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 ï>¿Megan & Kasey - Job Training by dlsloan

   CHAPTER 2: MODEL BEHAVIOR

   "Do you think we are both working with Mr.  Rothman today?" Kasey asked
as Megan's dad pulled the car into the parking lot the next morning.

   "I don't know," Michael said.  "He hasn't told me.  I would say you
should both go to his office first and I'm sure he will tell you what he
needs you to do today."

   As they walked into the office building, Michael was very
self-conscious. Megan and Kasey were turning heads and here he was, an old
man with two young, very sexy young women.  He didn't like his daughter
being ogled.  He didn't like people thinking the worst about why they were
dressed the way they were.  They probably thought he wanted them to dress
like this.  That his "interns" were hired for one reason.  None of it felt
right.  He tolerated the girls' attire because it seemed to be what they
wanted to wear and he didn't want to douse their obvious enthusiasm for
this job.

   Like yesterday, both girls wore the same basic outfit, only with
different colors.  Megan had her hair in a ponytail again and wore a
cream-colored sleeveless blouse.  It had a low-neck line with the first
button located at the top of her breasts.  She had that button and the next
one undone.  It was buttoned the rest of the way down until the last two
buttons, which were also undone.  The blouse was not tucked in and the
unbuttoned bottom provided occasional flashes of her flat tummy.  Her skirt
rode low on her hips.  It was a simple royal blue wraparound skirt that
hugged her hips and ass.  Little slits on the sides exposed her upper
thighs and hips.  The skirt was quite small, stopping just past the tops of
her thighs.  Her legs were bare, looking long, tan and nicely toned with a
pair of royal blue, open-toed heels with thin straps over the toes and
around the ankle.  She wore no bra and a hot pink g-string.

   Michael didn't know about the g-string, but he could tell she wasn't
wearing a bra and noticed the way both girls' perky breasts jiggled as they
walked in those ridiculous heels.  He didn't like the way men looked at the
girls, but putting himself in their shoes, he could hardly blame them.

   Kasey looked simply amazing.  Deep down, he knew Megan did too, but he
tried not to think about that.  It was bad enough that he couldn't take his
eyes off Kasey.  Her hair was also in a ponytail.  Her blouse was the same
style as Megan's, but it was pure white and her dark nipples were faintly
visible through the material.  She had hers buttoned/unbuttoned the same
way and he assumed that was the current style with young women these days.
Her skirt was the same style as well, though it was bright red, matching
her bright red stilettos.  Underneath, she wore the silver g-string he had
bought her yesterday.

   They rode up the elevator with several other people and the girls
squished in on either side of him.  He could feel their pointy nipples,
firm breasts and slim hips brushing against him.  Any other man would have
been in heaven.  This, however, was torture for Michael.  He was so glad
when they reached his floor and he could escape the temptations and
impulses that he was ashamed even entered his head.

   The girls went up one more floor and walked to Mr.  Rothman's office. 
They were both aware of the eyes on them, the whispers and comments.  They
weren't comfortable with it yet and both agreed they weren't sure they ever
would be.  Mr.  Rothman's assistant Bonnie greeted them with a smile. 
Always professional, she showed no visible reaction to their attire.  Megan
was almost certain Bonnie had heard her sucking off Mr.  Rothman yesterday.
And, even if she hadn't, she had to know what the upcoming trip with one
room and one bed meant.  Still, Bonnie acted like they were any other
professionals in the office, here to do their job.

   "Good morning, ladies," Bonnie said.  "Mr.  Rothman isn't here yet, but
he asked me to show you into his office.  I will let him know you are
here."

   "Thank you so much," Megan said, looking into Bonnie's eyes for any
signs of disapproval or judgement, but she saw none.  She appreciated
Bonnie for that.

   Bonnie let the girls in Mr.  Rothman's office and closed the door. 
While they waited, Megan showed Kasey exactly where he had fucked her on
the table and how he had taken her on his desk.  She re-enacted making the
coffee and bending over for Tanaka.

   "Shit," Kasey giggled.  "You're such a slut!"

   Megan burst out laughing, "I know, right?  But I'm a good one!"

   "For sure," Kasey said.  "Look at you.  You're smoking today."

   "You're on fire, too," Megan said.  "I think my dad was checking you
out."

   "How could he not, right?" Kasey said with fake arrogance.

   The girls were having fun, relishing this wild, crazy experience and
thankful they could share it together.

   Then their phones buzzed simultaneously.  Another text from Mr. 
Rothman. It read:

   "Good morning, sluts.  You will only be in the office half a day today.
I will explain when I get there.  Undress now.  Keep the heels on.  Lay
your clothes on the table.  I will inspect each item as you put it on.  I
will be there in 10 minutes."

   The girls looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders as if to say,
"What the hell is going on?" It was a question they had asked a lot in the
past week.

   "You think he will fuck both of us?" Kasey asked.

   "Probably," Megan said.  "You know men like that.  Twice the fun,
right?"

   "Right," Kasey giggled.  She started shimmying out of her tiny skirt,
then pulled down her g-string.  Megan did the same.  Soon, all their
clothes were folded neatly on the table, g-strings on top.  They stood
there, naked except for their heels.  The air conditioning was cranking out
the cool air and the girls folded their arms across their chests, trying to
stay warm even as their nipples hardened.  Megan told Kasey about the ice
cubes on her nipples.

   "It was so sexy when he put the cubes on me, then put one in my mouth
and one in his," Megan said.

   "That is hot," Kasey said.  "It's amazing how much better older men are
at sex.  Why would anyone fuck guys our age?"

   "I never will again," Megan agreed.  "Unless it's Jackson or one of our
daddies makes us, of course," she giggled.

   "You know, we should make sure our nipples are really hard when he comes
in," Kasey said.  She turned toward one of the air conditioning events and
leaned over it, letting her breasts hang directly over the blasting cold
air.  Megan followed suit, bending over one of the other vents, tweaking
and rubbing her nipples as she did so.  They ached, but it also felt good.
No matter the discomfort, preparing for him turned her on.

   The door opened a few minutes later and both girls stood up straight and
turned toward the door, happy to see Mr.  Rothman - and not someone else! -
walk in.

   "Hello, girls," Rothman said, smiling at them.  "How are my little fuck
bunnies today?"

   "Good, sir," the girls said, nearly in unison.  "How are you today?"

   "Better now," Rothman said standing in the middle of the floor as they
both approached him.  He stared at them, taking in their incredible beauty.
He enjoyed a bimbo with big fake tits and lips as much as the next man, but
these two girls were so naturally beautiful, so perfectly shaped and toned,
he hoped they never felt the need to change.  Their perky breasts jiggled
as they walked in their heels.  Their toned legs and asses were flawless,
their bald pussies tantalizing.  Their smiles were warm and cute and sexy.
He wouldn't change a thing about either of them.  "I see you like the air
conditioning."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "It feels so good on our little nipples."

