Several weeks later Linda was hard at work at her desk when the senior editor of "Scene," Martin Graves, asked her to come to his office. Graves, a tall handsome man with thick silver hair, ushered Linda into his private office and closed the door.
"Linda," he said, "I have some rather disturbing news. We're going to have to make some cuts in the staff to save expenses, and the choice is between you and Peggy."
Linda's face fell. She'd thought that gong to bed with Glen Parsons had guaranteed her her job. Since that night she'd balled Glen several times to keep his good will, but apparently it wasn't enough just to win over an assistant editor.
"Mr. Graves," Linda said, "I've wanted this kind of job since I was a little girl. I'll do anything to keep it."
Graves studied her tall voluptuous figure for a moment and then said, "I'll take that into consideration, Linda. Perhaps we could discuss it further over dinner tonight?"
"Of course, Mr. Graves," Linda said, flashing him a big smile.
Linda left Graves' office determined to fight for her place on the staff no matter what she had to do. She'd worked too hard and given up too much for her career to lose her job now. It was just too bad that she had to compete with Peggy, who was a nice friendly girl.
Linda had hardly gotten back to her desk when Martin Graves summoned Peggy to his office. Peggy stayed there much longer than Linda had, almost half an hour. When she came out, her face was flushed and her hair was tousled. Peggy headed straight for the ladies' room, avoiding the glances of the other girls.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Linda followed Peggy into the ladies' room. Peggy, a petite brunette, was leaning against the wall and sobbing.
"Peggy, for heaven's sake, what happened?" Linda said.
"That bastard," Peggy wept. 'That damned Graves. He told me he'd have to cut me from the staff if I didn't make it with him. So I-" She broke into sobs and couldn't continue.
"I get the picture," Linda said grimly. "Right in his office? He made you do it there?"
Peggy nodded miserably. "I never wanted to do it with anyone but Don, my fiance'," she sobbed, "but I didn't want to lose this job."
"I know how you feel," Linda said dully. Peggy sobbed.
She left the ladies room wondering just what to do. Apparently Peggy had beaten her to the draw, fucking Graves right there in his office before Linda had a chance to work on him. Yet Linda still had a dinner date with him. Perhaps she still had a chance to win out over Peggy.
It made her feel a little sick to have to fight with such a nice girl, a girl who could have grown to be her friend-and all to please a man she didn't particularly care for. But to Linda her career came before anything else, even friendship. She was determined to do whatever was necessary to keep her job with "Scene."
That night, after she and Martin Graves had had dinner at a very posh restaurant, Graves drove her to his apartment. Linda noted wryly that Glen Parsons had at least told her where they were going when he took her home to seduce her. Graves didn't even bother to mention their destination.
He had a twelfth-floor suite in a modern high-rise building, tastefully furnished and equipped with every convenience. Linda accepted his offer of a drink and took a seat before the huge picture window with its spectacular view of Manhattan.
"This decision is very difficult for me, Linda," Martin said as he joined her with their drinks. "Both you and Peggy are excellent workers, but we just can't afford such a large staff. Cuts will have to be made."
"I understand, Mr. Graves," Linda said nervously sipping her drink. "But I think I'm the girl for the job."
Martin Graves frowned and said, "Perhaps so, but Peggy is really desperate to keep her job, too. In fact she made a considerable sacrifice today to keep it."
Linda reddened but managed to keep her voice cool and calm. "I know," she said, "I heard about that."
Martin looked at her intently and said, "And what do you think?"
"I think I can do better," Linda said.
Martin's steely-blue eyes ran up and down her gorgeous young body. Linda was dressed in a neatly tailored red suit, perfectly proper yet outlining every curve of her tall body. The senior editor's eyes focused on the ripe thrust of her big breasts.
"Linda," he said, "if you can do better than Peggy, prove it."
"Of course. Mr. Graves," Linda said.
Her voice was calm, but inside she was frightened and anxious. She'd hardly had any sexual experience at all, only with her immediate boss Glen Parsons, and now she had to impress this experienced older man. She'd have to do better than Peggy whatever Peggy had done. Her whole career depended on her performance tonight.
