the next evening at
the Opera. I told Richard I wasn't married but that I'd be delighted to
join him that I would bring a date and that I would insist that dinner
afterwards be on me. Richard said that he was sure that would be fine
and that he looked forward to introducing me to his wife Ellen.
It was about 3:30 in the afternoon when I got back to the office.
Ann was at her desk and I noticed that a young woman was seated in
the reception area. Ann introduced me to Allie and told me that Allie
had met with Ann in the morning and that Ann thought I might want to
meet with her and consider her for the receptionist position. Ann
indicated that she wanted to speak to me in my office first.
"How long has she been waiting for me?" I asked Ann as we
entered my office.
"She's been here since 2:00 because that's when I thought you
were due back."
"Oh that's terrible" I said. "I feel badly that she's just had to sit
around here and wait."
Ann would have nothing of it. "Bob, forget about it. We are here
to accommodate you. You don't have to hurry on our account and if
you keep us waiting, that's up to you."
"Anyhow" Ann added "We've had a chance to talk more and I
really think we have a winner here. I am anxious for you to meet her.
But there is one thing."
"What's that?"
"I told her the position paid $45,000 a year plus we will lend her
$10,000 so she can rent and furnish an apartment here and buy other
necessities."
"That's way more than double the going rate in salary alone."
"Just meet her. If you don't want to hire her, then all that's
happened is that you've taken twenty minutes out of the day. Should I
bring her in?"
"O.K."
Ann left to get Allie and moments later returned. I introduced
myself to Allie, shook her hand and gestured that she should sit in one
of the chairs across from my desk. Ann set down on the couch in the
corner of my office. I asked Allie if Ann had explained the nature of my
business, the fact we were planning on moving and hiring more staff.
Allie said that Ann had told her about the job and its requirements.
Ann interrupted and suggested that Allie tell me about herself.
As Allie started to comply, I looked at her more closely. Allie, it
was plain to see, was beautiful. She had jet black and thick hair which
she parted in the middle and which fell behind her shoulders. A few
wisps played across her face. Allie seemed about 21 or 22 and was
about 5'3" tall. She was trim, but not too thin. Allie's voice had the
vague hint of an accent which I could not place. Allie was telling me
that she had moved to New York from Houston where her family was
now living; that she had hoped to enroll in Eastern's flight attendant
school but that there was then a hiring freeze and that she had almost
accepted an offer to be a sales trainee at Saks when one of the other
people Ann had interviewed the day before told Allie about the
opportunity here. Allie's friend was not interested in the job you see
because she was married (that did not make immediate sense to me)
but Allie continued to explain that she very much was interested in the
job.
When Allie finished speaking, she looked over at Ann as if to
silently make inquiry. I was puzzled.
Ann spoke and all she said was "Go ahead Allie."
With that statement and clearly following some prior instructions
to which I was not privy, Allie stood and then stepped to the side of the
chair on which she had been sitting. I noticed that she first unfastened
the buttons at the ends of the sleeves on her blouse and then after
pulling the hem of her blouse out from the waist of her skirt, starting
from the bottom she carefully and slowly unbuttoned her blouse
although once open she left it on. Reaching toward her hip, Allie
unfastened the clasp to her skirt and, after stepping out of it, she
folded it neatly over the back of the chair. Still with her open blouse I
could see that Allie was wearing a white bra of a fabric with a sheen to
it. Allie also had gunmetal grey stockings on supported by a garter
belt of the same color and matching bikini panties. Allie then removed
her blouse and I was taken in by the classical perfection of her figure.
The garter belt only served to emphasize the narrowness of her waist.
Her thighs above her stockings were ivory colored and looked
incitingly smooth. Allie reached behind her back and released the
clasp to her brassiere which she shrugged off and placed on the chair
with her skirt and blouse. Allie's breasts were high and firm and
topped by lovely little brown nipples no bigger than quarters.
I was transfixed by Allie's display and thought that I was tumbling
to Ann's modus operandi. But I was not prepared for what happened
next. Allie walked over to where Ann was sitting and took her by the
hands and motioned for Ann to stand. Ann rose. Allie then, as slowly
and as carefully as she had to herself, unbuttoned Ann's dress
unfastened the belt and the clasp at the waist, and helped Ann step out
of her dress. Barely pausing and facing Ann, Allie reached behind Ann
and released the hooks which were closing Ann's bra and then eased it
off her shoulders. Then, standing face to face, Allie gently pulled Ann
to her and as they each had their hands resting lightly on the others
shoulders with their breasts pressed lightly against each other's, Allie
gave Ann a gentle, tongue twirling kiss. After holding each other like
this for what must have been only 5 or 10 seconds, Allie stepped away
from Ann but holding hands, side to side, turned to face me. I then saw
a new aspect of Ann. Without her dress and bra, Ann only was wearing
her shoes, beige stockings and a white garter belt. Ann wore no
panties and as I looked at her I saw for the first time that Ann was
shaved quite smooth.
Allie, who by contrast still wore her panties, left Ann standing and
facing me and walked over to me where I was sitting behind my desk,
my jaw slackened, eyes wide opened and obviously affected by what I
had just seen. Allie took my hands and as she had with Ann, drew me
to my feet. Holding my hands now at her sides she pressed against
me, as I felt the top of her thigh insinuate itself between my legs and
confront the evidence of the powerful effect her actions had generated,
she turned her face up to mine, parted her lips slightly in plain
invitation for me to kiss her. Our kiss was a mirror of that which she
had just shared with Ann, who stood a few feet away watching us
closely.
Our lips parted, Allie released my hands and she took a few steps
back so that she was now equidistant from Ann and myself. Allie then
dropped to her knees and with her gaze focussed alternatively at Ann
and myself spoke:
"I could think of nothing I would like better than to have the
opportunity to work here and please both of you."
Ann looked at me and I nodded. Ann then told Allie:
"Be here at 9:00 a.m. Monday morning and we'll get you started."
Allie smiled, shyly it seemed. She then gathered her clothing,
dressed quickly, and saying "thank you, I'll see you Monday" she left.
I sat back behind my desk and Ann said she'd be right back. She
left my office proceeded to the office door and flipped the latch so that
a visitor couldn't simply barge in. Ann returned to my office and sat
down where Allie had been a few moments before. Facing me, Ann
made no effort to cover herself in any way. Her legs were parted
slightly so that her bare sex was visible, though not gynecologically
spread. "What did you think of Allie?" Ann asked with a grin.
"How did you find her?" I said by way of non-response.
"One of the girls who was in yesterday after hearing about what
the job entailed said that she had a friend who might be interested."
"Just what are you telling people about 'what the job entails' ?" I
asked as I was concerned that Ann might be saying things about me
that I would not welcome in the public.
"Don't worry, Bob." Ann said. "All I told the people during the
interview is that from time to time your work requires staying in the
office late to meet deadlines and sometimes trips out of town to make
deliveries of important papers and that if they had jealous boyfriends
or husbands who would be uncomfortable about their wives or
whomever working late hours with you, they might prefer a different
job."
Ann continued: "Then depending on their reactions I tell them
why I am happy to work with you."
"What do you say about that?" I asked with no little curiosity as I
posed this question to this incredibly pretty woman sitting, but for her
stockings and garter belt absolutely naked across my desk.
Ann shifted in her seat and crossed her legs. "I say that you are
very generous and that you appreciate women."
I wasn't troubled by anything Ann had said. In fact I admired her
tact. "How did that lead to Allie's -uh uh -" I was having a little trouble
finding the words to describe just what it is that Allie had done to get
the job. Ann knew where I was headed.
"When I was interviewing Allie I had an instinctive reaction that
she would work out well here. I told her what I thought the base pay
could be if you were anxious to have her work here which was more
than double what she had asked for and when she told me that she was
new in New York and having difficulty making ends meet, I added the
$10,000 loan just to give her a sense of the real possibilities. And as I
was explaining this to her I put my hand on her knee, all as a way of
seeing how she would react. When she seemed not uncomfortable
with this contact I told her that it would be up to her to convince you
that she should be hired and then I added that when you and I are alone
in the office I sometimes go without my top."
Ann chuckled to herself. I gave her an arched look as if to ask
what was so funny? Ann motioned at herself and then said: "I guess
topless doesn't describe it all."
It was getting towards five o'clock and I thought I ought to call
Saundra (the girl I was then dating) to make sure that she could join
Richard, his wife Ellen and I the next day for dinner and the Opera.
Recognizing that I had things to do, Ann picked up her things and
returned to her desk. Closing the door to my office I picked up the
phone to call Saundra. She was at work. Saundra was an account
executive at a public relations firm that was attached to an advertising
agency in New York. We had met at a dinner party a five or so months
earlier and lately had been seeing each other several times a week.
"I thought you had fallen off the face of the earth" was the
friendly but pointed reproach that reminded me I had not yet called her
this week.
"Everything O.K. with you?" was the best non-reply I could
muster.
"Sure, I am absolutely buried in this dog-and-pony show we are
putting together to try and get this new account" , Saundra said. We
chatted about nothing in particular for a few moments when Saundra
asked: "When are you going to show me your new office?"
Click. Not quite alarm bells, but some sort of warning registered
in my consciousness. "I really want you to see it when it's all set up" I
demurred.
"Well how are things coming along?"
"O.K., but slowly" I said, suddenly being a little non-
communicative.
"When will I see you?" Saundra asked.
"Let's try and do something Saturday," I said. "We can take a
drive in the country and find some place to go for dinner. I'll call Friday
with the details."
"Fine. Call me soon" she replied.
"Bye" and then I hung up.
For reasons that were not clear to me then I had chosen not to
invite Saundra to dinner and the Opera with Richard and Ellen and I
sensed that there were going to be some not so simple consequences
to my new work environment and its impact on the rest of my life.
I opened the door to my office just as Ann was in the process of
putting her dress back on. She looked at me and smiled. I saw that
she had left her bra off and it had been placed on top of her handbag.
She stopped what she was doing and faced me with her dress on but
unbuttoned above the waist.
I realized then what I wanted to do. "Ann, one of my partners in
one of my deals has invited me to the Opera tomorrow night. He's
going to bring his wife and I was wondering if you were free to join us."
As I spoke I felt my heart racing and I hoped that my voice hadn't betrayed my
nervousness. I was
concerned that I was bumping against a boundary. I needn't have
been.
"Bob, that would be great." Ann spoke with evident enthusiasm.
"I love the opera, which one is it?" "Il Trovatore," I answered.
"Oh that's great, I love Verdi." Ann continued "And by the way, I
am available to you whenever you need me. A little advance notice for
after-hours would be helpful, but that's my problem, you just tell me
when you need me and you can count on me."
"Terrific" I said now a bit more confused than ever.
"How would you like me to dress tomorrow night?" Ann then
asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Tell you what, what time are we supposed to meet them?"
"Ten 'til eight right outside the opera house at Lincoln Center.
We're going to have dinner afterwards."
"Why don't you come by my apartment about 6:30 or so and you
can decide what I should wear, you can have a glass of wine and then
we will go."
"Fine, glad you can come."
Ann asked if I had anything else for her to do because if not she
was ready to leave. I said no, I'll see her tomorrow.
Ann gave me a blazing smile, gathered up her things and headed
for the door. "Ann" I called out.
"Yes."
"Better button your dress."
Ann looked down and realized her dress was still open to the
waist. "Thanks" she said as she closed things up. It seemed to me
that she had blushed. Slightly.
Thursday
I arrived at the office early on Thursday as I hoped to review my
petroleum industry portfolio in light of some reports I had been reading
about secondary recovery techniques which I thought might unlock
some value in a number of companies whose reserves to some extent
had been thought not be commercially exploitable. I brought with me a
change of clothes as I planned on shaving and changing my shirt
before the opera that evening.
Ann was a few minutes early as well. I conducted my none too
surreptitious survey of her attire as she settled in. Today Ann was
wearing a charcoal gray pants suit. Under her jacket, which she
removed and hung up, was a thin shell, it was abundantly clear she
was not wearing a bra either.
After morning pleasantries, I settled in with the stack of research
reports I had ordered. Ann asked if I'd like a cup of coffee and when
she handed it to me I sensed the distinct coffee aroma intermingling
with her fragrance.
"Bob." I heard Ann say. "Would it be all right if I asked my
hairdresser to stop by later this afternoon and comb me out? I could
have him come by my apartment later this afternoon, but I don't want
things to be too rushed."
"Sure," I answered. That did not seem to be a momentous
decision.
As I dug in to the research reports before me, I got immersed in
geological reports, the classifications of different types of oil reserves,
and the accounting implications of each. Ann brought me lunch at my
desk and funnelled the calls from the brokers I needed to speak with.
She also told me that she had been in touch with the placement offices
at three of the city's business schools asking them to post notice of
the analyst's position that was available and she alerted me to the fact
that an ad was to appear in the Sunday Times as well.
I was immersed on my research and before I knew what was what,
it was after three and Ann was standing in the doorway to my office.
"I need to wash my hair before Patrick gets here."
"Patrick?"
"My hairdresser, you remember."
"Sure."
"Do you mind if I use the sink in the bathroom off your office?"
"Go ahead." There was a small bathroom in what must have
previously been a large closet which opened just off my office.
Ann crossed in front of me and entered the bathroom. She didn't
close the door and because there was a full length mirror against the
inside part of the bathroom door, from the angle where I was sitting the
entire bathroom was open to me.
Ann had brought a bag with her into the bathroom. I saw her take
out two bottles, shampoo and conditioner obviously. Ann ran water
filling the sink and then wrapped a towel around her hips to protect her
slacks and removed her blouse. I watched as Ann washed, rinsed and
washed her hair again. The energy she was using to vigorously lather
her hair animated those marvelous breasts. Once again I was struck by
the total incongruity of it all. On the one hand here was this most
casual and intimate of scenes--watching the lady at the bath as it were.
On the other hand, despite the apparent intimacy our relationship was
not mutual and Ann was as much a stranger then as she was on her
first day.
Ann emerged from the bathroom with her hair wrapped turban-
style in a towel just as Patrick entered the reception area. Ann wrapped
another towel around her top and showed Patrick where he could set
up his array of combs, brushes and dryer. Ann introduced me to
Patrick referring to me as her boss and settled in to a swivel chair not
next to a window. I returned to my office to continue my work. The
"whoosh" of the hair dryer in the background continued on and off for
the next twenty minutes or so.
At 5:00 Ann appeared at the door to my office. She was dressed
and told me she would be leaving then if I did not have anything for her
to do, that she had one stop she needed to make, and that she hoped I
would be at her apartment at 6:30. I told her that I would be on time.
She left me her address which I recognized as a tony condominium on
the east side.
I finished as much paperwork as I could over the next hour and
around six I washed up, changed my shirt and tie, ran a comb through
my hair and then caught a cab to Ann's apartment.
I arrived a few minutes after 6:30. I gave my name to the
doorman and asked for Ms. Bennett's apartment. I was directed to the
left wing elevators and was told to go to Apartment 20K.
Ann greeted me at the door. She was wearing a blue robe and
had refreshed her makeup. There was a small entrance gallery to Ann's
apartment which opened to an airy living room with dramatic views on
two sides. To the east was the river and I followed its course from the
Queensboro Bridge north to Hellgate. To the south, sliding doors
opened on to a terrace beyond which I could see many of the city's
skyscrapers suffused in the orange glow of a setting sun. Ann had
fresh flowers arranged on two tables which were placed at both ends of
a leather-covered sofa. Ann gave me a quick tour of her apartment
showing me a walk-in kitchen which opened on a small dining area.
There was a mahogany table with four chairs.
Ann handed me a glass of white wine with a swirl of a red
substance not quite mixed in. I recognized the kir and complimented
Ann for remembering what I had ordered at our lunch. Ann beckoned
me to follow her and she led me into her bedroom.
"Make yourself comfortable" she said motioning for me to sit on a
stuffed armchair. "Is there any special way you'd like me to dress
tonight?" Ann inquired repeating the question to which I hadn't an
answer earlier.
"Not really. What do you mean?"
"Well, do you want to show me off, do you want me to be very
prim and proper, something in between?"
Sensing that I didn't have an answer, Ann said she'd try on a few
outfits and that she'd wear whichever I wanted. Ann opened a door to a
walk-in closet in which I could see a chest of drawers and a whole
series of built in shelves with various garments neatly folded. She
reached into an area where there were double hung bars filled with
clothing on hangers and removed a dark violet dress. A gray suit
followed as did a pair of black velvet trousers.
