A month after the yacht party, Frank Brooks called the female staff together and announced that there was one opening for an assistant editor of "Scene." "The most qualified girl will be chosen," Brooks said. "I'll announce my decision in a week."
Millie and Linda exchanged cynical glances. They both knew what "most qualified" meant-the girl who balled Frank Brooks the best. The other women staff members seemed to understand that, too, judging from the determined looks on their faces.
"Well, kid," Millie said to Linda, "I hope this isn't the end of our friendship, but may the best girl win." She laughed bitterly.
Linda wanted to say "good luck" to Millie, but she couldn't get the words out because she really didn't mean it. Much as she liked Millie, she wanted that assistant editorship for herself. It was the best job a woman could possibly get on the staff of "Scene."
The girls on the staff started making frequent visits to Frank Brooks' office, and most of them stayed half an hour and came out flushed and tousled. Linda hung back from trying for the job so blatantly. She didn't want to do the same thing as the other girls, just walking into Brooks' office and stripping. She was looking for a bigger, better plan that would guarantee her the job.
A few days before the deadline, she finally found her plan. She read in the paper that Harrison White, publisher of "Scene" and other magazines, would be in town briefly on his way to Europe. The publisher, of course, was much more influential than a mere editor like Frank Brooks.
That evening Linda dressed carefully in a neat blue suit and went to the hotel where Harrison White was staying. She had to argue her way through several clerks and secretaries, but finally she found herself in White's huge suite. Another secretary, the man who was White's personal aide, came into the room.
"I don't know what all this is about, young lady," he said, "but Mr. White is an extremely busy man, so it had better be important."
"It's very important," Linda said gravely. And of course it was-to her. "I must see Mr. White in private."
"Very well," the secretary said, "come this way. He can spare you five minutes."
If Linda's plan worked, the visit was going to last a lot longer than five minutes. She followed the secretary into a large bedroom. There was also a desk in the room, and a tall white-haired man was seated at it, going over some papers. He looked up in annoyance as Linda and the secretary entered the room.
"Sir," the secretary said, "this is Miss Linda Tomson. She says it's urgent that she speak to you in private"
Harrison White glared at Linda. He was in his sixties, tan and fit but definitely aging. His white hair was thin, his once-handsome face lined and tired. He was dressed in a neat dark blue suit. He reminded Linda of a stem professor.
"Very well," White snapped, "but make it quick, Miss Tomson."
The secretary left the room, and Linda approached Harrison White's desk, swinging her hips just slightly to show off her spectacular figure. If White noticed anything, he didn't show it. He just went on glaring.
"Now just what is it you want?" he snapped.
"I want to give you an exhibition of colossal gall," Linda said. "The way you order everybody around, you probably don't see much of that. I thought it might amuse you."
The trace of a smile flickered across White's face, and he said, "You're right, it might be amusing. Go ahead, show me how much gall you have, Miss Tomson."
Linda smiled and said, " 'Scene' is about to hire a woman assistant editor. I want to be the one. I'm very well qualified already, but I know it isn't just my literary talent that will be considered. I'm prepared to do anything you want to get that job."
White's smile faded. "You're asking me to go over Frank Brooks' head," he said. "Why should I do that?"
"You're the big boss, aren't you?" Linda said. "And besides, Mr. White, why should Frank have all the fun? How long since you slept with a girl my age?"
She held her breath waiting for his response. She'd made her big daring speech, and now it was up to Harrison White to decide her fate. She knew Frank wouldn't choose her for the job. He was tired of her. Everything depended on the magazine's aging publisher.
White studied her for a long time and then said. "You certainly do have gall, Miss Tomson. But I admire that. None of the other girls thought of coming to me. Yes, I admire your nerve, so I'm going to give you a chance. Go lock the bedroom door."
As Linda moved to obey, White spoke into the intercom on his desk: "Peterson, no calls or visitors for the next half hour."
Linda locked the door, her heart pounding. She was relieved that White had accepted her proposition, but she still had to prove herself. A man with his wealth and power must have had thousands of women, and he wouldn't be easily impressed.
"All right, Miss Tomson." Harrison White said briskly, "undress. Let's get on with it. I have a lot to do."
