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CHAPTER TWO

And now he was coming to her room!

Ann heard the door to Jenifer's dressing room close solidly behind the vice-president for sales and promotion, and the sound of his heavy deliberate footsteps in the hallway. Panic swept over the young model like a waterfall as she realized that in her nervous excitement she had forgotten to dress. She was still clad only in the skimpy Pink Cloud underwear she had worn for the advertisement and if Birindelli came in and found her half-dressed like this, it would seem like an open invitation for him to start all over again with her the lewd cocksucking he had just finished next door with Jenifer!

Presumably, his lust would be satisfied, but Ann had heard about men who could do it again and again, and she wanted to take no chances. Her first impulse was to grab her bathrobe and cover herself completely, but then she remembered what Mr. Pauling had said about "showing him some flesh".

For a split-second, she hung in agonized indecision. Then, realizing that she had to do something, Ann quickly unsnapped the brassiere and took it off. She put on her dressing gown, leaving it partially open in front so that the magnificent twin peaks of her breasts were exposed almost to the nipples. Ann remembered how the handsome vice president had coarsely praised her breasts on the set and hoped that this would satisfy him.

Just as she fastened the cord around her slender waist, the door opened and Birindelli entered briskly.

Until this moment, the young brunette model had not realized just how big a man he really was. Birindelli towered above her by at least a foot and she estimated that he weighed over two hundred pounds without a trace of excess fat anywhere.

"All right Ann," he rumbled, his deep powerful voice filling the room. "I've got a conference in a few minutes, so I'll come right to the point. I've been watching you, whether you knew it or not, for the past six months, and I've decided that you've got what it takes to go places in the world of sales and promotion." His dark cruel eyes wandered over her luringly half-exposed body as he spoke and Ann had to repress a naturally modest desire to close the front of her gown. This man was important to her and she had to charm him one way or another. If he fired her, she and Frank would really be in financial difficulties.

"I'm hiring you and Jenifer as special promotional assistants. If you take the job, you can forget about routine modeling duties as of right now. The salary's about three times what you're making at the present and you will be considered for pay raises every six months."

"Oh, Mr. Birindelli…" Ann began to stammer, surprised and delighted at the unexpected development. It was obvious to her now that what happened between Birindelli and Jenifer had nothing to do with her. He was not just interested in her pretty face and stunning figure; he wanted her for what she could do as a businesswoman, an executive! But he cut off her expressions of gratitude with a quick businesslike wave of his hand.

"Don't thank me, because I don't do things like this out of the kindness of my heart. People who work for me make money because they produce. And if they fail to produce, I get rid of them in one hell of a hurry. Remember the name of this game is sales!" He paused to pick up the Pink Cloud bra hanging over the back of her chair and dangled it before her eyes. "There's a dozen other companies in New York manufacturing tit-holders just as good as this one! But the Pink Cloud is going to outsell a dozen identical products ten-to-one because we are going to sell it like it was God's gift to women. Wonder-Wear is the biggest in the business because we merchandise every one of our products with no holds barred. It's a war, Miss Larkin, a war, and we'll stop at nothing to make sure we win it. Keep that in mind and you'll go a long way. Report to my office tomorrow at three for a briefing on your new duties as a special promotional assistant. And I have a terrible habit of firing people who are more than two minutes late!" He turned, as if to go, and then paused, giving her one last lingering inspection, "Even if you do have the biggest and most voluptuous tits I've ever seen," he added, his voice softening just a little. As he spoke, the vice-president stretched out both arms and ran his hands down the front of her dressing gown, briefly exposing and caressing her two proud swollen breasts, his fingers lightly brushing over her tight brown nipples. Ann was too startled and frightened to protest and by the time she got her wits together, he had whirled on his heel and marched out the door.

The young model suddenly felt a slight weakness about the knees and sat down heavily on the nearest chair.

It was an exceedingly long ride on the subway to the edge of the city where she and Frank lived in their tiny apartment, and as she rattled back and forth on the noisy dirty subway car, Ann daydreamed about getting a nice place closer to the center of town. With new salary, they could begin to afford some of the luxuries of life.

Mr. Birindelli had never given her a chance to say yes or no to his offer of a new job but the more she thought about it, the better it sounded, particularly the salary. Of course Ann had not the remotest idea of what a special promotional assistant was supposed to do, but she imagined herself seated behind a magnificent desk designing advertisements or charming important clients. It really didn't matter! For that kind of money, she would do almost anything.

Of course the events of the day had shaken her up a little and she felt nervous and vaguely sexy as the subway car swayed from side to side. The nudity had upset her more than a little and the sex scene she had witnessed between Birindelli and Jenifer had shocked her profoundly, but she decided to go on as if nothing had happened. What other people did should be of no concern to her.

Nevertheless, the statuesque young model had to admit that she was a tiny bit aroused by all that had happened. Mr. Birindelli had absolutely no business touching her breasts the way he did and she would never permit him to do it again, but the memory of his fingers on her nipples excited her anyway and she hoped that Frank was not too tired to make love tonight.

Their honeymoon had been short and for most of their marriage, Frank had been working so hard and such irregular hours that they had really had very little time to enjoy each other in bed. Sometimes Ann wanted sex so badly that it almost hurt, but she had been taught that proper young wives did not make demands of this kind. The man was supposed to take the initiative and decent women learned to control their emotions.

When she arrived at their small shabby apartment, Dr. Frank Larkin took her excited news as calmly as he did most things, but he was obviously overjoyed, particularly at the fact that his wife would no longer have to pose for photographers in her underwear. Larkin was a slender, scholarly-looking young man with thick glasses who habitually wore a rather severe professional expression. But the frown was replaced with a smile as Ann told him about her new salary.

"Hell, it'll be years before I'll be making that much money," he stated enthusiastically, swinging away from his desk end the scientific books he had been studying. "There's so much we need, it's hard to decide what we ought to buy first. A car, I think! Something dignified and solid that suits a doctor and his wife. And I need a lot of books and some clothes…"

"It'll be awhile before we've saved enough for a car," cautioned Ann, but Frank brushed her objections aside.

"Listen, honey, nobody pays cash for anything any more. You buy on credit and doctor can always get credit," he insisted. "Since you don't have to report to work until three o'clock tomorrow, we can pick one out in the morning and make the first payment with your first paycheck."

It had been months since Ann had seen her husband so excited and she decided to take advantage of his enthusiasm by crawling into his arms.

"Since I've been such a clever girl, don't you think I deserve a little reward?" she whispered suggestively, biting his ear and kissing his neck tenderly.

"Of course," he responded affably. "What would you like? Some new dresses or something?"

"No, no, darling," she crooned. "All I want is you. Don't you think we should celebrate a little? I mean it's been such a long tinge since we made love together…" She wiggled her bottom hungrily against his lap, trying to arouse him and pressed her full lush breasts against his chest. Her nipples were flow so swollen and hard from excitement that they hurt and Ann could feel the first warm orgiastic juices flowing inside her and wetting the thin nylon crotchband of her panties.

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.