Ann let her robe slip off her shoulders. She was wearing a bra
and pantyhose, sheer to the waist--and no panties. She pulled the
violet dress over her head, stepped into a pair of heels and facing a
mirror smoothed the way the dress lay. Turning to face me, Ann said
that she thought this would be a conservative choice. She was
stunning. She looked elegant and refined. I told her that she looked
wonderful and that I'd be very happy if she went like that.
"If that's what you want, this is what I'll wear but let me show you
your options."
Ann removed the dress carefully placing it on the bed and she
took her bra off as well. As she stepped out of her heels I saw her
notice that the glass I was holding was empty. "I'll get you a refill."
Ann took the glass from me and went to the kitchen. I looked around
her bedroom. There was a TV opposite her bed, a small chest with
colored glass objects arrayed on it. The walls were covered with a
green and yellow quilted fabric with a subtle floral pattern. Ann was
back. She handed my drink and sat on the arm of the chair in which I
was sitting. I was conscious of her proximity. The fragrance she was
wearing was headier, more intense than what she had been wearing to
the office. And her bare breasts were inches from my right hand. I
noticed the silky, fine down which graced her arms. But I was frozen. I
couldn't bring myself to do what in any other circumstance I am sure I
would have: reach for Ann and draw her to me.
After a paralyzing moment, Ann stood and walked to her closet
and pulled on a white sweater. She then wiggled into the velvet
trousers. "If you wanted to show me off, I could wear this." The black
pants functioned as a second skin. The sweater was a special item. It
had a series of panels of a light material joined it seemed by a band of
sheer stitching. Through these bands you could see her skin and the
way her full breasts rested on her chest. "That is a bit much I think."
"O.K., maybe this is a good compromise." Ann stepped out of the
pants took off her sweater and put on the gray suit. "I can wear the
jacket over nothing, over a blouse or over a slip--and I can go with or
without a bra. What do you think?"
The suit gave Ann a more formal look. And I realized the
possibilities inherent in the jacket which could be buttoned or not as
Ann chose.
"I really liked the first dress, Ann."
"Somehow I thought you'd say that" Ann answered. "What time is
it?"
"7:15--we really should be leaving soon."
Ann hung up her suit, put the trousers away, and quickly donned
her bra and the violet dress. As stunning as she was, I knew I made the
right choice. "Ready?" "Let's go."
Ann locked up and we stepped into the elevator. "Well what am
I?" she asked.
"What?"
"Am I your lover, just a date, a friend? -- who did you say I was to
your partner?"
I admired Ann's anticipation of that issue. What had I said? "I
said I'd bring a date. Look, Richard may well run into you in the office.
Why don't we stick to the truth. You're my office manager and I asked
you out."
"Goodnight Miss Bennett" Ann's doorman said as we walked by.
We got into a cab and headed over to Lincoln Center.
There was the usual cross-town jam getting through Central Park
and the mile or so ride took about twenty minutes. As we walked
across the plaza at Lincoln Center I easily spotted Richard from a
distance standing near the entrance doors to the opera house. We
exchanged quick introductions and hurried to our seats in the
Orchestra. Richard told us that these were the seats that went with his
subscription and we settled into them moments before the chandeliers
were retracted towards the ceiling and the house lights dimmed. Ann
was seated to my left, Richard's wife Ellen to my right and Richard next
to Ellen.
Ellen was quite striking in appearance. She had a very deep tan
which set off and emphasized brilliant white teeth which showed as
she gave us an easy smile. Ellen's hair was thick, black, shiny and
long. She was wearing a black dress with a bolero style jacket edged
with a red trim. We had time only for a few pleasantries before the
conductor raised his baton and the performance began.
We stayed at our seats during the first intermission and talked
about the performance and exchanging comments about, the music,
and our favorite operas. The banter was easy and Ann seemed to hit it
off well with both Richard and Ellen. The second act was well staged,
but when the curtain fell we were all anxious to stretch our legs. Ann
and Ellen engaged in the female twinning ritual of escorting each other
to the ladies room. Richard then excused himself to stand on line at
the bar, promising to return with champagne for all of us. I was on the
lookout for the ladies. As I was standing by myself I felt a tap on my
shoulder. It was Saundra. Saundra introduced me to her cousin,
Cynthia. Cynthia was visiting, New York and was excited about the
glitter of the evening. As I was telling Saundra that I was at the opera
that evening with business investors, I noticed that Ann and Ellen were
on their way over, but Ann, for some reason, directed Ellen away from
where I was standing. Just at that moment the house lights dimmed
and Saundra and Cynthia made their way to the second dress circle
where they were seated. They were busy in conversation as they
walked past Ann and Ellen. After they passed, I walked over to Ann and
Ellen and we headed to where Richard was waiting for us.
When the opera ended I was anxious that we get to the restaurant
quickly; actually I was hoping not to bump into Saundra. Our
reservations were at Augustine's back on the East Side. We piled into a
taxi and headed back through the park to the restaurant.
Dinner was a high energy event, despite the lateness of the hour.
For some reason, everybody was in good spirits and the two bottles of
wine we enjoyed with our meal contributed to the feelings of well being.
Richard and Ellen lived only a few blocks from the restaurant and Ann
and I walked with them back to their apartment. We were invited up for
a nightcap, but we decided to call it a night. It was only after we bade
our guests goodnight that I began to wonder how my evening with Ann
would end. I was not kept in suspense long. In the taxi over to Ann's,
Ann told me that I did not have to see her upstairs, that her doorman
would see that she was safe inside. I protested that it was no problem,
but Ann was insistent that, since it was late, I should get home as
quickly as possible. We pulled up in front of Ann's apartment and the
doorman opened the door for her. As she was getting out of the car,
Ann turned back and asked "who were those girls you were talking
to?" I felt a bit peeved by Ann's brusque goodnight and I did not
answer.
Friday
The enigma of my now week old relationship with Ann was a bit
frustrating and was a matter of preoccupation for me as I walked to
work on Friday. Ann arrived at the lobby of our office building just as I
was and we rode up the elevator together.
After the other passengers got off on a lower floor. Ann looked at
me and said "I'm sorry Bob, I handled that badly."I didn't say anything.
We walked in silence to my office. As soon as we were in Ann
repeated her apology. "Bob, I shouldn't have let such a lovely evening
end like that, but I was a bit upset about what I heard."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know those girls I asked you about. After they were talking
to you they passed by me and I heard the older one say that she was
going away this weekend with you."
I was a little obtuse: "So?"
"You're right that shouldn't have mattered."
Ann's comment reminded me that I needed to make reservations
for the country excursion I had promised Saundra. I spent the next half
hour on the phone calling friends for recommendations and then
making reservations at a bed and breakfast inn in Litchfield County,
Connecticut. Just as things seemed all set, Ann came in to say that a
Miss Davis was on the line. I thanked Ann, waited for her to leave and
then picked up the phone.
"Saundra"
"Hi. I was glad to bump into you last night . . ."
"Me too. I have the scoop on the weekend."
"That's why I'm calling. I have to work on that presentation I was
telling you about this weekend."
"What's going on?"
"My boss wants to have an all-hands brainstorming session on
Saturday and then the whole group is supposed to go to dinner and
then meet again on Sunday to finish things up."
"Oh."
"Yeah, it was just decided and there's no way I can beg off."
"Well that's too bad."
"I'll call you on Monday. Oh Bob, I'm so disappointed."
"Me too. There will be other times. Take care.
"Bye."
"Bye."
I was disappointed.
I didn't feel like working too much and I decided to take a walk. I
had no particular destination in mind.
"Where are you going?" Ann asked as I walked past her on my
way out.
"I am taking a walk. I'll be back." I snapped.
I walked out of the building and headed over toward Fifth Avenue
and found myself at Bergdorf's. I thumbed my way through some sale
ties and wound up buying a shirt. I saw that it was a few minutes
before twelve and I headed back to my office. Ann said that there was
only one message. The inn in Litchfield had called to find out if I
wanted a reservation for Sunday brunch which, Ann said, they said,
sells out.
I told Ann to call them back and cancel the reservation. She
looked puzzled. I explained that Saundra--"that's the girl you saw me
with"--had called earlier to advise that she had to work this weekend.
"Oh I'm sorry" Ann said. Then she brightened. "I'll take care of it--I'll
take care of everything."
I returned to my office, leaving the door opened and watched Ann
at her desk. Ann knew that I was watching her. Today Ann had come
to work wearing a tight navy skirt hemmed above her knee. She was
wearing a cream colored blouse buttoned to the neck. As Ann was on
the phone, I saw that she was absently tweaking the nipple on her right
breast with her left hand. As her nipple stiffened, I experienced a
sympathetic reaction.
After making a series of calls, Ann came in to my office about a
half hour later and sat in the couch along the far wall. Her skirt and
decorum were no match for the deep couch. She first sat with her legs
crossed and her skirt rode well up her thighs. As we talked, she
uncrossed her legs and her bare sex was plainly visible.
We disposed of some business. Ann told me that she was set to
interview a cook for me and that she thought that a
housekeeper/laundress would be what I needed to round out my
domestic staff.
"Bob," Ann continued. "I know that you are disappointed about
your change of plans for tomorrow. Why don't you come over to my
place in the afternoon. We can have lunch and play it by ear after that."
It was happening again. There Ann was, seated on the couch
across from me in the most extreme position. Her full breasts were
clearly outlined against the thin fabric of her blouse and her legs were
set apart giving the most tantalizing view. I was of two minds. On the
one hand I remained unclear where this was all leading and was
frustrated that the rules or even the conventions of our relationship
remained, at best, opaque. On the other hand, Ann was sufficiently
engrossing that I did not view myself as having any real choice.
"I don't know Ann," I heard myself say. "Maybe I'll just come in to
the office or find something else to do."
"Well do as you want, but I do think I have to make it up to you
and if you like paella at least I know you'll enjoy lunch."
"All right, what time should I be there?"
"Figure 1:30."
The rest of Friday was rather straightforward. I left the office
around 6:00, went home, read some mail and magazines that had been
piling up, ordered a pizza and sat down in front of the TV to watch the
Mets games and drink a few Heinekins.
Saturday
Saturday was a boldly glorious day, weather-wise. The sky was a
flawless blue, the temperature started out in the high 60's but by
midday it was about 10 degrees higher. There was a gentle breeze and
no detectible humidity. I sensed all this as I walked over to Ann's. I
figured that of all days, this was not one to spend indoors, and I
thought I'd find some outdoor activity for Ann and I to pursue.
Ann greeted me at her door with a light kiss on the cheek. She
was wearing khaki shorts and a bright yellow pullover blouse. My first
surprise (there were to be several that day) came as I noticed that Ann
had place settings for three laid out on her table. Ann noticed my gaze
and said absently, "I didn't tell you that she'd be here too?"
"Come on Ann, you know you didn't" I said a little put off by this
latest turn.
Just then, as of on cue, Ann's intercom buzzed and Ann, speaking
into the handset, said "send her up, please."
"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked me, evidently
determined not to fill me in on who "she" was.
"Club soda" I answered deciding to play along for the moment.
Ann was in her kitchen when the doorbell rang. "Bob, would you
get that, please" Ann asked.
What the hell I thought and opened the door. "Hi Bob"
was Ellen's greeting. She seemed not the least surprised that I was
there. Ellen was carrying a small soft case in addition to her handbag.
She came in to the apartment and looked around admiring the views
and the furnishings. Ann called out a greeting and asked me to give
her a hand in the kitchen.
Ann hastily explained. "When I saw what a glorious day it was I
knew Ellen would want to come here and use my terrace if she was
otherwise free so I called and invited her--we sort of had made up to
meet for lunch the other night--and I told her you'd be here too."
"What about Richard?" I asked.
"His name never came up."
By then Ellen had joined us in the kitchen. She told Ann how
much she admired her apartment. Ann invited us to sit down and said
lunch would be served shortly.
Ann was 100% correct when she said if I enjoyed paella lunch
would be a success. I do and it was. She had also prepared and
chilled fresh sangria and we all shared a pitcher.
I gathered from the course of our lunch-time discussions that
Ellen had been invited over by Ann for lunch and to get some sun on
Ann's terrace. After the dishes were cleared, Ellen excused herself to
change into a bathing suit. After Ellen went in to Ann's bedroom with
the bag she had brought with her, I told Ann that if I knew that was to
be the afternoon's activities I would have brought along a pair of shorts
too.
"Don't be silly. We have privacy, you can sit in your underwear or
less for that matter."
We went out on Ann's terrace. The sun was strong and there were
three chaises lounges arranged side bby side. Ellen came out in a two
piece bikini and lay down on the right side. I took off my shirt, left my
slacks on and sat on the left. Ann excused herself for a moment and
returned having changed. She brought with her a portable spritzer and
some sun tanning oil. Ann's suit was something else. Two straps were
fastened behind her neck and broadened out only slightly as they
carried forward over her breasts and then met at her lower belly where
they formed a minimal patch that covered her sex. I admired the
architect who designed that bit of coverage. Ann flipped a switch that
piped some music out to the terrace and lay on her back in the middle
between Ellen and me.
It didn't take long for me to realize that my slacks had to go.
Reading my mind, Ann said that I should take a bath towel if I wanted
and improvise something. Following that suggestion, I went to the
bathroom removed my slacks and the boxer shorts I was wearing and
wrapped a towel around my waist and rejoined Ann and Ellen.
Ann had unfastened the straps from around her neck and was
reclining topless with her large breasts splayed from side to side. For
her part, Ellen had flipped over to her stomach and unclasped the back
of her bikini top. Ellen, I am sure nurtured her deep tan with many
hours in the sun. Ann on the other hand was much fairer. After about
twenty minutes or so, the combined effect of the Sangria and lunch
started to have their effect and I thought I'd take a nap. Ellen evidently
had long since entered the realm of the sandman and seemed to be
breathing deeply and regularly. I looked over at Ann to tell her my
intentions and was distracted by the sight of her massaging her suntan
oil across her very ample breasts. Without saying anything I adjusted
the towel and closed my eyes.
I had fallen asleep and thought for an instant I was having the
most delicious dream when I realized what was going on. I opened my
eyes with a start and saw Ann purse her lips in a "Shh!" She had
slipped her hand under my towel and was cradling me with that hand.
She had turned over on to her stomach and raised herself slightly so
that she was supporting her weight on her left arm and her right was
cupping my balls. In this interim Ellen had also turned over and
appeared to be sleeping. Her top was arranged loosely and unfastened
on her chest and had slipped down a bit revealing the upper part of
one of her breasts, exposing most of her left nipple. Ann then turned
about three-quarters in my direction and began to slide her hand up
and down my cock. Her hand seemed to lubricated with what I
assumed to be some of the tanning oil. The accumulated stimulation
of my week with Ann certainly made me a willing participant. Ann
varied the rhythm of her touch and I was well on my way to a vigorous
reaction. I glanced over Ann's shoulder to see that Ellen was now
awake and looking at me with an indulgent grin. I saw that Ellen was
not unaffected by what was going on, and I saw her hand dip inside the
waistband of her bikini bottoms--her bikini top was nowhere to be seen.
Ann's movements were more vigorous and the towel gave up the ghost
and no longer made a pretense of concealing her ministrations. Finally
I shuddered and experienced a powerful orgasm. As my buttocks
clenched I did my old faithful imitation and a small geyser of white
come shot up in the air and fell back (mostly) on my stomach.
I noticed a pearly drop sitting proudly on Ann's right nipple. She
followed my gaze and picked that drop up with her forefinger which she
then put to her lips. I motioned to her to look over in Ellen's direction.
Ellen was in a world of her own with her hand busily clawing away at
her bottom as she tossed her head to and fro. Ann dipped a finger in
some of my come and turned and fed a sleek fingertip to Ellen. Ellen's
reaction encouraged Ann to keep her finger in Ellen's mouth while
Ellen continued to bury her fingers under her bikini bottoms.