Linda smiled and began to unbutton the jacket of her suit. Martin Graves sat back in his chair and watched, sipping his drink, perfectly at ease. As Linda opened her jacket and started unbuttoning her blouse, she wondered how many other young women Graves had had up to his apartment to prove their abilities.
She wondered if the other young women had felt the same self-disgust she did at playing into Graves' hand. By all rights he should have chosen between her and Peggy on the basis of their work and talent, not on the basis of their performance in bed. It was a dirty rotten business, but Linda saw no choice but to play the game.
When she'd unbuttoned her blouse she reached around and unhooked her bra and drew it up aver her big ripe melon-shaped tits. Martin Graves' eyes widened and he leaned forward in his chair to stare at her lovely young breasts with their little light brown nipples.
Though it made her acutely uncomfortable, Linda just sat there and let him stare. She needed every advantage, and she knew her spectacular figure was one of them. Poor Peggy hardly had any tits at all. So let Graves sit there and feast his eyes. Linda was certainly in no hurry to go to bed with him.
"My dear," he said at last, his voice a little husky with horny excitement, "why don't you take off all your clothes for me? You have a lovely body. I'd like to see it all."
"Whatever you want, Mr. Graves," Linda purred.
She hated herself for the way she was playing up to the guy, but what was her alternative? She could go back to her home town and wait tables or pound a typewriter for slave's wages. No, she wanted a glamorous career in publishing, and, by God, she was going to get it.
Linda stood up and quickly shucked her jacket, blouse and bra. She kicked off her red high-heeled shoes and reached up under her skirt to remove her pantyhose. Graves tried to peek up her skirt, but she was careful not to let him see anything. She wanted to tease and tantalize him, to make him hotly eager for her.
Next she unzipped her skirt and let it waft to the rug. She stood there wearing only a skimpy pair of blue bikini panties. Graves' blue eyes weren't cold any more. They glistened lustily as they took in her gorgeous young body, dancing from the pout of her mons up to the firm thrust of her large creamy-white breasts.
At last she got a rise out of Graves. "For God's sake, hurry and take off your panties," he said hoarsely. "I'm getting older. The suspense isn't good for my heart."
Linda smiled and began to inch down her panties. She thought Graves was going to fall out of his chair, he was leaning so far forward. He licked his lips and began to redden with lust. When she tugged the panties down over the cute little rounds of her ass, he sighed loudly.
"My God, you're gorgeous," he said,
Linda just smiled and pulled her panties down over the pretty little brown triangle of her muff. As the panties slithered down her legs, Graves turned beet red with horny excitement. She stepped out of her panties and stood there stark naked, letting him ogle her superb figure.
Graves must have stared at her for a full minute. It was like he'd never seen a girl before. Linda knew she had a good body, but she hadn't realized it was THAT good. Very well, she'd use her lovely body whenever she had to to further her career. She'd use any weapon she needed, in fact.
Graves finally got to his feet and said shakily, "Undress me, please."
It was the first time he'd said "please" since she'd met him. It gave Linda a sense of power to upset this wealthy older man. He swayed dizzily a she walked toward him, his eyes focusing hotly on her big wobbling jugs. Something about her was turning him on like crazy, and she intended to take full advantage of it.
Smiling enticingly, Linda moved up close to Graves and removed his tie and jacket and shirt. For a man near fifty, he was in good shape, his chest broad and tan, his antis well-muscled. Linda helped him out of his shoes and socks, ten reached for the buckle of his belt.
For the first time that evening she felt a little lusty interest. She was still intensely interested in cocks, since she'd seen only one prick in her whale life, Glen's. She wondered if Graves' dick would be bigger or smaller. Quickly she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.
Graves' pants fell to the floor, and Linda saw that his jockey shorts were tented with a stiff erection. She grinned as she tugged the shorts down. Graves was hot for her, all right. She got his shorts off and gawked shamelessly at his cock, which hugged his belly in a fierce erection.
Graves' prick was about the same size as Glen's, maybe six inches, but not as thick, It sprouted from a nest of crisp silver hairs. The stalk was milky-pale and laced with little blue veins, the head swollen and purple. From the little slit mouth of his cock-head bright bubbles of juice oozed.
Linda glanced down at his nut sacs and saw that they weren't as big as Glen's. The fat little sacs were rosy red and swollen up tight, lightly thatched with silver ham. As with Glen, she couldn't decide if the whole apparatus was handsome or ugly.
