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CHAPTER EIGHT

Outside, the wind was blowing as autumn began to sweep over the city, but inside Apartment Number Eleven, it was so warm and pleasant that Ann relaxed on the big circular waterbed in the living room wearing only a pair of skimpy nylon panties and feeling no particular need for any warmer clothing. Sipping a Scotch on the rocks, she gazed dreamily out the window and watched the dry red leaves blow off the trees, remembering how cold and dreary it was in the shabby cheap flat she and her husband rented.

Naturally, she spent very little time there these days. After Jacques LaFarge had signed his million-dollar contract, Wonder-Wear had closed out its summer sales program and started making preparations for the winter season, which meant that Birindelli had the two girls busy day and night. Besides, since that terrible day when Frank had slapped her for trying to suck his cock, there had been a deadly coolness between them and she'd felt uncomfortable and ill at ease in her own home, avoiding it whenever she could. It was so much nicer here, she thought happily, in this marvelous place with expensive furniture, a fireplace and a liquor closet which always seemed to be full.

The pretty brunette model was lazily considering getting up to pour herself another drink when the door opened and Jenifer burst in, as usual all smiles and enthusiasm.

"Hey, aren't you dressed yet?" called the young blonde girl cheerfully. "Or do you plan to receive the president of our glorious corporation wearing last year's panties? The least you could do is put on the bra and panties we're selling this season!"

"Oh, Jenny, is it already time to get dressed?" Ann complained. "I was just enjoying lying here getting as drunk as a pig. And it seems like such a waste of time getting all dressed when the gang'll just find some excuse to make us get undressed all over again."

"I suppose they will," admitted Jenifer. "But that's the fun part of it. Who's coming tonight anyway, the usual bunch?"

"Yeah, just the boss, plus Pauling and the president. No customers as far as I know. Supposed to be a family party."

"Not many families that sell five million dollars worth of panties alone in one year," Jenifer reminded her. "Anyway, the family that lays together, stays together, or something like that. Come on, Miss Big-Tits get your ass up and put some clothing on it. They could be here any minute now."

Ann playfully threw a pillow at her friend, climbed off the water-bed and walked into her bedroom to dress. With her greatly increased salary, the young woman had invested heavily in her wardrobe, buying the latest in women's fashions from Paris and Rome, as well as getting many free samples of everything produced by Wonder-Wear. She was a little surprised to find that she really enjoyed wearing daring sexy dresses which displayed as much of her desirable young body as possible, becoming excited herself whenever she knew that she had succeeded in arousing the animal lust in a man.

"Let me see, what should I wear?" she asked herself, thumbing through her vast collection of outfits. "Shall I put on something really shocking?"

"Go ahead," Jenifer encouraged her, coming up behind her supple brown-haired friend and looking over one smooth shoulder into the closet. "If I had your body, I'd go naked!"

"Suppose I wear this one," suggested Ann, holding up a miniskirt which was almost sheer and tantalizingly short, "with only a pair of red bikini panties underneath?"

"Try it on," advised Jenifer. "It looks like you're going to knock their eyes out and I'll have to find something really scandalous or nobody'll even look at me."

Dr. Frank Larkin slammed his medical book shut and looked angrily at his watch.

Goddamn! he swore silently. She obviously was not coming home again tonight! He had seen his wife exactly three times in the last two weeks and she had completely given up cooking his meals and washing his clothing. Of course, with the extra money they were now making, he could afford to take his meals in a restaurant and send his clothes out to a laundry, but it was not the same as having a wife in the house. All the money she was making was hardly worth the while if she had to dedicate her entire life to Wonder-Wear, Incorporated!

But the worst thing about it was the fact that she seemed to be having a ball! Every time she came home for one of her brief visits, she was wearing some expensive new outfit, extremely sexy in design and not at all suitable for the wife of a dignified young doctor. She would chat for a few minutes before announcing that she had a fashion show, or a designer's conference or a promotional meeting to attend and then leave in that fancy Italian car the company was letting her use. Naturally if her appointment lasted until late at night, and they nearly always seemed to, she would spend the evening downtown in Jenifer's apartment, even though she obviously could no longer excuse herself by saying she was afraid of the subway.

