Norma Egan - Naughty Lady

The editor-in-chief was a relatively young man, in his early forties, with dark hair turning silver at the temples. Frank Brooks was also extremely attractive, lean and tan, with piercing blue eyes and a flashing smile. Linda was drawn to him immediately.

Frank Brooks was obviously attracted to Linda, too. He clapped Martin Graves on the shoulder and said, "I'll have to congratulate you on hiring the most beautiful girls for your staff, Marty. Linda's the prettiest one yet."

Graves didn't smile. He'd had Linda to himself for only a month, and now his boss was eyeing her. Linda was thrilled-and hopeful that Brooks' attention would help get her a promotion. At the end of lunch, Brooks asked her to drop into his office at her earliest convenience.

"You're certainly doing well for yourself," Martin Graves said gloomily as they drove back to the office. "I suppose you'll be balling Brooks next."

Linda looked at him coldly. "That's how the game is played," she said. "You should know. You taught me the rules when you took me away from Glen."

Graves shut up, and they didn't say another word all the way back to work. Linda waited a few hours before going to Frank Brooks' office. Her heart pounded as she asked his secretary to let her see the editor-in-chief. Except for the publisher, Brooks was the most important and powerful man on the "Scene" staff. He could do a lot for her if she played her cards right.

Linda was allowed into Brooks' private office, and he greeted her with his sexy smile. "Linda," he said, "this won't take long. I like to get to know the more promising junior staff members. Would you have dinner with me some evening?"

"Of course, Mr. Brooks," Linda said, returning his smile. "At your convenience."

"Tonight is convenient for me," Brooks said.

Linda took two hours to dress that night, for it might be the most important evening of her career. She chose a floor-length black dress which was cut very low in front to show the ripe cleavage of her large breasts. She swept her thick glossy brown hair up on top of her head and wore dangling diamond earrings.

The mirror told her that she looked terrific, but she was still nervous when Frank Brooks came to pick her up. Glen and Martin were just underlings, but this was the big man. If she didn't please him, she could kiss her career goodbye. And if he liked her, there was no telling how far her career could go.

Frank took Linda to an outrageously expensive little restaurant, and then they went dancing. He was a charming man, attentive and generous, yet he didn't give Linda a hint of his feelings till late in the evening. As they came out of the disco and Frank hailed a cab, Linda was still wondering if she'd turned him on at all.

Then Frank said, "Stop by my place for a nightcap?"

"Of course, Mr. Brooks," Linda said.

"Call me Frank," he said, slipping his arm around her waist.

Linda breathed a big sigh of relief. Now she knew he wanted her. She wanted him, too. Unlike Glen and Martin, this guy really turned her on. She felt that familiar glowing and swelling sensation in her pussy as she imagined going to bed with Frank. By the time they reached his apartment, she felt urgently horny.

"What will you have, Linda?" Frank said. "I make a pretty mean martini."

"A martini will be fine," Linda purred.

Frank's penthouse apartment was like the others she'd visited, only bigger and more lavishly furnished. Linda took a seat on the long brown leather couch, and soon Frank joined her with their drinks. He sat close beside her, their legs almost touching, and Linda felt a dizzy rush of lust for him.

"You're beautiful girl, Linda," Frank said. "You should go far in this business."

"If I play my cards right," Linda said wryly.

Frank grinned and said, "I see you know the score. You know why I asked you up here."

Linda hardly blushed any more, and she didn't blush now. She just said coolly, "Yes, Frank, I do, and I can assure you, you won't be disappointed."

"Let's just find out," Frank said with a grin. "The bedroom is this way."

Linda felt nervous as she followed him into his bedroom, but outwardly she was perfectly cool. Frank came to her and deftly removed her necklace and earrings, then unzipped the back of her dress. The long dress fluttered to the floor, and Linda stepped out of it wearing only a pair of panties and her high-heeled shoes.

Frank's eyes widened as he studied her large thrusting breasts. The big melon-shaped boobs quivered just slightly with Linda's breathing, the little light brown nipples poking out pert and erect. Then Frank's eyes swept down to her black lace bikini panties.

Linda grinned, stepped out of her shoes, and began to lower her panties. Frank couldn't take his eyes off her tall lush figure as she slowly inched the panties down over the cute little globes of her ass. She unveiled the saucy rounds of her butt first, then the glossy little triangle of her muff. The panties fluttered down her legs, and she stepped out of them totally naked.

"Fantastic." Frank exclaimed. "You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen.

"Thank you, Frank," Linda said coolly. "Would you like me to undress you?"

He laughed and reached out to pat her pert little ass. "No, thanks, I can do that myself," he said. "I'd rather have you lie on the bed so I can look at you."

"Whatever you want, Frank," Linda cooed.

She went to the bed, lay down on her back, and tried out one of her new tricks. Instead of lying there modestly with her legs tightly shut, she opened her thighs and let them fall apart, displaying the rich scarlet flesh of her pussy and its glossy fringe of brown curls. The trick worked well. Frank's eyes focused hotly on her wantonly exposed snatch as he undressed.

Linda was just as much interested in his body as he was in hers. She watched with unconcealed curiosity as he removed his clothes. He was in excellent shape, lean and well-muscled and tan all over. His hard chest was thickly matted with black and silver hairs.

Her interest increased as Frank lowered his trousers, but she was astonished to see no bulge at the crotch of his jockey shorts. If he had the hots for her, there was no sign of it. Frank tugged down his shorts, and Linda gawked at his flaccid prick.

His cock hung loosely from its nest of silver and black hairs, a wobbly little worm with no life in it at all. The wrinkled sausage couldn't have been more than two inches long. His rosy red balls were flaccid, too, dangling loose and empty.

Linda tried to conceal her disappointment as Frank strolled over to the bed, his pitiful little dick flopping. His cock just couldn't compare with Martin's or Glen's. But Frank didn't seem bothered about it. He was grinning eagerly as he climbed onto the bed beside her and reached out to cup and fondle her big creamy breasts.

"This is going to be a treat," he said. "I haven't balled such a beautiful girl in a long time."

Linda faked an enthusiastic smile and wondered what in hell he thought he was going to ball her with. She lay back and sighed as he played with her tits. It felt pleasant, but she couldn't get over her disappointment about Frank not having an erection.

Frank cupped her big hot tits and squeezed them lustily, running his thumbs back and forth over her erect nipples. He rubbed his face against the creamy-white melons and licked each nipple in turn, lashing and rimming them with his slick hot tongue tip.

"Ummmmm," Linda murmured.

"You like that?" Frank said. "You haven't seen anything yet, sweetheart."

Linda wondered how he could brag with that poor little limp cock. It certainly didn't seem anything to boast about. While Frank kissed and licked her big heaving boobs, Linda glanced down at his prick and saw that it was still limp and shriveled, practically hidden in its nest of black and silver curls.