Linda approached within a few feet of his desk and started unbuttoning her suit jacket. White looked at her calmly, almost coldly. If he felt any arousal for her, he didn't show it. Those cold grey eyes made Linda uncomfortable as she drew off her jacket and began unbuttoning her white silk blouse.
"You've slept with Frank, I assume," White said.
"Yes, sir," Linda said, blushing.
"And your other bosses on the staff?" he said.
"Yes, sir," Linda said. She felt terribly ashamed to make those admissions, but she didn't want White to catch her in any lies.
"And how do you feel about having to sleep with your bosses in order to keep your job?" White asked.
Linda's face flamed as she prepared to make the most shameful admission of all. "I wish I didn't have to do it," she said, "but I don't mind all that much if it helps my career. I'll do anything for my career."
White smiled grimly. "You're a very determined young lady," he said. "You'll probably go very far. I just wonder if it will make you happy in the long run."
Linda was to remember that remark for a long time. But at the moment she didn't think much about it. She drew off her blouse and displayed her tightly-packed white lace bikini bra. She thought she detected a flicker of interest in White's eyes as he glanced at her ripe cleavage. She reached for the zipper of her skirt and tugged it down.
The skirt wafted to the floor, and Linda stepped out of it and kicked off her shoes. Now she was wearing only her bra and a pair of white lace bikini panties. White didn't move or look excited, but he didn't take his eyes off Linda's tall lush figure as she reached around and unhooked her bra and drew it off
Linda's magnificent big breasts tumbled out of their tight confinement and settled into their natural firm thrust. Harrison White coolly eyed the large creamy-white melons and the soft little light brown nipples. Linda moved slightly, making her big tits quiver enticingly, but still the old man showed no sign of lust.
She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly drew the little lacy garment down. As the first glossy brown muff hairs popped into view, she thought that once again White showed a trace of interest. It was hard to tell, though. He was used to hiding his real thoughts.
Linda slipped the panties down over the delicious little rounds of her butt, down over the fluffy brown triangle of her bush, and let the little garment slither to the floor. She stepped out of her panties stark naked and stood before the cool-eyed aid publisher.
"Very nice," White said at last, though he didn't sound enthusiastic. "Now kindly take my clothes off. I'm an old man, and I'm lazy."
Linda instantly knelt and removed his shoes and socks. Then White got to his feet and she removed his jacket, tie and shirt. He proved to be quite tall, over six feet, and his arms were well muscles for an elderly man. Linda drew off his t-shirt and found that his chest was lean and hard and matted with silver hairs.
Her hands began to tremble as she reached for his belt buckle. The crucial moment was about to come, and still the old man hadn't shown my lust for her. He seemed faintly amused, that was all. But Linda had to get him really hot for her if she wanted to impress him.
She drew down his pants and helped him step out of them. His jockey shorts came next, the last garment of all. Linda got them oft then glanced quickly at his cock. The long thin rod was limp and dangling, springing from a nest of silver hairs.
"A disappointment, I'm sure," White said dryly. He, too, was eyeing his flaccid drooping prick. "A man my age doesn't get hard very easily. That will be up to you, my dear."
Still on her knees before him, Linda quickly slipped her hand under his limp pale cock and brought it up to her lips. White sighed softly and leaned back against his desk. Linda's moist hot breath fanned his flaccid meat, and then her gleaming little pink tongue snaked out to tickle the soft rosy head of his prick.
Linda's slick little tongue zipped around and around the soft red head of White's cock, making it gleam with her saliva. The old man was clean and good-tasting, but he showed very little response as she briskly licked his cock-head. He only sighed a few times.
Linda began licking down and around the pale limp shaft of his dick, tonguing the milk-white blue-veined flesh. Soon his whole cock was wet and shining with her spit, but he only sighed, nothing more. Determinedly Linda licked right through the tight silver curls of his bush and used her slick tongue tip to tickle his balls.
The floppy red sacs quivered and bounced under her lashing tongue, and before long she had them as shiny and wet as his cock. Most men would have been hotly aroused by now, but not the great Harrison White. He'd seen too much and done too much to be turned on by ordinary love-making.