Was it possible she was going with another man? Larkin shook his head, trying to drive away the ugly suspicion, but it stuck in his mind and refused to be dislodged. Where had she learned that foul obscene trick she had tried on him that day in the bathroom? One of those vulgar women's magazines possibly but that explanation did not explain a lot of other things which had been going on, suspicious mysterious things which could stand a little looking in to.

Like this strange business of the expensive apartment, for example. A week before, Frank had been driving through the rich man's district on his way to visit a patient and he had spotted Ann and Jenifer entering a luxurious apartment building. When they had disappeared from view, he had parked his car and examined the names on the letter-boxes. Apartment Number Eleven belonged to a Mr. Birindelli, his wife's boss. Could it be that she was spending nights there?

The thought tortured him beyond endurance! He had to know for sure and there was only one way to find out. Larkin pulled on his suitcoat and tucked his medical kit under his arm before heading for his car.

As the two girls had planned it, the party was small and intimate. Birindelli came, of course, bringing the faithful Mr. Pauling from the graphics department, as well as the president and chief executive of Wonder-Wear, Mr. Gino Rossi. Both women were dressed in absolutely stunning fashions for the celebration, but for some reason, the three men seemed more interested in a series of photographs which they were passing back and forth and examining in great detail.

"Look at this one, Gino!" Birindelli shouted enthusiastically, handing his boss an enlarged photo. "But don't look too long or you'll cum in your pants and there are much nicer places to cum."

Rossi accepted the photograph with a lascivious grin and leaned back on the waterbed to study it carefully. Gino Rossi was still in his mid-thirties, having inherited Wonder-Wear from his late father, a well-known underworld figure. In the clothing trade, he was mistakenly regarded as a lazy playboy who wasted his energies on race horses and women while his vice presidents kept the company running smoothly, but all of the people in the room knew him to be a keen, hard-driving businessman who understood exactly what was happening everywhere in the Wonder-Wear empire every minute of the day and night.

But his reputation was not entirely false. When he was not hounding Birindelli for a new creative sales program or threatening to fire one of his factory managers for missing a quota, Rossi relaxed with his purebreds, some with four legs and some with two. He had very little luck with the four-footed kind, losing money almost every time he went to the track. On the other hand, he had absolutely fantastic good fortune with the two-footed variety, being a good-looking bachelor with approximately two million dollars in the bank.

"Oh, you and your dirty pictures," complained Jenifer jokingly as she passed around another tray of drinks. "Ann and I spent the whole afternoon trying to look luscious and desirable and you guys fool around all evening looking at a bunch of photographs." The tall, willowy blonde model was only kidding but she did have a point, since both women were dressed in invitingly tight dresses which ought to have commanded a little more attention.

Rossi lewdly patted Jenifer's full round buttocks as she bent over to hand him a fresh drink, and then turned to Birindelli.

"These are terrific," he said excitedly. "Tell me, what did LaFarge say when you showed him the photographic evidence of his little night of perversions here in the apartment, and threatened to send the whole package to his old lady?"

"He took it very calmly," Birindelli reported with a nostalgic smile. "He said that after the night the two girls had given him, he had been planning to sign with us anyway and the only thing he wanted was copies of these photographs for his private collection."

"Can't say I blame him," chuckled Wonder-Wear's president. "What do you think of these pies, Ann? Think Birindelli could make it as a professional photographer if I fired him?"

Ann sat down on the waterbed next to Rossi and looked over his shoulder at the photograph he was studying with such interest. It had been taken at the precise moment when she and Jenifer had both been kneeling submissively between LaFarge's hairy knees, kissing each other with the Frenchman's massively erected cock lodged obscenely between their lips. Below, the photograph clearly showed their yielding young bodies with their panties pulled down nakedly against one another, the soft swelling mounds of their breasts rubbing warmly together and their hot little pussies so close that their pubic hair intertwined, blonde and brown together. Ann felt a sexual shudder race wildly up and down her backbone as she glanced at the indecent but lust-inciting picture, remembering exactly how she had felt at that precise moment.