Linda got to her feet, her big melon-shaped tits swaying enticingly. Graves was still staring at her as if he couldn't believe she was real. Linda smiled, looked him right in the eyes, and brushed back her long thick brown hair. Graves moaned softly as he watched the sway and bounce of her lovely big breasts.
"Let's go in the bedroom now," he said hoarsely.
Linda followed him down the carpeted hall and into the bedroom. The king-size bed was turned down, showing white satin sheets. She saw her own body reflected in the dresser mirror, and she was surprised at how good she looked. She'd never really studied her body before, but now she began to understand why men went wild over it.
Graves got onto the bed, and Linda followed, stretching out beside him. In everything she did, she tried to appear cool and confident, but inside she was very nervous. Graves would be only the second man she'd fucked, after all. And only three weeks ago she'd been a virgin.
That time seemed far away when Graves turned to her and cupped her big warm boobs. Glen had already taught her a few things, and one of them was to smile enticingly while a man touched her body, to fake excitement even when she didn't feel it. As Graves ran his hands eagerly over her silky firm tits, she began her performance.
"Ummmmm," Linda murmured.
"You like me to touch your breasts?" Graves said eagerly.
"Ummm, yes, it's nice," Linda purred.
Graves looked delighted. He squeezed her big boobs in his slightly sweaty hands. Her breasts were so large that they overflowed his palms, but that only seemed to increase his excitement. He molded and fondled her lovely milk-white jugs, sighing and licking his lips.
Linda looked on without much interest. She wondered how it would be to make love with a man who really turned her on. She'd quickly lost her attraction to Glen when she realized he was only using her, and Graves didn't do a thing for her. She just wanted to ball him and get it over with.
"You've been balling Parsons, haven't you?" Graves said abruptly.
Linda reddened but quickly recovered her poise. "Why, Mr. Graves," she said with a grin, "that would be telling, wouldn't it?"
Graves nodded approvingly. "Good girl," he said. "I wouldn't want anyone on my staff who told about her affairs. I just asked you that to test you.
Linda stifled a yawn as he went back to squeezing her big ripe tits, but her interest picked up when he lowered his face to her boobs and began kissing and licking them. Glen had never done that to her, and it felt very pleasant. It felt even better when he captured her left nipple between his lips and began sucking on it.
"Ummmmmm," Linda murmured-and this time she wasn't faking it.
Graves sucked her dainty brown nipple all the way into his mouth and tickled it with the wet tip of his tongue. He sucked on her little bud loudly and greedily, like a hungry puppy. Linda was surprised to feel hot streaks of pleasure shooting right from her sensitive nipple down to her pussy.
As Graves sucked faster and faster on her tender little nipple, the soft bud blossomed into stiff erection and her pussy started to grow warm and moist. Graves let her spit-soaked erect nipple pop from his lips and dived for the other nipple, quickly sucking it into stiffness. Linda's interest was growing by the second. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad fucking him after all.
"Beautiful," Graves sighed as he let her second nipple pop from his mouth. "You're the most beautiful thing I've seen in a long time. I want to see all of you."
He moved down and opened her legs. Linda hated to have him stare at her naked pussy, but it was important to please him, so she allowed him to separate her legs widely, bending them at the knee. Graves gawked hungrily at her lovely ripe-red slit with its delicate fringe of brown glossy curls.
Linda couldn't help blushing when she thought about what he was seeing. She'd taken a look with a hand mirror recently to see what Glen was so interested in. Graves was seeing the same things, the bright red bump of her clit, her plump pink cunt-lips, the little shadowed mouth of her twat, and even the tiny wrinkled mouth of her asshole.
"Gorgeous," he said earnestly, "a really lovely pussy. Some of them are quite ugly, you know. But you're beautiful all over."
Linda felt ever more confident that she could use her body to get ahead in the publishing business. But she forgot her ambitions for the moment when Graves began playing with her pretty scarlet pussy. He trailed his fingers lightly over her sensitive little clit and pussylips and Linda felt a little quiver of excitement.
Graves began worming a stiff middle finger up her cunt. Linda gasped and sighed as she felt the stiff finger entering her like a miniature cock. Though she didn't care much for Glen, there'd been plenty of times when she'd gotten off on his love-making. Above all, she loved having her pussy played with.
