Colin Johnson: The panty lovers

Unlike most big-breasted women, Ann was actually slender and lithe in the hips and buttocks. The Pink Cloud panties were really nothing more than two tiny patches of filmy insubstantial material, one covering her delicate pubic mound and the other inadequately stretched across the deep crevice between the tantalizing half-moons of her ass-cheeks.

Above her flat firm stomach, the Pink Cloud brassiere was even less successful in protecting Ann's girlish modesty. The bra had been designed to provide only uplift for those who needed it, nothing more, and the frail flimsy cloth barely covered her large protuberant brown nipples which were clearly visible through the material for anyone who cared to look.

She was virtually naked and she shivered with embarrassment!

"Meant to be worn under a low-cut dress, naturally," commented Mrs. Porter, looking over her shoulder at the lush young model's sensually reflected image in the full-length mirror.

"Jenifer!" came a demanding voice from the hallway. "Are you ready?"

"You bet your sweet ass I'm ready!" responded Jenifer's saucy voice from the adjoining dressing room. Jenifer and Ann frequently worked together during modeling sessions, because the two women complemented each other nicely. Jenifer was tall and willowy with the traditional model's face and figure. Ann Larkin was shorter and blessed with a fuller, more sensual body. Jenifer was blonde with elegant aristocratic features; Ann had an open friendly smile and long brown hair. The Virgin Queen and the Earth-Mother, the technicians called them.

"Ann, how about you?" It was the graphics director, Mr. Pauling, the man in charge of executing the designs and ideas of the art department.

"I'm ready, Mr. Pauling," Ann responded nervously, slipping into a bathrobe for the trip down to the set and stepping out into the hall just as Jenifer emerged from her dressing room. The tall blonde girl, wearing only the Pink Cloud creation, shot a friendly glance at Ann and the two of them followed Mr. Pauling down to the studio where cameras and bright lights awaited them.

"How are you, baby?" asked Jenifer with genuine friendliness, squeezing Ann's arm. "You got your Pink Cloud undies on? Where'd they ever get a stupid name like that, Pauling?"

The graphics director merely growled at this bit of irreverence and the two friends giggled at each other. Despite the fact that Jenifer looked pure and refined, her personality was quite the opposite. Ann never dared set foot outside her dressing room unless she was shrouded from ankle to neck in a bathrobe, while Jenifer habitually walked down to the studio wearing whatever she was supposed to be modeling that day, ignoring lecherous glances from the people she encountered in the hall.

In a way, Ann envied the complete freedom which her friend possessed. Jenifer was ultra-sophisticated and always ready with a snappy remark and a quick laugh. The lewd teasing and dirty remarks from the technicians and cameramen did not disturb her in the slightest. She was proud and happy with her body and if other people wanted to look at it and enjoy her, that was fine too. Ann Larkin found this point of view both shocking and attractive at the same time, wishing that she could relax while she was posing and enjoy herself the way Jenifer did.

But somehow she always felt her husband's eyes upon her, criticizing and accusing her for allowing herself to be photographed while less than fully dressed.

"Oh, by the way, you two," remarked Pauling as they were about to enter the studio, "I got a call from Mr. Birindelli's office. I don't know what it's all about, but he wants to see the two of you today after we're finished with this commercial. So don't forget and rush out, because Mr. Birindelli does not like people who miss appointments."

"Who is Mr. Birindelli?" asked Ann innocently, wrapping her dressing gown around her more tightly.

"One of the big shots," offered Jenifer uncertainly, but Mr. Pauling glared at her with irritation.

"For your information," he informed them officiously, "Mr. Birindelli is the vice-president for sales and promotion and is responsible for everything that happens to our products after they leave the factory, including advertising, which makes him our boss. I would suggest being very, very nice to him."

"Oh, wait a minute," burst out Jenifer in her usual irrepressible manner. "Isn't he the guy everybody says belongs to the Mafia? One of the cameramen told me…"

"If I were you, Jenifer," interrupted Mr. Pauling between clenched teeth. "I would keep speculations of that kind to myself. People who offend Mr. Birindelli have been known to suffer tragic accidents of one kind or another. If the vice-president is not smiling when he comes out of your dressing room, Jenifer, consider yourself fired. It'll be the kindest thing I could do for you."

"Oh, he'll smile all right," grinned the blonde-haired girl mischievously. "I shall meet him wearing my Pink Cloud undies, before which strong men tremble!"

"That's exactly how I think you ought to meet him," commented Mr. Pauling levelly. "I don't know what he wants with you two bird-brains, but Birindelli has a reputation for liking the ladies and if you can manage to make him like you, all the better. When he comes into your dressing room, it wouldn't be a bad idea if you were accidentally not quite finished dressing. Show him a little flesh."

Ann listened to this exchange in silence. She had no idea what this Mr. Birindelli wanted and she did not really want to find out. Plus, she did not like the idea of receiving vice-presidents in her underwear.

But at the moment, they had a shooting session to get through and she could worry about Mr. Birindelli when the time came. As they entered the Graphics Studio, the set men were putting the finishing touches to a big Styrofoam pink cloud on which she and Jenifer were supposed to sit, looking as happy as possible over the fact that they were wearing Wonder-Wear underwear.

"Hey, get out the X-ray machine, boys, we gotta photograph Mrs. Larkin with her bathrobe on," jeered one of the technicians crudely as she and Jenifer entered the room. Ann's modesty was legendary among the camera crews and they never failed to tease her unmercifully whenever they got the opportunity. Normally Ann waited until the last possible moment to remove her dressing gown, but today she felt strangely challenged by Jenifer's free-wheeling carelessness and she immediately turned and hung her robe on a peg by the door.

It was the most revealing outfit she had ever modeled and she decided that she had better get accustomed to being looked at for a few minutes before they started pointing a camera at her, for otherwise her embarrassment would show and the pictures would be no good.

Every eye in the room was on her as she walked up and down, chatting uneasily with Jenifer. The full-bodied voluptuous young model knew that her full, firm breasts were swaying temptingly back and forth, but there was nothing she could do about it. She could hate this business all she wanted, but it was keeping Frank and her fed and sheltered and until something better came along, she knew that she had better grin and bear it.

"All right girls, up on the cloud!" called Mr. Pauling briskly as the lights and cameras were finally in position.

The next two hours passed quickly because Ann was busy every minute, posing, changing positions, smiling, frowning and laughing, all under Pauling's expert direction. She was a good model, favored by the graphics director because she concentrated on her work and he never needed to repeat himself when giving her directions.

As they were on the verge of finishing the last take, the studio door opened and a man entered. Ann felt the room grow tense as the camera crew and technicians became aware of his presence and she sensed immediately that this must be the fear-inspiring Mr. Birindelli she was supposed to meet.