"Strange, isn't it," commented Pauling, coming over to peer at the perverted photograph, "how men find lesbianism sexually stimulating and yet male homosexuality turns most of us completely off. If that were a picture of two guys smooching, we'd throw it in the waste-basket."

"But there was nothing lesbian about it," objected Ann, a little irritated at this lewd insinuation. "Jenny and I were just doing what he told us to. It was him we were making love to, not each other!"

"Oh, come on," mocked Birindelli scornfully. "I was there, remember? The two of you could hardly keep your hands off each other. Jenifer, do you mean to tell us that you didn't feel any emotion at all when you had Ann's tits stuck up against yours?"

"Oh… well," stumbled Ann's tall lovely friend, for the first time in her life at a total loss for words. "It was… it was a different kind of emotion… I mean, Ann and I are good friends and we've gone through some pretty wild experiences together… it's only natural that we should have some feelings for one another… her body is as natural to me as my own…"

"What did I tell you!" declared Pauling triumphantly, with a teasing wink at the other men. "We have a couple of first-class lesbians here."

"We are not!" disagreed Ann Larkin indignantly, taking a long swallow of her drink. "Really, after all that Wonder-Wear has put us through, you should be convinced by now that we turn on for men and not for each other."

"I'm not convinced," grinned Birindelli with an evil leer.

"I think that Pauling's hit the nail on the head. But it's okay with us, girls. We don't care how you get your kicks when we're not around, so long as you're ready to put out when duty calls."

"Why I never heard anything so ridiculous in my entire life!" stormed Ann, genuinely upset by what the men were saying. All right, she was thinking furiously to herself, you've made me into a company whore and maybe I like it and maybe I don't, and I'll go to bed with anyone you tell me to and do anything you want done. But accusing me of being a homosexual is just plain stupid!

"A test," proposed Rossi suddenly, sitting up on the waterbed and putting an arm around each of the two scantily clad young women. "Come on, Pauling, you're the graphics genius. Set us up some kind of demonstration-test and let us judge for ourselves!"

Jenifer grinned at the men in the room good-naturedly, knowing perfectly well that they were simply playing games with Ann's naive innocence. She herself, as always, was ready for anything and waited with curiosity to see what kind of depraved game Pauling could come up with on short notice.

"All right," announced the graphics director, "You are about to participate in Dr. Pauling's Sexual Responsiveness Test, Phase One. Will the gentlemen kindly withdraw to the edge of the bed and leave the two lovely ladies alone in the center?"

"I need another drink first," objected Jenifer.

"All participants are authorized one short drink prior to the commencement of the experiment!" announced Pauling, now standing on a chair where he could orchestrate matters more effectively. The bottle made its rounds again and Ann took care to ensure that her glass was filled to the brim, taking a couple of healthy swigs. She had no idea what indecently bizarre plan Pauling had in mind, but it never hurt to be prepared.

"Now, Miss Ann, if you please, would you be so kind as to recline upon the waterbed? Good, thank you. Now, Miss Jenifer, please bend over and kiss Miss Ann upon her ruby red lips so that we may observe her reactions."

Now it starts, thought Ann thickly as Jenifer giggled nervously at Pauling's pompous announcements and began to move closer to her friend. I suppose I should tell them all to go to hell but why bother? I need the job, they're having fun and I guess this isn't going to kill me.

Jenifer smiled at Ann briefly and then bent over, her lips slightly parted, and kissed her friend solidly but not passionately.

"Now, Ann would you please tell our committee of eminent sexologists here whether you felt any emotion or other reaction to Jenifer's not-very-enthusiastic embrace?"

Everyone was laughing so hard at Pauling's ridiculous performance that Ann could not bring herself to be angry. In fact, the kiss had aroused no emotions in her whatsoever.

"It was like brushing my teeth with a new brand of tooth-paste," she reported saucily.

"Excuse me, Doctor Pauling," interrupted Birindelli, trying to keep a straight face amidst the laughter. "It occurs to me that Ann may not be telling the exact truth. Surely we should have some means of verifying her report."

"Brilliant suggestion, Doctor Birindelli! Let us pass to Phase Two of Pauling's Sexual Responsiveness Test. Now it is well known that a woman's nipples become turgid and protuberant when she is sexually aroused. Jenifer, will you kindly undo the front of the patient's dress so that we may observe these interesting reactions?"

