After Harrison White's death, his magazine holdings, including "Scene," were bought up by a successful new publisher named Winston Ray. Linda sat in her office feeling nervous and irritable as she waited to meet Ray for the first time. She wondered if she could persuade him to do her all the favors White had done.
There was a knock on her door. "Come in," Linda called, her heart in her throat. What if Ray didn't like her? What if he fired her?
But it wasn't Winston Ray who'd knocked, it was a young editorial assistant named Sally-and she was in team.
"Miss Tomson," she sobbed, "I have to talk to you.
"I'm expecting the new publisher in just a few minutes," Linda said impatiently. "Please make it quick. What on earth is the matter, Sally?"
"Miss Tomson," the girl said, blushing deeply, "I don't know quite how to say this, but one of the assistant editors made an indecent proposition to me."
Linda stared. "Whatever do you mean?" she said.
Sally went on blushing as she explained. "He said that if I wanted to keep my job I'd have to go to bed with him," she said. "Miss Tomson, you've got to fire that man. F never heard anything so outrageous in my life."
"Sally," Linda said coldly, "that kind of thing is routine. The man is your boss, and you're supposed to please him. I suggest you do what he wants-if you want to work for 'Scene."'
Sally gawked at her. "I can't believe this," she said. "You're telling me I actually have to go to bed with that old pig if I want to keep my job?"
"That's right," Linda said. "That's how the game's played, Sally. And the sooner you learn that, the sooner you'll get ahead in this business."
"Did you do things like that when you first came to work here?" Sally said.
"Of course," Linda snapped. "Everybody does."
"Not everybody, Miss Tomson," Sally said, straightening her shoulders. "Not me. No job is worth prostituting myself. I feel sorry for you, Miss Tomson. I'm sure you're not very proud of yourself for the way you got to the top, But I intend to stay proud of myself. You can shove your damned job."
Sally marched out, head held high. Linda surprised herself by bursting into team. For just a moment Sally had reminded her of the pure and idealistic girl she used to be, the girl she still secretly wanted to be. It was too late for Linda to turn back and change things, but Sally still had a chance. Linda wept as she thought of the girl's words: "I'm sure you're not very proud of yourself..
Then she quickly dried her eyes when she heard another knock on the door. "Come in," she called.
A tall broad-shouldered and extremely attractive man entered the room. He was perhaps forty-five, with thick silver hair and ruggedly handsome features, and he was expensively dressed in a dark blue suit. Linda found his smile devastating.
"Miss Tomson," he said, "I'm Winston Ray, the new publisher of 'Scene.' The chief editor informs me that you'll show me around the office."
"I'd be honored, Mr. Ray," Linda said.
She showed Winston Ray around, introducing him to the staff and describing the magazine's operation. She could hardly keep her mind on the tour, though, she was so turned on by Ray. She prayed that she could establish a relationship with him like she'd had with Harrison White. Not only would her future be secure, but she wouldn't at all mind making love to the sexy new publisher.
To her delight, Ray asked her out to dinner that evening. Linda dressed carefully in a long white satin gown that clung to her voluptuous figure. She was determined to seduce Winston Ray and to use his wealth and power just as she'd used Harrison White's. She knew by now that this was the only way to keep her job.
After dinner Ray invited her back to his apartment for cocktails, and Linda eagerly accepted. In his luxurious penthouse they sat on the couch and drank martinis, while Ray described his plans for "Scene."
"I want it to be the most popular magazine in America," he said, "and that means having the top talent on my staff. There's going to be a lot of dead weight fired around that office. I don't want anybody who isn't giving one hundred per cent."
"I understand, Mr. Ray,". Linda said, giving him her best smile.
"I'm not sure you do understand, Linda," Ray said. "Are you sure that you've giving one hundred per cent?"
Linda went pale. She had plenty of enemies on the staff, and perhaps somebody had told Ray bad things about her. Perhaps he thought she was "dead weight" and was about to fire her. Linda felt close to panic.
"Mr. Ray," she said, "I've always done my best for 'Scene.' It's my career, the job of my dreams, and I work very hard for it."
Winston Ray smiled and suddenly his smile seemed ice cold, not sexy at all. "I'm sure you do work very hard-at the office," he said. "That wasn't what I meant. How hard are you willing to work to please me, Linda?"
