Colin Johnson - The panty lovers

Besides crying, she had done a lot of thinking that day and had examined all the possibilities, coming up against the same blank wall no matter which way she turned. Birindelli had her, financially and every other way and there was no escape. He had used her once with enormous success on poor old Mr. Benson. And he would use her again and again, altering the scene as necessary, but always keeping the last act the same.

And now she was expected to perform for this French monster who was supposed to like all sorts of weird tricks. Well, there were limits, she decided, a little drunkenly, to how far she could be pushed. She would get into bed with LaFarge and he could make love to her if he wanted, but the acrobatics were out.

"Are you ready, honey?" asked Jenifer, shooting her a worried look. "I think our boyfriend has arrived." Both women were wearing extremely low-cut, tight-fitting dresses which showed off their supple, young bodies to the best advantage. Underneath, naturally, they were both wearing Wonder-Wear underwear.

"Yeah, let's go," Ann replied, trying to smile. "We're going to sell some panties tonight!"

Ann had been expecting someone big and menacing, but in fact, Jacques LaFarge was a slight, slender man in his late thirties. He possessed a typical Frenchman's face: hawk nose and prominent chin, dominated by deep set melancholy eyes which flashed cynically around the room.

"Enchante," he declared, shaking hands with Ann and devouring her scantily-attired body with his gaze. Jenifer served drinks from the bar, chatting merrily and keeping the conversation rolling. Ann noticed that she had been given a double whiskey but decided that she might as well drink it. The more booze she had in her, the less she would feel later on.

"Well, business before pleasure, as you Americans say," suggested LaFarge, with only a trace of a French accent in his spoken English. "I keep hearing about Wonder-Wear's new Pink Cloud line. Are these delightful young ladies going to model it for me?"

"Of course," agreed Birindelli immediately, nodding to Ann and Jenifer.

"We're wearing the bra-and-panty combination right now," offered Jenifer helpfully. "Would you like to start with that?"

"Very much," LaFarge drawled with a touch of irritation in his voice. "But I find it difficult to see through your dresses."

Ann kept one eye on Jenifer, waiting to see what her girlfriend was going to do. Her own mind was already a little fogged with the whiskey and she was not sure whether it would be good manners to return to her bedroom to undress or not.

But Jenifer solved the problem by grinning directly at the French fashion expert and beginning to undo the buttons on her party dress. Suddenly an even better idea popped into Ann's head. She gathered her long brown hair in her hands and turned her back on LaFarge.

"Would you mind undoing me?" she asked with simulated innocence. The Frenchman laughed lasciviously and drew the zipper all the way down to the base of her spine, making sure that his fingers touched the tops of her buttocks. Birindelli, standing off to one side, winked at her covertly and she knew she had scored a point or two already. The lithe young model stepped out of the dress gracefully and turned to face the fashion designer without any embarrassment or fear. If nothing else, the experiences of the past few days had taught her not to be shy about her body in front of strange men.

"Hmmmmm," he muttered, looking the two girls over carefully. "Interesting construction of this brassiere. I don't see exactly how it supports this young woman's breasts the way it does."

He ran his fingers over the surface of Ann's bra, checking the tension on the straps and Ann felt her nipples begin to tighten involuntarily.

"It doesn't," explained Birindelli easily. "It just holds her tits in place. The Pink Cloud is as close as you can get to going naked."

"Oh, come now, Birindelli," sneered the Frenchman, "if the bra weren't holding her tits up, they'd be sagging down around her belly-button!"

Jenifer settled the argument in her usual practical efficient manner by stepping quickly behind Ann and undoing the flimsy brassiere. She lifted it casually off her friend's body with a smile. Ann's breasts stayed firmly where they were while LaFarge did an exaggerated double-take.

"My apologies," he said, making a low mocking bow, "I underestimated you." There was a general round of laughter and Birindelli proposed another set of drinks, asking Ann to get the bottle and give them each a refill. Without putting her bra back on, the brown-haired model did as she was told, pouring herself another double-whiskey and discovering that there was a tingling sexy sensation involved with walking around almost naked in a room with two fully-dressed men.

When she handed him his drink, LaFarge patted the seat next to him and ordered her to sit down while Jenifer modeled a few more Wonder-Wear products.

By ten o'clock, everybody was just a tiny bit smashed, particularly Ann, and Birindelli opened another bottle of his best Scotch and sent Jenifer for more ice. All four had long since given up the pretense that they were there to conduct a modeling session and the two girls had now both shed their Pink Cloud brassieres and were wearing only their nearly transparent panties when Birindelli glanced casually at his watch and "remembered" another appointment.

"Really am sorry, Jacques," he said jokingly, "to run off and leave you alone and helpless with these two broads, but duty calls."

"Quite," remarked the European blandly, who had been wondering if Birindelli would ever get lost and leave him to his own devices.

"Well, I'll be talking to you in the morning," said the advertising executive, slipping his jacket on.

"Possibly," replied LaFarge, not committing himself, and Birindelli left. There was a moment of mild tension when the three of them were finally left alone. Of course, both girls knew that their boss had simply ducked into the concealed room and would be watching – and photographing – everything which happened from that moment on. The thought made Ann nervous, despite the quantity of whiskey she had consumed, and she had to remind herself not to look at the mirror over the fireplace, behind which Birindelli lurked, camera in hand.

"Well, isn't this cozy? One Frenchman and two naked little girls. Or I should say almost naked girls," he added, pointing to Ann's panties. "But they're nice. I get hotter with a girl when she leaves her panties on."

"All right," Ann agreed, attempting to sound casual and glancing quickly at Jenifer for reassurance. It suddenly occurred to her that she had never felt so naked in the presence of another woman before and the idea gave her a moment's nervousness, but she was in this too deep to back out now. Jenifer had rolled her panties down a little on her hips to make them more sensuous and was pouring them all another drink. Ann inhaled sharply and then also rolled her last remaining garment a little lower too, down her tantalizingly smooth buttocks, while LaFarge looked on appreciatively.

"Well now," he said, smiling lustfully as the buxom young woman stood almost naked before him. "I gather you've been told what I like. Why don't you get down to business?"

Ann made no move, suddenly paralyzed by uncertainty. How could she explain that there were some things she could not do, not even if she wanted to? He would have to understand, she was new at this business… it was not easy… and he was so abrupt and brutal about it, not even bothering with her feelings.

"Hey," he called, his voice soft and menacing. "You're off in your own little world! Come on over here, little American girl, and stand real close so I can touch you. You too, blondie."

The two women approached him, one on either side of the chair, glancing at each other nervously. Jacques LaFarge looked from one to the other, smiling with deep sinister satisfaction as he noted the apprehension displayed by the dark-haired girl. It too genuine and sincere to be false, he decided, reaching up to touch her. This Venus-shaped creature was really terrified out of her mind!