"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 coveri ng.
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 delib erately 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 co nfigured 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 al so 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 awk ward. 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 f or 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 l ifted 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 mout h 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, d own 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 h ad 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 wh ile 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. Neith er 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 w hich 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 simultaneous 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.
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 troup e.
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 tol d 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 aske d 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 over sheer to the waist pantyhose. As she put it on, and there was nothing else unde rneath, 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 att endance. 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 th e 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 A nn 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, th e 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. Abo ut 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. annou nced 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 s he 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 a s 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.