At this point Ann grasped the waistband of Ellen's bottom and
eased it over her hips. Ellen's bottom had a glistening mat of the same
type of hair that was on her head. Ellen returned the favor to Ann and
soon enough both girls were nude. Ann pushed Ellen's hand away
from its nest and substituted her own as the source of Ellen's
stimulation. Ellen reached over to Ann, and soon the two of them were
twisting their fingers in each other, with Ellen also tonguing Ann's
nipples, one after the other. In short order, both girls acheived orgasm.
Ann was quick to bring me a washcloth to tidy up. Ellen flushed
when Ann handed her one as well. We all lay there in the sun enjoying
its warmth for an additional hour or so. I made no move to cover up
and Ann and Ellen also soaked in the sun totally nude. I felt
extraordinarily relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of the sun all over
me. I also knew that a boundary had been crossed.
As the sun's shadows lengthened, Ellen broke the silence and
announced that she had to be getting home. She sat up and fastened
her top in place and tugged on her bottoms. I felt her eyes examine
me. "This is between the three of us" she stated and asked. I nodded
in agreement and Ann said to Ellen that as far as Richard is concerned,
she simply spent the afternoon with Ann, that Bob had nothing to do it.
Ellen said goodbye and left.
Ann and I continued to lie next to each other in the setting
sun, both of us naked and not talking. At one point, I turned on my
side and faced Ann. I reached out to her and started, lightly, to explore
her body with my hands. I wanted to start to learn more about her, to
sense the heft of her breasts, to feel the muscles under her belly, to
explore the soft hairlessness of her sex. Ann did not turn me away, but
I didn't sense much responsiveness from her either. Shortly thereafter
Ann announced that she was going in to shower. I asked her if she
wanted to join me that evening for a movie. The mood of the moment
had clearly passed.
That evening we went to the movies and afterwards we went out
for hamburgers. Although we both knew that something significant
had passed between us that day, that our relationship had entered a
new dimension, we really did not talk about what had happened. For
my part, the mystery of Ann had deepened.
A Routine Established - October 1977
In the space of four months time Ann had totally transformed the
routines of my life. For one thing Ann had completed the hiring and
staffing of our office. She had also set me up with a personal staff at
home. We had located new office space which was being renovated to
our specifications and Ann had several real estate brokers calling with
leads on a new apartment. Ann also seemed determined to indulge my
voyeuristic bent and to create a stimulating environment which also
supported my business ventures. Our personal relationship, however,
had not developed. We had no experiences to repeat what occurred
that day in June on Ann's terrace.
In my office I presided over a staff of four. Ann of course was the
second in command. Allie was our receptionist and directed incoming
phone calls. She also handled clerical jobs as assigned by Ann.
Jodi was our bookkeeper/controller. Jodi was responsible for
managing the flow of funds, handling the banking relationships as well
as making sure that stock trades were verified and cleared. Jodi was
about twenty-six with more than shoulder length golden brown hair and
blue-green eyes. She had a great pair of long legs. She was in
excellent shape and had medium size breasts.
Maria was our financial analyst. She was of Spanish extraction
with long black hair. She was fair. Of all my employees she was the
only one who might be said to be a few pounds over her ideal weight.
She had large breasts--easily a D-cup--although not quite as busty as
Ann. She was about 5'4".
All of my staff were easily being paid between double and triple
the going rate as they had all been introduced to the special
requirements of their employment. As the need to deal with third
parties increased, we had established what we called our
Tuesday/Thursday routine.
What was involved? We did our best to schedule our meetings
with third parties and other outside guests for Mondays, Wednesdays
or Fridays. During those days we were probably indistinguishable from
most other operations of comparable size. Tuesdays and Thursdays
were special dress days. This meant that all of my employees were, at
a minimum, topless. Allie kept a sweater hung over the back of her
chair in the reception area so that if someone buzzed the door, she
could quickly cover up and deal with the visitor. The rest of us were in
the back area and were not accessible to guests in the reception area.
We had been following this routine for a number of weeks when,
one Tuesday morning, Ann came in to my office.
"Bob, we need to talk."
"What's up?"
Ann was absolutely naked. She and Jodi tended to wear nothing
on Tuesday's and Thursday's while Maria usually kept some sort of
lower garment on. Allie always did as she had to be available to
answer the door.
"I want to deal with a problem. I don't know if you realize it, but
having everybody walk around without their clothes on Tuesdays and
Thursdays has created an atmosphere where there is a lot of sexual
tension."
"I am not unaffected by that, either" I said.
"Well I think we have to deal with it" said Ann.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"Bob, I want you to trust me on this. We need to let everyone else
come to their own conclusions about what to do."
"And" she added "today is probably a good day for you to join the
crowd insofar as going without clothes is concerned."
On several occasions I had decided to be reassuring to our staff
by not wearing clothes on a given Tuesday or Thursday, but that was
the exception, not the rule. Today I had not thought to take my stuff
off, but sensing that Ann had something in mind, I decided to play
along." I hung my things up in the closet. Ann gave me a smile and
said she wanted to call a staff meeting at 2:00 in my office. I agreed.
I worked at my desk all day and around 1:00 Ann brought in
sandwiches that had been ordered in and intercepted by Allie.
At 2:00 my troupe started to filter in to my office. Maria was the
first to arrive. Today, as was the facon du jour, she was wearing red
shorts and sandals. She also was wearing red lipstick. Her ample
breasts bounced gently as she settled in to one of the chairs in front of
my desk. I came out from behind my desk and settled into one of my
armchairs. This would give everyone the opportunity to be seated
more or less in a circle which I thought would facilitate conversation.
Jodi and Allie walked in together. Allie was wearing a crocheted
skirt that was not tightly knit and through its weave one could see that
her panties were of the same beige color as her skirt. Jodi wore a gold
chain around her middle which rested just above her hips. Other than
her sandals, that was it.
Ann came in a few minutes later and took a seat on the floor just
to my right. She sat cross-legged and started to speak pretty quickly.
"I thought it would be a good idea for us to have a staff meeting
today, and I asked Bob if that were O.K. because I wanted to make sure
that we got an issue out in the open."
Everyone was paying attention.
Ann continued: "Let's be frank about this. We are probably the
only office in New York, maybe the whole country, where we go about
our business undressed."
"I think I told each of you when you came to work here that part of
what we have to do is be here to make Bob happy. Happy with our
work and happy that we are working for him, and part of that is to make
it interesting for him to look at us."
"What I was unsure about is how each of us would react to our
unique dress code. But it has become obvious to me that we are
getting less accomplished on Tuesdays and Thursdays than I thought,
considering that it is unusual for our work to be interrupted by outside
visitors."
"I think I know what the issue is. Each of us is finding our and
each other's nakedness distracting. Like you Maria."
As one everyone looked at Maria while Ann continued: "It has
been obvious to me that you can't keep your hands away from your
nipples. I see you constantly flicking them and teasing them." Maria
blushed furiously.
"And you too, Jodi. Don't think we don't know what is happening
when you disappear to the ladies room for half hours at a time."
"As for you Allie, my little squirming devil, your set of ben wa
balls certainly animates you on these days."
There was a look of embarrassment mixed with astonishment at
Ann's articulation of what we had all noticed but not commented on.
I looked at Ann. She had paused for effect and was now starting
to continue. I noticed at that moment that the middle finger of her right
hand had started to tease apart the smooth lips of her sex.
"And don't think I am exempted from our sexy atmosphere" Ann
stated. "I find myself often sitting at my desk almost ready to pass out
from what is happening here." As she spoke she became more
conspicuous in her caressing herself--one hand now dipping inside and
the other kneading her left breast.
"I think we ought to recognize that we are getting turned on and
we ought to set aside a time and place on each Tuesday and Thursday
where we deal with this sexual tension, resolve it and then get on with
our work."
I looked over at Maria who, as Ann had suggested, had both
hands cupping each of her breasts and was squeezing and massaging
them to her own tempo.
Jodi was just looking at each of her fellow workers in turn and
Allie was looking straight at me.
I of course was not unaffected. Ann's little speech coupled with
her acts had left me with a strong erection. It felt to me as if all my
energies were concentrated in this engorged member that was fighting
to pull away from my groin.
Ann pointed out my predicament: "It even has this effect on Bob
and I don't think it healthy if we don't deal with these things."
With that pronouncement Ann rose to her knees and then, swiftly
scooted between my legs taking my cock in her hand as I remained
seated in my armchair. Holding my penis pointed upwards towards my
stomach, she started cat-like to lick my scrotum. Very gently, she
sucked each of my testicles into her warm mouth. Ann protracted this
bit of play and while she was doing this I could feel each of her breasts
resting on my thighs and knees.
Ann's actions seemed to license the rest of the group to act.
Maria was now lying on the floor, on her stomach, with one hand
manipulating her breasts and the other reaching behind her back to get
access to her clitoris from rear. Jodi and Allie were seated next to
each other nuzzling each other, each with their hands in the others lap.
Ann had now moved to take my cock in her mouth. With one
hand maintaining its stimulation of my balls. She moved her head up
and down engulfing me in and then releasing me from the wet warmth
of her mouth. Occasionally, I would feel her tongue swoop around me
as well. Her rhythm was slow, languorous, and deliberate. I looked
down at her and our gazes locked as I smiled. I could not stand this
exquisite attention too long and I felt the gathering energy that was
about to be discharged. Ann shifted her position slightly and deepened
the extent to which she was able to draw me into her mouth. That was
enough to open the logjam and I felt myself pour into Ann's mouth.
Ann would not let me withdraw and I sensed myself softening and
shrinking as the tension was resolved. I started to draw Ann to me, to
reach and caress her sex, but she was not immediately cooperative.
Each of Maria, Jodi and Allie also seemed to have achieved their
goals and no one was ready to speak. Ann broke the silence. "We
ought to set aside from 1 to 2 on Tuesdays and Thursdays for this type
of get together, and the rest of the day let's stick to business."
Maria said "good idea" and Allie and Jodi each nodded their
agreement too. "Back to work" Ann said, signalling everyone to return
to their duties. Ann got up to leave to but I knew I had to speak to her.
Not wanting to provoke Maria, Allie and Jodi to thinking we were
talking about them, I decided to let Ann leave.
At the end of the day, I asked Ann to stay behind to talk to me for
a few minutes. She thought I wanted to talk about her mid-day
initiative.
"Well don't you think I had a good idea?" she asked.
"Ann, as always you know how to go to the heart of my fantasies,
but there is one thing."
"What's that?"
I decided to show Ann rather than tell her, to test the point. I
walked over to where she was standing and placed my hand under her
chin to tilt it up so that I could kiss her. We had never exchanged this
form of intimacy and Ann was not about to make it easy. She turned
her head slightly so that I kissed her cheek.
I knew then that I had to say what was on my mind, actually what I
had only come to realize that day. "Ann it's not enough for you to find
ways to entertain me, to please me. As great as that is there needs to
be more." The words were now pouring out from me, uncensored by
forethought. "I care about you, I think about you, you are in all senses
my partner here and you are devoted to me but I want this to be good
for you too. I want to know what you want, what you think, what makes
you feel good. You are not merely an object for me, I want to hug you,
touch you, feel you and know you."
I was taken aback by the force of what I was saying. I reached for
Ann again. This time I felt her melt against me. I sought her lips and
as we kissed, as my tongue met with hers, I tasted the salt of her tears.
That night we had dinner together. Our intense lovemaking that
evening bound us together in a way that our prior contacts had not.
Our discussion was frank and, for the first time, intimate.
"I hadn't planned to tell you how I felt Ann, it just poured out and I
am glad it did. You have to know that you have become the single
most important person in my life and you had to know how I feel. And
what you really had to know more than anything else, is that I care
about you."
"That means a lot to me, Bob--more than you probably realize. I
don't know how things between us will change. It's too much for me to
think about now, but there are some things I do know."
"What's that?"
"When I went to work for you, it was my mission to excite you, to
try and figure out what your fantasies are and to try and make them
come true. I had to try and figure them out by seeing how you reacted
to the different things I tried. In a sense that was my job. Whatever is
happening between us, I don't want that to change. It pleases me now
for different or maybe additional reasons to continue to try and direct
the tableaux which will capture your imagination and surprise you too.
That won't change. But knowing that you feel something about me, me
and not just my body, is going to make a difference."
"But, Bob," Ann continued "maybe some day we can talk about it
and maybe some day I'll understand it better but you have to know that
turning you on, and even turning on other people, is one of the things
that I get off on too."
There was no mistaking the fact that evening that our relationship
was changing. Later that night Ann returned with me to my apartment.
In my bedroom, Ann seemed eager to replay the afternoon's event. I
had something else in mind, I wanted to be giving too, so while not
depriving Ann of the opportunity to bathe my genitals again with her
delightful mouth, I positioned myself to return the favor. Ann had a
very clean and wholesome taste and I found a double reward as I
buried my face between her legs. First, making Ann respond to me
made me feel good, made me feel more equal in the relationship. The
second benefit was that concentrating on tasting and teasing Ann
displaced the focus which would have otherwise been on her activities
on me and prolonged each of our pleasure. When we were done, Ann
snuggled next to me. She did have one more caution to express:
"Bob," she said "This aspect of our relationship must be kept to
ourselves." She explained,"You cannot let any of the other girls in the
office think that you view me any differently than you view them. If it is
going to work, you have to deal with me in their presence, in sexual
terms, as impersonally as you deal with them." I understood the
wisdom in her statement.
Over the next weeks Ann took charge of planning our Tuesday
and Thursday sessions. After the first few sessions Ann devised a little
game. As each of my staff came into our playroom (we had put in a
fold out couch and some other comfortable chairs in a spare office)
they would draw from a little bag either one of two blue or red marbles.
The two who drew the red marbles were charged with serving my needs
that day; the two who drew the blue marbles were designated to relate
to each other if they wished or engage in individual recreation. Ann,
Maria and Allie were generally eager to make love to each other, Jodi
did not seem enthusiastic about sex with other women. In fact the only
times she would participate in that type of activity was an adjunct to
being in a threesome with me.
Home Life and Retail Plans - February 1978
Shortly after the first of the year I moved to a penthouse duplex
condominium in a new highrise that had opened on 71st Street just off
Park Avenue. Ann had moved in to that apartment as well, taking one
of the five bedrooms. Ann had become sort of a sexual confessor for
me. she constantly asked me how I liked the various scenarios she
had established for me. She was well tapped in to my voyeuristic
penchant as I was to her exhibitionism. I had acknowledged to her that
"fresh" opportunities were always welcome, if not needed and she
promised to keep me always presented with new opportunities.
Ann had assumed day-to-day responsibility for managing my
household as well as my business for me too. We had two live in help
who shared the responsibility for cleaning, running household errands
and cooking. Clara and Sara were twin sisters who were from Brazil.
They had taken formal lessons in cooking and were probably well
overqualified for their position. As usual it was Ann's generosity with
my salary and Ann's ability to sense kindred souls that had them
working with me.
Ann had trained them to act as butlers for me. Each morning
either Clara or Sara would wake me, bringing into my room the
morning papers, a glass of freshly squeezed juice, a roll or muffin and
a mug of black coffee. Being woken up each morning by a beautiful,
naked person helped to set a nice tone for the day. Whoever had wake-
up duty would attend me in the shower or bath, help me get dressed
and, from time to time, relieve a particular tension which may have
arisen. About once every two weeks, Ann would share my bed. On the
occasions when Ann spent the night with me, she would have the
benefits of Clara or Sara's morning assistance; otherwise Ann's meals
were prepared by Clara or Sara but the twins had not other duties for
her.
Ann discovered one problem I was having one morning when
Clara showed up with coffee for me and a pot of tea for Ann. Actually, I
assumed it was Clara as I could not distinguish between the two
sisters. Clara and Sara were each about 5'6" tall and 23 years old.
They had dark complexions, nicely rounded rears and full breasts
which they carried high on their chests. I mentioned my difficulty
distinguishing between Clara and Sara to Ann.
Ann had a solution for this problem. She asked Clara to join her
in the shower. Ann and Clara lingered in the steamy shower for about
ten minutes. Ann showed Clara how Ann would carefully soap her
pubic area and then, with a safety razor and a special handheld mirror,
she would neatly shave herself so that below her head, Ann was
completely hairfree. Ann used a scissors to trim the excess of Clara's
pubic hair and then supervised Clara's use of the razor. Ann told Clara
that it was important to keep up with her shaving, as stubble was
unpleasant for her and her companion. As things turned out, Clara was
assiduous in her grooming and I now had a distinctive way to tell Clara
from Sara.