"Ahhhhh," Linda sighed.
Graves had worked his finger clear to the last knuckle in her tight moist twat. It felt really nice, especially when he started to move his finger up and down in cock-like motions. Linda moaned softly and began to cream around his finger.
"You like that. Good," Graves said.
He pumped faster, finger-fucking her into a hot state of arousal. Linda was surprised at how fast it happened. One minute she'd been yawning, and now she was panting and wriggling her hips and ass in horny excitement. Graves' thick stiff finger felt terrific as it pumped faster and faster in her creaming twat.
"Yes, yes," she gasped, "I like that. Oh, yes, please don't stop."
Through fluttering lashes she saw that Graves was watching her intently while he frigged her cunt with his finger. He looked almost gleeful, as if he enjoyed having power over her. Well, the laugh was on him, because it was Linda who had the power. She knew now that her fantastic young body would get her anything she wanted.
Still it felt damned good to just lie there and let him turn her on with his briskly pumping finger. As she got more and more amused, her greedy little box tightened around his finger and gushed more and more hot sticky cream. To encourage him, Linda reached down and grasped his stiff cock and started to pump it in her fist.
That was a mistake. It excited him too much. Graves whipped his cream-soaked finger out of her cunt and said hoarsely, "Your box is so tight and hot. I've just got to have you now.
Linda didn't mind too much. His naughty finger-fucking had gotten her pretty horny, and she was more than ready for his hard drooling prick. She smiled and opened her long legs as wide as she could, inviting him to ball her.
"No, no, my dear," Graves said with a grin, "that's the old-fashioned way. I want you on your hands and knees."
Linda rolled over, blushing. Glen had done it to her only one way, and she felt so exposed poking her pert little butt up in the air and displaying the rich red flesh of her pussy. Graves knelt behind her and grasped her slim hips for balance. She felt the big hard head of his cock pressing against the tight wet mouth of her cunt.
"You want my cock in you, don't you?" he panted.
"Ohhh, yes," Linda sighed, "please hurry."
She was only partly faking. Graves didn't excite her much, but her horny little cunt didn't care where its pleasure came from, so long as it got a good stiff fucking. As Graves snorted with excitement and shoved his rigid dick into her, Linda moaned with pleasure.
"Yes, yes," she cried, "do it to meeee."
Now she wasn't faking at all. Graves was too excited to be gentle, and he fucked her hard from the start, jerking his stiff prick fast and deep in her creamy little box. Linda wanted it that way. She liked the almost brutal force of his balling.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, "do it to me hard. Oh, God, that's good."
"Jesus," Graves panted, "you're so damned tight. I never fucked such a tight box before."
Linda didn't tell him she'd been a virgin until just this month. As long as her tight young cunt pleased him, nothing else mattered. He had to like balling her more than he did Peggy. She added to his excitement by clawing the bed and wailing her pleasure.
"Fuck me," she moaned, "fuck me HARD."
Graves obeyed, sweat dripping off his body as he rammed her ever harder with his stiff dick. In just a few minutes Linda was coming, her powerful young cunt muscles gripping and squeezing his cock. Graves yelped and began to shoot his load, his frantically jerking prick intensifying Linda's climax.
At last his cock shriveled and slipped out of her, and he rolled away with a happy sigh. "Linda, my dear," he said, "you have that job for sure, You're a much better lay than poor little Peggy."
"Thank you, Mr. Graves," Linda said sweetly.
Suddenly she wanted to punch him in the mouth and tell him what she really thought of him. She wouldn't do it, of course, but she felt sick over the way she was prostituting herself to keep her job. She hated the way she'd had to compete with Peggy, a person she'd liked much more than Glen Parsons or Martin Graves.
The next morning at work Glen Parsons passed her desk and gave her a wistful look. Already the word had gone out that she now belonged to Martin Graves, Glen's superior. His hurt look was uncomfortable enough for Linda, but it was worse when Peggy came to empty her desk and leave the office for good.
As Peggy passed Linda's desk on her way out, she turned to Linda with tears of rage and hissed, "You dirty bitch, I hope you're proud of yourself."
Linda was to remember those words for a long time.