Linda relaxed. It was the same old pitch-fuck me or lose your job. She could easily handle it. After all, she'd been selling her body for years. She leaned closer to Ray, letting him smell her exotic perfume and eye the deep cleavage of her big breasts. She pressed her knee against his.
"Mr. Ray," she purred, "I'd do anything in the world to please you, and I guarantee you'll be pleased."
"We'll see about that," Ray said with his cold smile, "Why don't you entertain me, Linda? Why don't you do a little dance for me?"
"Dance?" Linda said.
Ray reached over to the coffee table and pressed a button. Sensuous music filled the room. "Strip for me," he said. "Just give me my own private show."
Linda got to her feet shakily. She'd been asked to do a lot of strange things by men, but this was a first. She felt embarrassed and humiliated as she began to obey this man. Her whole future was in his hands.
Winston Ray leaned back and lit a cigar and watched her dance. "You're a very beautiful woman, Linda," he said, "but do you have Went? That's what we're going to find out. It takes a very talented girl to please me. I'm sure you know what I mean."
Linda kept a big fake smile plastered on her face as she kicked off her shoes and reached for the zipper of her dress. She tried to look perfectly at ease, but inwardly she was fighting a strong urge to kick Winston Ray in the teeth. Suddenly she hated the man, hated all the men who'd used her body.
Linda drew down the long zipper at the back of her dress, and the white gown floated to the floor. She stepped out of it wearing white lace bra and panties. Ray puffed on his cigar and watched her but didn't seem terribly impressed. Linda put more motion into her dance, swaying her hips enticingly.
"That's better," Ray said. "Give me a real show, Miss Senior Editor. Let's see if you're going to stay on that job."
Linda got the message all too clearly-please Ray or be fired. She made her dancing as sexy as possible as she reached around and unhooked her bra. She drew the little lacy garment away, and her big melon-shaped tits wobbled out, firm and thrusting, the light brown nipples dainty and soft.
"Very nice," Ray said. "Now let's see the rest of you."
Linda felt such loathing for the man that she could barely keep smiling. She hated the fact that her career was based on her body, not her talents. You're just a high-priced whore, she thought, nothing but a whore. Yet she kept swaying to the music, and she started to inch down her panties.
Ray followed her movements, his cool dark eyes glued to the soft mound of her crotch. Linda slowly lowered her panties down over the lovely little globes of her ass. She remembered Sally's words that morning: "You can shove your damned job." She wished she had the courage to say that to Ray, but she didn't. She was still the slave of her own ambitions.
Linda slipped her panties down over the glossy brown curls of her muff and let the little garment slither down her legs. She stepped out of it and stood before Ray utterly naked. She'd been naked in front of many men, but this time she felt totally humiliated.
"Don't stop," Ray said. "Keep dancing. Senior editor is a very important job, Linda. You really have to work hard for it."
Linda danced. Her slim but curvy hips swayed, and her big naked breasts wobbled and bounced. Winston Ray watched her with cool amusement, his eyes darting from her wobbling boobs to her pretty brown curl patch. Linda hated what she was doing, but she knew she was fighting for her career. "Bend more," Ray said. "Show me your pussy.
Linda blushed and fought the urge to run away. This man was obviously out to humiliate her. She danced closer to him, turned, and presented him with her pert little ass. She bent low and exposed the rich red flesh of her gash. She could have wept with shame as she gave the publisher a long unhindered look at her pussy.
"Now from the front," Ray commanded.
Linda spun around to face him, thrust her belly forward, and spread her legs. Again Ray studied the shining scarlet flesh of her pussy with its dainty fringe of brown curls. He could see everything, from her little red clit to the light brown wrinkle of her asshole.
"All right," he said, "that will do. There's certainly nothing wrong with your looks. Now I'll find out about your performance. Come over here and undress me."
Linda walked over and went to her knees before Winston Ray, removing his shoes and socks. She took off his tie and jacket and shirt. He wasn't wearing a t-shirt. His tan chest was lightly matted with light brown hairs. Linda put his clothes neatly aside and reached for his belt.
"Of course you've balled everybody on the staff?" Ray said with his cold smile. "No, you don't have to answer. I already know. You have quite a reputation, Linda. I just hope you're as good as they say."
