Norma Egan - Naughty Lady

Linda Tomson, a statuesque twenty-two-year-old brunette just graduated from Vassar, felt on top of the world. She'd landed a job with a popular national magazine, "Scene," and her new boss was taking her out to dinner.

Glen Parsons, assistant editor of "Scene," was a handsome blond man in his early forties, recently divorced. Over dinner and cocktails Linda couldn't help eyeing him. Perhaps Glen might be part of her bright future, along with her new job. She hadn't had much time to date in college, but now she intended to make up for lost time.

As Linda and Glen were leaving the restaurant, Glen smiled at her and said, "Well just drop by my apartment for a nightcap."

Linda reddened and said, "Thank you, Glen, but I couldn't do that. I just don't think it's right."

Glen looked at her with a mixture of amusement and impatience. Linda didn't know what to do. She'd been brought up by rather strict and religious parents, and she knew they wouldn't approve of their virgin daughter going to a man s apartment so late at night. But she didn't want to make Glen angry, either.

Glen solved the dilemma by taking her hand and steering her over to his car. "Don't be silly," he said with a friendly grin. "I'm not going to rape you. I'm just going to give you a martini."

Linda knew she should refuse to go with him, but she was afraid of angering him and losing her wonderful new job. She felt nervous and shy as they entered his expensively furnished bachelor apartment. She told herself not to be ridiculous, that Glen was a decent and mature man. But she couldn't help feeling uneasy as they sat beside each other on the sofa and sipped their drinks.

"I hope you're going to enjoy working with us, Linda," Glen said.

Linda brightened and said, "Oh, I know I will, Glen. This is the job of my dreams. I've always wanted to work on a magazine."

"I'm sure you'll do very well," Glen said, "as soon as you learn the rules of the game."

"Game?" Linda said. "That's a strange way to refer to the publishing business."

"I wasn't referring to the publishing business, love," Glen said with a chuckle. "I was referring to why I brought you up here tonight. You don't seem to understand."

"No, I don't," Linda said, blushing hotly.

Glen leaned closer to her, till their thighs were touching, and said softly, 'Then let me explain, my dear. You're going to be working for me, right? Well, that means we have to get along-both in the office and after work. If you want to get ahead in this business, you have to please your boss."

Linda stared at him, too shocked to say anything for the moment. If she understood him correctly, she'd have to go to bed with him to keep her job. The idea struck Linda as outrageous and unfair. It might happen in novels, but she couldn't believe it went on in the real world.

"Glen," she said numbly, 'just come right out with it. Tell me what you're trying to say. I don't believe I understand."

Glen laughed rather harshly and said, "I didn't want to be that blunt, but it looks like I'll have to. I'm trying to tell you, Linda, that if you want this job, you have to let me ball you."

Linda leaped up, spilling her drink, and grabbed for her coat and purse. "I can't believe that," she said angrily. "Ill certainly report it to the chief editor."

Glen gave his harsh laugh again and said, "Don't bother, dear. He balls all his assistants, too. Why do you think his staff is so pretty?"

Linda's blush deepened as she realized Glen was right. The magazine staff consisted of a few men and a great many attractive young women. The message was clear: if a young woman wanted to work for "Scene," she'd better be prepared to be her boss' whore.

"Look," Glen said, getting up and taking Linda's hand, "you're upset, and you need time to think about this. I'll leave you alone in the bedroom for five minutes, and you can calm down and make your decision."

He led her down a thickly carpeted hall and into a large bedroom with a king-size bed. "I have to choose between the job of my dreams and going to bed with you?" Linda said bitterly.

"That's it, kiddo." Glen said. "I certainly hope you decide to stay on. You're one of the most attractive chicks I've hired in a long time."

He closed the door and left her alone. Linda stared into the dresser mirror and wondered how she'd gotten into such a situation. She saw a tall girl with a very pretty face, long thick brown hair, and large jutting breasts. She admired her tiny firm waist, good long legs, and slim curvy hips. Yes, no doubt she was attractive to men, but would she use her looks to get the career she wanted?

"Oh, God," Linda moaned, "what am I going to do?"

For four years she'd studied hard for the career she dreamed of, publishing. She'd turned down dates and parties, she'd made excellent grades, and she was good at her work. It just didn't seem fair that none of it counted now. All that mattered to her new boss was getting her into bed.

Linda wanted the job with all her heart, but she'd been saving her virginity for marriage. On the other hand, it was very difficult to get jobs in the publishing field, and this was probably her only chance. She felt torn with indecision.

Which was mare important, her beliefs or her career?

When Glen returned to the bedroom, Linda had made her decision. "All right, Glen," she said in a trembling voice, "let's get it over with. But let me make sure I understand you. If I go to bed with you now, you guarantee me that job?"

Glen was smiling broadly. "That's right," he said. "And believe me, honey, you made a smart choice. Now you can have a career and some fun, too."

Linda certainly didn't regard it as fun to give up her virginity to a near stranger. She trembled and fought back tears as Glen stepped up to her and started to unbutton her dress. So far in her life she'd done nothing more than kiss a few boys or hold hands. Now she was about to go all the way, and she was terrified.

"Hey, stop shaking," Glen said, much more gentle now. "I'm not going to hurt you, honey. We're going to have a great time."

Linda said nothing. Glen got the front of her dress open and drew it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Standing there in just her bra and panties, Linda blushed beet red. No one had ever seen the adult Linda undressed, not even her own mother.

"Christ, you're beautiful," Glen said earnestly.

Linda looked down at her body as if it were a foreign object. She'd always been vaguely aware of being pretty, but she hadn't realized that she could turn men on so hotly. Glen was looking at her big ripe tits like a hungry man at a banquet. The creamy-pale globes seemed about to burst from her flimsy white lace bikini bra.

"I've got to see you naked," Glen said huskily.

He reached around Linda and unhooked her bra. It was all she could do not to scream and run as he drew away the little garment and exposed the superb snowy mountains of her breasts. Her dainty cone-shaped nipples were light brown and soft, her tits melon-shaped.

"Gorgeous," Glen breathed. "Nicest set of jugs I ever saw."

Linda just couldn't stop blushing. She'd never had a man stare at her naked boobs and use dirty language. She flinched and gasped when Glen reached out and cupped her heavy but firm breasts. His hands felt hot, almost scalding, on the sensitive flesh.

"Beautiful," he murmured, molding and stroking her tits, "just beautiful."

He rubbed his thumbs back and forth over her little brown nipples, and to Linda's embarrassment the small buds sprang into stiff erection. She felt a vague excitement, too, as Glen went on caressing her big creamy tits. She'd had no idea that having her breasts touched would feel sexy.