I was at my desk one Friday morning in late February when Ann
came in with one of the look that I had learned meant that she had
something important she wanted to discuss.
"Bob," Ann began. "I have some ideas about that arcade project
you are working on." Ann was referring to a development project I was
working on for a series of stores that would be located on Northern
Boulevard in Rosalyn, on Long Island. I was renovating a former
bowling alley into what I hoped would be four, upscale stores. Three of
the stores were spoken for by new tenants. One was yet to be leased. I
had undertaken this project on my own, without outside investors.
"Really, what are they?" I asked.
"I'd like it to be a surprise" Ann said. "But I need the green-light
from you, which means you won't see what I'm doing till its done."
"I would also like to be a partner on this deal. I want you to give
me a 10% interest in the project, but that is only if you like what I set up
for you."
"You want a 10% interest? But you get it only if I like what you
do--O.K." I was in an agreeable mood.
Between February and June when the shops opened, Ann was
very secretive about her dealings with our contractor and she made the
arrangements for the opening of the stores without consultation with
me, often meeting with my contractor on her own and spending time at
the site. I kept myself out of the loop for several reasons. First, I was
ever increasingly coming to rely on Ann's business skills which were
formidable, and second, I was anxious to discover Ann's surprise.
Retail "Show and Sell" and "Crime and Punishment" - June 1978
Our store project--we called it Roslyn at its Best--had been open
for about a week when Ann insisted one Saturday morning that we go
take a look at what she had done. "After all, I need to know whether I
am going to be your 10% partner."
I drove us out to Roslyn and pulled up in front of the stores. I
recognized three of the tenants, the fur salon, the sweater shop and the
bath supplies store were all known, but the fourth, "Vanities" was
unknown to me. What's Vanities all about I asked? Ann smiled and
said let's go see.
Ann told me to pull in a space behind the stores which I did. Ann
then led me to a door in the rear of the stores. She produced a key and
we entered. She led me through a narrow corridor that was about 15'
in length. At the end of the corridor was another locked door. Ann
leaned against me and said that I should try and be quiet. Ann opened
the door.
The door opened into a small room. There was a recliner/lounger
in the middle. A small refrigerator and a telephone console with a
bunch of switches. There were five windows arrayed around the chair,
each opening into identical small rooms with doors beyond each of
them. Ann also pointed out three TV monitors mounted below the
telephone console and she showed me a small handheld video camera
that, she said, was loaded and ready to operate. Ann flipped a switch
and the monitors came to life. The three monitors captured the inside
of the store. As I studied the monitors I realized that Vanities carried
lines of lingerie and swimwear. I then also realized that Ann had
arranged for me to have a centercourt view of Vanities' dressing
rooms. Ann showed me that the phone console allowed audio
monitoring of each dressing room and that there was also a direct line
to the cashier's desk. Ann told me that I (and she to the extent of 10%
if I approved) owned Vanities. She also told me that she had picked the
staff, the merchandise and had specified the floorplan.
Ann then asked me if I would like to stay in the room for a couple
of hours while she looked in on how the store was operating. I was
anxious to see how things went so I agreed. Ann showed my that there
were soft drinks in the mini-refrigerator and said she'd be back in a few
hours. She told me that the only way out was as we came in; there was
no entrance from my room into the store. I settled into the armchair
and monitored what was going on in the store.
Ann excused herself and a few minutes later I saw her enter the
store. The staff all seemed to know her.
I had been at my post for about a half hour, when the door to one
of the dressing rooms opened and a woman of about thirty years came
in with two bathing suits to try on. She was not remarkable in
appearance, but quickly stripped off her clothes and tried on the first
bathing suit she had picked. She seemed to be staring right at me, but
I realized that she was simply looking at her own reflection in the two-
way mirror that formed the gateway for my view.
Over the next hour or so I was treated to the spectacle of about
ten unsuspecting persons trying on Vanities' fare. Most were shopping
for swimsuits but there were a few who were interested in different
lingerie items as well. Ann then rejoined me and asked how I liked the
setup. I told her that it seemed like it could be habit forming. She
suggested that if I wanted, I could spend Sunday with her at Vanities.
She said that she would be working there the next day between noon
and 5:00 p.m. and that I could stay ensconced in that chamber. I was
game.
The next day we left New York about 11:30. Ann told me that she
wanted to get a better idea about how the customers were reacting to
the merchandise and also thought it would be a good idea to try and
train the sales crew too. Ann dropped me off behind the store and I
unlocked the doors and entered the viewing room. The store had not
yet opened for business and I watched through the monitors as Ann
entered the store. I flicked on the audio and was surprised at the
clarity of the audio reception. Ann was talking to Pauline, one of the
other salespeople working that day.
I was also surprised and pleased for several reasons about the
volume of business that came in to the store. I particularly enjoyed two
college age girls who occupied themselves stuffing their bodies into a
pair of bikinis and then trying to make sure that it was adjusted
properly before leaving the room to show their intended purchases to
their companions. There were two episodes that day, however, which
were even more memorable.
Around 2:30, a man of about 50 came in to the store and started
to poke around through the lingerie section. Pauline was with another
customer so Ann strolled over and asked if she could help. The
customer said that he was looking for something special for his wife.
With Ann's help, he picked out two ensembles, one a red merry widow
with matching panties and stockings and the other a black sheer robe
to be worn over a black bra, panties, garterbelt and stockings. Ann
tried to encourage him to look at some other items and he did pick out
a gauzy, filmy beige nightgown. I was monitoring Ann's sales pitch.
"What size is your wife?"
"I don't know really, she's about average height."
"What size dress does she wear?"
"I'm not sure. What are the prices anyway?"
"Well this ensemble is $240, this one is $410 and the nightgown is
$520."
"Oh that's more than I had in mind."
Ann wanted to make the sale: "Well I think your wife would think
she is the luckiest person in the world if you came home with these
items."
The customer was looking for a way out: "Well I'll go home and
see if I can figure out what size she is and I'll come back."
Ann wouldn't be deterred: "Is your wife my size? I'd be happy to
try these on for you so you can get a sense of what they look like."
"That might be an idea. But she is not quite as big, you know, on
top, as you are."
"That's O.K. we'll give you a smaller cup size for these items, and
everything can be exchanged anyway." "What did you say your name
is?"
"Sam."
"Follow me, Sam."
Ann directed Sam to a seat just outside the changing area. Ann
brought the first item (the red merry widow) in to the dressing room.
She gave me a big smile through the mirror and I watched closely as
she tried to stuff herself into an outfit she had to know could not begin
to contain her voluptuous breasts.
Doing the best she could, she stepped out and confronted Sam who
could not contain his amazement.
"Well what do you think?"
"Wow!" was all Sam could muster.
"Sam, if you're still interested in buying these, I'd be happy to try
on the others for you too!" Ann was setting the hook.
"Sure, I am interested. I'll certainly take that outfit." was Sam's
predictable reply.
Ann returned to the dressing room grinning at me through the
mirror. I watched with interest as she changed into black stockings, a
black garter, still too small bra, black panties and sheer black robe.
Ann exited the dressing room and Sam's eyes studied Ann avidly.
Once more Ann extracted a purchase commitment from Sam. Ann
then took the beige nightgown and held it up for Sam's inspection.
"This item" Ann said, "I know is very pricey, but it is very
special." Ann draped the nightgown over her arm, and Sam seemed to
recognize that when worn, it would be nearly transparent.
"Should we wrap these up?" Ann asked gesturing at the first two
outfits she had modelled?
Sam couldn't resist. "I'm probably interested in that nightgown
too."
Ann had acheived her objective. "I'll try that on for you if you
like."
"Please" Sam whispered.
Ann returned to her dressing room and took off the black outfit
and then drew the nightgown over her head. As expected, it left
nothing to the imagination. Ann opened the door to the dressing room
and called Sam over. "I can't go out there like this" she said.
Sam took it all in. Through the nightgown, he could see
everything that Ann had to offer. The nightgown was small across the
chest and molded itself to her breasts. Her nipples were very clearly
outlined against the material of the nightgown. Ann turned and gave
Sam the view from the back with the sides of each breast visible from
that perspective too.
"O.K. Sam, I'm going to change out of these things and then we'll
take care of business" Ann said as she removed the nightgown and
started to get dressed in her street clothes. Ann made no motion to
close the door to her dressing room and Sam made no move to excuse
himself either. When finished dressing, Ann gathered up the items she
had tried on for Sam, took his blue American Express card, and rang
up the sale of the day. After she had finished with the paperwork, she
wrapped the items and, handing them to Sam, she expressed the hope
that she would be seeing him again soon. Sam mumbled something
and left.
Ann picked up the phone near the cash register and moments
later there was a flashing light on the phone console near my chair.
"That was hot" I said.
"I was really getting turned on by that too" Ann commented. "In
fact" she continued "I am touching myself right now."
I could see that Ann's right arm was busy below the level of the
countertop. That motion inspired me to continue with a moderate self-
stimulation. As we were replaying what was going on I noticed a young
woman, in her late twenties, enter one of the dressing rooms. She was
carrying quite a few bikini sets. I continued to talk to Ann while
stroking myself and watching this new show being carried out before
me. The person in question was about 5'6", I guessed that she was a
full C or possibly D cup, and maybe 5 to 10 pounds over her ideal
weight. She tried on the different bikinis she had brought into the
dressing room and seemed to notice that she would have to trim a
luxuriant bush before she wore those items in public. I decided to
capture this young lady on video. I was watching through the
viewfinder as she finished trying on these items and to my surprise, I
was recording as she took two bikini sets and hid them in the front of
her underpants under the skirt that she had been wearing. My camera
caught the whole episode. I then saw the busty brunette return the
other items she was less interested in to the shelf and she slowly
headed for the door.
"Ann" I said into the still open phone line "that girl is shoplifting,
she's got a bunch of things stuffed into her pants and I've got pictures
of it too."
Ann did not hesitate a second. Just as the shoplifter headed for
the door Ann intercepted her and politely, but firmly, asked her to step
over to the counter
At first the shoplifter was cooperative, but as soon as Ann said, I
know you are trying to steal, the person's tone changed to one of
belligerence.
"You're nuts if you think I've stolen anything. Look in my bag."
"It's not in your bag." Ann replied.
"Well I'm leaving" the girl said as she headed for the door.
Ann stepped in front of her and blocked her way. "If you want me
to call the police I will."
"Go ahead" the girl said, trying to outbluff Ann. Ann called the
police and together with Pauline, indicated that they were prepared to
block the shoplifter from leaving.
Ann picked up the phone line to me and asked me to describe
exactly what happened. I told her what I had seen and reminded her
that it was all on tape. Ann asked me what items she had hidden away
and I described the dark green bikini with orange edging and the yellow
one with orange flowers.
Ann hung up and a few minutes later, as she saw the police
approach she told the shoplifter. "Just so you know, I know you have a
green bikini and a yellow one stuffed in your underwear, and we have it
on tape!"
All color drained from the shoplifter's face. She was in a panic.
"You've got to give me a break. I'll pay for them. It will ruin my life."
The police were at the door. "I'll never get admitted to the bar. I am a
lawyer. I just passed the bar exam, but I'll never get licensed. Please."
By now tears were streaming down her face.
"What's the problem?" the police officer asked.
"We have a shoplifter here, I think." Ann answered
"You think?"
"Let me talk to this girl."
Ann took the shoplifter aside and asked. "How much trouble are
you in if I report you?" The shoplifter saw a glimmer of hope and
described how she had a similar problem once before when she was in
college and was arrested and that there was no way that she could get
licensed to practice law if this came up again. She said she was very
sorry for stealing the items and wasn't there something she could do to
resolve the matter.
Ann simply told her to wait there. Ann then went to the
policeman and told him that she would try and resolve the matter
amicably. She thanked him for coming over and the policeman left.
For my part I was intrigued by what was going on and I wondered what
Ann had in mind.
Ann was emphatic with her instructions: "Open your purse." Ann
went through the shoplifters purse and copied down her name and
address. Sharon Stein of Roslyn, New York.
"Well, Sharon, here's the deal. You are to come in to our
executive offices in New York next Monday at 10:00 a.m. sharp! If you
are not there, we will report this and we do have the video, remember."
"How long will I be there?"
"Assume you'll be there the rest of the week. It will be your job
for the week."
"But I've got other commitments" Sharon protested.
"Well cancel them and be there." Ann virtually commanded.
"Now give me those things you were going to steal, thief, and get out of
here and don't dare not be on time on Monday." Sharon complied and
left.
I asked Ann what she had in mind for Sharon, later that day as we
watched the video I had shot of Sharon in the act. Ann asked me if I
had any suggestions, but I preferred to leave things up to Ann.
Sharon appeared at out offices precisely at 10:00 a.m. Allie
directed her to Ann's desk just outside my door. Ann greeted her
brusquely and brought Sharon in to my office.
"This is that bitch who we caught stealing at Vanities" Ann said
as if introduction were necessary. I motioned for Sharon to sit down.
She was clearly nervous. She was breathing rapidly. Ann spoke: "I've
told this person that for the moment we won't press any charges but
she is to spend the week working here as a lesson to her."
Sharon said that she was grateful that we were not ruining her life
and that she'd help out in the office. Evidently she had not anticipated
all that Ann had in mind.
Ann reached into her bag and produced the two bikini sets that
Sharon had tried to steal. Ann handed the green set to Sharon and told
her to go into the restroom in my office and put those on. Sharon
looked shocked.
"I can't, I won't do that."
"Your choice" said Ann "we'll just have to report what you did and
then you'll see what happens to your career."
"Well maybe tomorrow."
"No, it's to be today, right now, and you better get to it this
instant."
Sharon recognized her plight and went in and changed. When she
emerged she clutched the clothes she had been wearing in front of her.
"Put those down" Ann decreed. As Sharon obeyed, I knew one reason
for her reticence. As I had noticed when she first tried the suit on, the
front was cut narrowly, and Sharon's pubic hair was so full, there was
no way that the small strip of fabric could contain the lush bush.
"Sit" Ann directed, still showing absolutely no compassion for
Sharon. "This is what you can expect. For the rest of the week you will
do work around here. You will start work every morning at 8:30 and
finish at 6:00. All the other people here are your bosses and you are to
do what any of us say. We won't touch you without your free invitation
or consent, and you won't be hurt physically, but believe me you will be
punished."
Sharon was stunned and plainly shocked.
"Now get up and go introduce yourself to the rest of the staff and
explain to each of them why you're here and the rules that I have just
explained."
Sharon couldn't or wouldn't move. I heard Ann speak with a
firmness I never had heard from her before. "Do it, you piece of shit!"
Sharon got up and went to tell her story to those in the office.
Later Ann gave Sharon some cloth and Sharon spent the day dusting
the office more thoroughly than it had ever been.
Riding to the office Tuesday, it first registered with me that
Sharon would be present during our special Tuesday regimen. I asked
Ann who was in the car with me whether she thought it prudent for
Sharon to witness our Tuesday/Thursday activities and dress mode.
Ann said that she thought that was exactly what was called for.
At 8:30 as directed Sharon appeared. Without comment Ann
handed her the yellow bikini and said to put it on. Ann changed into
the bikini and I saw that she had been busy with scissors and razor the
previous evening. Ann told Sharon she would be cataloging our
research report file and put her to work in a desk across from Ann's.
Shortly before 9:30, when everyone else was due to arrive, Ann entered
my office, removed her dress, and wearing nothing but heels,
stockings and a garter belt returned to her desk. Sharon was too
intimidated to say anything. Maria and Jodi were the next to arrive.
Seeing Ann, they knew without having to ask that it was to be business
as usual. Maria unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged off her bra and
then, leaving her slacks on, went to pour a cup of coffee. Jodi on the
other hand stepped out of the skirt she was wearing and pulled her
sweater over her head. Soon Allie came in, doffed her pullover top and
took the button down the front sweater she kept in the office, so that
she could easily answer the door as the need arose.
Ann marched over to Sharon's table. Sharon watched as I did as
Ann's impressive breasts went into motion as she walked. Sharon also
took obvious note of Ann's cleanly shaven pussy. "Join the crowd,
Sharon, you're top has to go" Ann specified.