   "Not so little right now," Rothman said, stepping toward them to touch
their nipples, slowly tweaking each of them, one at a time.  They were so
long and firm and rubbery in his fingers.  He knew they had to be sensitive
right now.  He would have been happy playing with their tits for the next
hour, slowly building up to more intense activities.  But they only had
half a day today and, like it or not, he did have actual work to do in
preparation for his upcoming trip and meeting with Tanaka.  The first item
of business, though, was inspecting the girls and their outfits.

   "Kasey, this is all part of the morning inspection," he explained.  "I
inspected Megan while she was clothed yesterday, but this seems a little
more efficient to me.  Obviously your nipples and breasts are great."

   "Thank you, sir," the girls said.

   He had them spread their legs slightly and cupped their pussies, one in
each hand, his palms on their smooth mounds, his fingers sliding between
their soft lips.  "Your pussies are great," he said, "however, next time,
while you're making your nipples hard with the cold air, rub your pussies
and get them warmed up a bit more.  Get the juices flowing, a little bit."

   The girls acknowledged their need for improvement.  He bent down,
admiring their long legs and looking closely at their lovely bare toes in
this sexy high heels.  Was anything more beautiful than a pair of long tan
legs accentuated by heels?

   "Your heels are great," he said, looking up at them and motioning for
them to turn around, putting their tight round asses in front of his face.
He remembered giving Megan's a pretty good workout yesterday and daydreamed
for a moment about the fun he could have with that ass on their trip.  He
squeezed both girls and gave them each a couple of firm slaps, enjoying the
view of those jiggling firm cheeks.  He had them turn around as he stood
up.

   "OK, put on your g-strings," he instructed.  The girls were surprised.
They had assumed he would fuck one or both of them while they were
undressed.  Kasey, in particular, hoped he would.  Going all day yesterday
with stimulation but no release had left her horny and desperate for some
attention to her pussy.  Megan had paid for her sexual pleasure, but at
least she had it.

   Rothman loved watching the girls step carefully into their g-strings,
pulling the tiny garments up their long, sexy legs, and then carefully
position the strings over their hips, between their ass cheeks and adjust
the little triangles of fabric covering those sweet pussies.  His cock
jerked in his pants.  He needed to get to work, but there was no way he
would be able to focus until he had release.

   Just like he had done when he touched their bare pussies, he stepped
toward them and cupped one barely covered pussy in each hand.  It was sexy
to feel their puffy lips wrapped by the thin, soft fabric.  They both felt
warm and soft to the touch.  He knew it wouldn't take much effort to add
wet to that list.

   "Megan, I know you came yesterday," Rothman said.

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "I'm sorry."

   "You received your punishment.  All is forgiven," Rothman said.  "Kasey,
did you cum yesterday?"

   "No, sir," Kasey said, biting her lip.

   "Mick and Harry didn't fuck your pussy?"

   "No, sir," Kasey said.

   "I see," Rothman grinned.  "Did you touch yourself last night?"

   "No, sir," Kasey said.  "I wanted to, but...  well, after what Megan
told me, I knew I shouldn't unless I had permission."

   "Good girl," Rothman nodded.  "Maybe you will be rewarded."

   "Thank you, sir," Kasey said, quivering involuntarily when he said "good
girl."

   "Megan, you can finish getting dressed," Rothman said.  He then took
Kasey by the wrist and led her to his desk.  He sat down in his oversized
leather executive chair, pulling Kasey into his lap.  He was still fully
clothed.  He put his hand between her legs and stroked her pussy through
her g-string.  He kissed her on the lips, then spun her so she was facing
him.  She straddled him and kissed him while she grinded on the bulge in
his pants.

   "May I suck your cock, master?" she whispered.

   "No," he said.  "I have to check my email.  Just entertain yourself. 
You may touch me anywhere you like."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said.  She wasn't used to being given this much
freedom.  The guys had always been so demanding, so specific, so in
control. Now, Rothman was essentially telling her to go play while he
worked.

   She glanced over her shoulder at Megan, who was buttoning her blouse. 
Had Megan not received so much attention yesterday and been invited on the
trip, Kasey would have felt bad for her being forced to be a spectator
while Kasey had her fun.  Megan being Megan, smiled and nodded, mouthing
the words "have fun", offering encouragement to her friend.

   Kasey started slow, afraid of distracting Mr.  Rothman from his work. 
She didn't want to anger him.  He was looking intently at his monitor,
occasionally hitting keys on the keyboard.  He was paying no attention to
her.  His hands were on the keyboard, his eyes were on the monitor.

   Kasey squirmed in his lap and pressed her breasts against his white
dress shirt as she leaned in and kissed his cheek.  She kissed his neck and
worked up to his ear, nibbling on the lobe.  He showed no reaction, but she
could feel that hard cock in his pants and knew he was enjoying this at
least a little bit.  If she kept it up, at some point he would want to put
that big dick inside her somewhere.  But she sensed he really needed to
work, so she didn't rush it.  She didn't reach for his cock yet or try to
pull it out of his pants.  She just kept kissing him on his neck and ears
and cheeks, not blocking his view of the screen.

   She gradually got more aggressive, her own desires leading her to take
more chances, to do what she wanted to do to him.  She loosened his tie and
pulled it over his head, then spontaneously put it over her own head,
letting it hang loosely around her neck and between her bare tits.  She
remembered what he had done to Megan with one of his ties and she wondered
if she would regret putting it around her own neck.  She didn't care.  She
needed to be taken.  Her pussy hadn't been used for its primary purpose
yesterday and she was determined to put it to work today.

   She started unbuttoning his shirt while she nibbled on his neck and
kissed his chin.  Then, as the buttons came undone, she kissed on his
chest, tugging his shirt tail out of his pants so she could push his shirt
back and fully expose his chest.  She kissed on his chest and slid her hand
between her legs, squeezing his cock through his pants.  He was so hard,
yet he maintained his self-control.  Fuck, older men were so sexy that way.
But so frustrating too.  She needed his attention and he wouldn't give it
to her!

   She slid onto the floor as she kissed his belly, steadily working her
way down.  She looked up at him, but his eyes were on the computer screen.
The only sign he was aware of her presence was that huge bulge in his
pants. Time to demand attention, she decided.  She would no longer be
ignored.

   His eyes were locked on the screen.  Hers were locked on his.  And now,
her mouth was on his trousers, her teeth scraping along as if she intended
to rip the fabric away from his penis.  She kissed his head through the
material, then bit down again, a little harder.  His eyes snapped down at
her.  Had she hurt him?

   "You naughty little bitch," he snarled.  "I told you I had work to do.
Now you bite me?"

   "I'm sorry, sir," Kasey said meekly, sounding like she regretted her
actions.

   "You think you're sorry now," he said with an evil grin, "but you not
nearly as sorry as you're about to be."

   "Oh no," Kasey muttered, sounding sad but secretly feeling excited.

   "Oh yes," he said.  "You need cock so bad?  Be careful what you ask for.
Megan learned the hard way yesterday.  Guess it's your turn today."

