A few weeks later Frank Brooks invited several of the girls on the magazine's staff to spend the weekend on his yacht. Linda was included, and she was very excited. Very few girls were given this privilege.
When Linda arrived aboard the yacht, she immediately noticed two things. Only the most beautiful girls in the office had been invited. And Frank had other company-half a dozen middle-aged men, who looked prosperous and ready for fun.
The explanation wasn't long in coming. Frank herded the girls together at one end of the yacht and told them, "These guys are the leading ad executives in New York, ladies, and we've got to do our best to impress them. I hope you all understand what I mean."
The girls understood all too well. Some of the more experienced of them groaned. And when Frank had strolled off to rejoin the executives, a tall young blonde named Millie spoke to the other girls.
"Why doesn't he just hire a bunch of call girls?" she said disgustedly. "He's so damned cheap, I can't believe it."
Linda was shocked to hear Millie being so outspoken. It could have cost her her job if her words had gotten back to Frank. But the other girls only nodded and laughed, obviously in agreement with Millie. Linda worked up her courage and spoke.
"Excuse me," she said, "but I guess I'm the newest staff member here, and I really don't know the ropes. What did Mr. Brooks mean when he said we had to impress those men?"
"Oh, honey, don't be naive," Millie said. "He already sent you out with Ross Green, didn't he?"
Linda blushed hotly and said, "You mean- Oh, wow, you mean we have to go to bed with those guys?"
"Only if we want to keep our jobs," Millie sighed. "Brooks wants their business real bad. We'll have to give them whatever they want."
Linda had thought she was hardened to life around the "Scene" office, but this newest episode shocked her. Frank Brooks was actually cold blooded enough to order half the female staff to prostitute themselves in order to get more advertisers. It certainly wasn't the glamorous world of publishing Linda had always dreamed about when she was in college.
"Hey, kid, smile," Millie said, patting her on the shoulder. "Remember, anything's worth it if you can keep your job."
There was a note of sarcasm in Millie's voice which Linda understood all too well. She nodded grimly. Then they both plastered big phony smiles on their faces and went to join the other girls, who were already circulating among the ad executives.
One of the men, a pudgy balding little guy who looked like Porky Pig, singed Linda out right away. "Hello there," he said, "my name's Fred Lane. Won't you sit with me?"
"Of course, Mr. Lane," Linda said, hiding her lack of enthusiasm. "I'm Linda Tomson."
A uniformed waiter brought around trays of drinks and food while the guests sat in deck chairs and enjoyed the ride. When they were out of the harbor and well away from other boats, Frank Brooks signaled for attention.
"It's a beautiful hot day, folks," he said with a big grin. "How about a swim?"
Millie leaned over to Linda and whispered, "Hang on, honey, here we go."
Then Millie was standing up and taking off her clothes.
There was laughter and whistles from the men, but it didn't take them long to follow suit. The other girls started undressing, too, right there on the deck. It took Linda a few moments to realize that this was going to be a group nude swim-and then she blushed right down to her toes.
"Shall we get in on the fun, Linda?" Fred Lane said eagerly.
"Oh, uh, yes, of course," Linda stammered.
She and Lane stood up and started to undress. Linda had never felt so embarrassed in her life. She was used to being naked when she made love with one man, but she'd never been part of an orgy before, displaying her body to a whole group of men and women,
She tried to follow Millie's lead. The tall young blonde was skinning out of her pants and shirt as if she did it every day, smiling and chatting. Millie didn't hesitate to unhook her bra and playfully toss it at one of the executives. Then she wriggled out of her panties and stood there stark naked without a blush.
Linda couldn't help gawking-and neither could the men. Millie was something to gawk at. About five-feet-nine, she had a tiny waist and slim curvy hips but very large breasts, great lovely rounds of creamy flesh capped with large cone-shaped pink nipples. Her rather large triangular bush was golden blonde.
"Oh, Christ," one of the executives muttered, "it's giving me a hard-on just to look at her."
If Millie heard the remark, she didn't show it She just smiled and headed for the rail of the boat. Several of the men were naked now, and they trotted after her, pale cocks wagging. Millie led the way in a group dive over the side of the boat.
Meanwhile Linda had removed her pants and shirt and was standing there in just her pink bikini bra and panties. Fred Lane, ogling her hungrily, was down to his jockey torts-and he certainly wasn't anything to write home about. His pink hairless body was practically round, and his balding head shone in the sunlight.