Sharon still was not following directions speedily. Ann flushed:
"Damnit, Sharon you better start doing what I tell you!" Ann shook as
she yelled her displeasure and her breasts quivered and oscillated as
Ann made her point.
Docilely, Sharon reached behind her back and separated the
hooks that held her bikini top in place. Sharon was plenty busty, to be
sure, but she was not in Ann's league in that department. Her breasts
had a sag to them and they would shimmy and bounce with whatever
movement Sharon would make. The rest of the morning was not out
of the ordinary. Sharon worked on her indexing project and no one
paid particularly close attention to her. Around noon time Ann told
Sharon that a buffet had been set out in the conference room and that if
she wanted lunch she should help herself. After lunch, Sharon was
told, she should get some towels and damp washcloths and some
spray bottles of alcohol and witch hazel from the closet in the
bathroom as she would be in charge of "personal cleanup" which was
not otherwise explained.
Around 1:00 everyone retired to the playroom. Ann and Maria
drew the red marbles, meaning they were to be with me, and Allie and
Jodi drew the blue marbles. Sharon appeared with a stack of towels,
washcloths and sprays. Sharon appeared unsure of what was to
happen until she noticed that I had taken my clothes off and that Maria
had taken her slacks off too.
Maria and Ann were arm in arm as they came over to where I was
seated on a cushion, their ample breasts touching. We kissed and our
tongues entwined in a three way tangle. After a bit of this, with my
right hand fondling Maria's right breast and my left hand lifting and
kneading Ann's left breast, Maria and Ann shifted so that they both
began to run their tongues up and down the sides of my penis. I was
aware of the fact that Allie was kneeling between Jodi's outspread legs
and I gaged from the movements of her head that she was making
swooping upward movements with her tongue along Jodi's spread lips.
Jodi had become increasingly receptive to the affections of the other
women, especially Allie, in recent months.
I noticed that Sharon was seated off to the side. She was
watching the activities before her with interest. Her nipples were hard
and prominent. I had rearranged things so that I was entering Maria
from behind, "doggy-style." My legs straddled Ann who was tonguing
Maria's clitoris from underneath and was occasionally diverted to
tongue my balls. Ann's huge breasts also were rolling against the
inside of my thighs.
Jodi and Allie were now in classic 69, interrupting each other only
to emit the occasional whimper and sigh.
Finally, as my thrusting led to the sense of inevitable release, I
withdrew only to spray all over Ann's face, her breasts and Maria's
haunches. Allie and Jodi lay in each other's arms, their faces
glistening with the other's juices. We were all spent.
"Get to work Sharon, clean us up." Ann reminded Sharon of what
she was there to do. Sharon approached Ann first, but Ann said to take
care of me first. Sharon had a wet washcloth in her hand and was very
ginger in washing me off. I told her that I won't break and told her to
clean me off well. Sharon finished each of us in turn and by two
o'clock we were all back to work.
I had misgivings about Sharon and Ann's judgment for that
matter. After all we had taken an outsider into our confidence, shown
her how we run our business and conduct ourselves without her having
indicated any affinity for what we are all about. I did not share this
concern with Ann however.
On Wednesday Sharon came to work and still had work to do on
her indexing project. Ann, to my surprise and I am sure Sharon's was
pleasant to her. Sharon was not asked to change from the clothes she
wore to work and by the end of the day she was chatting with Jodi and
Allie. Just before she left, Ann spoke to Sharon.
"Tomorrow is a day like Tuesday, Sharon. I have some things in
mind for you so come to work tomorrow with your shortest skirt."
"O.K." Sharon answered.
Thursday morning saw Sharon come to the office with a canary
yellow skirt that ended a few inches above her knee and white,
sleeveless blouse. Ann took her aside and said that her skirt was not
short enough. Ann had Sharon roll up her waistband so that Sharon's
skirt now ended high on her thighs and when Sharon sat or bent over
there was no way that she could conceal her panties. Ann, in keeping
with the fashion of the day, had opened her blouse and as she walked
around the office her breasts danced in and out of view. After Maria,
Jodi and Allie were at work, Ann called Sharon over. Ann handed
Sharon a large white dildo and told Sharon to take off her panties and
put the dildo inside her. Sharon offered no resistance and followed
Ann's direction. Ann told Sharon she was to keep the dildo inserted
unless one of the others gave her permission to remove it.
For the rest of the morning, Sharon's situation was apparent to
everyone else. When she stood, the end of the dildo projected below
her hem, when she sat her skirt hiked up and her inability to close her
legs made sure that everything was quite visible.
At one, as we retired to the playroom for the now traditional
activities, Ann asked Sharon if she wanted to draw a marble along with
everyone else. Sharon hesitated, but then said that she'd prefer to be
on the sidelines.
"That's up to you, Sharon" Ann explained "but you are going to
have to be something other than a detached bystander sitting on your
hands."
"I understand" Sharon answered.
The draw had Maria and Jodi with the red marbles which left Ann
and Allie to their own entertainment. Jodi was in a pretty frisky mood,
and dove right down to take me in her mouth. Maria joined in and I
settled back for a totally passive experience as Maria and Jodi traded
having me in their mouths.
Ann and Allie were also fully engaged. Each was occupied
kissing the other and had their fingers sliding in and out of the other's
pussy. For her part Sharon was manipulating the dildo in and out and
she was groaning as her self-stimulation had its effects. I came with
force and Maria bore the brunt of my ejaculation, taking it in her mouth.
Ann and Allie shortly seemed to achieve their resolutions. At that point
we all focussed on Sharon. Sharon was in the throes of achieving her
own bit of ecstasy as she pumped the dildo in and out. Ann moved
closer to Sharon and placed her hand on Sharon's thigh. Sharon
opened her eyes and nodded encouragement to Ann. Ann reached
between Sharon's legs and took control of the dildo, while Sharon
shifted to finger-stimulating her clitoris. Sharon came with explosive
force, and then buried her head against Ann's chest. Ann nuzzled
Sharon with surprising tenderness.
Later that afternoon, Ann called Sharon into my office. Ann had
cleared what she intended to tell Sharon with me.
"Sharon, as far as we are concerned, you have squared your account
with us. And we appreciate the good job you have done for us this
week."
"You mean you won't make me come here any more."
"No, you're free and here, take these." Ann handed Sharon a
large and small envelope. Sharon opened the large envelope and
found the video I had made when she was in Vanities. She did not ask
if there were any other copies. She opened the second envelope and
found a check for $2,000. Ann explained that was her salary for the
week.
Sharon sat there, finally speaking and saying how she really had
learned a lesson and appreciated how we had acted. Ann then spoke:
"We like you Sharon, and want to make an offer to you. We want you to
work here as our lawyer. You know what the work atmosphere is like,
and we'll pay you $150,000 a year, which we think is more than you
could expect to make elsewhere."
"I'll have to think about it. I'm not sure." Sharon said.
I spoke up. "What is there to think about? You know the type of
businesses that I am in and I can use a lawyer to make sure that
everything is documented properly."
"It's not the work, I am sure that will be challenging."
"What is it then?"
"Well, considering how I started here, as a punishment, I don't
think I'll have the respect that I need to have from the rest of the staff."
"I'm sure you will, but I think we can do something that will make
clear your stature in the office."
Ann and Sharon both looked at me quizzically. I continued:
"Sharon, for four days Ann treated you at her whim, for the next four
days, why don't you direct Ann to do what you want?" I was stunned
by what I had said, but instinctively I knew it was right. Ann looked at
me with a strange, but not hostile, expression. She thought for a
second, and then took action. In a move very reminiscent of what Allie
had done in her job interview, Ann dropped to her knees, looked at
Sharon and spoke. "I am yours to direct."
Sharon thought for a second and then seemed to decide what to
do. "It's very simple, Ann. For the time being you are to follow me
around on your hands and knees and like a faithful puppy, you are to
wait for me to tell you what to do. And like a puppy, Ann, you are to be
wearing nothing, no clothes, no underwear, no jewelry, nothing."
"Yes, Sharon" Ann's role reversal response. Ann took off the
blouse which had been hanging open across her shoulders to shield
her from the chill. Sharon decided to parade Ann in front of her new
co-workers and got up to let everyone else know that she had now
become officially one of us. The sight of Ann crawling along was pretty
interesting. Ann really had to hold herself high off the ground to
prevent her breasts from hanging so low they would scrape along the
carpet. By arching her back in this way, it had the effect of tilting her
butt and pussy so that her are lips were well displayed at the juncture
of her legs in the rear. Ann and I shared a cab home at the end of the
day. She was totally silent during the ride home.
When we arrived home I decided that I would soak in the tub to
unwind. I looked for Clara or Sara to get things ready and voiced a
little frustration when I saw that Clara was busy preparing dinner and
Sara was downstairs in the basement laundry room. Ann realized what
was irking me and volunteered to get things ready. I leafed through the
day's mail and sauntered into the bathroom off my bedroom. Ann had
drawn the tub and she was kneeling by the side of the tub with various
soaps, brushes, and shampoos lined up next to her. I slipped into the
water and permitted Ann to take care of everything. I barely could keep
myself from falling asleep. Of course, part of the washing process
required Ann to soap my balls and my cock. Her touch had an
inevitable effect and a periscope popped above the surface of the
water. Ann leaned over and slid her mouth over what had protruded.
She was unable to prevent her hair from getting wet and her breasts
were being squashed against the side of the tub. I was a little rough as
I placed my hand behind her head and forced her to take me deeply.
She did not resist.
The next day, at work, Sharon decided that she would assert
herself with Ann during that day and then, she had told me in advance,
she would release Ann from the rest of her four day sentence as she
hoped simply to get along with Ann and develop an easy working
relationship. Sharon's first task for Ann was simple. While Allie
manned the reception area, the rest of us gathered around Ann in a
series of chairs arranged in a circle. Ann was blindfolded and told that
she had to use her mouth to bring each of us off. Sharon had arranged
for Jodi to relieve Allie, after Ann had relieved Jodi (albeit in a different
sense). It took Ann about ninety minutes to complete the circuit. She
readily identified each of us and seemed to hesitate only when she was
not sure who was who between Sharon and Allie, but she got it right.
Then, Sharon told Ann that she was to spend the rest of the work
day with my cock in her mouth, and then with a thought to
practicalities, said 50 minutes of each hour, the last 10 minutes of each
hour she was excused. The idea excited me, as I realized that I would
either be in a perpetual state of arousal or that Ann would have her
challenges. Ann took a pillow and arranged it in the well in my desk
and took me in her mouth. At the outset, she made efforts to lick and
move her head along me, but as time wore on she rested her head on
my thigh, and just held me in her mouth. Periodically she shifted in
position to maintain her comfort. After a half hour or so, I felt myself
getting more aroused and reached down to caress her. Sharon came in
to announce that it was time for Ann's break, and Ann took advantage
of the opportunity to stretch her legs. At the top of the hour, Ann
resumed her position and I started to pay attention to some of the
paperwork on my desk. Maria came in with a question and while I sat
at the edge of my desk with Ann's mouth wrapped around me, Maria
and I discussed rates of return on a few different investments I was
contemplating. Without being obvious, Ann started to twirl her tongue
around me and I became more of a challenge for Ann to maintain in
her mouth. Maria continued to talk to me about the analysis she had
done and stepped around my desk to look over my shoulder at the
spreadsheet we were studying. I was doing my best to maintain my
composure and Ann was doing her best to undermine it. Ann won. I
exploded in her mouth, Mindful, of Sharon's instruction, Ann kept me
in that warm and wet haven, but a good portion of my come ran out of
the side of her mouth, down her chin and ran in a stringy, viscous
mess from her chin to her breast. Maria noticed what had happened
and decided to help Ann out. She bent down next to Ann and like a cat
tending to its kitten, lapped Ann clean. As she licked Ann's face and
chin with long swipes of her tongue, many of those swipes passed
along the base of my cock and my balls. That process jolted me back
to a state of arousal and, once again, more of a challenge for Ann to
fulfill Sharon's last edict.
Later that evening, I treated everyone to dinner to celebrate our
new office configuration.
Vacances
Sharon and Ann turned out to become good friends as Sharon
started her legal career with us. I was happy that there was no jealousy
between them. Indeed I was fortunate that none of my employees had
strained relations with the others. In fact, Jodi and Allie were sharing
an apartment with each other and Maria was a frequent overnight
visitor when she did not feel like going home to her apartment in
Queens and would rather spend the night in the city.
I decided that I wanted to take a vacation and raised with Ann the
thought that we might go away together for a week or so around Labor
Day. I thought it important to include Ann for several reasons. First,
my attention had been diverted pretty much among all the people
working with me and I sensed that she thought she might be losing her
confidence in the primacy of her relation with me. Second, I had
become more assertive relative to Ann, directing her more forcefully to
accommodate me and really not paying much attention to her
sensibilities. Third, in fact I liked her very much and cared for her too.
I realized that the South of France was ideal for vacation late in
the Summer and after checking with our travel agent, I booked a suite
at the Hotel du Cap in Cap d'Antibes for the week around Labor Day.
Ann, as I anticipated was quite thrilled with the notion of "our"
vacation. In the week before we were scheduled to go, Ann told me
that she was going to go out to Vanities to pick up some items to round
up her wardrobe for the trip. I decided to go along for the show. In the
car ride out, I asked Ann whether she was sure that no one else at the
store, knew about my viewing room. Ann reminded me that the only
entrance was from the rear of the store and that those who worked in
the shop only came in from the front entrance. Ann asked me if I
wanted to go shopping with her, I told her that I would try and enjoy a
few hours watching the goings on at Vanities. Ann dropped me in the
back of the store and I made my way to my perch.
I was not expecting too much activity, because it was the end of
the summer so I thought that most of our swimsuit business was over.
In fact the first one in to the dressing room was Ann. I watched as she
tried on two bikinis and two one-piece suits. One was particularly sexy
as its side were cut away from the side and the fullness of her breasts
were exposed. Ann made her selections and my attention turned to
two of the other rooms which were now occupied. In one of them was
a familiar face. One of the local network affiliate newscasters was in
trying on a one piece bathing suit. In the process, I was given a view of
her really outstanding body. At one point she stuck her head out of the
door and evidently invited a companion in to express an opinion. Her
companion also had picked out some items to try on and so the two
spent a few minutes in that crowded room taking off and putting on
different items. Soon enough, Ann let herself in to the room and we
decided to get a bite to eat, see a movie and then head back to the city.
On the evening of our departure we took a limousine to the Pan
Am terminal at Kennedy for our non-stop flight to Nice, France. It was
a typical hot and humid late summer day and we were both dressed
casually. Ann was wearing light slacks with a man's undershirt (not the
T-shirt type) covered by a light nylon shell. We had a little time to kill
so we browsed the magazine racks and then had a drink in the first-
class lounge. Finally, our departure was Announced and we made our
way on to the plane. There was a shriek. "Ann!" "Debbie!" Losing all
composure, one of the flight attendants and Ann were embracing,
jumping up and down and greeting each other as if they were long, lost
friends, which was exactly the case.
Ann and Debbie it turned out had been roommates in college and
then slowly fell out of touch. Debbie and Ann spent a few minutes
hurriedly catching up, I was introduced, and then Debbie had to busy
herself getting everyone seated and the plane ready for take-off. It
wasn't until two hours later, after the meal service had been completed
that Debbie and Ann were able to spend a few minutes together,
reliving past adventures and catching up on what happened to this one
or that and what was new in each other's lives. Debbie was going to be
laying over in Nice for two days and I invited Debbie to spend her free
time with us at our hotel. She was happy to accept.
At that point the cabin lights were dimmed so that a movie could
be shown. I decided to make a point with Ann. I leaned over to Ann
and told her to take a blanket from the overhead bin and after she
arranged it over her, to take off her nylon jacket. Without her jacket,
Ann would be an exceptional sight. The scooped out armholes of the
T-shirt bared a great abundance of her breasts--and the material of the
shirt was so thin that whatever wasn't bare was effectively so.
At first I had Ann keep the blanket pulled up snug around her
neck. I then whispered to her: "Ann, I want you to pretend you're
asleep. I will then have the blanket fall away and everyone else will
have a view." "If that's what you want" was her reply. After about ten
minutes, Ann sort of moved in her seat and I surreptitiously tugged at
her blanket and it fell away just slightly from one side. Anyone looking
would have seen the lateral swell of one breast. A few minutes later, I
caused it to fall a bit further away. Then, more of her breast was
exposed. I saw people pretending not to notice, but noticing anyway.