   He pulled his cock out his pants and held it in one hand, her ponytail
in the other.  "This what you couldn't wait for?" he teased.

   "Yes, sir," she said hopefully.  "May I suck it for you?"

   "Only if you can catch it!" he laughed.  He held her head in place as he
slapped his cock back and forth across his face and rubbed it over her nose
and eyes.  He pushed his balls against her eyes and rubbed his cock in her
hair.  He thought about cumming in her hair and making her wear it in there
all day.  It might not show up very well in her blonde hair, but it would
be so degrading to make her wear it all day, to feel it dry and hard in her
hair.  He loved the idea of marking his property in as many ways as he
could.  And Kasey - every delectable inch of her - was his property now.

   He took the tie off her neck, undid the knot and then used it to tie her
wrists behind her back.  "I told you that you could touch me anywhere you
wanted, but I told you that you couldn't give me a blow job," he grunted.
"So, what do you do?  You distract me.  You act like a little spoiled brat
and bite my cock.  You think I can't resist, that I'm so weak I can't help
but give in because your blowjobs are so much better than anyone else's. 
Right?  That's what you think, isn't it?  That you should be able to have
my cock anytime you want it?  Right?"

   "No, sir," Kasey said softly.  "I don't know what I was thinking.  I
just wanted to make you happy.  You were so hard, I thought you would like
it."

   "And you KNEW you would like it, right?"

   "Yes, sir," Kasey admitted.

   "Two weeks ago you were pretending to be an innocent schoolgirl," he
taunted.  "One week of training later and you're a hopeless cock slut. 
Can't go more than a day without it.  You're mouth and pussy are both
watering for it, aren't they?"

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said, her eyes dropping in shame.

   "Don't you dare look away from me," he scolded, slapping her face twice
more with his cock.  It was much more degrading than it was painful.  Kasey
loved it, but she hid her smile, her pleasure.  She played the role of the
owned, used, abused fuck toy, reluctant to admit that she would literally
do anything for this man's attention.  While he was chastising her
transgressions, her plan had resulted in getting exactly what she wanted
most.  She had his attention.  She had his cock hard for her.  But she
feared she had erred in one critical way: he wasn't going to fuck her
pussy. He was going to deprive her the pleasure as punishment.  Or maybe he
would be treat her like Megan and fuck her and let her cum, then punish
her. She wanted to be punished and would enjoy that either way, but to not
get to cum would be cruel torture - and exactly what she deserved, she
realized.

   Sure enough, as she looked back up at him, flinching as his cock slapped
against her cheek, she saw the look of evil joy on Rothman's face.  She had
succeeded in bringing him pleasure, at least, but her own pleasure was
certain to be muted.  She assumed he would make her suck his cock or maybe
he would fuck her ass.  Instead, he decided to maximize her torment.

   He made her stand up and he yanked her g-string down her long legs.  She
stepped nimbly out of them.  He turned her around and pulled her into his
lap.  Maybe he was going to fuck her reverse cowgirl, Kasey hoped.  Without
warning, he put the g-string over her head, placing the little triangle
over her mouth and nose.

   "I should make you wear them like that the rest of the day," he taunted.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said, her voice muffled by the g-string.  She felt his
hard cock against the backs of her thighs and started grinding, trying to
work her pussy onto him.

   "No, no, no, little cunt," he said, pushing her on her feet and slapping
her ass hard twice on each cheek.  The smacks were so loud there was no
doubt Bonnie could hear them.  And certainly she could hear Kasey's
surprised shrieks.  Rothman chuckled.  If he was concerned about anyone
hearing, he sure didn't show it.

   Up until now, Megan had been left to watch her friend get played with
and tormented.  She was so jealous.  Finally, Rothman included her in the
fun.

   "Megan," he snarled, "move your sweet little ass and bring over some
ice. We got a hot bitch that needs to be cooled off."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said, scurrying to the drink station and quickly
collecting a bucket of ice similar to what you would find in a nice hotel.
Rothman nodded toward the desk and she took her place on the desk, sitting
directly in front of Rothman and Kasey, both of whom were facing her.

   "Take your top off," Rothman said to Megan.  "And keep your legs spread.
Hike up that skirt.  Leave the panties on." Megan complied, happy that he
was showing interest in her body after devoting so much of the last few
minutes exclusively to Kasey.

   "Put two ice cubes inside your panties, right against your pussy, but
not inside it," Rothman ordered.  As Megan complied, he provided further
instructions.  "Hand me four ice cubes."

   Feeling the cold ice against her warm pussy lips, Megan leaned forward
and handed Rothman four cubes.  She watched as he spread Kasey's reddened
ass cheeks and pushed two cubes into her ass and two into her pussy.  Once
were both inside, he punctuated the action with two more solid slaps on
each cheek.  Kasey was shaking, overwhelmed by the extremes of physical
stimulation.  Pain, cold, heat, lust.  It was all there, coursing through
her tight, firm body.  She felt his fingers - one in her ass and two in her
pussy - pump in and out of her, shoving the ice cubes deeper inside her. 
She hoped his cock would follow and the cubes could melt all over his hot
shaft.  She was getting excited and humped back against his fingers.

   "Fucking little whore," Rothman chuckled.  "Most girls would be
complaining, telling me not to be so rough, bitching about the ice cubes
and spanking.  You, little slut, just get hornier, don't you?"

   "Yes, sir," Kasey moaned.  "Please fuck me, daddy."

   "Oh, you want what you haven't earned," he reminded her, abruptly
pulling his fingers out of her.  "I can get the pleasure I need without
giving you what you want.  You both need to learn that.  I'll show you. 
Put your legs together."

   Kasey did, her heels, ankles, knees and inner things all touching,
leaving only a small triangular gap between her pussy and thighs.

   "Ah, that lovely gap," Rothman said.  "That will do nicely.  Keep your
legs pressed together."

   "Yes, sir."

   He stood up behind her and pushed his cock between her thighs.  Her
pussy lips tried to suck him in, but he slid his cock forward until his
head was free of her soft skin.  Her thighs gripped his cock and the top of
his shaft slid between her pussy lips.  His dick was surrounded by soft,
warm, wet skin and pussy.  It wasn't the same as being inside her, but it
was pleasurable nonetheless, made even more so by the knowledge that he was
tormenting her, teasing her pussy but not giving it what it wanted.

   He held her bound hands up between her shoulder blades and bent her over
slightly, looking over her shoulder to see his cock emerge between her
thighs.  He looked up and saw Megan watching, her fingers touching her
pussy through her panties, the melting ice creating a pussy-flavored puddle
on his desk.

   "Get on your knees and stick your tongue out," he barked at Megan.  "And
get your hands off your pussy.  Put them behind your back.  The only person
cumming this morning is me.  Neither of you have earned it."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said, dropping to the floor on her knees.  She stuck
her tongue out and realized he wanted to be able to touch her tongue with
his cock each time he thrust between Kasey's thighs.  She slid forward,
crouching underneath her friend.  Kasey's jiggling breasts brushed against
Megan's hair.  Megan felt the hard nipples and wanted to suck on them for
her.  But not as much as she wanted to suck on that juicy cock that kept
teasing her, appearing and disappearing with each surge.