"Come on, Linda," he said eagerly, "let's hit the water."
Linda looked around. Most of the other girls were naked and diving over the side of the boat to join the laughing, shouting crowd in the water. If Linda didn't hurry, she'd be the last girl into the water-and Frank Brooks' scowl told her that would be a mistake. He was still standing there fully clothed, making sure each girl cooperated.
Linda sighed and reached around to unhook her bra. Fred Lane's little blue eyes practically popped out of his head when her huge melon-shaped tits wobbled out into their natural thrust, the light brown nipples pert and pointed. Linda blushed furiously.
But there was nothing to do but cooperate, if she wanted to keep her job. Reluctantly she tugged down her panties and exposed the glossy brown triangle of her bush and the adorable little globes of her ass. Fred swallowed hard, then licked his lips, as he eyed her superb naked body.
"Come on, Fred," Linda said; forcing a grin, "let's go. Last one in is a rotten egg."
"Yes, uh, sure," Fred stammered.
He was so busy ogling Linda's superb tall body that he almost stumbled as he wriggled out of his shorts. Linda glanced at his cock and was not impressed. The limp little peter was no more than an inch long, flopping lewdly from a thin brown bush. His rosy-red balls were flaccid, too, swaying with his movements.
Linda headed for the side of the boat. As she dived off, Frank Brooks gave her the okay sign, showing his approval of her obedience. Linda was powerfully tempted to give him the finger, but she had to concentrate on her dive. She entered the water gracefully, and Fred followed with a big splash.
It wasn't so much a swim as a free-for-alt grope. Linda had a dizzy impression of countless naked tits and cocks and balls and pussies as the men and women laughed and ducked each other and chased each other in the water. Linda felt strange hands copping quick feels of her boobs and snatch. "Say, this is fun, isn't it?" Fred chirped. "Fantastic," Linda said dully.
She swam around, trying to keep out of Fred's reach, watching what the other girls were doing. They were more experienced at carrying out Frank's schemes, and Linda needed to learn from them. They were all smiling like crazy, as if it were the greatest thrill in the world to have their asses and jugs pinched by a bunch of panting middle-aged men.
Millie was being pursued by two guys, and she allowed herself to be caught. One of the men drew her close to him, face to face, and wriggled his pale dick against her soaked blonde muff. The other man swam up behind her and cupped her pert round ass. Millie just giggled.
Linda was so busy watching Millie that she didn't notice Fred sneaking up behind her. She squeaked as he caught her around the waist and pressed close against her. His floppy little cock tickled her bare butt. She felt his pudgy hand creeping between her thighs to caress the sleek flesh of her pussy.
"I hope you and I can be alone together tonight," Fred whispered homely.
Linda could only respond with a strained smile. She felt Fred's fat stiff middle finger creeping right up her cunt. He wriggled it in clear to the last knuckle and probed up and down in cock-like motions. Linda felt a naughty thrill of excitement, even though the little fat man himself didn't turn her on at all.
"Your box is so tight," Fred sighed. "My God, I can hardly wait to be alone with you, Linda."
While Linda was still struggling for words, somebody jumped them, ducking both her and Fred. She managed to wriggle off the impalement of his finger and swim away. So it went for the rest of the swim, Linda trying to elude Fred, only to be tickled and squeezed and felt up by other men. Linda was gad when Frank finally called them all out of the water to have dinner.
But soon after dinner they horny executives began leading the girls away to the privacy of their staterooms. Fred Lane gave Linda a yearning look, and she knew her turn had come. There, was nothing to do but get it over with. She put on her most enticing smile and followed the pudgy little man below decks.
Frank had assigned each executive a small stateroom of his own. There were no rooms for the girls, which meant they had to sleep with a man. Linda noticed that the steward had put her overnight bag in Fred's room. It was all perfectly set up for a love affair-except that she didn't feel a spark of interest in Fred Lane.
"Oh, boy," Fred was saying, "this is the moment I've been waiting for."
Linda smiled weakly and removed the black evening gown she'd worn at dinner. As she was taking off her bra and panties, Fred quickly fumbled out of his suit and underwear. This time his cock wasn't limp. The rather skinny four-inch stalk was stiff and hugging his pudgy belly.