Ann stole another quick drink during Pauling's lecture and then lay back down on the waterbed again to allow Jenifer to undress her.

"First fining you know, we're going to start liking this and then you guys'll be out of luck," warned Jenifer jokingly as she moved closer to Ann so that their bodies were side-by-side. Balancing on one elbow, she started under Ann's chin and began carefully opening her mini-dress, button by button. When the dress was open all the way to her bright red nylon panties, Ann obligingly rolled from side to side to allow the blonde girl to push the dress down off her shoulders, leaving her firm, widely-spaced breasts entirely naked. Her rosy brown nipples, however, were still soft and flat and she wondered how much longer she could keep them that way.

"And now, Jenifer, since we arc testing you as well," continued Pauling in the same theatrical tone of voice, "I think it's only fair mat you strip for action as wed. Do my honored colleagues agree?"

There was a general rowdy roar of obscene delight which Jenifer interpreted as meaning that the honored colleagues were extremely enthusiastic about the idea. Her dress unfortunately did not unbutton down the front, so she was obliged to take it off entirely, leaving herself inadequately clad in a tiny pair of black lacy panties that barely covered her softly curling blonde pussy hair.

"Very well, Jenifer," Pauling instructed. "You may begin. With feeling this time, please!"

It was the only time Ann could ever remember seeing Jenifer embarrassed, but her friend was definitely blushing at what the men were pushing her into doing. But there was no turning back now for either one of them. The honored colleagues wanted a performance and they were going to get one. Ann noticed that Jenifer had a strange tense expression on her face as she lowered her head to Ann's, her lips widely parted and one hand creeping almost automatically for her friend's nakedly vulnerable breasts.

The dignified black car with the medical association sticker on the window pulled slowly up in front of the apartment building and the doorman watched with interest as a man wearing a neatly pressed black suit and tie got out and walked briskly towards the front door, carrying a medical bag.

Must be someone sick inside, he mused, wondering which of his tenants could possibly have needed to call for a doctor.

"Excuse me, in which apartment do I find Mr. Birindelli of Wonder-Wear, Incorporated?" asked the youthful medical man in a calm professional tone of voice.

"Apartment Eleven, Doctor," answered the doorman respectfully. "Shall I ring up to tell them you're here?"

"Heavens, no!" protested the physician hurriedly. "My patient may be sleeping, which is the best thing under these circumstances. I'll just find my way up. They're expecting me and the door will be open."

Frank Larkin had no reason in the world to believe that the door would be open, since obviously no one was expecting him, but fortune was with him.

Having located Apartment Eleven quickly enough, he apprehensively glanced up and down the plush carpeted corridors before putting his ear to the door and listening carefully. There was evidently a party of some kind in progress. He could hear people talking, glasses clinking and music from a stereo, but there seemed to be no noise in the immediate area of the door. It meant taking a chance, but he could hardly turn back now after coming this far.

The door had been left ajar and he pushed the door open quietly and stepped inside. If Ann was not there and someone surprised him, he could always claim that he was making a house call and had gotten the wrong address. But there was no one on the other side of the door to challenge him and his entry seemed not to have been detected. The suspicious young doctor paused for a moment, trying to decide on the proper course of action. Around the corner to his right was the living room where the noise was coming from and going that way meant being discovered immediately.

Therefore he moved cautiously to the left, passing through an unoccupied bedroom where he recognized some of his wife's clothing and then into another hallway where he paused next to a bookshelf.

For a moment, he stood indecisively, wondering whether to turn back or explore further; then he noticed something strange about the bookshelf itself.

It a doorway!

He never would have noticed it but for the fact that the last person through had thoughtlessly left the door open a crack. It swung back noiselessly on well-oiled ball-bearings and Doctor Larkin stepped into the secret dark room. Thanks to his trained scientific mind, it took him only a few seconds to realize that the "windows" which seemed to be looking out of the concealed compartment was actually the backsides of see-through mirrors. The perfect vantage point from which to observe what was going on. He quietly closed the door behind him and peered into the living room.