   She didn't get to suck on it, but as she got close enough, that mushroom
head did slide across her tongue.  She flicked her tongue across it each
time, anxiously awaiting the delicious pre-cum.

   Kasey wobbled a bit as Rothman's fucking intensified.  Her legs spread
slightly and the fleshy cock sleeve formed by her thighs and pussy was
gone. Rothman barked at Megan to squeeze Kasey's legs together.  "Make sure
her cunt doesn't move," he grunted.  Megan and Kasey did their best to hold
their awkward positions while Rothman used them for his pleasure.  Pre-cum
soon bubbled on the tip of his cock, and moments later his cum shot out,
covering Megan's tongue.  She tilted her head back slightly, letting it run
down her throat as more and more shot out of his rigid penis.  When he
finally let go of Kasey, she dropped to her knees next to Megan.

   "Share it," Rothman said.  "Whatever you didn't swallow already, give to
your classmate."

   The girls leaned in, mouths open, Kasey's under Megan's.  About half of
his load was still in her mouth and she let it drip out, thick and gooey,
into Kasey's mouth, feeding her like a baby bird.

   Kasey was happy to get a taste after all her hard work, but she was
still frustrated.  She still had no orgasm, but what bothered her was that
she was upset at not having an orgasm.  "His pleasure is my pleasure," she
reminded herself.  She felt selfish for being jealous of him.  She thought
about her days as a cheerleader, yelling and cheering and smiling as her
classmates experienced success on the playing field.  That needed to be her
attitude now.  She needed to be a cheerleader, smiling and jumping and
applauding when cum spewed out of whatever dick she was tending to.  That
needed to be enough for her.  She needed to see her own sexual pleasure as
icing - or big load of cum, in this case - on the cake, not the main meal.

   All of this processed in her mind in a matter of seconds as she shared
his cum with Megan, licking her lips and swallowing her portion.  Energized
by her light-bulb moment - and maybe the shot of sperm - she got to her
feet and turned to him.  She smiled and jumped up and down, her tits
bobbling, her hands behind her back.

   "Yay, daddy!" she squealed like that cheerleader she had been not all
that long ago.  "That was such a big load!  You needed that so bad.  Your
balls were so full!  That was amazing!"

   "Well, you both did a good job," Rothman said, his harsh tone almost
instantly doused by her infectious enthusiasm.  "Untie her, Megan."

   Rothman went to the restroom while Megan untied Kasey's wrists.  Megan
whispered in her ear, "Great job, Kasey!  He was angry until you flipped on
him there.  How did you do it?"

   "I went back to being a cheerleader," Kasey said, turning to face her
friend.  "It was like he scored a touchdown.  I had to celebrate his
success, right?"

   "That's a great way to look at it," Megan said.  "I have to remember
that.  Might have saved me some spanking yesterday."

   "Might not have either," Kasey giggled.

   "What's so funny?" Rothman smiled as he came out of the restroom.  He
couldn't help but be happy when he saw these beautiful young women smiling
and laughing after he had essentially just used and degraded them.  They
seemed to be taking genuine pleasure in doing their jobs.

   "That was just a lot of fun," Megan smiled.  "I haven't been to college,
but I have to believe this is so much better.  Thank you for giving us this
opportunity, sir."

   "You're both welcome," Rothman said, studying their faces, looking for
any signs of them being disingenuous.  He saw none.  "I was going to punish
you both for your selfish desire for pleasure, but I have to say your
attitude right now tells me you've learned your lesson.  I reserve the
right to remind you of your priorities at any time, but for now, you're
both off the hook."

   "Thank you, sir," Kasey beamed.

   "In fact, I'm going to reward you," he smiled.  He pulled two vibrators
out of his desk drawer.  "I have work to do, but you two can have your
pleasure." He had the girls lay back on the table.  He turned both
vibrators on and slid them inside their wet pussies.  Then he ordered them
both to get dressed, including their thongs.  The girls dressed hurriedly,
then, per his instruction, sat at the conference table, enjoying the
buzzing in their pussies.  Rothman went to his desk and returned to his
work, smiling as he listened to the girls moan softly and occasionally
squeal at a particularly pleasurable moment.

   His phone buzzed.  "Yes, Bonnie," he said.

   "Mr.  Brandt is here for your meeting, sir," she said.

   "Great.  Send him in please," Rothman said.  He looked over at the
squirming fuck pets at the table.  Their eyes were wide.  He could tell
they were both close, barely able to control themselves.  The timing had
worked out perfectly.

   "Girls, we are about to have a meeting," Rothman grinned.  "I would like
you both to join us."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  "Um, sir, may we take the vibrators out?"

   "Or turn them off?" Kasey added.

   "No and no," Rothman said.  "You wanted pleasure.  I'm giving it to you.
Be grateful.  Don't worry, Megan, I'm sure your dad has seen a woman have
an orgasm before."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.

   "Sit at the table and listen to the meeting if you really want to learn
about this business," Rothman said.  "We will be talking about our strategy
for the meeting with Tanaka.  Kasey, you will have a chance to go on one of
these trips too, so be sure to pay attention.  Both of you keep your hands
above the table."

   "Yes, sir," they both said.  They sat across from each other at the
small conference table.  Megan's dad came in and sat next to her and
Rothman sat across from him, next to Kasey.

   Michael wasn't sure if he was happy he sat across from Kasey, or if it
was a terrible mistake.  She looked amazing.  She always looked amazing,
but something about her just oozed sexuality and heat and passion right
now. Her nipples were quite visibly erect.  Her pouty lips were slightly
parted.  She looked a bit flushed and vulnerable.  He felt a familiar
stirring in his neglected loins and quickly shifted his eyes to his laptop,
trying to shake the unthinkable thoughts.

   Rothman smirked as he caught Michael's wandering eyes, knowing all too
well that it was impossible not to look at these beauties, especially in
their current barely-dressed, highly agitated states.  He himself enjoyed
glancing away from his laptop often enough to watch Megan struggle to hide
her building pleasure.  She kept clenching her fists, licking her lips and
taking deep breaths.  He could hear the humming of the vibrators muffled by
their pussies and he was certain that Michael could hear it too.  Rothman
explained it away as an issue with the air conditioning system and Michael
didn't question it.  Even if he didn't buy that explanation, it would never
occur to him that his daughter and her hot friend were sitting in a meeting
with two corporate executives with vibrators throbbing inside their
pussies.

   Michael and Rothman started going through the presentation that Michael
had prepared for Rothman to give to Tanaka.  They were both primarily
staring at their screens now, looking at the shared document, while the
girls looked over their shoulders and tried to focus on the data that would
hopefully persuade Tanaka to finally sign the deal.  They were both
struggling, however, to control their bodies' responses to the ceaseless
stimulation inside them.

