The party was being given by June Sedgwick and only the top agency people in New York were invited. It was June's birthday and she was celebrating in a style to which she was more than accustomed, being the one woman in New York who could make or break just about anyone in advertising.
The agencies either trembled or applauded at the sound of her name, for it was she who either supplied them with their best brains, or stole them out from under their noses, placing them in a competitive agency.
Robert had received a call from her late the previous evening and had been impressed by her invitation. He knew it meant something big. June had her eye on him for some reason that couldn't help but be good for him.
He had been senior account executive at C amp;W for several months now, and he and Midge had bought a large house in Westchester County. Having driven in for the party, they now found themselves on the top floor of Sarty's restaurant surrounded by executives from every top agency in the city.
Midge scanned the room with a jaded eye. She recognized June right away, having seen her several times before at similar gatherings. A tall woman, wearing an aggressive pink dress and many exotic jewels.
June whirled about from one of her prize pets to another, finally arriving in front of Robert and Midge with a bottle of champagne in one hand. She supplied them with glasses and began to pour, spouting a steady stream of words as she did so.
"Hi, babies! So glad you're here. Actually, I really wanted to get a good look at you again, Bob. You look just the way I remembered you. I have a little plan. Now I know you're doing pretty well at C amp;W these days, but how'd you like to do better?"
Robert's ears picked up as he tried to keep his excitement from showing.
"I wouldn't mind, June. You know that!"
"Well, how'd you like to write your own figure over at Cole and Young?
It can be arranged!" she said coyly.
"Cole and Young?!" Robert repeated – and Midge could recognize the tone of his voice. He'd give a lot more than his eye teeth for that, she knew. She slowly sipped her champagne and began to let her mind drift.
She hoped June would arrange it. She could do with a new mink – or maybe she'd hold out for chinchilla this time. Mink was a little de trop these days.
Midge inspected June's carefully dyed hair, her "smart" spectacles and her figure, which was still good.
"You leave it to me, darling!" June was saying to Robert. "Just you two be your own sweet selves. Lester Cole is standing right there – let's go over and say hello!"
The room had grown even more crowded with advertising people. Girls in mini-skirts and pant-suits drank and giggled and men arrived in everything from lace to Levi's.
The three of them pushed their way through the crowd, past huge tables overflowing with choice foods including one with an enormous birthday cake on it, past the bar which was presided over by three bartenders.
Finally, they reached the corner where Lester Cole stood, nursing a scotch and soda and conversing in amicable tones with a young girl in a see-through plastic dress.
As the trio approached him, Lester looked up and saw first June Sedgwick, then Midge and then Robert. He knew immediately that a deal was in the offing, and he knew what kind. June had already approached him about Robert's possibilities and had not forgotten to mention about Midge's possibilities. And, Robert sounded like the man he needed all right… even worth paying June's stiff fee and the top salary he knew she would demand for him.
The girl he had been talking to left shortly after the introductions had been made and soon the couples were deep in friendly conversation that carefully steered away from the real topic in everybody's mind.
Midge felt good, in fact, the more champagne she consumed, the better she felt. Lester Cole was quite charming, she thought, and even June was beginning to look a little less like a female barracuda to her. She wasn't even surprised when she overheard June's stage whispers to Robert.
"The second door to the left. I'll be waiting, beautiful!"
A moment liter, June had disappeared and shortly after that, Robert excused himself and followed her. Midge yawned politely and handed her glass to Lester for re-filling. Since she knew she wouldn't be seeing her husband for at least an hour, she might as well enjoy herself too.
Lester filled her champagne glass to the brim.
"Well, it looks like we're on our own here, my dear," he said, gazing down into her revealing neckline.
Midge lowered her eyelashes at him. She'd be damned if she'd let Robert go off and have a go with that career bitch without having a little fun herself.
"Lester," she said. "Could we leave this noise? I hate these ad game parties. I'll bet you do too."
"We all do, Midge… we all do…" he answered laughing.
On the way up in the elevator, Lester pushed Midge back against the wall, pressing his body against her and kissing her wetly on the mouth.
Midge felt her pulse race. He certainly wasn't wasting any time, she thought.
The elevator stopped and the door opened. They crossed a small hallway and entered another elevator which went up only one flight and then opened directly into Lester's penthouse apartment. A huge Persian cat ran to greet them as they entered the living room.
"A small drink, perhaps?" Lester asked, going to the bar directly.
"More champagne? Anything you like… I know what. How about a little brandy and soda?"
"Mmmmm…" Midge answered.
He poured the brandy into two large tumblers and filled them with soda, carrying them to the sofa where Midge sat waiting for him.
"Won't that husband of yours be wondering where you are?" he asked, sitting close to her.
"Oh, no… he'll know I'm in good hands. I don't expect he'll worry much." Midge sipped her brandy and let her head drop back on the sofa.
Lester put his arm around her and cupped his large hand over her soft, pliant breast.
"I'm jealous of your dress," he said, kissing her on the smooth globular area of her tit that pushed up from the low neckline of her dress. "What there is of it, anyway!"
Midge turned her body toward his and felt him begin to unzip her dress from behind. The brandy raced around inside her, mixing crazily with the champagne. She could feel Lester's cock hardening against her thigh and the thought of the adultery she was about to commit began to add to the excitement she already felt. She could match Robert any day of the week, she thought, as she wondered if he was enjoying his little workout with June Sedgwick.
Deedie had been right all alone when she told her all the fun she could have been having. How naive I was, she mused.