Linda reddened with shame. There were plenty of men on the staff who could tell Ray all about her performance in bed. It hurt to know that they talked about her that way, that she had the reputation of being a promiscuous slut.
She unbuckled Ray's belt and unzipped his fly. She tugged his pants down and then removed his jockey shorts. His handsome pale cock was limp, resting on its brown and silver nest, and his rosy-red balls were wrinkled and flaccid.
"Suck me off," Ray ordered.
Linda wanted to scream at him that she'd never again humiliate herself for a man-but of course she knew she would. Sucking off a man she hated was a small price to pay for her career. Or was it? Linda tried not to think about it as she bent low over Ray's lap and eyed his milk-white blue-veined prick.
She picked up the droopy little cock and fed it slowly into her mouth, sliding it along her slick hot tongue, trapping it between her cheeks. She drew his limp meat all the way in, till his silver-furred balls touched her chin.
"Let's see how well you suck cock, baby," Ray said. "I can't have a girl on my staff if she doesn't give a good head job."
Linda was powerfully tempted to bite his dick, but she dutifully started sucking it, slowly and teasingly at first, then with growing speed and pressure. She didn't worry about her technique. After all these years she'd become an expert. She just hoped Ray agreed.
As Linda sucked hotly and loudly on his flaccid prick, Ray leaned backed against the couch and smiled his cold smile. He must have had hundreds of blow jobs, and he was probably comparing Linda's technique to the others. She sucked faster and harder on his soft warm prick, her saliva boiling around it.
"Not bad," Ray remarked. "But can you get me hard?"
Oh, God, Linda thought, one of those. Winston Ray was one of those jaded men, like Frank Brooks and Harrison White, who'd bought so much pleasure in their time that they couldn't respond to normal sex. They couldn't even get hard without a lot of kinky foreplay. Fortunately Linda was familiar with the type and knew just what to do.
While she went on sucking hotly and noisily on his limp prick, she reached up and cupped his flaccid red balls and gave them a brisk massage. Ray drew in his breath sharply, surprised and pleased. Linda gently but steadily squeezed and massaged his warm soft nut sacs, and the glow in his eyes told her that he liked it.
"Very clever," he said somewhat hoarsely. "Maybe you're as good as your reputation after all, Linda. I was told you're the best piece of ass in town-but I like to find things out for myself."
Linda reddened. Ray was deliberately doing everything he could to shame and mortify her, and she had no choice but to take it. He knew she'd brown-nosed her way to the top and that she'd take any amount of humiliation to keep her job.
She drew his rubbery cock-head into her throat and massaged it with her tight throat muscles. She sucked hard and fast on his limp warm dick, and she went on tickling and massaging his balls. Ray started to get pink in the face, and his breathing quickened. He wasn't an easy man to arouse, but Linda seemed to be getting to him..
She kept one hand on his wrinkled red balls, massaging steadily, and with the other hand she reached back into his hot hairy crotch and found the small clenched mouth of his asshole. She wriggled her little finger up the tight hot hole, thrusting it clear to the last knuckle.
"JESUS CHRIST," Ray gasped.
Linda's hot juicy mouth teased his cock, and her warm little hand tickled and squeezed his nut sacs, while her finger pumped teasingly up and down in his gripping brownie. With that kind of stimulation even Winston Ray couldn't stay cool. He turned red with arousal and began to pant.
"You clever little bitch," he sighed, "I think you're actually going to get me hard."
He'd barely said the words before his cock twitched on her tongue and began to stiffen and swell. It grew into a seven-inch pole of hard silky flesh, the head swelling up into a taut-skinned knob. His balls ballooned in her hand, going stiff and full.
Now Linda sucked even harder, trying to get him off. She knew he'd be impressed when she swallowed his come like a pro. Ray broke into a lusty grimace, and his eyes rolled dizzily as she worked his swollen dick in the steamy heat of her mouth.
But then Ray drew back and gasped, "Enough. We'll do something else now.
Linda popped her little finger out of his tight hot asshole and released his spit-soaked cock from her mouth. His pale wet prick snapped up to hug his belly. It was a handsome cock, all right, but Linda wished it belonged to someone else. She despised Ray.