   "This chart shows some of our greatest successes," Michael was saying.
Just then, Kasey let out an involuntary "Oooh".  Rothman knew what it was
and smiled.  Kasey reddened with embarrassment and humiliation.  Rothman
chuckled.  Megan gave her an empathetic look as if to say, "I feel like
saying the same thing." And Michael, being the only one out of the loop,
assumed Kasey was responding to the chart.  "Yes, Kasey, it is an
impressive list.  We have had some great partnerships.  Tanaka should be
able to see that and realize his company's potential, with our help."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said after a gulp and a deep breath.  "It's a very,
um, exciting chart, sir."

   "I have to say I'm really impressed by how engaged both of you are,"
Michael said, totally oblivious to what was really happening.  "Your body
language is great.  Eyes wide open, leaning forward, clearly alert and
excited."

   "Thank you, sir," Kasey said.  She looked at Megan, who was biting her
lip.

   "Yes, very impressive, ladies," Rothman played along.  "I'm glad you're
both taking it all in and, how you young folks say, 'feeling it'."

   Rothman was proud of his double entendre that the girls surely caught
and that his naïve friend completely missed.  This was so much fun.  He
loved making the girls uncomfortable almost as much as he liked fucking
them.  Almost.  He looked at Megan.  She was biting her lip.  Hard.  She
was struggling.  What Kasey had let out, Megan was holding in.  But she was
close to breaking.  She was about to cum right here in front of them all
and she had no pillow or blanket or ball gag to muffle her sounds of
release.  She needed to let it out, a little "oooh" like Kasey, but Megan
was trying to maintain control over something she couldn't control.  He
admired that about her.  The girls were learning how they could use their
bodies to control their future and have power in submission, but Megan
still needed to learn that, in the moment, submission meant relinquishing
control.  He was dictating the events now.  She was going to cum.  He knew
it.  Kasey knew it.  Megan was still trying to deny it, trying to stand in
front of the wave and hold it back.

   "May I go to the restroom, sir?" Megan asked.

   "No, we're almost finished," Rothman said in a friendly voice.  "Michael
has some great slides at the end of the presentation.  I wouldn't want you
to miss the big climax."

   Kasey bit her lip to keep from laughing.  Megan bit hers to keep from
cumming.  It didn't work.  She stopped breathing and closed her eyes and
her mouth.  Her nostrils flared and body went rigid.  Her palms were flat
on the table, her fingers spread wide, nails digging into the table.  Her
legs shook and her body trembled.  "Yes, sir," she gasped, her voice high
and clipped, like she had just inhaled helium.  "Mmmm, hmmm," she hummed.
It was soft, like a kitten mewing, but they all heard it.  Michael cocked
his head quizzically.  Rothman and Kasey looked at each other, trying to
hide their knowing smiles.

   "You OK, Meg?" Michael asked.  She didn't respond right away.  She
pretended to cough and patted her chest and stroked her long throat,
waiting for the orgasm to pass and allow her to regain her senses.

   "Yes, Daddy, um, I mean sir," she said.  "Just a little choked up. 
Sorry."

   "No problem," Rothman assured her.  "If you need to do it again, it's
OK."

   Again?  Megan thought.  She had no doubt another orgasm would rack her
body if she wasn't allowed to get rid of this vibrator soon.  She looked at
Kasey and saw the same look of realization in her eyes.  He could make them
endure this all morning if he wanted to.  Eventually, her dad would figure
it out.  It would be so humiliating.  She looked at the computer screen and
it was a blur.  She tried to focus.  Her dad continued with the
presentation, but his words were just white noise.  She just kept feeling
that pleasing pulse in her pussy and hearing Rothman say "again." Again. 
Again.  Again.

   She fought to maintain control.  Kasey seemed to be struggling too, but
somehow maintained her composure until they finally heard the magical
words, "and that's the end of the presentation."

   "We're finished," Rothman nodded to Megan.  "You may go to the
restroom."

   She wasn't sure, but she felt he meant she could take the vibrator out.
She went to the restroom and closed the door.  She put the lid down on the
toilet, pulled out the vibrator and rubbed it on her clit, cumming almost
immediately.  Her breaths were high-pitched and heavy, but with the fan on
and door closed, she hoped no one heard.  She thought about Kasey and
quickly cleaned up.  She didn't know what to do with the vibrator.  She
couldn't leave it laying on the sink and there was nowhere to hide it in
her clothes.  The answer was obvious.  She put it back inside her pussy. 
It wasn't on this time, but her pussy was still on fire and welcomed the
return of penis-shaped object.

   Kasey was right outside the door when Megan came out.  Megan whispered
quickly in her ear what she did with the vibrator.  Kasey nodded and
hurried in the bathroom.

   "Too much water this morning, I guess," Megan shrugged as she looked at
her dad.

   "No problem, water is good for you," he smiled.  "I gotta get back to my
office.  I hear your mom will be bringing you home tonight, so I'll see you
later."

   "Oh, OK," Megan said.  She gave him a hug and he left the office.  Kasey
emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later.  Rothman motioned for them
both to sit at the table again.

   "Two orgasms each?" he chuckled.

   The girls confirmed he was correct.

   "Good.  That was fun.  You're welcome, by the way."

   "Thank you, sir," Megan said.

   "Yes, I needed that so bad," Kasey smiled.

   "Where are the vibrators?"

   "Where they belong, sir," Megan said.

   "Good answer," Rothman smiled.  "You may take them out now."

   Rothman went on to explain the rest of the day's schedule to them.  "You
will be leaving soon with Mrs.  Brandt.  You are going to Mr.  Quigley's
new store for a marketing meeting, which is why your mom will be there. 
I'm not sure what else he has planned for you, but I'm sure it will be fun.
Then, tonight you will both report to Mick and Harry.  Tomorrow, I will
pick you up at 8 a.m.  for our flight, Megan.  Kasey, you will be working
with Quigley and I think Mr.  Yelton, the photographer.  Mick and Harry can
confirm that with you tonight."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said.  "Thank you, sir."

   Fifteen minutes later, Susan Brandt texted that she was waiting for them
in the parking lot.  They hurried out to meet her.  Megan got in the front
seat and Kasey climbed into the back of Susan's SUV.

   "Hello ladies," Susan greeted them.  "Don't you both look lovely."

   "Thanks, Mom," Megan said.

   "And thanks for picking us up," Kasey added.

   "My pleasure.  So what do you two think of the work world so far?  You
certainly dress differently than you did for high school, don't you?"

   "That's for sure!" Kasey laughed.  "I love dressing up though."

   "And the office has been great so far," Megan added.  "It's really
interesting.  I can't wait to see what the negotiations are like on our
trip."

   "I have to tell you, I was a little concerned at first when I heard
about that trip," Susan said.  "Mr.  Rothman has a, well, he is known to
fool around.  But you're so much younger and your dad works there.  I know
he wouldn't dream of laying a hand on either of you.  I realized it was a
pretty foolish thought."