Linda got onto the bed, and Fred scrambled on after her, reaching for her big creamy tits. They overflowed his fat sweaty hands. He pawed the silky jugs eagerly, pressing his flushed face against them, snuffling and snorting with excitement. Linda wished she was as turned on as he was.
"My gosh, you're beautiful," Fred sighed. "It makes me excited just to look at you.
But he was doing a lot more than looking. He pawed and molded her big hot satiny breasts, leaning close to lick her pretty little light brown nipples with his wet red tongue. He soon progressed to sucking the soft little buds, making a loud lewd slurping noise as he sucked them in the steamy heat of his mouth. Still Linda didn't feel at all aroused.
"Gosh, I just can't wait," Fred sighed.
He scrambled lower on the bed and pushed Linda's long legs open. She cooperated, drawing her legs back and bending them at the knees. For a long moment Fred just crouched there and gawked at her lovely scarlet pussy with its dainty fringe of glossy brown curls.
Linda watched him impatiently. She eyed his skinny but rigid little dick and wondered if she'd feel any pleasure at all when he fucked her with it. She was overdue for a good hard balling, but she doubted that Fred's little prick would do her much good.
He gawked and gawked at her wantonly exposed slit, then finally moved forward -and Linda closed her, eyes, waiting to feel his hard little cock working into her dry unaroused box. Instead she felt hot moist breath fanning her pussy. She opened her eyes in surprise and saw Fred's shiny bald head between her thighs.
"Oh, boy," he said in a muffled voice, "you look good enough to eat." He giggled shrilly,
Then he was pressing his mouth against the fragrant soft curls of her bush. Linda gasped and flopped back on the pillows with a wicked little grin. She never minded having her pussy eaten. In fact it was one of her very favorite things. Even fat little Fred could turn her on if he licked her gash.
Fred snuffled around in her pretty little brown muff for awhile, and then Linda felt his slick little tongue tickling through the thick curls to touch the highly sensitive bud of her clit. Even the very first touch of slick tongue-tip to her horny little joy button was enough to make her gasp with pleasure.
"Ummmmm," she murmured.
Fred started to lick her clit, slowly and teasingly at first, then with increasing speed and pressure. He seemed to really get off on it, sighing and slurping and snuffling as if he enjoyed the taste. His slick hot tongue-tip lashed faster and faster on her eager little clit.
"Oh, Fred, YES," Linda gasped, "that feels great.
Fred sighed happily. It was the first time aft night that Linda had really responded to him. He rimmed her hot throbbing clit with the wet tip of his tongue, and Linda squealed with delight. Fred might be a nerd in other respects, but he really knew how to eat pussy.
Linda's cunt cream began to flow, just a hot little trickle at first, but soon a gushing river of steamy juice that soaked her pussy and Fred's face. He snorted with excitement and lapped up her fragrant cunt-cream as fast as it leaked out.
"Yes, eat me," Linda moaned, "eat meeee."
Fred certainly didn't have to be urged. He gobbled up her hot sticky cream, running his wet tongue briskly over the flaming-hot flesh of her pussy, gobbling and lapping and snorting with excitement. But always he returned to her clit, tickling and sucking the hot little button, making Linda moan blissfully.
Finally he pressed his lips hard against her throbbing red clit and began to suck fast and hard. He drew her horny little joy button right into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue and massaged it with his busily sucking lips. Linda groaned in ecstasy and gushed another huge load of hot cunt-cream into his face.
"Oh, my God, YES," she squealed, "suck my clit, Fred, bring me off. Yes, yes, that's so GOOD."
She forgot that he was just a fat little bald guy who'd bored the piss out of her all day. All that counted now was his expert lips frigging her hot little clit closer and closer to orgasm. Linda let her legs fall wide open and arched her body upward, feeding him the eager bud of her clit.
She panted and creamed and clawed the bed in utter bliss as Fred sucked ever faster and harder on her ever-greedy joy button. Completely carried away by lust, she threw her legs around his sweaty neck and locked her feet them, pulling his face even harder into her steamy crotch.
"Come in my mouth," Fred gasped.
Linda was only too happy to grant his wish. He sucked furiously on her glowing-hot clit, and Linda started to come, wailing and writhing.
"Oooooo, YES," she cried, "Ooooooo."
When her climax was over, Fred came up for air, his pudgy face red with lusty effort and shiny with her cream. "Fred, you devil," Linda giggled, "you're the best pussy-eater I ever knew."
