Colin Johnson: The panty lovers

She had to have it!

"I suppose so," he replied uncertainly. "According to some medical authorities a certain amount of unpremeditated spontaneity between spouses is not counter-indicated in conjugal relations. Why don't you climb into bed while I finish up this chapter…"

Her softly trembling nakedness covered only by the sheet, Ann lay restlessly in their marriage bed, unhappy and unsatisfied, while her husband rolled over on his side and dropped quickly off to sleep in his usual precise manner. She noticed that he had failed to remove his underwear, as usual.

It had been the same old story. Frank made love with all the wild passionate enthusiasm of a surgeon removing a badly infected appendix. Sometimes Ann had the impression that he had learned about sex only in medical school and only did it because the best medical authorities recommended it for a man's health.

There had been many nights like this in the course of their marriage when Ann had been unmoved and unsatisfied by Frank's love-making, but this was the first time that she had found the courage to admit to herself that she was not getting what she wanted.

But there was nothing she could do about it. Ann knew that she was not the kind of woman to get involved in some sordid extra-marital love affair. She would just have to learn to control herself. This new job would help, she decided. Modeling had a natural tendency to arouse her emotions, but perhaps with a desk job she would be more tired physically at the end of the day and the demands of her body would be less.

It took a long time to fall asleep that night, however, and when she did, Ann dreamed of Birindelli's hands on her breasts.

Ann met Jenifer coming down the long carpeted hallway to Mr. Birindelli's office and breathed a sigh of relief, happy to know that she would not have to face the tough-talking, hard-driving corporation executive all by herself.

"How are you, baby," called the tall blonde cheerfully. "How does it feel to be a special promotional assistant?"

"Good, I guess," dubiously responded the lush young doctor's wife. "What do you suppose we have to do?"

"Let's go into the lion's den and find out," suggested Jenifer. "It's almost three o'clock and our fearless leader does not like to be kept waiting."

Jenifer was wearing a cheerful cocktail dress, cut low in front to expose the alluring swelling of her high-set, well-formed breasts. She seemed so fresh and lively that Ann found it difficult to believe this was the same immoral woman who had been so lewdly sucking Mr. Birindelli's lust-swollen penis the day before. It just goes to show you, thought Ann as the two of them presented themselves to Birindelli's secretary, you can never really know what another person is like.

The secretary waved them through and as they entered the inner office, the vice president for sales and promotion was behind his desk, surrounded by a team of assistants and secretaries, shouting into a telephone.

"Tell them to get off their fucking asses," Birindelli thundered at some unfortunate person on the other end of the line. "If the cocktail room isn't ready by eight o'clock, you're fired!" And he slammed down the receiver without waiting for a reply. Ann noticed that none of his female secretaries batted all eyelash at this vulgar language, since they were evidently accustomed to him. Looking up, he caught sight of the two models and permitted himself a quick tense smile.

"Oh, here are our two lovelies. Sit down girls and listen hard because I've only got a few seconds to spare."

Jenifer and Ann took seats hesitantly while Birindelli's staff clustered around him ready to execute any order he might give.

"I had hoped to be able to give you some on-the-job training and brief you thoroughly on your duties before an important job came up, but we're got a crisis on our hands and we're going to have to throw you two into the breach without much preparation. About all hour ago we got a call from Mr. Judson Ty Benson of Salt Lake City, a perfect asshole who also happens to be the biggest buyer of women's clothing in the Midwest. Benson and his team are going to be in town for one night and they want to see the Pink Cloud and our other recent designs. We're setting up a dinner and a party for this evening and the two of you will model our stuff and socialize with Benson and his crew. Jenkins, where's that biographic sketch the market research people worked up?"

An assistant promptly handed the executive a sheet of paper and Birindelli tossed it in Ann's direction.

"Study this and get to know your man, because Benson is your baby. I want you to stick to him like glue all evening and if he signs a contract with us tomorrow morning, I'll write you a check for one cool grand. Screw up and you can look for another job. Jenifer, you get Benson's right-hand man, a guy named Franklyn. We don't know much about him so you'll have to play it by ear. Now both of you get your asses downstairs and see Pauling about what he wants you to wear."

It was clearly not the moment to ask questions. Birindelli immediately turned his attention to the documents before him on his desk and the two young models found their own way out of his office.

"That guy has all the charm of a bull elephant in the rutting season," commented Jenifer acidly, right in front of Birindelli's secretary. "Come on, let's go see old Pauling and see what kind of rags he's got for us."

Ann followed the sexy blonde model down the hall, admiring the way her friend handled herself in every situation. Nothing ever seemed to upset Jenifer, even Mr. Birindelli. How she wished she could behave with the same cool sophistication!

"Look, Pauling, I'm worried," Jenifer told the graphics director as she unzipped the gown she was wearing and stepped casually out of it.

"Try this one on," suggested Pauling, handing her another party dress and stepping back to admire the girl's smooth sleek body, now covered only by a tiny pair of lacy panties. "I didn't know you ever worried about anything. Tonight got you upset?"

"Yes, but not for myself. I can handle almost anything that comes my way, but I don't think our little girlfriend quite realizes what she's gotten herself into. You know how innocent and naive she is! What happens when this Judson Ty Benson tries to get her into bed? She'll scream 'RAPE!' Wonder-Wear will lose the sale and Birindelli will probably fire everybody in the room, including you and me."

"Could be," admitted Pauling uneasily, frowning as Jenifer's words took effect. "And yet, somehow, Birindelli usually has all the angles figured. I explained all about Ann's morals when he picked her and he insisted on having her anyway. Can't you straighten her out between now and the party?"

"I'll do what I can," agreed the model dubiously, "but I don't want to scare her off, either. Can't you think of anything?"

"Keep your eye on her and make sure her glass is filled every minute," advised the graphics director seriously. "Her type can't normally handle much liquor. Everything goes a little bit better if it's oiled."

"Okay, but you stay on your toes too. I'll be busy with this guy Franklyn," Jenifer reminded him. "Hey, I like this outfit. Does it show enough tit?"

"Plenty," the advertising man assured her, allowing his lustful gaze to roam over her smooth, young breasts. "And you'll only be wearing it for the first few minutes. After that, you'll be sporting Wonder-Wear and that shows even more."

"You know," reflected Jenifer, pirouetting in front of the mirror. "I really do dig this dress. Could I keep it afterwards?"

"That's a three hundred dollar dress," said Pauling softly, coming up behind her and putting his hands confidently on her slender waist. "And it belongs to Wonder-Wear, Incorporated. Of course, I might be persuaded to drop it from the inventory…"