A little bit later, I told Ann to go the restroom and leave the
blanket and jacket behind. Ann did not hesitate for a second. Heads
turned as she bounced her way to the lavatory. When she emerged,
there was an audible gasp as passengers saw Ann return to her seat.
For all intents and purposes she could have been totally topless. Ann
resumed her seat and Debbie, who saw all of this from the rear of the
cabin, came over to her and asked out loud for the benefit of those
who were wondering what she was going to say, if anything, "Can I get
you anything?" Debbie then leaned over Ann and I heard her whisper
"Same old Ann" and then I saw Debbie flick her tongue in Ann's ear--
just for a second. At that moment I was extra glad that I had invited
Debbie to spend some time with us.
I decided to play with the rest of the passengers for just a bit
longer. I told Ann to pull the blanket over her again, and reaching
under the blanket, I pulled her left breast completely to the side and out
of the fabric of her undershirt. As Ann pseudo-slept, I gently
rearranged the blanket so that her breast was exposed from mid-nipple
outward. The passengers who were within our line of sight simply
stared. One of the women on the plane, however, seemed a little put
off by what was going on and rather than foment a scene, I covered
Ann up. Later, I had Ann put on her jacket and we finished the flight
conventionally.
Nice was about 45 minutes from our hotel, and by the time we
cleared customs, and collected our luggage and then drove to the hotel
it was about 1:00p.m. Hotel du Cap had lovely rooms, beautiful private
grounds with lush lawns and tropical vegetation. We settled in to our
suite, took showers, ordered a bite from room service, and then
decided to head over to the pool, which was set in a bluff just above
the Mediterranean. The attendant at the pool arranged two lounge
chairs for us along the perimeter and we lay down to soak in the sun
and catch up on the sleep we did not get on our flight over. About half
the women were sunbathing topless, but Ann left her one-piece on and
I did not suggest otherwise.
About five o'clock, the group around the pool started to thin out.
We decided to take a walk in Antibes and to have a light dinner and
then get to bed early, to try and force ourselves to overcome the effects
of jet lag.
The next morning we had breakfast on the hotel patio and headed
back to the pool to wait for Debbie's arrival. We were expecting her
shortly after noon. We were one of the first to take up our places
around the pool and this time Ann was quick to unfasten the top on the
two-piece she was wearing. Ann was so big that I noticed several pairs
of eyes following her movements. Ann lay on her stomach, cradling
her head in her arms. In this position, much of her breasts splayed out
to the sides.
After a few hours of enforced indolence, punctuated as things got
hot by dips in the pool, I noticed Debbie heading down to where we
were seated, accompanied by a tall man who was about 40. We stood
up to greet Debbie who introduced us to Bill who, Debbie said, was the
co-pilot on our flight over. Bill gave us warm greetings and, as he
casually eyed Ann's abundance, remarked how he had heard that Ann
had made the first class cabin's trip over a memorable one.
We decided to have lunch and Ann covered up and we went to the
pool-side cafe for our meal. There was no mistaking the body language
between Debbie and Bill and we realized that their marriages at home in
the U.S. were no hindrance to their relationship abroad. Debbie and
Bill had that afternoon and the next day to spend with us. Ann, without
checking with me, invited Debbie and Bill to stay with us in our suite
that evening. They were happy to do that and they insisted that they be
responsible for our activities the next day.
After lunch, Ann changed into another bathing suit, Debbie and
Bill brought there bags in from their car and I made arrangements with
the concierge to set up another bed in our suite.
By 2:30 we were back poolside. Ann promptly rolled down the top
of her swimsuit to her waist and Debbie took off her top, leaving her in
her bikini bottoms. I found Bill to be fascinating, filled with stories and
adventures he had accumulated during his years of flying for Pan Am.
We left the pool around 5:00 and after a quick change we
reconvened at the bar. In the interim I had made dinner reservations at
a nearby Michelin 3-star restaurant for 8:00 p.m. Over dinner, Debbie
told us some great stories about Ann in college, stories which seemed
totally in keeping with the Ann I had come to know. It also did not
surprise me that Ann had graduated phi beta kappa. Ann and Debbie
both looked great. Ann was wearing a thin cotton blouse over a linen
skirt and Debbie had also opted for the see-through look with a
shimmering turquoise skirt topped by a light print blouse. Both girls
bounced along in the most merry way as our cab took us back to the
hotel.
There we were in the sitting room to my suite, at about 11:00 p.m.
ready to go to bed but with no one having talked about the logistics of
who would be sleeping where. Just as things were getting a bit
awkward, Debbie announced that she was tired, that the boat (boat?)
would be picking us up the next day at 8:00 and that she was going to
grab Bill and head for bed. Ann and I retired to our bedroom.
"What's this about a boat?"
"They told me that we were to be their guests tomorrow and I
guess we'll have to see what's's what."
Room service appeared with breakfast the next morning at 7:00
and over croissants Bill told me that he had chartered the boat for a
day's outing and that all I would need was my bathing suit and
sunglasses.
Promptly at 8:00 we boarded a 40' cabin cruiser and headed out
into the sea. I learned that our destination was St. Tropez and that it
would take us about two hours to get there. Debbie and Ann doffed
their bikini tops and, courtesy of the very slight chop in the water,
jiggled their way to our destination. It was just before 10:00 when we
arrived near St. Tropez. Bill then spoke:
"We have to decide what beach we're going to."
I answered: "Bill, we don't know the differences between the
beaches, we're your guests, why don't you pick?"
"Are you really going to leave this up to me?"
"Why, does it really make a difference?"
"Tell him, Debbie." Bill said.
"Some of the beaches are nude, some aren't?"
"I thought they all are topless" Ann said.
Bill clarified: "Some are topless, Ann and some are nude."
Ann smiled and said, "Well it's up to Bob."
"Whatever you want Bill" was my reply.
"O.K., let's go to Plage Californie" Bill said and directed the
captain in that direction. As we pulled near to the pier to disembark,
Bill demonstrated the choice he had made by stepping out of his
trunks. Debbie shucked her bikini too and Ann and I followed suit. We
walked down the pier, found the beach attendant and Bill paid the fee
to set us up with mattresses and an umbrella along the shoreline. With
a very few exceptions, everyone was nude. Nonetheless, Ann was
unique in her appearance, not only was she by far the bustiest of the
women on the beach but her nakedness stood out by virtue of her
shaved sex. It was apparent that heads turned to follow whenever she
changed position on the her mat.
The sun was pretty strong and soon enough I got up to take a
swim. The water was cool and refreshing and I motioned for Ann,
Debbie and Bill to come in and join me. Ann got up and ran into the
water; Bill and Debbie soon followed. We swam out about forty yards
off shore and found that even at that distance we could stand and the
water was about hip deep. A few steps in either direction showed us
that we had found a sandbar.
"Ann," Debbie said "leave it to you to attract attention on a nude
beach!"
"Yeah," Bill chimed in "you have to realize that everyone couldn't
stop staring."
"Well I know I am big" Ann answered motioning toward her
breasts.
"I also think its because you shave, too" Bill added.
"Do you like that look?" Debbie asked directing her comment to
Bill.
"I think it's hot" he answered.
"What do you think my husband would say if I came home from a
trip like that?" Debbie laughed.
Debbie put her arms around Bill to give hime a playful hug and
sensing something, she reached for him and said "Ooh are you turned
on." Then turning to Ann, Debbie said: "I saw you give at least three
guys on the beach hard-ons, they had to turn over."
"It could have been for you Debbie" was Ann's diplomatic reply.
But Debbie and Bill were locked in a steamy kiss and I too was pretty
turned on by what was going on. Ann reached around me from the
back, and pressing herself against me started to mirror Debbie's
playing with Bill.
I turned Ann around to face me and our tongues met. As we
kissed, my cock pressed itself against Ann's belly. I lifted her slightly
and supporting her thighs I entered her. Ann leaned back in the water
and let the sea support her back as I started to move, slowly, in and
out. For their part, Bill and Debbie had the same objective although the
method was different. Debbie had wrapped her legs around Bill who
was cradling her bottom in his hands while she clutched her arms
around his neck.
The sound of the gentle surf, the beach chatter in the distance
was starting to be punctuated by the moans and involuntary sounds
that both Debbie and Ann were making. These sounds of pleasure
cued both Bill and I into thrusting at the same rhythm and we found
Ann and Debbie encouraging each other's reaction. After a bit, Bill
started to give a sign that he was reaching a point of no return and
Debbie exploded in her own orgasm. As I continued my motions in
Ann, Bill made his way around to Ann and as he stood near her head he
reached to take her shoulders and provide her with a little additional
support. I felt Debbie reach between my legs from behind and start to
massage my balls as I continued my thrusting. Ann was absolutely
lost in the sensations of the movement and her breasts were heaving
from side to side as she shook and rolled with the combined impact of
the my efforts and the gentle swells of the sea. Finally, with one final
series of thrusts, as we pressed pubic bone to pubic bone, we both
experienced our culminating orgasms. It took a few moments to catch
our breaths and we lolled about in the sea being refreshed by the cool
water.
We returned to our places on the beach and knew from the buzz
and stares that followed us that our couplings had not gone
unwitnessed. After a short rest on the beach we decided to take a walk
and see what the shops were offering nearby. I put on a pair of shorts,
as did Bill, Debbie put on bikini bottoms and Ann wrapped a large scarf
around her waist shich she knotted at her hip. I noticed that from time
to time as she strode, the scarf would part along her leg and
occasionally part enough to expose her sex.
We strolled among the small open-air shops that lined the nearby
streets and bought an assortment of souvenirs and gifts for my "crew"
back home. We also found time for lunch and after that spent a few
hours on the beach until it was time to make our way ack to the boat
for the trip back to Cap d'Antibes.
No one of us bothered to dress for the boat ride back and we
lolled about in the sun. Bill professed to be tired and soon was
stretched out and asleep. I joined Ann and Debbie who were reclining
on the hull of the boat, soaking in the late afternoon rays.
I found a spot between the two girls on the hull and lay down to
enjoy the ride back. Both girls turned on their sides to face me and we
chatted a bit about what a great day it had been. Ann looked at me and
saw that I was getting a little red in the area where my suit would
normally be and decided to apply some sun-tan lotion. She squeezed a
dollop into Debbie's hand as well and told her to help. The touch of
both girl's around my genitals roused my cock in short order and both
Ann and Debbie did not let up. Intertwining their fingers, they both
massaged me up and down, aided in their efforts by the lubricating
help of the lotion. I turned my head towards Ann to kiss her. As we
kissed, I felt Debbie's tongue exploring my ear and I turned towards
her, and reached for the nape of her neck. I pulled her face towards me
and our kiss became a three wasy exchange of tongue--all the while
Debbie and Ann maintained their up and down hand motions. Finally, I
clenched my butt and as I lifted myself a few inches off the hull's
surface, my ejaculation flew skyward and landed back on my lower
belly. Ann scooted down to lick me clean and Debbie joined her in that
bit of manicure. I opened my eyes to see Bill standing nearby fully
erect. Debbie motioned for him to sit down and she quickly engulfed
him with her mouth. Ann lay with her head in my lap and we watched
as Debbie brought Bill to a full state of arousal.
As Debbie kept her head in motion around Bill, Bill reached
toward Ann and started to touch and caress her breasts. Ann looked at
me to see my reaction and the look we exchanged indicated to her that
I did not object. Bill, plainly was interested in pursuing Ann and he
shifted his position so that his cock nestled up against Ann while he
continued to play with her breasts. Ann parted her legs and slid a bit
towards Bill so that he found himself poised to enter Ann. As if to
license that activity, I pulled Debbie toward me and guided her head to
my cock. Ann then spread her legs further and Bill entered her. Slowly
I watched Bill slide in and out of Ann. With each thrust, I saw Ann raise
herself to meet him and, as if in slow motion, I watched Bill enter and
withdraw, while Debbie continued to take me deeper and deeper in a
rhythm matching Bill's and Ann's. Soon enough Bill's pace quickened
and Debbie's matched his. I remained transfixed by the sight of Bill's
and Ann's couplings and the stimulation of Debbie's efforts. I felt
myself losing control and as I started to groan in anticipation of my
third orgasm of the afternoon, Bill withdrew from Ann and his cock
erupted spewing his ejaculate all over Ann's belly. For my part, I
wound up coating Debbie's face.
After a few moments rest, we asked our captain to stop so that we
might jump in the sea for a refreshing swim. After about ten minutes,
we were refreshed and we resumed our trip back to our hotel and we
remained on the hull until we pulled up to the dock at our hotel. It was
only the quizzical expression on the face of the dock attendant as we
arrived that prompted us all to put on some clothes before we returned
to our room.
As Bill and Debbie were flying the next day and had to be up early,
they left after dinner to stay that evening at a hotel the airline had
booked for their crews adjacent to the airport in Nice.
The rest of our vacation was not as extraordinary. We enjoyed
our rest in the sun, keeping mostly to ourselves and ultimately, we
returned to the states rested and energized.
February 1983
"Good morning, Marie" I said to our receptionist as I arrived at
work on a cold Monday in February. I hung up my coat and went to my
desk. Moments later, my secretary, Gerry, brought me a steaming cup
of black coffee and I turned my attention to the paperwork at my desk.
There had been some changes over the past five years. Allie and
Jodi had left. Maria was still with me as was Sharon. My business had
prospered. My investments had done well, as I was interested in each
project and made sure that each made sense from multiple points of
view so that if I were building a store or mini-mall, I was concerned not
only about inherent land values but the specific plan for commercial
exploitation.
We had not yet replaced Jodi who was our back-office head.
Looking for a replacement was Ann's job, but Ann was not due back in
the office until the next week. She was on duty at home.
Periodically I had found it necessary to establish certain borders
and boundaries with Ann. Inevitably, as we dealt with each other, I
found it more and more natural to treat Ann almost as a spouse. I find
myself caring for her, depending on her, and I ease in to a relationship
where it becomes unnatural for me to treat her as an employee, and for
her part, Ann loses that little edge which I have always admired, namely
her desire to find new ways to appeal to my jaded erotic sense.
About every eighteen months or so, then, I have to find a role for
Ann that reasserts our relationship. I suppose the time I had her
comply with Sharon's directives was the first. Now, while Clara and
Sara were visiting their mother in Brazil, I detailed Ann to take care of
our home--to make sure that all meals were prepared and to do all the
other domestic chores.
Tonight, Ann was responsible for preparing and serving dinner
for me and my guests. I was entertaining at home for dinner an
important advisor to one of my investing partners who lived in London.
The man who managed that investor's affairs was also British but had
just moved to the United States. When I invited him for dinner, he
indicated that the person who he normally would have asked to come
along was herself away that week. Knowing that he seemed to admire
Gerry, I asked him if he would like me to invite Gerry to join us. He
seemed pleased with the idea so I did.
I called Ann to go over the plans for dinner.
"Ann, we'll be home around 7:30. We'll have drinks and hors
d'oeuvres and dinner around 8:30. Gerry will come with me and I guess
Tony will meet us at the apartment around that time too."
"Do you want to go over the menu?"
"No, Ann I'm counting on you to have thought of everything and
to make sure that you serve a nice, elegant supper."
"Will you call later?"
"I don't know, just plan on seeing me when we get there at 7:30."
"Bye."
"Bye."
I buzzed for Gerry to come in. "Gerry," I asked "Tony was happy
that you will be joining us for dinner tonight."
"That's good."
"Do you like him?"
"I work for you, Bob" was Gerry's reply. "How can I 'like' anyone
else?" As she spoke Gerry was fingering the buttons on her blouse as
if waiting for an invitation for her to make herself available to me.
Gerry was in her early 40's. She was about 5'8" tall with
cascading, wavy golden, reddish hair which I presumed was
maintained with the aid of her beautician. She had the type of figure
for which I was a sucker. Full breasted, but still thin and trim.
Although Gerry did not approach Ann in terms of the fullness of her
breasts, she was still, easily, a D-cup. She had long legs which she
frequently showed off as her habit was to wear very short skirts. My
mind reflected back on that comic afternoon when Gerry was hired.
Ann had brought her in to see me.