   "Yeah," Megan forced a laugh.  "He's like a dinosaur!"

   "Hey, he's about the same age as me and your father," Susan mock
scolded.

   "Exactly!" Megan laughed for real this time.  It was good to see her mom
in a good mood.  She felt like she hadn't seen either of her parents look
happy since their return from their trip.  Whatever was happening with
their relationship, it was taking its toll on both of them.  "It's good to
see you smiling for a change, Mom."

   "Thanks," Susan said.  "You know whatever happens, your dad and I will
always love each other and you."

   "I know," Megan said.  "I just want you to both be happy, like you used
to be."

   "Me too," Susan said.  "We just have to figure out if we can be happy
together anymore or not.  We don't argue or fight.  We don't wish any ill
will toward each other.  But the spark is gone."

   "It can come back though, right?" Kasey offered.

   "Maybe," Susan said.  "But it's been gone a long time.  I think he needs
something I can't give him and I need something he can't give me.  It's no
one's fault."

   "What do you need to be happy, Mom?" Megan asked.

   "Oh, it's complicated and simple all at once, I suppose," Susan said. 
"Your dad is a wonderful man.  Kind, gentle, giving, honest, hard-working.
There's nothing wrong with him.  But, well, he's too nice sometimes.  Too
passive.  Sometimes I need to be more of a man and to make me feel more
like a woman.  Like I'm irresistible.  Like I excite him and he..." her
voice trailed off.

   "Like he has to have you," Megan finished the sentence for you.  "All of
you.  Any way he wants."

   "First, when did you start thinking like that," Susan laughed, nodding.
"And second, yes, exactly like that.  I love how kind he is, but I need to
know that he has to have me."

   "What do you think he needs?" Megan asked.

   "He needs someone who takes charge, who tells him what she needs," Susan
said.  "He's such a giver, he never thinks about his own desires.  He only
wants to provide.  I think he feels like being more, well, aggressive or
demanding is demeaning or selfish.  That's just his nature.  I love it
about him, but I also am bored and feel average because there's no
intensity."

   "That makes me sad to hear you feel that way," Megan said.  "You know
you're so beautiful and attractive.  I'm sure he wants you as much now as
he ever did.  He just doesn't know how to show it."

   "You're probably right," Susan sighed.  "But I'm tired of trying to
teach him.  I don't know how.  And my patience is gone.  I need a change.
And so does he.  I want him to be happy as much as I want to be happy
myself."

   "I know you do," Megan frowned.  "I wish I could help.  So, what are you
going to do?"

   "I think we are going to take a break from each other," Susan said. 
"Not get a divorce just yet, but maybe see other people.  We've talked
about it.  Trying to be open, to see if separation makes us happier or
sparks the old flame.  We just need answers at this point.  Are you OK with
all this?"

   "Of course, Mom," Megan said, toucher her mom's shoulder.  "As long as
you two don't hate each other and you're both happy, then I'm happy."

   "Always so mature," Susan smiled.  "You know we're both very proud of
you."

   "I'm proud of you too," Megan smiled.

   Kasey was hearing all this and her mind was a whirl.  She had an idea. A
crazy idea.  It had to be crazy.  But it would work.  She knew it would. 
Or at least it would be fun trying.  She shook the thoughts from her head
and focused again on the conversation from the front seat.  Megan had
changed the topic to today's meeting with Mr.  Quigley.

   "So we will be talking about our plans and vision for this store," Susan
was saying.  "I'm not sure how you two fit in exactly, but he's a very
smart and successful man, so I'm sure you will learn a lot about sales,
marketing, and running a business.  This is an unbelievable opportunity for
you both."

   "I'm so excited," Kasey said.  "I love the clothes he has in his
stores."

   "They are pretty sexy, but quite lovely," Susan smiled.  "But this store
is for a different market.  Night clubs, strip clubs and, well, the
bedroom. So I don't think you'll be wearing these clothes any time soon."

   Megan and Kasey shared a quick, knowing glance.  "Probably not," Megan
said.  "But if he gives us some, can we keep them and try them?"

   "Hmm," Susan frowned.  "I guess so.  I have to remember that you're both
adults.  Grown young women.  I have to accept that you'll be wanting to
dress for certain occasions.  Just be careful.  It's not right, but men
will make assumptions about you based on how you dress."

   Megan was impressed by her maturity, but not really surprised.  Her mom
was always pretty cool like that.  Both her parents were.  She always
thought they were both naïve.  Now she was sensing it was just her dad who
was straight-laced and naïve.  Her mom, well, she sounded like she had a
wild side to her that was waiting to get out.  She just wished her dad knew
how to make that happen.

   They stopped at a local diner for lunch, then arrived at Quigley's
store, which was not officially open yet.  Quigley met them at the front
door, letting them in and then locking the door behind them.  He exchanged
greetings and idle conversation with them as he led them through the store
which was mostly stocked with racks of garments, most of them meant, as
Susan had said, for the night club, strip club or bedroom.  Every item
screamed sex.

   The girls glanced at the various items, recognizing many of them as
things that now hung in their own closets.  He led them to a back hallway
and into a conference room.  Dr.  Meeks, the plastic surgeon who also owned
a strip club, was seated at the table along with Mr.  Yelton, the
photographer.

   Since Yelton had taken the senior photos for both girls and Megan had
gone with her mom to her appointment with Dr.  Meeks, the girls were at
least able to act like they had met these men before.  They followed their
lead, as Yelton commented how much they had grown up since those photos and
congratulating them on graduating.  Meeks re-introduced himself to Megan
and acted like he and Kasey had never seen each other before.  She played
right along, "Very nice to meet you, sir," she said, shaking his hand. 
Susan never suspected that all the men in the room had fucked Megan and
Kasey several times in the past week.

   "So, let me just explain everyone's role here," Quigley began after
everyone sat down.  "Susan is our account rep from the marketing agency. 
She's been working with us for years.  She's simply brilliant.  Mr.  Yelton
is here because he's an outstanding photographer and I have asked him to
help take some pictures for use in our marketing materials and on our
website.  Dr.  Meeks is here because, not only is he brilliant, but he does
somewhat privately own a strip club."

   "Please keep that in this room," Meeks nodded.

   "Yes, absolutely," Quigley said.  "You can trust everyone here.  Anyway,
it's no secret that many of the items we sell here will appeal to his
employees as well as his customers.  So, we felt like he would give us good
insight on our consumer base.  And finally, Megan and Kasey are here
because they have expressed an interest in learning about marketing and
business and are going to intern here with us and help us out with some of
our promotional events.  In addition, they are very bright young women who
I'm sure can give us some ideas and suggestions from a younger perspective.
That said, Susan, I will turn it over to you to present your ideas."

   Susan thanked him and handed out a bound presentation to everyone at the
table.  It was printed in color and very professional.