Linda knew this and was prepared to use every trick she knew to get the old publisher horny for her. Patiently she licked back through his silver bush and up the soft pale stalk of his cock. When she reached the rubbery red head of his dick she wormed her slick tongue-tip into the little slit mouth. Still no response.
She glanced up at White and saw that he had a dreamy far-away look in his cool grey eyes, as if he were thinking about something entirely different from having his cock licked. All right, she'd do something that was sure to get his attention.
Linda took the soft rosy head of his dick between her lips and gave a powerful suck. In one violent motion she drew his whole prick into her mouth, till his wrinkled rosy balls slapped her chin. She sucked hard on his trapped dick, stretching it out like elastic.
"Ahhhh," White gasped.
She wasn't sure if the noise meant pain or pleasure, but at least she'd gotten his attention. She glanced up at him again. As she began to suck hard and fast on his limp dick, White closed his eyes and a little lusty smile played over his lined face. He wasn't going to admit it, of course, but her cock-sucking felt good to him.
Linda sucked steadily away on his soft warm meat while White leaned back against the desk and sighed softly. She made a tight hot juicy nest between her cheeks and lashed the soft prick with her slick little tongue. She drew. the rosy head of his cock right into her throat and squeezed it with her powerful throat muscles.
"Excellent, my dear," White sighed, "But don't tire yourself out too early. I know from experience that it takes me a long time to get hard."
Linda slowed the pace of her sucking but kept up a steady mouth-massage of his flaccid warm prick. When several minutes went by and he still wasn't hard, she realized that her aching lips and jaws wouldn't last the distance. She had to do something else to arouse him, something new and kinky.
In a flash of inspiration, Linda let his droopy wet prick pop from her mouth, bent lower, and sucked his rosy wrinkled balls deep into her mouth.
"Awwwww," White moaned.
Linda had never sucked a man's balls before, and she hadn't counted on it being such a mouthful. With both limp fleshy bags stuffing her mouth, she could hardly breathe. But White was clearly getting off on having his nuts sucked, so she determinedly went ahead, sucking gently but steadily on the tender red bags.
"Better and better," White sighed. "You really are quite good, my dear."
I ought to be, Linda thought grimly. Your men trained me. She kept up her steady hot juicy sucking of his limp nut sacs, and the old man quivered with pleasure and sighed louder than ever. Glancing up, she saw that his lusty smile had broadened.
It might be taking all damned night, but at least she was slowly getting to him. It was quite an achievement to make any impression at all on a jaded man like Harrison White. Linda sucked and sucked on his rosy soft balls till her lips and jaws ached.
Finally White sighed and said, 'That's extremely pleasant, Miss Tomson, but it's not going to work. Damn old age anyhow. You might as well stop."
But Linda wasn't about to give up. If having his balls sucked didn't arouse him, she'd think of something even more wicked and kinky. Her career was on the line, and she didn't care what she had to do to please the old man. She let his spit-soaked balls pop from her mouth and nosed even lower in his crotch.
"My God," White gasped.
Linda's slick hot little tongue was briskly rimming the tightly clenched mouth of his asshole. She'd never done that to a man before, either, but she sensed that it would feel very exciting. It must have, for the old man hardly breathed for a moment, and then he began to pant.
Linda sucked her slick hot tongue-tip faster and faster around the little wrinkled mouth of his brownie, and White clutched the edge of the desk till his knuckles went white. His eyes rolled dizzily, and his teeth flashed in a horny grimace. Linda's naughty trick had worked, all right.
But not well enough. Though White was obviously enjoying hell out of having his asshole rimmed, his cock was as limp as ever. There was only one more trick left, and Linda prayed it would work. She jammed her wet little tongue right up his asshole.
"Awwwww," White bawled.
Linda forced her slick little tongue clear to the root in his tight pungent bumhole, then began working it briskly up and down like a miniature cock. White again held his breath, then let it out in an explosive gasp. As Linda reamed his asshole with her hot wet tongue, he moaned hoarsely.
"Exquisite, my dear," the old man gasped. "Really delightful."