"Why does this job pay three times the going rate for the most
senior of executive secretaries?" Gerry had asked.
"We want to hire people who will have loyalty to us and to the way
we do business here. I am sure that Ann told you about our dress
code."
"Actually not. What are you talking about 'dress code'?"
The look on Ann's face let me know she had skipped that part of
the interview. She spoke up. "We've been interviewing so many people
that I guess things blurred together and I thought I had mentioned it,
but Gerry the reason I brought you in to see Bob was that I was so
impressed with your skills."
"So what's the story with the dress code. for what you're paying I
really can't imagine what sort of dress code could be a problem. You'll
tell me about it later."
"Gerry, we'll tell you about it right away, because we have to know
you are comfortable with it."
"The only thing I wouldn't be comfortabe with is a no-dress dress
code" Gerry said, thinking she was joking.
"Well, Gerry" I said "I'm glad you mentioned that. Thanks for
applying."
Gerry seemed stunned that what she intended to be a sarcastic
comment turned out to be on the mark. "You mean that's it? Your
dress code is that I have to work naked?"
Ann answered. "No, Gerry. All we require is that twice a week,
everyone goes topless. Complete nudity is an option you can select."
"Well why didn't you just say that in the first place. I've no
problem with that. That's how I go to the beach anyhow."
Ann and I exchanged looks. We were unclear whether to take
Gerry seriously. Gerry must have realized our quandary and took
matters into her own hands. We watched as Gerry stood up and tugged
the ends of her beige blouse out of her skirt. Starting at the button
near her collar, she opened each and then shrugged her blouse off her
shoulders. She was wearing a beige bra that fastened in the front. She
opened the clasp and released her breasts from their confinement. She
looked at us triumphantly and sat down.
"I guess that settles that" I said. "Welcome aboard."
I emerged from that bit of retrospection to the present as I saw
Gerry still fingering her blouse. I gave her the nod of encouragement
that she had been seeking and she quickly unbuttoned her blouse,
shrugged off her bra and stepped out of her skirt. She was wearing
sheer to the waist pantyhose. Gerry stepped to the side of my desk,
kneeled at my feet, and opened my pants. I sat back and did absolutely
nothing else, but exchange locked stares with her, as she brought me
off in her mouth. Gerry looked at me and said: "I hope that makes sure
you know there are no others I like."
"But don't worry, for you I'll make sure Tony has a good time
tonight."
"All I'm asking you to do is have dinner with him" I said.
"I understand" she answered as she ran her tongue along my
shrinking member.
When she was finished, Gerry stood, got dressed, smiled and
went back to work.
I next spoke to Gerry about 7:10 when we headed out to my
house. We met Tony in the lobby of the building as we arrived there
coincidently. Gerry greeted Tony warmly and took his arm as we rode
up in the elevator together.
Ann answered the door looking radiant. She had a sprig of
flowers tucked in her hair which was up in a bun. She was wearing a
white dress of sheer material that fastened around her neck over a full
slip whose lace trim was readily discernible. As we made our way to
the living room where there was a waiter standing and expecting to
bring drinks, I noticed how the dining room table had been set. I saw
an opportunity to make a point with Ann. Ann was in a chatty mood
and I recognized that she must have been going a litttle stir crazy
waiting around in our apartment all day by herself attending to the
various domestic chores.
"Ann, come here" I said.
"Yes" she said as she joined me in the hall
"Why is the table set for four?"
"You, me, Gerry and Tony."
"No, Ann" I said. You are to serve dinner.
I saw the dawn of realization and disappointment expressed on
Ann's face. I realized I was on the right track. "And you ought to be
dressed more in keeping with your role tonight." I looked her over and
realized what adjustment need be made. "Just take off the slip."
I was not done with my instructions. "Now go and reset the table
and tell the waiters you hired that they may help you, but they are not
to come out of the kitchen. You are to be our servant."
Ann was not happy, but she did not hesitate. She reappeared in
the living room about ten minutes later carrying a tray with three drinks
on it which she passed out to Tony, Gerry and me. She had taken off
her slip and the consequence of that act was immediately noticeable to
us all. What once seemed like a fashionable outfit was now totally
provocative. Where the fabric of her dress lay in a single layer against
her skin, it was as if she were wearing nothing at all. Where the fabric
bunched or folded, it obscured what was underneath.
After a short while we sat down for our dinner. It was at that point
that Gerry and Tony realized that Ann was having a special role that
evening. They had assumed that she was busy with her preparations
before which is why she was not spending time with us in the living
room, but seeing only three place settings, they realized that Ann was
"working" that evening.
Ann served us smoked trout to start. I saw Tony react as her
barely covered right breast brushed aganst his shoulder when she
removed his plate.
Our conversation over our next course was pretty normal, but
each time Ann appeared to bring something in or out, I watched as
Tony's eyes followed each movement she made. At one point, while
Ann was removing a salad plate from Gerry, Tony reached for
something on the table and knocked over his wine glass. Ann reached
for a napkin to blot up the wine and I saw another opportunity.
Grabbing the hem of Ann's dress, I used it to create a "dam" on the
table and soak up what had been spilled. Then, with a firm sudden
movement, I ripped Ann's dress off and bunched it up and used it to
complete the tidying process. Ann stood there unflinching and Tony
made no effort to conceal his admiration for her body. Ann's immense
breasts rested on her ribcage and, although not saggy, by virtue of
their size and weight, extended actually on to her upper belly. As
always she was neatly and completely shaved, without the slightest
trace of stubble. After allowing herself to be visually inspected, she
turned her attention to cleaning up the mess and resetting the table.
She performed these tasks with energy and speed, never once stopping
to put something on as she marched in and out of the dining room. We
finished our meal with good appetites and I invited Tony and Gerry to
join me in the library for coffee.
"You have her trained well" Tony said. "I admire the way she
takes what you give in stride."
"She is special" I agreed.
"Would you take direction like that?" Tony directed his remark to
Gerry.
"From certain people, without any hesitation" Gerry answered
Tony but looking directly at me.
I did not miss that opening. "Gerry, go see if you and Ann can
figure out some entertaiment for us" I said.
"Certainly" she answered as she got up to leave.
I offered Tony a brandy while we waited to see what Gerry and
Ann would arrange.
Gerry appeared about twenty minutes later wrapped in a large
terry robe. She invited Tony and I in to the master bath. We followed
Gerry in and watched as she took off her robe. Ann directed her to sit
astride the edge of the tub, with one leg resting on a towel bar and the
other on a tiled shelf behind the tub. The effect was for her legs to be
spread apart completely. Ann arranged her apparatus before her.
Using a scissors, she trimmed closely Gerry's theretofore luxuriant
pubic hair. Then, she used warm washcloths to soap and massage and
soften the now trimmed area. Finally and carefully she shaved Gerry
entirely, from the hairs which curled around her bottom to those few
strays which headed up towards her belly button. The whole process
took at least twenty minutes. After rinsing the remnants of the soap off
and rubbing the area with some sort of alcohol based astringent which
caused Gerry to gasp and which pinkened her vaginal lips, Ann led
Gerry back, of all places, to our dining room. There Ann directed Gerry
to lay back on the table. Ann disappeared into the kitchen and returned
with a cart filled with different pints of ice cream, syrups, and other
toppings. Ann said she was planning on "make your own" sundaes as
the dessert and thought that there was no reason not to adhere to that
plan.
"Let me show you how" she said. Ann took a spoonful of ice
cream, a dollop of whipped cream and placed them on Gerry's lower
belly, just above her sex. Gerry squealed with pleasure, no doubt from
the soothing effect of these cold confections. Ann then proceeded to
lap up this mini-sundae. She turned then to Tony and asked what
flavors and toppings he liked. She followed his instructions and
assembled a butterscotch sundae (vanilla ice cream) with whipped
cream, nuts and a cherry. All these ingredients were nestled in the
juncture of Gerry's legs.
"Do you want a spoon?" Ann asked, "or would you simply want to
take off your shirt and dive right in?"
Tony took off his tie and then his shirt and proceeded to enjoy his
desert.
"How about you?" Ann said to me.
"Chocolate ice cream and marshmallow sauce" I answered.
Ann scooted on to the table and after getting the ingredients
ready, leaned back and arranged herself just as Gerry. Not unlike Tony,
I opened my shirt collar and started to eat. The first few mouthfuls
were entirely desert; thereafter Ann's skin and her taste started to mix
in. I glanced over at Gerry and Tony. There was no trace left of Tony's
sundae, but he was "licking the plate clean." Ann for her part was
responding to my attention. We continued this for a while, with each of
Ann and Gerry seeming to draw great pleasure from our efforts. When
we finished, Tony and Gerry announced that they were going to leave.
Gerry went in to the bedroom to get dressed and I told Ann that she
should stay with me while Gerry got ready to go.
We went in to the living room and while Tony waited for Gerry,
Ann--totally nude--and I sat on the couch and necked like teenagers.
Ann, it seems, realized again that I cared for her.
Six Months Later
It had become my custom, in the summer, to invite the office staff
to my farm in Sharon, Connecticut for a weekend of relaxation. This
particular August weekend had been picked a few months earlier and I
could not have chosen better. It was warm, but uncharacteristically,
not too humid and the forecast was for much of the same weather the
rest of the weekend. Ann, Clara, Sara and I had gone up to the farm the
Thursday evening before everyone else was scheduled to arrive. I had
arranged for a stretch limo to bring everyone else up the next day. At
about 12:30, the limousine pulled in to the driveway, and Gerry, Marie,
Sharon, Maria and Lisa all clambered out. Lisa had been hired a two
months earlier as Jodi's replacement. Ann and Clara showed everyone
to their rooms, while Sara set out a buffet lunch. Mid-way through
lunch Gerry announced that everyone had a surprise for me and that
after lunch, I should go out to the pool and await my surprise.
I had just about dozed off in my lounge chair, when I heard a
rustle of noise and looked up to see my surprise. What I saw was a
parade of each of my "girls" marching in a straight line and then
arraying themselves in a little semi-circle around me. They were all
attired identically. They were wearing white tops over identical gold
bikini bottoms. Their bottoms were not fitting snuggly, and to an
extent they fell away from each of their lower bellys. Those of the girls
who shaved did not look as undressed as did those who did not, as
their pubic hair certainly was visible.
At a cue which Gerry gave, they all took off their tops, and they
stood in front of me for my inspection, each with big smiles and each
noticing that my erection had snuck out of the leg of my shorts.
This was a first--all of the women in my empire were standing
there together having so carefully arrayed themselves in an enticing
manner. Gerry then gave another signal, and in practiced unison, each
girl reached for a clasp on there left hip and they unhooked one leg of
their bikini bottoms which each then released. The bottoms puddled at
each of the girls feet and, as they all stood before me, absolutely naked
and smiling and giggling. I felt richer and more in possession of a
domain than I think I ever had before.
I was wondering how my state of arousal would be resolved and
Gerry, again taking the lead, asked me how I wanted to take care of
"that" she said as she pointed. I had a quick answer. I skinned off my
shorts and took a dollop of tanning lotion in my palm. I started to
stroke myself and I told all the girls to sit near me and to follow my
lead. Within five minutes we were all engaged in self-stimulation with
different extents of whimpers and moans.
I could see each of the girls stimulating themselves according to
each of their habits; Ann for example was simply making circular
motions with her index finger on her clit; both Clara and Sara were
plunging their digits in and out of their pussys. Sharon was kneading
her breasts with one hand while fingering herself with the other. Maria
had pushed her breasts together and was licking and sucking her
nipples. Marie was on her knees, with her bottom stuck high in the air
and with one hand reaching behind to play with herself from behind.
This whole scene was extremely arousing for me and I felt myself
getting ready to explode, as the pulse and pace quickened, and as I
started to audibilize my situation, Gerry scooted over to me and
positioned her face between my legs and extended her tongue in a very
specific invitation to receive my cum. I accepted that invitation.
After taking a moment to catch my breath, I slipped into the pool
to let the cool water cleanse and refresh me. As each of the girls
reached their limit, they also made their way into the swimming pool.
Plainly, this was to be a successful weekend. It was.
June 1984
I was at my desk on a Monday when Ann came in to remind me
that she was to meet her younger sister at the airport that afternoon.
I had not met Justine before as she had spent the previous four years
enrolled in medical school in Belgium. After earning her degree from
the school at Louvain, she had enrolled for an additional two years of
training at U.C.L.A. in order to receive a degree from that school as well
and ease her way into practice in this country. Ann had described for
me that Justine was about to start a three month rotation at NYU in its
obstetrics and gynecology service as part of her clinical training the
following week and Ann had asked if it was alright if she would be
living with us for that time. I agreed and we anticipated that we would
moderate our behavior at home in deference to Justine's presence.
That evening we all had dinner together. Justine was enthusiastic
about her upcoming stint at NYU and she told us how medical
education differs between the U.S. and Europe, with the greater
emphasis on clinical education here. Over the course of the meal,
Justine mentioned that she was invited out to a friend's house in the
Hampton's the following weekend, and that she needed to do a little
shopping as she had only brought one bathing suit with her, and could
use some additional sport clothes. Ann brightened and offered to take
Justine out to our shop, Vanities, and assured her that she would have
a good supply of items to choose from.
"That's good Ann. It is tough to find something to fit me properly.
You probably have the same problem even worse than I do."
"That's why I make sure that Vanities always has an adequate
selection for people like us."
Now Justine was not quite as busty as Ann, but she clearly was
well-endowed, although I could not tell quite the extent because of the
blousy nature of the dress she was wearing.
"If you are going out to Vanities tomorow" I said, "I'll drive you
both out there." Ann shot me a dark look, as she must have realized
what I had in mind.
I pulled up in front of the apartment about noon the next day in
order to drive Ann and Justine out to Vanities. Ann had not said
anything to me about what I would be doing during her and Justine's
trip to Vanities. The two of them hopped in to my car and both seemed
to be in an upbeat mood. They had spent the morning catching up and
visiting with each other. Ann asked me what was new in the office and
I told her there was a lot of work piling up on our desks, but at least for
the moment, no emergencies.
I dropped the two in front of the store and told them I would be
back in about an hour or so and that I would take everyone out to a late
lunch. Ann gave me a big smile, which I took as a blessing from her
for what I was about to do. I pulled in behind the store and using my
key, entered the "viewing" room.
Business wasn't bad, I judged, by the amount of activity that was
going on. Several people were trying on different items and one asian
girl caught my eye. She had a terrific, lithe figure. After about twenty
minutes, Justine entered one of the try-on rooms with an armful of
bathing suits. She hung them up one by one on a rack opposite the
mirror and seemed to take some time to decide what she would put on
first. Almost absentmindedly, she unbuttoned her blouse and stepped
out of her slacks. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and
turned to face the mirror. Justine had an impressive figure. Her
breasts were large and seemed more assertive, less pendulous than
Ann's and certainly not as big. Like Ann, she had a thin waist, but it
was evident from the dark area at the front of her panties that she did
not share Ann's shaving habit. I watched with interest as Justine tried
on all the different outfits that she had selected. One that particularly
appealed to me was a shocking pink T-back number which did little to
cover her rear and which only had two wide vertical bands that were
strategically placed to cover her nipples, but which left the sides of
each breast free to catch the sun.
Shortly after I realized that Ann and Justine had finished their
selections, I ducked out the back and drove the car to the front of the
store to pick them up. We had a nice lunch and then headed back to
the city. Ann did not ask me where I had gone while the two were
shopping and I did not raise the subject either.
The next day Ann and Justine were left to their own devices to
spend their time. Over dinner, they filled me in on their day touring
some of Manhattan's interesting locales including the shops on
Madison Avenue and lunch in Chinatown. Ann told Justine that she
would be on her own the next day as she had to get back to our office.
"I'd love to see where you work. Why don't I come up, you can
show me around and I'll take you to lunch."
Justine's request unnerved Ann. We both realized the next day
was Thursday--a day when we have our special dress code and when
we don't ordinarily schedule visitors.
"I have just so much to do, there's no way I could go to lunch.
Maybe Friday?" Ann ventured.
"I can't. I have an orientation session at NYU on Friday." Turning
to me Justine asked "It'll be o.k. if I see my big sister for a while
tomorrow won't it.?"
"Sure" I answered, not knowing myself how things would play
out.