"I ought to be," Fred sighed. "That's the only thing my wife lets me do to her."
"WHAT?" Linda exclaimed. "You don't ball?"
"She says we're too old for that," Fred replied wistfully, "but she doesn't mind if I go down on her."
"I imagine not," Linda said dryly, "but what's in it for you? How do you get off?"
"After she's satisfied. I jack off." Fred said with a deep sigh.
Linda could hardly contain her surprise. Here was a rich and powerful man, and his own wife wouldn't even let him fuck her. He could get Frank Brooks running around in circles to please him, but he couldn't even get laid in his own bed. Suddenly Linda felt sorry for the forlorn little fat man.
"Fred," she said, "roll over. I'm going to give you the fuck of your life."
Fred looked excited but unbelieving as he rolled over onto his back. His skinny but rigid little cock poked right up at the ceiling, the swollen purple head oozing big bright bubbles of juice. Linda hurriedly straddled his belly, bringing the soaked mouth of her cunt down the slim stiff stalk of his cock.
"Oh, Christ," Fred moaned, "you're so tight and hot."
"You just relax," Linda purred, "and let me do all the work."
She began to jerk her red-hot gushing cunt up and down the stiff little pole of his cock. Fred moaned ecstatically and flushed pink with arousal. His little blue eyes rolled crazily, and he kept licking his lips and panting as Linda fucked him.
"Do you like this, Fred?" she cooed.
"Are you kidding?" Fred said hoarsely. "I love it. Jesus, yes, ball me, baby, YES."
Linda grinned wickedly, She liked the power she had over him, the power to make him moan and writhe in bliss. She also liked the steady stuffing of her horny little box with his stiff prick. She worked her gushing pussy faster and faster on the impalement of his cock while Fred sighed and moaned.
"I want to touch you," he gasped.
"Anything you want, Fred," Linda grinned.
He reached out and took fistfuls of her big wobbling breasts, molding and squeezing the hot silky flesh while Linda balled him. She'd never seen a guy look so utterly content. She was sure he'd make a good report to Frank Brooks about their love-making.
Sliding her velvety little twat briskly up and down the hard little shaft of his dick, Linda felt herself getting uncontrollably excited. Fred certainly didn't turn her on, but she needed a good stiff fucking more than she'd realized. She leaned forward, getting more delicious friction on her horny little clit.
"Oh, Christ," Fred was moaning, "what a fantastic fuck. Linda, you're too much."
Linda couldn't return the compliment, so she just grinned and worked her hips even faster, till Fred's swollen cock was making a loud lewd squishing noise in her juicy tight box. His face got redder and redder with lust as she fucked him.
That was good, because Linda wanted to give him the fuck of his life, one he'd never forget. It could mean a lot to her career if Fred spoke well of her to Frank. She pumped her gushing pussy furiously on the hard little rod of his cock-and suddenly felt herself starting to come.
"Oh, God," Linda gasped, "I'M COMING."
She ground her pussy helplessly around Fred's rock-hard little dick, and her violently contracting cunt muscles milked his swollen cock. Fred gave a blissful yelp and shot his load, overflowing her small twat with sticky steamy come. They writhed together for long delicious moments before his cock shriveled and slipped out of her.
"Fantastic," Fred sighed. "You're quite a girl, Linda."
"Thank you, Fred," she purred. "You're quite a guy."
That was a lie, of course, but she intended to do everything in her power to impress the man. They spent one more day and night together on the yacht, during which Linda used every trick she knew to excite him in bed. Fred left the yacht party totally exhausted-and grinning blissfully.
Monday morning Frank Brooks called Linda into his office. "The yacht party went very well," he told her, "and we've got contracts with most of the men. You girls did very well, but especially you, Linda. I'll be considering you for promotion next time there's an opening."
Linda went away with that curious empty feeling. Not for the first time, she wondered if her career was worth prostituting her body. She passed Millie in the hallway, and the tall blonde stopped her.
"Hey, honey, why the long face?" Millie asked.
"Oh, I don't know." Linda sighed. "I guess it's what we had to do this weekend."
"Look, kid," Millie said firmly, "would you rather be waiting tables in some greasy spoon? Or stuck home with a flock of runny-nosed little kids? Believe me, this job is worth all the hassle."
In the end Linda had to agree. Her career came before anything-even her ideals.