Linda wondered what "big plans" Frank Brooks had for her, but it was almost a week before she found out. Frank had been out of town again, but as soon as he returned, he summoned Linda to his office.
"Hello, beautiful," he said, "how'd you like to go out to dinner tonight?"
"Oh, Frank, I'd love to," Linda said. "When will you pick me up?"
Frank laughed and said, "You're not going out with me, honey. You're going with an acquaintance of mine. Wear that black dress. I want you to really impress him."
Linda stared. She wasn't caught off guard very often any more, but now she was puzzled. "I don't understand," she said. "Who is this person I'm supposed to go out with? Why am I supposed to impress him?"
Frank sighed and said, "You've got a lot to learn, baby. But I'll spell it out for you. This magazine depends on advertising for most of its money, and we want to attract the biggest ad firms. This guy you're going out with, Ross Green, heads one of the biggest. I want you to do everything to please him-and I mean everything."
Linda reddened, something else she didn't do much any more. "Do I understand you right?" she said, "You want me to go to bed with a complete stranger, just so you can get his business?"
"You've got it," Frank said. "Oh, come on, Linda, don't look so damned shocked. You slept around to get this job. Now you can sleep around to keep it."
Linda slunk back to her desk, feeling as if Frank had slapped her. He was right, of course. She'd given up her virginity to get her job, she'd balled strange men to keep the job-so why not one more? But she'd been fond of Frank, half in love with him, and now he was treating her like a plaything which could be discarded or given away when he was tired of it.
"All right, dammit," Linda said grimly to herself, "to hell with him. I'll show him I can do the job. I'm no child."
By the time her date arrived that evening; Linda had put Frank Brooks out of her mind. Falling in love was ridiculous, anyhow, when she wanted to devote herself.to a career. From now on, she decided, she'd be very careful not to get emotionally involved with the men she fucked. It would be strictly business.
Ross Green, head of one of New York's biggest advertising agencies, was in his early forties, balding, and getting thick around the waist. Physically he didn't do anything at all for Linda, but he had a charming and energetic manner, and they had a pleasant enough evening dining and dancing.
As they were getting into a cab to go home, Ross said, "I'd love to take you to my place, Linda, but I don't think my wife would understand."
Linda choked back her pride and said sweetly, "Very well, Ross, well go to my place."
"Great," Ross said, his eyes sweeping over her tall lovely figure.
Linda could have killed Frank Brooks for sticking her with a married man. She'd had no warning about that. But then, after all, it didn't matter, because the only point was to charm the socks off Green and get him to buy advertising space in "Scene." Linda tried to shut out all other thoughts.
At her small but cleverly decorated apartment, Linda made drinks for herself and Ross, and they sat together on the couch. Linda was tense, waiting for Ross to make a pass at her, though outwardly she was calm and collected. She was getting better and better these days at masking her true feelings.
"Frank is certainly going all out to get my business, isn't he?" Ross said with a chuckle. "You're the prettiest girl 'he's ever set me up with."
Linda flushed slightly and said, "Oh, he's tried before?"
"Yes," Ross chuckled, "and this time I think he's going to succeed."
He reached for Linda, pulling her into his arms and kissing her hungrily. She made herself go limp, faking submission, and allowed Ross to work his wet tongue deep into her mouth. She felt nothing but the desire to fuck him and get it over with-but she knew she was going to have to be damned good. This man wasn't easily persuaded.
Ross kissed her lingeringly, nuzzling her face and ears and neck. Linda purred in meek contentment, caressing his rather pudgy body. Then he began pawing her big ripe breasts, fondling them eagerly through the thin material of her gown. Linda felt not a spark of arousal, but she pretended to be growing hornier by the second.
When she thought the moment was right, she murmured, "Ross, why don't we go into my bedroom?"
"I have a better idea," Ross said. "Why don't you just kneel down here and suck me off?"
Linda's face flamed. She'd thought that at the very least she'd get a decent fuck out of this assignment, and now the bastard just wanted her to blow him. He hadn't even asked her to undress. Linda felt like some kind of machine for pleasing men. Certainly none of them ever took her feelings into account.
But she reminded herself that this was strictly business. "Of course, Ross," she purred, "whatever you want."