   "We all know that internet shopping is heavily impacting physical retail
stores," Susan began.  "Not only do people like the convenience of shopping
from home, but also, they like the privacy of shopping for certain items,
such as the type of clothing we will be selling here.  So, how do we make
sure we get customers to come here?  Great quality, selection, and prices
are imperative, but not enough.  What we need to offer is an experience. 
My suggestion is that we create an atmosphere that turns this store into
exactly what are customers are shopping for.  We turn into a club
environment with a more private area that suggests the intimacy of a
bedroom.  Our staff needs to act the part, wear the clothes, and model them
willingly.

   "For example," Susan continued, "for the clothes that, frankly, will
appeal to local strippers, that area will be a makeup believe strip club.
No, we won't have actual strippers, but we will have a pole and 2-3 staff
members who will interact with the customers.  Customers will be given a
dollar bill when they arrive that they can tuck into a g-strip of a staff
member."

   A couple of the men chuckled and nodded their approval.  "That's a great
idea," Meeks said.  "Create the environment, set the mood, model the
behavior.  Brilliant."

   "Thank you," Susan said, flashing him an appreciative smile.  "We don't
want to go through the hassles of liquor licenses and all that, but I
propose a small bar area where we can serve virgin cocktails where the
customers and staff can interact.  We build the experience and the
connections.  If the staff connects well with the customers, the sales will
follow.  Just as importantly, customers will return and will tell their
friends as well."

   "This is great for male customers," Quigley said.  "What about our
female customers?  They are our target market, after all."

   "Yes, sir," Susan said.  "First, I think we can create a significant
customer base of men who want to buy for their wives or girlfriends."

   "Or staff," Meeks added.

   "Yes, or staff," Susan said, nodding to him, appreciating his support.
"But yes, women and couples will also be a big part of our customer base.
Our staff will have to understand how to read the customers.  Some of the
women will enjoy tucking a dollar or playing dress up for their husbands.
The key is to make it fun, casual, and interactive.  We aren't judging
anyone's lifestyle.  We are a safe place for them to explore, fantasize and
shop.  We replace the value they find in shopping anonymously from home
with a fun, welcoming place that doesn't feel dirty or seedy, but does
fully acknowledge what we're selling with no apologies."

   Everyone around the table listened intently to her while occasionally
glancing at the presentation, which included pictures and renderings of the
proposed space.

   "I know the timing of this is a little tight," Susan said, looking at
Quigley.  "But as you can see, the creation of these spaces involves more
lighting and layout than construction.  It will be inexpensive and we can
have it all done in a week without even having to remove the inventory you
have already brought in."

   "It does look very simple, well-designed, and affordable," Quigley
nodded, looking at the projected costs.  "If we do this, how do we promote
it?"

   "I would like to hold some events like bikini contests, car washes, as
well high-profile events where we have our models wear the clothes and
interact with customers and influencers to gain local acceptance and
support," Susan said.  "We will also focus heavily on social media.  We
take Mr.  Yelton's photographs and get our staff in front of the camera. 
Lots of pictures and videos that reflect not only the merchandise, but the
environment and atmosphere of the store, as well as the knowledge and
friendliness of the staff.  And, yes, the appearance of the staff is
important.  You mentioned you had a couple of girls coming today to model
some clothes for Mr.  Yelton to shoot, correct?  Are they here?"

   "Unfortunately, they both canceled just about an hour ago," Quigley
shrugged.  "We will have to find others.  Sorry, Mr.  Yelton, I did not
have time to inform you that there would be no photo shoot today.  I assure
you I will still employ you for the work we do and will compensate you for
your time today.  I value your input and your eye as it relates to this
campaign."

   "It's no problem at all," Yelton smiled.  "We can do a full shoot once
the new design is complete, assuming you follow Susan's plan.  I would,
however, like to practice in the space a bit.  Would Megan and Kasey
perhaps be able to do a little mini shoot, just so I can do some planning
for the other shoots and social media campaigns?"

   "I think that's a great idea," Quigley said.  "Girls, would you like to
do a little test modeling for Mr.  Yelton?"

   "Of course," Megan said, taking the lead.  She understood that these men
had certainly planned this all along.  There was no one else hired.  No one
had cancelled an hour ago.  "I think it would be fun."

   "Me too," Kasey said.

   "Wait, you want them to model some of the clothes you sell here?" Susan
interjected.

   "Just for test purposes," Yelton said.

   "Nothing would be used for promotion," Quigley assured her.

   "Mom, we are hired to help out," Megan said.  "Let us do this."

   Susan looked at her daughter.  Her little girl who was now officially an
adult.  She shrugged her shoulders and nodded, "Of course," she said.  "If
I can't trust you with professional gentlemen like these, who can I trust
you with?"

   "Thanks, Mrs.  Brandt," Kasey smiled.

   "Mr.  Yelton, Mr.  Quigley, you two know what you're looking for with
these photos," Meeks said.  "So why don't you two work with the girls. 
Mrs. Brandt, I would like to discuss a few ideas I have for the strip club
setting you have in your plans, if you don't mind.  No major alterations,
just a few ideas I have from experience."

   "Of course," Susan smiled at him.  "That would be wonderful, Dr. 
Meeks."

   "Use my office," Quigley said.

   Susan and Meeks walked down the hallway to Quigley's office, while
Quigley and Yelton accompanied the girls to the dressing room.  They had
already picked out clothes for the girls to wear and stood and watched as
the girls changed in front of them.  Yelton's camera caught it all.

   "So, the plan goes like this," Quigley said.  "We take some shots. 
Yelton raves about you two as models to the point that your mom agrees to
let you both be the models for all the marketing content.  Then, when we
open the store, we will explain to her that you need to be here because
customers will expect to see the sexy girls they saw in the ads.  We'll
hire other staff, of course, but it will give you a reason to be here a few
nights a week or on weekends."

   "You guys are so smart," Kasey smiled.

   "That's a great plan," Megan agreed.

   "How much time do we have?" Yelton asked, his hand between Kasey's legs
as helped position a g-string over her pink pussy.

   "Enough," Quigley smiled.  "Meeks will text me when they are almost
done. Make sure we have a couple photos you can show Susan.  Otherwise, we
have time for some quick stress relief."

   "I'm overdue," Yelton said.  "Been thinking about this pussy all day."
He squeezed Kasey's pussy through the g-string and grinned up at her.

   "It belongs to you, sir," Kasey smiled down at him.

   "It's gonna be a quick one," Yelton warned.  "No time to warm you up."

   "It doesn't feel cold, does it?" Kasey teased.  Yelton pushed his finger
past the g-string and inside her.  She was wet and warm.  Ready to go.

   "Not a bit," Yelton said.  He turned her around and bent her over the
back of a chair that faced a vanity mirror.  He pushed her g-string aside,
pulled down his pants and was inside her seconds later.  He watched her
face in the mirror, watched her breasts sway back and forth with this
thrusts.  He watched her expression as he slapped her ass, tweaked her
nipple, pulled her hair, and put his hands on her neck.  He put his
fish-hooked her, his fingers in the corners of her mouth.  He grinned
wickedly as he pounded her.  Her eyes were wide and rolled back in her
head. Her nostrils flared.  Her nipples were hard and his hard thrusts made
her breasts slap against the chair.  Watching her get fucked was almost as
fun as fucking her.

