Norma Egan - Naughty Lady

"Yeah, we outdid ourselves tonight," Ken agreed.

"If the old boy isn't satisfied with that performance, he can go fuck himself," Pam said.

Pam, Ken and Lew got dressed and left, leaving Linda to finish the evening's entertainment for Harrison White. As she walked to the master bedroom she experienced that strange empty feeling she'd been having so often lately. The group fuck had been a lot of fun, yes, but it was a fleeting pleasure. Something was missing in her life, perhaps something as old-fashioned and out-dated as love.

Linda walked naked into the master bedroom. Harrison White was naked, too, sitting on the bed and listing hiss pale stiff cock. His eyes were still focused on the one-way window, and they had a glassy look, as if he were still seeing the romping couples. Linda walked over to the bed and climbed on beside him, and only then did he glance her way.

"An excellent performance tonight, my dear," he said.

"Thank you, Harrison," Linda said meekly. "What would you like me to do now?"

"My favorite thing," White said with a happy sigh.

Linda wanted to groan. She was tired and didn't want any drawn-out action with the old man. But of course she didn't have any choice. If she ever pissed off Harrison White, she'd be out of a job. She faked an enticing smile, then dipped her glossy brown head into his lap.

"Good girl," White sighed.

Linda took the whole length of his rigid pale prick into her mouth, sucking it in till his white-furred balls pressed against her chin. She started giving the old man a vigorous head job, her shiny brown hair flying as she blew him.

Harrison White settled back against his plumped-up pillows with a blissful smile. He watched Linda's head bobbing up and down furiously, felt the steamy heat of her mouth and tongue all around his swollen meat. He panted softly as the lovely brunette sucked faster and faster on his oozing cock.

Linda felt nothing except the desire to bring him off and send him home. She sucked as fast and hard as she could on his stiff throbbing dick till she knew he was almost ready to come. Then she quickly released his saliva-soaked cock from her mouth and got on her hands and knees, her ass pointed towards him.

Without a word Harrison White mounted her and stuck his slim but rigid dick up her tight little asshole. Linda winced and clamped her jaws shut so as not to cry out with pain. Her only consolation was that he'd come fast. He gave only a few stiff thrusts of his prick before he moaned softly and filled her tight little asshole with steamy come.

"Thank you, my dear," he said, climbing off her. "A most satisfactory evening. You'll be rewarded, of course."

"Yes, Harrison," Linda said dully.

As the old man left she wondered, not for the first time, if her career was really worth the abuse and humiliation she put herself through. She felt like a slut every time she was with White, every time she offered him her fresh young body for his kinky shows. She had the career she'd always wanted, but was it worth the price she paid?

Harrison White finished dressing and left a neat roll of bills on Linda's dresser. When he liked her performance he rewarded her in various ways- salary raises, gifts, trips abroad, money. Linda knew it would be a very large amount of money this time.

"Good night, my dear," White said.

"Good night, Harrison," Linda said, stiffing a yawn.

The old man walked out of the room, and then Linda heard a sudden moan followed by a crash. She leaped naked from the bed and hurried out to the living room. Harrison White lay on the rug staring at the ceiling. As Linda bent over him she realized that he wasn't really staring. He didn't see anything. Harrison White was dead.

Linda's heart nearly stopped, too. White's wealth and power had built her career. What in the world was she going to do without him?

After Harrison White's death, his magazine holdings, including "Scene," were bought up by a successful new publisher named Winston Ray. Linda sat in her office feeling nervous and irritable as she waited to meet Ray for the first time. She wondered if she could persuade him to do her all the favors White had done.

There was a knock on her door. "Come in," Linda called, her heart in her throat. What if Ray didn't like her? What if he fired her?

But it wasn't Winston Ray who'd knocked, it was a young editorial assistant named Sally-and she was in team.

"Miss Tomson," she sobbed, "I have to talk to you.

"I'm expecting the new publisher in just a few minutes," Linda said impatiently. "Please make it quick. What on earth is the matter, Sally?"

"Miss Tomson," the girl said, blushing deeply, "I don't know quite how to say this, but one of the assistant editors made an indecent proposition to me."

Linda stared. "Whatever do you mean?" she said.

Sally went on blushing as she explained. "He said that if I wanted to keep my job I'd have to go to bed with him," she said. "Miss Tomson, you've got to fire that man. F never heard anything so outrageous in my life."

"Sally," Linda said coldly, "that kind of thing is routine. The man is your boss, and you're supposed to please him. I suggest you do what he wants-if you want to work for 'Scene."'

Sally gawked at her. "I can't believe this," she said. "You're telling me I actually have to go to bed with that old pig if I want to keep my job?"

"That's right," Linda said. "That's how the game's played, Sally. And the sooner you learn that, the sooner you'll get ahead in this business."

"Did you do things like that when you first came to work here?" Sally said.

"Of course," Linda snapped. "Everybody does."

"Not everybody, Miss Tomson," Sally said, straightening her shoulders. "Not me. No job is worth prostituting myself. I feel sorry for you, Miss Tomson. I'm sure you're not very proud of yourself for the way you got to the top, But I intend to stay proud of myself. You can shove your damned job."

Sally marched out, head held high. Linda surprised herself by bursting into team. For just a moment Sally had reminded her of the pure and idealistic girl she used to be, the girl she still secretly wanted to be. It was too late for Linda to turn back and change things, but Sally still had a chance. Linda wept as she thought of the girl's words: "I'm sure you're not very proud of yourself..

Then she quickly dried her eyes when she heard another knock on the door. "Come in," she called.

A tall broad-shouldered and extremely attractive man entered the room. He was perhaps forty-five, with thick silver hair and ruggedly handsome features, and he was expensively dressed in a dark blue suit. Linda found his smile devastating.

"Miss Tomson," he said, "I'm Winston Ray, the new publisher of 'Scene.' The chief editor informs me that you'll show me around the office."

"I'd be honored, Mr. Ray," Linda said.

She showed Winston Ray around, introducing him to the staff and describing the magazine's operation. She could hardly keep her mind on the tour, though, she was so turned on by Ray. She prayed that she could establish a relationship with him like she'd had with Harrison White. Not only would her future be secure, but she wouldn't at all mind making love to the sexy new publisher.

To her delight, Ray asked her out to dinner that evening. Linda dressed carefully in a long white satin gown that clung to her voluptuous figure. She was determined to seduce Winston Ray and to use his wealth and power just as she'd used Harrison White's. She knew by now that this was the only way to keep her job.

After dinner Ray invited her back to his apartment for cocktails, and Linda eagerly accepted. In his luxurious penthouse they sat on the couch and drank martinis, while Ray described his plans for "Scene."