Linda slipped off the couch and sank to her knees before Ross Green, who was grinning broadly. He separated his legs and Linda eased herself between them and reached for his fly. She tugged the zipper down, opened his pants, tugged down his shorts.
Ross' cock was absolutely limp, just a little wrinkled nub of pale flesh almost hidden in a brown-and-grey bush. The sight didn't particularly arouse Linda. She liked to see big stiff cocks, swollen and drooling. But she faked excitement as she reached out and took his tiny flaccid dick in her hand.
Leaning forward, Linda brought the soft wrinkled prick up to her lips and slowly sucked it all the way into her wet steamy mouth. Ross gave a little sigh of contentment as he felt his meat being sucked into the juicy hot space. Linda drew her cheeks in hard, trapping his dick in a velvety nest.
"Ahhhh, yes," Ross sighed, "that's great. You just suck me, baby, bring me off."
Linda would have sighed, too, if her mouth hadn't been full of cock. But it would have been a sigh of impatience. She was only human, and sometimes she got horny, too. She wished Ross wanted to ball instead of getting a head job. But there was nothing to be done about it. Business was business.
Linda began to suck on his soft warm prick, slowly at first, lashing the stubby wrinkled meat with the tip of her tongue. Then gradually she increased the speed and force of her sucking, drawing the flaccid meat out like elastic, letting it snap back.
"Oh, Jesus," Ross gasped.
His breathing got hard and heavy as Linda sucked faster and faster on his soft little cock. Her saliva boiled around his dick, her tongue lashed the sensitive cock-head, and her sucking got stronger and swifter by the second. Soon she was making a lewd wet slurping noise, as if she were starved for his meat.
Nothing could have been further from the truth. As she sucked, Linda's mind wandered. She couldn't help thinking back to uncomplicated lovers like Glen and Martin who just wanted to ball, no fancy stuff. She couldn't help envisioning their big hard cocks and wishing she had one of them right now.
Frank and Ross were a different story. The more rich and powerful the man, it seemed, the harder it was for him to get it up. Men like Frank and Ross had had so many women, so many thrills, that they'd gotten jaded, and it took an awful lot to get them aroused any mom.
Linda felt rather sorry for them. But wasn't she getting that way herself?
"Suck me, baby, suck me," Ross was moaning. Linda forced herself to keep her mind on her work.. After all, this was a pretty important assignment. If she gave Ross a totally good blow job, he'd buy space in the magazine and Linda would be rewarded with a promotion or a raise.
Those weren't the sexiest thoughts in the world, but they encouraged Linda to suck even faster on Ross' limp little dick, drawing it into her steamy wet mouth till his rosy wrinkled balls flapped against her chin. Ross whimpered with pleasure.
"Oh, Christ, yes," he sighed. "You're getting me really excited, sweetheart. Not many women can do that."
Linda believed him. She'd already been sucking his prick for five minutes, and he wasn't hard yet. She wondered what it would take to do the job. Her mouth and jaws ached from sucking, but she didn't give up. The lewd slurping noise got even louder as she furiously sucked his silky wrinkled dick.
"Yes, yes," Ross panted, "just a little more. My God, you're good. Frank really picked a winner this time."
Linda longed to stop and catch her breath, but that would have shown what an amateur she was when it came to giving head. Grimly she kept sucking his droopy little dick, and at last her efforts were rewarded. She felt the little nub twitch and then lurch on her tongue as it started to stiffen,
"More, more," Ross gasped. "Blow me really hard now."
Linda obeyed, giving it everything she had, and Ross' cock finally ballooned into a stiff five-inch pole of flesh, the head swelling up as big as a golf ball. That increased Linda's interest considerably. She let the big fat head of his cock poke right into her silky hot throat. Through practice she'd learned to do that without gagging.
"Ohhhh, Christ," Ross moaned, "now it's really getting good. I want to come in your mouth. Keep sucking."
His meat had thickened so much that her lips were achingly stretched, but Linda kept on sucking, thinking only of the rewards Frank might give her for pleasing this man. His cock-head started to drool tasty drops of juice, and his nut sacs fattened and stiffened against her chin.
"Play with my balls, too," Ross groaned.