Later that evening, when we were alone Ann raised the subject of
how we would be the next day. By then I had decided how I wanted
things to go. "No exceptions, Ann. I guess Justine will just see how
we work on Thursday's."
I had expected more of a protest from Ann than she offered. She
did not seem as upset as I thought she might and had she really
seemed distressed, I was prepared to alter our normal Thursday
routine. Something else, however, was going on.
On Thursday, business started off as usual with everyone doffing
their tops and some their bottoms as well, with Marie keeping her
sweater at the ready for unexpected visitors. From my open office door
I could see that Gerry was wearing only thigh high stockings and black
panties, and Ann had chosen today to wear grey stockings and a
matching garter belt. I was surprised that she was not wearing a skirt
or any other sort of body covering.
Exactly at noon, Marie came into the back, a little flustered. She
had her sweater on and in an urgent tone told Ann: "Your sister
Justine is out front."
"Bring her back here, please" was Ann's instruction to Marie.
Moments later I watched as Marie opened the door to our inner
office space and brought Justine in. Justine saw Ann and Gerry
immediately and looked at both with a totally shocked expression.
"Ann! What's going on?" she finally mustered. The sound of a
strange and excited voice prompted some of the others to come
around to see what the commotion was all about. Maria and Sharon
came within view and Justine quickly realized that she was witnessing
something she had never anticipated.
"Come on in to my office" I invited Justine. "I guess Ann better
explain to you what this is all about."
Justine went in to my office quietly and took a seat on the couch.
Ann came inside as well and closed the door behind her. She sat
opposite to Justine in an armchair with her legs slightly spread--it
seemed to me deliberately so--with her nakedness completely
apparent. She made no move to cover up.
Ann explained that everyone who worked in my office was doing
so voluntarily and that all were very well paid, even exorbitantly well
paid. She said that I was well-liked by the staff and that she thought
that at least two others in addition to herself were in love with me.
That was the first time that the word "love" was ever used in
connection with our relationship and I realized part of the reason why
Ann did not prevent this encounter with Justine.
Ann went on to explain how I was turned on by the visual and
how everyone tried to figure out ways to appeal to me in this manner.
To illustrate this point, and to make another, Ann described how she
had designed and configured Vanities to permit me to monitor the
dressing rooms. It took about ten seconds for Justine to make the
connection and realize that she had been there but two days previous.
She seemed to blush, but there was also what I thought was a faint grin
curling the ends of her mouth as she looked in my direction.
Ann continued with her account of how we all came to the work
arrangements that we had. She then startled me a bit further by
describing our Tuesday and Thursday post-lunch activities, including
what happens when the girls draw different color marbles.
Justine interrupted to ask Ann if the reason she was shaved was
another part of my requirements. "No, but I know Bob likes that" she
answered.
There was silence for a moment and then Justine spoke.
"Well I saw the buffet lunch set up outside and Ann you told me what
the routine is here on Thursdays, and seeing how Bob already was
watching me the other day, I guess there's no good reason why I
should inhibit you all from what you would normally do." As she spoke
those words, Justine pulled the cotton top she was wearing over her
head and without hesitating for a second, removed her bra too.
I did not know what to expect so I announced that I was going to
get some lunch. Justine bounced up and said she was hungry too and
followed me to where the buffet was set up. The rest of the office was
already helping themselves and we all took our plates and gathered
around the conference table where we ate our lunch.
When the time came to go draw the red or blue marbles, Gerry
retrieved the jar and started to pass around the table so that everyone
could pick. Lisa announced that since she was not feeling that well,
she was having her period, she'd staff the reception area for the next
hour or so. Gerry gave Ann the chance to draw a marble, she picked a
red one, and then asked Justine if she wanted to select a marble. I
started to say that would not be necessary but Justine reached in and
held up a red one as well. With the selection of the two red marbles,
the draw was ended and we all went in to the room where the cushions
were arrayed on the floor.
Gerry and Marie were particularly anxious to get things underway
and no sooner did they walk into the room than they arranged
themselves side by side starting to kiss each other and shortly each
was fingering the other as well. Sharon and Maria took positions near
each other and seemed to be principally engaged in solitary activities
although from time to time they leaned over to each other and kissed.
Ann and Justine were a little awkward. Ann started to kiss me and told
Justine to undress me as well as herself. Justine quickly took off her
skirt and panties and then unbuckled my slacks and drew them off me
along with my shorts. Justine, probably for lack of what else to do,
started to take me in her mouth, but then turned her attention to
nipping and biting my thighs. I motioned for Ann to pay some attention
to my cock and she bent over and took me in her mouth. At one point
she held me and offered Justine the opportunity to suck me as well. I
interrupted that move and drew Justine to me. I wanted to feel her
breasts and kiss her. Her mouth opened to receive my tongue and I
lifted one of her breasts to get a sense of its weight. It seemed firmer,
denser than her sisters', but not as large. After a bit, I encouraged Ann
and Justine to trade assignments and as Ann thrust her tongue in my
mouth I reached down and felt how considerably wet she was.
I then leaned back, in effect signalling Ann that I wanted her to
tend to my cock in whatever manner she selected. I watched wide-eyed
as she joined her sister licking and sucking my cock. As Ann swept
her tongue up, down and around me, I saw Justine mimic those
movements and I noticed, more than once, that their tongues would
meet as they enveloped me. At first I thought that was inadvertent until
I noticed that Justine's free hand had parted Ann's lips and that she
was working her fingers in and out of Ann. Ann also seemed to be
reciprocating that attention by rolling one of Justine's nipples between
her thumb and forefinger. The realization that Ann and Justine were
relating to each other even as they were tending to me was an
overwhelming stimulation. Almost immediately I reached my climax
and painted each of their faces and chests with my ejaculation.
As I leaned back against the pillows in relaxation, Ann and
Justine both tended to me and joined in cleaning me with the fresh
washcloths that were set out for that purpose. At one point Ann
reached up to kiss me and while I was kissing Ann on the mouth, I
reached for Justine and pulled her up towards me as well. At that
point, I took Justine by the nape of her neck, and Ann by hers, and
drew their mouths towards mine. After being in a position to taste
both their tongues at the same time, I withdrew from the fray, leaving
both Justine and Ann twirling their tongues around each others. I
then took Justine's hand and placed it on Ann's breast. Neither sister
needed any more encouragement.
Using me no more than a prop to support Justine, Ann began to
bathe Justine with her tongue while Justine writhed with excitement.
Initially Ann knelt between Justine's legs and licked her slowly and
gently, but Justine twisted so that she had like access to Ann. Justine
placed two fingers inside Ann and twisted them about as she was
nibbling and licking her. Everyone else in the room was completely
captivated by the evident passion which these sisters were
demonstrating and as I looked around I saw every pair of eyes glued to
Justine and Ann while everyone, except for me, was almost absent-
mindedly touching and stroking themselves.
Ultimately and finally Ann and Justine became more and more
energetic in their activities and their grunts and whimpers which lead
to very intense and simulataneous orgasms for each of them. As
they finished they each lay against me, nestled one in each arm. I
turned to kiss each and as I did I tasted on each, the other.
Los Angeles - August 1988
I had gotten bored. I had closed down my operation effective as
of December 31, 1987 and after paying everyone a nice bonus we all
parted amidst tears and hugs and on to new lives. Gerry and Ann
stayed with me. Gerry simply to be my secretary in my new office and
Ann to be with me.
I had purchased a townhouse in the East 60's in Manhattan and
used a professional suite that a doctor had previously occupied to
carry on my business. Ann and Gerry had offices there as did I. Ann
had become quite wealthy as a result of the interest she had in the
investments we had made. I had given her a check for $2.3 million
when we liquidated the majority of our investment partnerships. For
my part, I knew that my net worth now exceeded $400 million. I
managed to keep that a secret from Forbes.
In July 1988 I had travelled to Los Angeles on business by myself.
Ann was visiting her mother, and Gerry who would have accompanied
me in her stead was feeling a little under the weather. I stayed at the
Hotel Belair which was my favorite in West L.A. and for the first few
days my schedule was pretty well booked. One Thursday, however, I
found that I had nothing scheduled that evening and I was flipping
through the paper thinking that I might take in a movie, when an ad
caught my eye. One of the local clubs, Carroway's, advertised Foxy
Mud Wrestling.
I decided to attend the program which it touted and arrived as the
doors opened at 8 p.m. After being seated at a small round table
around a ring lined with a blue vinyl tarp, I ordered a drink and nursed
it and its successor along until the show started at 9 p.m. The show
consisted of a series of staged matches between very pretty girls who
were wearing skimpy outfits. Before each match, the combatants did a
semi-strip down to minute bikinis and then sold kisses for dollar bills. I
bought a few. The next to the last "match" was called a challenge
match where one of the few girls in the audience volunteered to enter
the ring against one of the troupe.
The fellow sitting next to me told me that these are the most
interesting because the "amateur" sometimes really got enthusiastic
and displayed more energy than the "professionals." I ventured the
opinion that these are probably ringers, but no, I was assured that
these were bona fide amateurs.
When the challenge match time arrived, a boisterous group
decided to egg one of their female members on. The girl in question
was none too anxious to get involved, but she did ultimately agree to
participate. Stoked on no doubt by a few beers she was ushered to the
backroom and later emerged, having been supplied with an outfit that
was pretty skimpy consisting of a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt with
a the beginning of a few tears. As the bout got underway, i saw that it
was the experienced girl's job to exploit these few tears and enlarge
them. No corresponding headstart was available to the poor
challenger. To the audience's pleasure, the challenger soon was
struggling with efforts to preserve her modesty (such as it was) and at
the same time engage in mild combat.
The final bout of the evening was an auction where one of the
men got to pick which of the previous girls he wanted to contend with.
I was not interested in this so I left and went back to my hotel.
A few weeks late found me back in New York and sort of rattling
around looking for things to do. I asked Ann if whe would come with
me to L.A. for a few days. Ann asked me what we would do while we
were there and I told her that we would figure things out and that I
would show her some of the places that I had been to the previous
month. On this trip to L.A. we checked in to the Beverly Wilshire hotel.
The first couple of days were not expecially busy. Ann did a little
shopping and we went to a few meetings together.
Over lunch that Thursday I informed Ann that we were going to go
to go to Carroway's that night.
"What type of restaurant is that?" Ann asked.
"It's not a restaurant, it's sort of a night club." I answered.
"Oh, what type of entertainment do they have?" Ann asked.
"They have a floorshow, you'll see."
"Should I dress up, is it a fancy place?"
"Actually, it is very casual. You should wear something
comfortable and sexy."
We had an early dinner that night in our suite courtesy of room
service. About 7:15 p.m. as the food cart and table was being removed,
Ann started picking through her closet to figure out what she would
wear. She asked me whether I had a preference and together we
selected the outfit. She wore a tight and short black skirt that I had not
seen before. As she put it on, and there was nothing underneath, I
could not imagine how she was going to be able to sit, get in and out of
cars, or do anything else and maintain any sense of modesty.
Apparently her strategy for dealing with that dillema was one of
diversion, because she chose to wear a linen top that was filled to its
limit with her breasts and which was essentially translucent bordering
on transparent depending on how the light caught it.
"Is this sexy enough?" she asked. No answer was necessary,
but I took her hand and guided it to a part of me which had reacted in
suitably unambiguous response to her query.
We arrived at Carroway's and Ann immediately noticed the
marquee touting the evening's entertainment. As we made our way to
be seated, Ann looked around and I saw it register on her that there
were very few women in attendance. We were shown to a small cabaret
table at "ringside" and we ordered drinks. Ann struggled to find a way
to sit at the table without exposing herself inordinately to the people
sitting opposite us.
Ann and I watched the first two bouts. The routine was much
as I had remembered it from my previous evening at Carroway's. I
noticed however that many of the attendees were as intent on watching
Ann as they were on the show. Ann had difficulty keeping herself
"arranged" so that she did not steal any more than was inevitable
everyone else's attention.
At the start of the third match the soon to be combatants came
out to do their almost strip to their fighting outfits and, as usual, they
sold kisses for dollar tips. Ann held up a dollar for me and one very
attractive blonde gave me a swift, chaste kiss. One of the people who
was seated behind us, however, decided to have a little fun and held up
a dollar over Ann. The blonde came back and without any hesitation
leaned over to give Ann the kiss that the dollar bought. I watched Ann
as she took all of this in good stride and good spirit.
The time came for the challenge match. The m.c. introduced the
girl who was to fight the challenge match. She had some absurd stage
name like Titanic Tina, and that she was. She was one of the few girls I
ever encountered who was fully as big as Ann, perhaps even bigger.
Her breasts were carried in a bra visible through her purple lace dress
which had a little flex to it so that as she walked around, there was a
reverberating bounce. She drew a lot of attention as she removed her
dress and walked around the club in bra and panties selling her kisses
for dollars. When she finished her introduction and went back to
change into her fighting outfit, the m.c. took the microphone to try and
auction off the right to meet Tina in the ring. There was a little more
interest in the opportuntiy to enter the ring than there had been the
laste time that I came to the club. About three people were bidding at
$20 increments and the total reached $160 just as the there seemed
only to be one bidder left. At that point I raised my hand and bid $300.
There was an audible hush and as the m.c. announced that I had won, I
said no, it's not me who won, it's the lady I was with.
Everybody seemed quite excited with the idea that Ann was to be
the combatant. There were a bunch of whoops and hollers as the m.c.
asked Ann to join him in the front of the ring where the match was to
be held. As she walked to the front all in the club saw her large,
braless breasts bounce and jiggle under the sheer material of her
blouse. Ann was then escorted to the dressing room where she was
given an outfit to wear in the fight she was going to have with Tina.
After about ten minutes, Ann reappeared. She was wearing a blue and
white spandex outfit that had to be at least three sizes to small. The
material molded itself to her skin as tightly as if it were sprayed on.
Absolutely nothing was left to the imagination. The crowd's reaction to
Ann alternated between shocked and silent amazement and spluttering
whoops and catcalls. Ann was given a chance to "dance" around the
area for dollars and she elicited a terrific, enthusiastic reaction. More
than one guy tried to rest his hand on Ann or draw her close enough to
him that he would have significant contact with her breasts.
Tina and Ann took their positions in the ring and waited for the
bell. Tina traded on her experience and as soon as the signal to begin
was heard she managed to pull Ann's legs out from under her and
jumped astride her back and tried to pin Ann's shoulders to the ground.
After a bit, Ann managed to arch her back and pulled Tina off her and
both girls sprang to their feet. Once again, Tina knocked Ann off her
feet and this time Ann landed smack on her face and I saw that she had
a bloodied nose. The referee stopped the bout and gave Ann a clean
towel to staunch the flow of blood. After a five minute hiatus, Ann
declined the opportunity to withdraw and insisted that she wanted to
continue. I could tell that she was taking it all seriously.
There were about twenty seconds left in the first of the three
rounds and once again Tina got the advantage which she retained until
the bell. The crowd, however, it was clear was behind Ann.
The second round lacked the excitement of the first. Both girls
seemed to be conserving their strength as they pawed at each other for
most of the round. Towards the end, Tina sat astride Ann's stomach
and seemed to maul Ann's breasts roughly through the material of
Ann's outfit. Between the second and third rounds, I managed to get a
few word of whisper to Ann. My concern was that she wasn't hurt and
she said she was o.k.
The third round was unforgettable. Ann exploded out of her
crouch when the bell rang and bowled Tina over with a ferocious rush.
In a flash she was smothering Tina and was pinning her shoulders to
the mat. Tina was not used to this type of resistance and I saw her
pinch Ann's left breast at the nipple. Ann yelped in pain and drew back
from Tina. Tina took advantage of this trick to throw Ann off her and
soon the girls were both back on their feet. There was no hiding that
Ann was furious. This time as the girls grappled, Tina just grabbed
Ann's leotard at the neck and tugged. The material ripped and split
right from the neck all the way to below Ann's waist. In a flash, both of
Ann's breasts flopped free. Paying no heed, Ann jumped on Tina and
once again sat astride her and used her legs to help pin Tina. Ann also
decided that she would not be the only fighter exposed to the crowd,
and with several yanks, freed Tina's breasts from their containment. At
that point the bell signalling the end of the fight rang. Both girls got to
their feet and neither made any attempt to cover up.
.......to be continued.
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