He got to his feet and steered her across the room to a full-length mirror. He positioned her in front of it. Linda saw herself almost as a stranger, a tall beautiful naked girl sporting a whorish smile. Winston Ray stood behind her eyeing her reflection, taking in every lovely curve of her body.
"Have you ever watched yourself get balled?" he said.
"No," Linda said wearily, "I can't say that I have, Mr. Ray."
"I think it's rather a trip," he said.
Standing behind her, holding her around the waist, Ray jabbed his hard cock-head against the moist little mouth of her cunt. Linda gasped as he worked the thick stiff meat into her. She wasn't very aroused, and his cock felt huge and menacing in her tight dry box.
Ray grunted and shoved, thrusting his erect dick deep into her snug little twat till his fat hard cock-head touched her womb and his furry balls tickled her pert little ass. Linda felt so stuffed with cock that she could hardly breathe.
All the while he was putting his cock into her, Ray looked in the mirror. Linda followed his gaze and blushed deeply. The mirror showed everything. She saw herself standing there impaled on his thick pale dick. The white fleshy pole showed between the plump pink lips of her pussy.
"Quite a turn-on, isn't it?" Ray chuckled.
Linda didn't know what to think. He started balling her, working his stiff pale cock slowly and deeply in her snug little hole, and Linda watched the action in the mirror as if hypnotized. There was something wickedly exciting about watching that thick pale pole splitting her dainty pink Cunt-lips.
As he fucked her, Ray reached up and cupped her big heaving tits, squeezing and molding them, running his thumbs back and forth over her sensitive nipples. Linda moaned softly. Though she despised the man, she needed his cock, and she was getting quickly aroused. Her gripping little box started to leak hot sticky juice.
"You love to ball, don't you, Linda?" Ray whispered hoarsely.
"Yes," she gasped. She couldn't understand how the man was arousing her so hotly, but she could feel it all over her body. She seemed to glow and melt, and her hungry little cunt gushed more steamy juice.
"You hate my guts, too," Ray chuckled.
As he spoke, he began working his cock faster and harder in her molten-hot little cunt. Linda moaned hoarsely and creamed all around his jerking dick. In the mirror she saw the bright juice trickling down her inner thighs. It seemed insane-she despised the man, but he was driving her wild with horny need.
"You hate my guts, but you want me to fuck you," Ray panted. "Isn't that true, Linda?"
"Yes," she whined, "oh, God, yes."
He gripped her big ripe breasts harder and thrust his stiff thick cock deep into her, butting her womb. Linda swayed dizzily against him, her cream pouring down her thighs, her cunt gripping his meat urgently. She couldn't think of anything now but coming.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she babbled. "I love your cock. Oh, God, yes, do it to me.
Winston Ray was grinning wickedly as he balled her into a frenzy of need. He watched his own pale shining cock splitting her dainty pink cunt-lips again and again, and he watched Linda's face as she broke into a lusty grimace. He loved his power over her, his success in totally humiliating her.
"You'll do anything I want now, won't you, Linda?" he panted. "To keep your job, you'll come whenever I call, and you'll do anything I want in bed."
"Yes, yes," Linda moaned. She ground her red-hot pussy around his jerking dick, desperate to come.
Winston Ray chuckled wickedly and reached down to seize her bright red clit. He gave the little button a firm squeeze, and Linda started to come. She watched herself coming, just as Ray was watching her. She watched her body spasm and hot cream gush down her legs.
"Eat my come," Ray panted.
He whipped his juice-soaked cock out of her, pushed her to her knees, and rammed his big hard prick into her throat. He started to come immediately, and Linda gulped every bit of his steamy load. Then he pushed her away and went to put on his clothes.
"GO home now," he said. "I'm busy."
"Yes, Mr. Ray," Linda said meekly.
She dressed and went out into the cold dark night, thinking of all the things she'd sacrificed to have her career-not just her virginity and her dignity, but a home, husband, children, a man she could truly love. She wished desperately that she could turn back the clock and become an innocent girl again, but she knew it was too late for that.
Linda knew she was beyond love by now, beyond pride and ideals and even decency. She was hopelessly caught in her blind fight for success, and there was no turning back. But was she happy? Somehow she'd forgotten what the word meant Perhaps it didn't even matter any more.