Still sucking furiously on his big stiff dick, Linda reached up and cupped the hot bags of his nuts. She gave the taut sacs a gentle but steady massager squeezing them in her hot little hands. Roes moaned with pleasure and dribbled more salty cock-juice onto her tongue.
"Fantastic," he sighed, "best blow job I ever had."
Linda thought of herself just a few months ago, an innocent and eager virgin just out of college who'd wanted to get ahead in the publishing business. If that girl could have looked ahead and seen the Linda of today, she'd have fled screaming. It was an entirely new Linda who knelt before this pudgy middle-aged man and sucked his dick. The new Linda was hard, experienced, and ambitious as hell.
She'd saved her best trick for last, too. Looking up at Ross, she decided he was just about ready to come. His pudgy face was red with horny excitement, his eyes rolling crazily, his mouth twisted in a lusty grin. Linda drew his erect and throbbing prick even farther into her throat and then tightened her silky slick throat muscles around the sensitive head of his cock.
"Awwwww," Ross bellowed.
He seized her head and held it in place while he frantically fucked her mouth and throat. Linda didn't like it, but fortunately it took him just another second to come. He jerked his stiff prick furiously in her hot slick throat, then shot a huge load of steamy jism. Linda swallowed every bit of it, making a horny gurgling noise as she ate his come.
At last his shriveled dick slipped from her mouth, and Ross slumped back on the couch with a loud sigh. "Fantastic!" he said. "Really a fantastic head job, honey."
"Thank you, Mr. Green," Linda said demurely. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I hope we'll be seeing you around the office soon."
Green laughed and said, "Not so fast, honey. We're not finished yet. You're good, I admit. In fact you're great. But Frank knows that it takes an awful lot to sell me. So let's have a couple of drinks and then do it again."
Linda tried to conceal her dismay. Faking a smile, she mixed two more drinks and brought them over to the couch. She wished Ross would go home. How in hell did he expect to make love with that poor little limp prick? He'd already come once, and it would be a miracle to get him hard again tonight.
"You know," Ross mused as he sipped his drink, "maybe I'm spoiled. I'm married to my second wife now, and she's very young. Young enough to be my daughter, in fact. Anyhow, she'll do anything for me in bed. Anything. So it takes a lot to impress me."
I get the message, creep, Linda thought angrily. She was supposed to work her ass off pleasing this balding fat bastard, and even then she couldn't be sure he'd do business with the magazine.
But outwardly she smiled enticingly and purred, "I understand, Mr. Green, and I assure you, I'll do my best to please you."
Green eyed her gleefully and said, "All right, my dear, let's make a deal. You get me hard again tonight, and I'll give Frank the deal he wants."
"You're on," Linda said with a wicked grin.
Getting that poor little limp cock hard again had seemed impossible, until she got a sudden inspiration. Hurrying to the kitchen, Linda grabbed a carton of whipped cream and returned to the couch, where she began lathering the thick white cream on Ross' flaccid prick. He watched her with amusement.
"Well," he said, "I've read about it, but I never tried it."
Linda just grinned, not wanting him to know that she'd never tried it, either. When his limp nub of a cock was deeply lathered with the thick cream, she bent down and sucked it hard into her mouth. She began gobbling up the cream with a loud wet gurgling noise, squeezing and sucking and lapping Ross' fat little cock.
"Oh, Christ," Ross yelped.
Linda chuckled to herself. Her crazy trick was working even better than she'd dreamed. Ross had obviously enjoyed having the cool cream spread all over his dick, and he was getting off even more on her noisy hard sucking. His pudgy face flushed with lusty excitement, and he moaned steadily, hoarsely, as she sucked his cock clean of the whipped cream.
"My God, my God," he muttered, "this is incredible."
Linda reached up and tickled his flaccid red balls as she sucked his cock. Ross flinched and moaned, and his face split in a horny grin. Linda's glossy brown head bobbed furiously up and down over his lap as she sucked his cock faster and faster.
"You crazy little cunt," Ross chuckled, "I think you're actually going to do it. I think you're going to get me hard again.
Linda sincerely hoped so. It could mean a big break for her career if she won Ross' bet and got his cock stiff again. She sucked the rubbery meat hard, drawing it out, releasing it, repeating the motion again and again. Ross slumped lower on. the couch, trying to feed his dick right down her throat.