Linda paid little attention to his words. What interested her was his cock- and at last it was coming to life. As she worked her hot little tongue furiously in White's gripping bumhole, his cock lurched and started to stiffen. It grew into six inches of slim but rigid pale meat. The head blossomed into a fat purple knob and started to leak bright little bubbles of juice.
"At last," White sighed.
Linda shared his relief. Her mouth and jaws and tongue ached from all the work she'd done on his cock and balls and asshole. She slipped her tongue out of his tight hot brownie and caught her breath. White was looking down at her with a mixture of surprise and amusement.
"You really do wait for your job, don't you?" he said. "Well, Miss Tomson, your ordeal is almost over. At least the hard part, no pun intended. Just lean over the desk and I'll finish."
Linda felt a little insulted that he didn't invite her to the bed, which was only a few feet away. But on the other hand it was sort of funny to get laid on the very desk of Harrison White, world-famous publisher. She carefully moved his papers back out of the way and rested her elbows on the desk.
"Just raise that beautiful ass a little more, my dear," White said.
Linda obeyed with a wicked grin. Now that White was aroused, be seemed a lot more human. She even liked the old dude. She raised her pert little butt as high as she could and waited, listening to White breathing hard behind her. He seemed to be taking his time, admiring her lush red pussy.
Then she felt his cool bony hands gripping her hips as he got into position. The fat hard head of his cock pressed against the moist little mouth of her cunt, and White sighed lingeringly as he worked his slim stiff dick clear to the balls in her snug hot hole,
"Ahhhhh," he sighed, "there's no pleasure like it, not even at my age. And you have an exceptionally tight pussy, my dear. Very nice."
Linda said nothing, only purred with satisfaction. Not only was she obviously pleasing White, but the old dude wasn't such a bad lay, either. His stiff deep-stroking cock felt very nice in her tight little box, and she began to cream around it as he fucked her slowly, deliciously.
"I feel that," White said excitedly. "I can feel you getting wet. Do you like it?"
"Very much, Mr. White," Linda sighed. "I like the way you fuck me."
White chuckled and said, "Really a pro, aren't you? Well, my dear, flattery will get you everywhere."
Linda couldn't help giggling. The old boy really was a kick. But their light joking mood passed as White got more and more into balling her, his stiff slim cock working faster and faster in her hot gripping cunt. Soon he was panting and slamming his eager dick against her womb.
"Yes, yes," Linda whined, "do it to me hard. Oh, God, YES."
She wasn't faking her enthusiasm. She hadn't realized how horny she was. White's frantically digging cock felt really great in her hungry little twat. She started to pump her hips in time to his strokes, jerking her gushing cunt up and down the rigid pole of his dick.
"My God, you do like it," White exclaimed. "You're a very exceptional girl. Most of them fake it."
Most of them. Linda didn't have much time to dwell on his words, to try to imagine how many hundreds of girls Harrison White had fucked as the ambitious young women fought their way to the top. All that mattered was that he liked her, Linda. She pumped her hips even faster.
"Do it to me, do it to me," she panted. "Oh, my God, yes, make me come.
White himself was beyond words how as he slammed his achingly swollen prick violently in her red-hot little cunt. He managed to hold out till Linda squealed and began to come, and then she heard him moan hoarsely as he shot his load into her.
As they dressed, Harrison White regarded her with a wry smile. "I wish you every success in your career, Miss Tomson," he said, grinning.
"Thank you very much, Mr. White," Linda said primly.
The next morning Linda was called into Frank Brooks' office as soon as she got to work. He was sitting at his desk, scowling, and he didn't ask her to sit down. He just glared at her as if he hated her guts. "You conniving little bitch," he snarled. Linda beamed. "I got the job as assistant editor?" she said.
Brooks slammed his fist on the desk. "Harrison White called me last night," he said. "Yes, damn you, the job is yours. But I didn't want you. I wanted another girl."
"Too bad," Linda cooed.
"And you went over my head," Brooks pouted.
"Tough," Linda said.
"Get out," Brooks sighed. "You've got the damned job, now go do it. But let me warn you, Linda, some day you're going to go too far. You're headed for a fall-and personally, I can hardly wait to see it happen."
Linda just smiled and walked out.