Colin Johnson: The panty lovers

The vice-president for sales and promotion was unusually tall for an Italo-American and very good looking in a menacing, cruel way. His long wavy hair was black and he had enormous bushy eyebrows, beneath which his dark Mediterranean eyes scowled out at the room. At a glance, one could tell that this was a hard successful man who let nothing stand between himself and what he wanted.

"How are we doing, J.P.?" he asked Pauling casually, walking into the center of the room and surveying the models and the props with an air of professional competence.

"Well, pretty good, Mr. Birindelli. We're just finishing the shots for the Pink Cloud Sales Program. What do you think of it?"

"Pretty good, pretty good," Birindelli muttered, walking back and forth in front of the set and studying the two models with interest. "I'll want to see the results of course. The only thing that counts in this business is results! You agree, Pauling?"

"Yes, sir!" Mr. Pauling agreed immediately, but Birindelli ignored him and went on with his pep talk, addressing the cameramen and the models as well.

"An ad has to reach out and grab a potential customer by the throat. You gotta knock their eyes out! These days, anything goes, anything is fair game! Sex, religion, violence, motherhood, you name it and you can use it to sell underwear. Use whatever you like, but sell that product! It doesn't make any difference whether the product is any good or whether the customer needs it or not. The name of the game is sales! Agree?"

There was a general chorus of murmurs indicating agreement and even Ann, who did not agree in the slightest, found herself nodding her head up and down as Birindelli talked. He was the most powerful, forceful man she had ever seen and the young brown-haired model was going out of her mind with curiosity, wondering what he could possibly want to see her about.

"Now take this ad, for example," Birindelli continued in the same overbearing tone of voice. "You're selling panties and brassieres and you want the customer to know that she's going to feel like she's floating on a cloud if she wears our product. So you've put the girls in the panties and bra and on a cloud. So far so good. But this is not just ordinary underwear, it's sexy, almost see-through underwear and these are two sexy girls. Have you exploited that fact, Pauling?"

"Well…" stumbled the graphics director for a moment, "What exactly did you have in mind, Mr. B?"

"Sex, Pauling! Sex! Sex! These days sex will always sell a product. Learn that and you'll go a long way in this business. You can put all your eggs in one basket so long as it's one hell of a sexy basket!" Birindelli roared in a domineering tone of voice, walking up to the pink cloud and studying Ann and Jenifer carefully.

"Okay girls, let's shoot this scene by my rules and see how it turns out. We've got to have the girls and the underwear in the scene together, but the underwear doesn't have to be on the girls. You, what's your name?" he demanded, pointing to Ann's friend.

"Jenifer, Mr. Birindelli," responded the tall cool blonde without a trace of nervousness.

"Okay Jenifer, I want you to turn your back to the camera and take off the product. Cross your arms and your legs and hang the panties over one shoulder and your bra over the other. Somebody get me a step ladder so I can pose these two girls."

Ann Larkin felt the butterflies swarming in her tummy as a technician darted forward with a step ladder. Surely Jenifer would refuse! They couldn't make her strip naked in a room full of men!

But instead of refusing, Jenifer did precisely what she had been told to do. Inching carefully around on the precarious Styrofoam cloud, she presented her back to the camera just as Mr. Birindelli climbed agilely up. Winking at Ann, she slid the tiny silky panties down over her smooth thighs as Birindelli helpfully undid the brassiere. Then, crossing her legs as directed, she allowed the vice-president to arrange the two flimsy garments on her back, holding them in place with her fingers. Standing behind the Styrofoam cloud, there were two lighting technicians who were looking up at Jenifer's shapely exposed breasts and blonde, curl-covered loins, grinning evilly, and Ann would have died of embarrassment had this been happening to her. But, in fact, Jenifer seemed to be enjoying herself enormously and smiled mischievously down at the two technicians who were looking lasciviously at the most intimate parts of her body.

"And you're Ann Larkin," snapped the big corporation executive, now turning his attention to the other girl. Ann was far too upset to speak, so she merely nodded and tried to form her face into something like a friendly smile.

"Okay Ann, I want you to cross your legs just like Jenifer here, but facing the camera. Take off the brassiere and hang it so that one cup covers your tit and the other cup rests on your shoulder. Got it?"

The man's personality was far too strong to be resisted and even though Ann was saying no in her head, she found herself reaching behind her back to unfasten the Pink Cloud brassiere. Her heavy mountainous breasts fell forward naturally as they escaped their confinement, and she looked down at them startled to note that her brown tender nipples were swollen and turgid as if she were sexually aroused. Birindelli took the brassiere from her hands for a moment and surveyed her naked chest with an air of professional interest.

"Good tits," he muttered. "Goddamn good tits. Pity we can't show them, but this ad goes in store windows and family magazines."

Moving with deliberate slowness, the advertising executive arranged the bra over Ann's shoulder so that one cup seemed to be hanging naturally over her right breast. Then he guided her other hand into position to hold it in place and shield at least the bulging nipple of her left tit from the camera's eye. Ann closed her own eyes and tried to pretend all this was not really happening, hoping desperately that she was not betraying herself by blushing.

"Great!" proclaimed Birindelli, jumping down from his ladder. "Shoot it, boys. Looks terrific!"

"How the hell should I know what he wants?" Pauling had exclaimed with a dramatic shrug of his shoulders. "I'm just suggesting that you freshen up a little and wait for him in your dressing room. Maybe he needs a baby sitter or something." With that unhelpful remark, the graphics director had disappeared from view, taking Mrs. Porter with him.

There was very little space in her dressing room for pacing, but Ann paced anyway, moving back and forth between the bathroom door and her dressing table. What a day this was turning out to be!

Actually the scenes directed by Mr. Birindelli had not been as difficult as she would have imagined, nor had she been as embarrassed as she had anticipated. The technicians had all seen her naked breasts, of course, but instead of making her ill at ease, she had experienced for the first time a strange sense of power over them. There had been an unusual feeling in her stomach while the cameras were clicking and it was only after she was on her way back to her dressing room, once again wrapped securely in her bathrobe, that she had admitted to herself that deep down inside she had rather enjoyed the experience.

After the shooting was over, Birindelli had gone into Jenifer's dressing room and the two of them had been talking now for about ten minutes. Ann's curiosity was beginning to get the better of her as she waited, still wearing her Pink Cloud underwear. More to kill time than anything else, she decided to wash her face and went into the bathroom which she shared with Jenifer. As she was about to turn on the hot water, she heard voices coming from the other girl's room and, giving in to the temptation to eavesdrop, she stood still for a minute and then put her ear to the door to Jenifer's room and listened.