"Jesus, yes, suck it," he moaned.
Linda obliged, drawing his soft cock-meat right into her tight silky throat. She tickled his flopping balls faster and faster. Ross yelped with pleasure and seized her head again and started to fuck her mouth.
"Umpf," Linda gasped.
She could hardly breathe with him holding her head in place and slamming his pudgy belly against her nose. He waked his cock frantically in her mouth and throat, and just when Linda thought she'd suffocate, his cock finally began to stiffen.
"Yes," Ross panted, "yes. Oh, Jesus."
With great relief Linda felt his dick growing long and thick and hard in her mouth. Her ordeal couldn't last much longer now. His balls ballooned into taut fat bags, and his cock-head swelled up hard and knobby in her throat. At last Ross sighed and sat back, his erect cock popping out of her mouth and slapping wetly against his belly.
"Well," he laughed, "will you look at that?"
Linda was looking. Ross had a rather thick and stubby five-inch cock, not as big as the others she'd seen, but plenty hard and ready. Her pussy moistened and swelled as she thought of taking that fat dick into her needy little cunt. Ross himself didn't turn her on, but she was overdue for a good hard fucking.
"You did it," Ross was saying in amazement. "Even my wife can't get me up twice in one evening. So, my dear you won the bet. Frank gets our business."
Linda beamed. Now all her trouble and effort were rewarded. All she had to do was finish the job. "Would you like me to suck you off again, Mt Green?" she cooed.
He chuckled and said, "No, I'm ready for something different. Why don't you take off your clothes?"
Linda jumped to her feet and quickly drew down the long zipper at the back of her dress. The long black gown puddled at her ankles, and she stepped out of it wearing only her little black lace panties. Quickly she wriggled out of the panties and stood before Ross stark naked.
Ross was speechless with awe. His eyes swept feverishly over her tall voluptuous figure, taking in her big melon-shaped breasts and the pretty little puff of her glossy brown bush. Linda knew by now that she had a fantastic body, and she flaunted it, turning slowly in front of him.
Finally Ross found his voice. He flopped onto his back, erect prick pointing at the ceiling, and said hoarsely, "Get on top of me. Fuck me."
He wasn't the most enticing sight, a pudgy red-faced balding man still fully clothed except for the obscene protuberance of his prick. But Linda didn't hesitate to spring onto the couch and straddle his belly, bringing the moist little mouth of her twat down on the stiff pole of his dick.
"Jesus, yes," Ross whined.
Linda had never fucked in that position before, and it made her feel self-conscious, for Ross could watch her big heavy tits wobbling as she fucked him, and he could watch his own pale stiff cock zipping in and out between her fur-fringed pussylips. But Linda did her work, jerking her hips up and down, working his rigid rod in her juicy snug box.
"Christ, yes, it's good," Ross gasped. "Your cunt is really tight, baby. Fuck me hard now."
He didn't do a bit of work, just lay back grinning and panting while Linda slammed her juicy little twat up and down the stiff pole of his cock. It was a new experience for Linda, but she enjoyed it, for her little greedy box was overdue for a stiff poking.
'It didn't take her long to come, either. Men used her, but she also knew how to use men, frigging her horny little cunt furiously on the stiff impalement of Ross' dick. As she got off, her powerful young cunt muscles tightened around his cock and squeezed hard.
"Ahhhh," Linda sighed, "Ummmmm."
"JESUS," Ross yelped.
Her squeezing cunt brought him off, too. As soon as he finished coming, Linda got off him and dressed. Her work was done, and she wanted nothing more to do with the man. She wondered wistfully how it would be to make love with a man she actually liked. Maybe she'd never know. Ross dressed, patted her on the ass, and left without a word.
The next morning she was called into Frank Brooks' office right away.
Frank was beaming. "You must have done a helluva job, Linda," he said. "Ross Green called first thing this morning and bought a lot of space in the magazine. This means a raise for you, honey,"
"Thank you, Frank," Linda said.
She should have been pleased and excited, but somehow she just felt empty. She'd done it again, prostituted and humiliated herself in order to advance her career, and though her efforts were rewarded, she didn't feel very good about it.
Then Linda sighed and straightened her shoulders, and marched back to her desk. She had her job, after all, and wasn't that all that mattered?