Norma Egan - Naughty Lady

Linda blushed hotly and said, "You mean- Oh, wow, you mean we have to go to bed with those guys?"

"Only if we want to keep our jobs," Millie sighed. "Brooks wants their business real bad. We'll have to give them whatever they want."

Linda had thought she was hardened to life around the "Scene" office, but this newest episode shocked her. Frank Brooks was actually cold blooded enough to order half the female staff to prostitute themselves in order to get more advertisers. It certainly wasn't the glamorous world of publishing Linda had always dreamed about when she was in college.

"Hey, kid, smile," Millie said, patting her on the shoulder. "Remember, anything's worth it if you can keep your job."

There was a note of sarcasm in Millie's voice which Linda understood all too well. She nodded grimly. Then they both plastered big phony smiles on their faces and went to join the other girls, who were already circulating among the ad executives.

One of the men, a pudgy balding little guy who looked like Porky Pig, singed Linda out right away. "Hello there," he said, "my name's Fred Lane. Won't you sit with me?"

"Of course, Mr. Lane," Linda said, hiding her lack of enthusiasm. "I'm Linda Tomson."

A uniformed waiter brought around trays of drinks and food while the guests sat in deck chairs and enjoyed the ride. When they were out of the harbor and well away from other boats, Frank Brooks signaled for attention.

"It's a beautiful hot day, folks," he said with a big grin. "How about a swim?"

Millie leaned over to Linda and whispered, "Hang on, honey, here we go."

Then Millie was standing up and taking off her clothes.

There was laughter and whistles from the men, but it didn't take them long to follow suit. The other girls started undressing, too, right there on the deck. It took Linda a few moments to realize that this was going to be a group nude swim-and then she blushed right down to her toes.

"Shall we get in on the fun, Linda?" Fred Lane said eagerly.

"Oh, uh, yes, of course," Linda stammered.

She and Lane stood up and started to undress. Linda had never felt so embarrassed in her life. She was used to being naked when she made love with one man, but she'd never been part of an orgy before, displaying her body to a whole group of men and women,

She tried to follow Millie's lead. The tall young blonde was skinning out of her pants and shirt as if she did it every day, smiling and chatting. Millie didn't hesitate to unhook her bra and playfully toss it at one of the executives. Then she wriggled out of her panties and stood there stark naked without a blush.

Linda couldn't help gawking-and neither could the men. Millie was something to gawk at. About five-feet-nine, she had a tiny waist and slim curvy hips but very large breasts, great lovely rounds of creamy flesh capped with large cone-shaped pink nipples. Her rather large triangular bush was golden blonde.

"Oh, Christ," one of the executives muttered, "it's giving me a hard-on just to look at her."

If Millie heard the remark, she didn't show it She just smiled and headed for the rail of the boat. Several of the men were naked now, and they trotted after her, pale cocks wagging. Millie led the way in a group dive over the side of the boat.

Meanwhile Linda had removed her pants and shirt and was standing there in just her pink bikini bra and panties. Fred Lane, ogling her hungrily, was down to his jockey torts-and he certainly wasn't anything to write home about. His pink hairless body was practically round, and his balding head shone in the sunlight.

"Come on, Linda," he said eagerly, "let's hit the water."

Linda looked around. Most of the other girls were naked and diving over the side of the boat to join the laughing, shouting crowd in the water. If Linda didn't hurry, she'd be the last girl into the water-and Frank Brooks' scowl told her that would be a mistake. He was still standing there fully clothed, making sure each girl cooperated.

Linda sighed and reached around to unhook her bra. Fred Lane's little blue eyes practically popped out of his head when her huge melon-shaped tits wobbled out into their natural thrust, the light brown nipples pert and pointed. Linda blushed furiously.

But there was nothing to do but cooperate, if she wanted to keep her job. Reluctantly she tugged down her panties and exposed the glossy brown triangle of her bush and the adorable little globes of her ass. Fred swallowed hard, then licked his lips, as he eyed her superb naked body.

"Come on, Fred," Linda said; forcing a grin, "let's go. Last one in is a rotten egg."

"Yes, uh, sure," Fred stammered.

He was so busy ogling Linda's superb tall body that he almost stumbled as he wriggled out of his shorts. Linda glanced at his cock and was not impressed. The limp little peter was no more than an inch long, flopping lewdly from a thin brown bush. His rosy-red balls were flaccid, too, swaying with his movements.

Linda headed for the side of the boat. As she dived off, Frank Brooks gave her the okay sign, showing his approval of her obedience. Linda was powerfully tempted to give him the finger, but she had to concentrate on her dive. She entered the water gracefully, and Fred followed with a big splash.

It wasn't so much a swim as a free-for-alt grope. Linda had a dizzy impression of countless naked tits and cocks and balls and pussies as the men and women laughed and ducked each other and chased each other in the water. Linda felt strange hands copping quick feels of her boobs and snatch. "Say, this is fun, isn't it?" Fred chirped. "Fantastic," Linda said dully.

She swam around, trying to keep out of Fred's reach, watching what the other girls were doing. They were more experienced at carrying out Frank's schemes, and Linda needed to learn from them. They were all smiling like crazy, as if it were the greatest thrill in the world to have their asses and jugs pinched by a bunch of panting middle-aged men.

Millie was being pursued by two guys, and she allowed herself to be caught. One of the men drew her close to him, face to face, and wriggled his pale dick against her soaked blonde muff. The other man swam up behind her and cupped her pert round ass. Millie just giggled.

Linda was so busy watching Millie that she didn't notice Fred sneaking up behind her. She squeaked as he caught her around the waist and pressed close against her. His floppy little cock tickled her bare butt. She felt his pudgy hand creeping between her thighs to caress the sleek flesh of her pussy.

"I hope you and I can be alone together tonight," Fred whispered homely.

Linda could only respond with a strained smile. She felt Fred's fat stiff middle finger creeping right up her cunt. He wriggled it in clear to the last knuckle and probed up and down in cock-like motions. Linda felt a naughty thrill of excitement, even though the little fat man himself didn't turn her on at all.

"Your box is so tight," Fred sighed. "My God, I can hardly wait to be alone with you, Linda."

While Linda was still struggling for words, somebody jumped them, ducking both her and Fred. She managed to wriggle off the impalement of his finger and swim away. So it went for the rest of the swim, Linda trying to elude Fred, only to be tickled and squeezed and felt up by other men. Linda was gad when Frank finally called them all out of the water to have dinner.

But soon after dinner they horny executives began leading the girls away to the privacy of their staterooms. Fred Lane gave Linda a yearning look, and she knew her turn had come. There, was nothing to do but get it over with. She put on her most enticing smile and followed the pudgy little man below decks.

Frank had assigned each executive a small stateroom of his own. There were no rooms for the girls, which meant they had to sleep with a man. Linda noticed that the steward had put her overnight bag in Fred's room. It was all perfectly set up for a love affair-except that she didn't feel a spark of interest in Fred Lane.