She was almost completely undressed now and Lester was tugging at her bra. She reached behind and helped him by undoing the catch. Her large breasts bobbed free, and Lester quickly buried his face in the generous mounds, kissing the rosy tips and running his tongue along the deep valley between them.
"Beautiful tits… beautiful…" he murmured.
"Couldn't we go someplace else?" Midge asked him. "Somewhere more comfortable?" She was out of breath already and needed to be lying flat on her back where she could let herself go. She could tell it was going to be just what she wanted. Lester was going to know just what to do to please her.
Lester stood up and looked down at her half-clothed beauty. Her long legs were tucked under her, her breasts stuck out proudly and he knew he was going to have a good time with those. She was wearing only her panties, a garter belt and stockings.
"What a luscious tidbit, you are," he said running his tongue across his lips. And on impulse, he bent over and scooped her up in his arms.
"You don't weigh much considering you're built like that!" he told her as he carried her out of the living room.
The bedroom was cool and dark and Midge closed her eyes as Lester put her softly down on the bed. It felt good to be stretched out. She could hear the rustle of material as Lester undressed quickly in the darkness. Goose pimples were breaking out all over her skin… partly from the cool air in the room, and partly in anticipating what Lester was going to do to her.
There was a moment of stillness and she knew Lester was coming to her.
Suddenly, hands were undoing her garter belt and pulling at her stockings, slipping them down and off. Then something smooth and warm insinuated itself between her thighs, parting the soft fleecy hairs of her already moist vagina. The long shaft continued down, creating a delicious friction as it went. Then it stopped, poised quivering at the entrance between her legs.
"Oh, Lester," she cried as she reached up to pull him down toward her.
She felt like she couldn't wait to have him in her, filling her completely with his long thin cock.
As she spread her legs wider to encourage him, Lester let himself fall down on her, crushing her into the bed. Then an idea came to him. He didn't want to enter her yet… not yet. It would be over too soon that way. He gave a grunt and straddling her body, pulled himself up on his knees.
"What…?" Midge started to ask, but then Lester was cupping his hands behind her head, pulling her face forward. His blunt-tipped cock forced itself between her smooth, lipstick-covered lips, pushing far back into her mouth. At first, she gasped. She hadn't expected this. But then Lester began a steady back-and-forth motion skewering deep into the wet cavern of her mouth. Her tongue slipped around the hard roundness of his prick and the motion caused her lips to pucker and unpucker around his penetrating shaft.
"Mmmmm… that's real good, baby!" Lester hissed. "That's real good."
Midge kept her eyes squeezed closed and received the buffeting of Lester's cock, dipping wetly into her throat. She felt the slapping warmth of his balls against her chin as he continued his impassioned onslaught.
The very lewdness of their positions increased Midge's excitement and she began to writhe beneath him, twisting her body back and forth between his knees, humping herself up so that her stomach pushed against his rocking buttocks. Her mouth felt tingly and she began to imagine that it was her cunt and that his desire-hardened cock was battering the tip of her womb with all its might. She began to suck him into her and to tighten and loosen the circle of her mouth around his slippery cudgel.
"Oh honey… yeah!" he cried out above, his eyes fastened greedily on his hardened rod of flesh as it disappeared and reappeared between the soft ovalled folds of her lips.
Way in the back of her mind, Midge wondered what Robert was doing at the moment. Whatever it was, she thought he couldn't be enjoying himself more than she was. She was glad she was going to have the opportunity to see Lester a lot – once Robert had moved over to Cole and Young.
Robert laughed softly.
"You're a funny girl, June. You sure do come to the point… so to speak!"
June laughed and staggered back against the wall of the small conference room, pulling Robert back along with her. She had a firm hold on his cock which she had boldly freed from his pants.
"It's a nice fistful, Bob. I'm pleased to do business with you!"
She stood on tiptoe and planted her lips against his, flicking her tongue across his mouth and then pushing it inside.
Robert bent over and cupped his hands under her full, firm buttocks, lifting her small plumpish body from the floor. She released her hold on his enormous blood-inflated member and threw her arms about his neck, and then raised her legs so that they encircled his hunched back.
What a life! Robert was thinking as he hiked her wide skirt up and discovered she was naked beneath her dress. Dollar signs danced before his eyes as he poked his prick into her grasping pussy.
Life is going to be pretty easy from now on in, he figured. Pretty easy.
Outside the locked room, the party continued at a furious pace.
Deedie arrived late as usual and looked around for some sign of Midge.
Finally she asked the wife of one of Robert's staff if she had seen either of them.
"Oh, yes," she answered. "They were here earlier, but they must have left. I haven't seen them for an hour or so. You know," she added, "I really envy them. They seem to be such an ideal couple… so happy together. I wish I could say the same for my marriage. I haven't seen my husband since we got here!"
Deedie smiled and nodded and turned to look around to see what interesting new young men might be floating free. After all, a woman could only go so long without a little strange stuff too and, it had been nearly four hours since she had been in the rack with that new young executive her husband had just brought into the company.
Unfortunately, there were no interesting prospects. She left and went by cab to a singles bar she had heard of. The place was a fraud, for all its wild advertising, there wasn't one human-looking male in the room. The night seemed lost, but then Deedie noticed the lechy smile on the young bartender's handsome face. She moved to the bar and ordered another drink.
You're far too handsome to be a bartender," she finally said to him. "I bet you're an actor on the side."
"A bad actor, hon," he shot back with, still smiling.
Over the rim of her glass her eyes sparkled back at him. "Oh, I hope so, darling, I really hope so! What time do you get off?"