   Kasey loved the good, hard pounding.  She loved being taken and used
like this.  The man needed to get off.  Time was short, but his cock
wasn't. He needed release and it was an honor to be able to provide it for
him.  She wanted release of her own, of course, but knew he wasn't going to
take his time.  He was pounding relentlessly, wearing her out, not trying
to make it last a bit.  When he was ready to cum, he pulled out, grabbed
her hair, spun her around to her knees and came in her open, willing mouth.

   Kasey waited patiently for him to finish jerking, then, staring into his
eyes to make sure he was watching, she slowly closed her mouth and
swallowed, smiling as she did so.  "Thank you, sir," she said.

   "You're welcome, baby," Yelton said, zipping up and helping her to her
feet.

   While all this was going on, they heard the banging and thumping in the
dressing room next door.  Quigley had stripped Megan bare, leaving her
clothes on the floor in Kasey's dressing room, and pulled her into the
adjoining room.

   Yelton and Kasey looked at each other, smiling.  They could hear the wet
slapping of skin and faint moans and groans.

   "He's giving it to her pretty good," Yelton grinned.

   "Not as good as you did me," Kasey said, knowing she had said the right
thing.

   "Which hole do you think he's using?" Yelton asked.

   "Hmm, he probably didn't want to take the time to lube up her ass,"
Kasey said.  "I bet he's fucking her pussy."

   "I'm saying he's fucking her ass," Yelton said.

   "What's the winner get?" Kasey teased.

   "You win, I buy you anything you want in the store," Yelton said.

   "And if you win?"

   "You do a private photo shoot," Yelton said.  "With me.  Just for me. 
All night the next night you're free."

   "Wow, um, sure, it's a bet," Kasey said.  "That sounds amazing."

   While Kasey and Yelton were placing their bets on how Megan's body was
being used, Megan was enduring a relentless fucking by Quigley.  She was
happy to provide what he needed, to be of use and desire to him.  But she
was even more aroused by the knowledge that her mom was nearby.  The
chances of being caught were extremely high.  It was so dangerous, so
naughty, so not the good-girl she had always been.  If he had been fucking
her pussy, she would have cum.

   When he finished and his load was in her guts, she walked hurriedly back
to the other dressing room to retrieve her clothes.  She felt naughty and
alive and a little disappointed not to have been caught in the act by her
mother.

   Yelton and Kasey were smiling at her and she smiled back, "You two have
fun?" she asked.

   "Which hole did he fuck?" Yelton asked.

   "Well, I sucked him for a couple minutes, then he fucked my ass until he
came," Megan said.  "He came in my mouth and I swallowed it like the
naughty slut I am."

   "Victory!" Yelton yelled, raising his arms.  "Pay up, Kase!"

   "I will, I will," Kasey said.  "I can't believe you won."

   As Megan got dressed, they explained their impromptu bet about how her
body was being used.  "Sounds like a win-win to me," Megan said.  "That
photo shoot sounds fun."

   "Well, maybe you can join the fun if your schedule allows," Yelton said.
"The more hot young tits and ass the merrier, I always say." He laughed and
the girls giggled.

   Yelton grabbed his camera and proceeded to take more pictures of the
girls as they posed for him in the dressing room, making sure they had
images they could show Susan to convince her the girls were ideal for this
job.

   Susan, meanwhile, was in Quigley's office with Dr.  Meeks, who shared
some ideas about how to stage the strip club portion of the shop and make
the experience realistic and fun for the staff and customers alike.

   "You have some great ideas," Susan said, smiling at the handsome doctor.
"You know, I think it's a shame that you have to hide your ownership of the
club.  But I understand why you do."

   "I'm not ashamed of it," Meeks shrugged.  "But I don't want to offend or
alienate my patients.  It might bother some of them to get their cosmetic
surgery from a man who gives his strippers free boob jobs."

   "You do them for free?" Susan asked, surprised.

   "Yes, if they want me to," Meeks said.  "There are some contingencies,
of course, but I know most of them don't have the money for it and I know
many times it helps them to make more money at the club."

   "That's nice of you," Susan said.  "What sort of contingencies are
there, if you don't mind me asking?"

   "Well, they have to commit to work at the club for at least a year,"
Meeks said.

   "That seems fair."

   "Many of them also agree to sexual favors," Meeks said.  He was
matter-of-fact, unapologetic.  He studied her face to see how she would
react.

   "Oh, I see," Susan said.  "Well, that makes sense.  I mean, they're
attractive and you're single, right?"

   "Yes."

   "And it's consensual, so, I mean, who can judge that?" she wasn't sure
about her words.  She wasn't sure what she really felt about what he had
told her.  It caught her off guard, and it showed.  But she wasn't afraid
to tell him what she thought.  "I mean, I'm not going to nominate you for
the Citizen of the Year Award," she laughed.

   "Fair enough," Meeks said.  "I appreciate your honesty and acceptance.
I'm not surprised, but I appreciate it."

   "Why aren't you surprised?"

   "You're a very bright, mature, open-minded woman," Meeks said.  "It
shines through in how you present yourself.  Judging others isn't the sort
of thing you waste time on."

   "I hadn't really thought about it, but I suppose that's true," Susan
said.  "I do try to be positive.  Thank you for the compliment."

   "You know, if you hadn't been married, I would have offered you a
discount when you had your procedure too," Meeks smiled.

   "Really?  I'm not 25 like your dancers."

   "No, but attractiveness isn't defined by age," Meeks said.  "You're a
lovely woman.  You take a back seat to no one.  But I apologize.  I have
said too much.  I respect your marriage."

   "Thank you, but..."

   "But what?"

   "Well, my marriage isn't so great right now," Susan said, putting her
head down.  "We're, well, we're on a break.  Separated."

   "I'm truly sorry to hear that," Meeks said.  "I wouldn't have said those
thing had I known.  I apologize.  Is there anything I can do?"

   "Oh no, I'm fine.  Thank you," Susan said.  "It will be OK.  I worry
about Megan, but she is handling better than I am."

   "She's a remarkable young woman," Meeks nodded.  "She is a lot like you.
Anyone can see that."

   "Thank you."

   "Keep your head up," Meeks said.  "I'm not the sort who's going to tell
you that your marriage will be fine and you'll be happy forever and ever.
I'm also not the sort who's going to tell you that he's a jerk and an ass.
I don't know the man well and it's not fair for me to judge either of you.
All I will say is he must be a good man to have landed you in the first
place.  You both deserve to be happy, whether that's together or
separately. You will figure that part out soon.  That's the part I am sure
of."

   Susan thanked him and they rejoined the others in the store.

   "How'd it go?" Susan asked Yelton and Quigley.

   "Well, there's something we need to talk to you about," Quigley said.

   "What's that?"

   "These two are natural models.  They light up the camera.  Mr.  Yelton
and I both feel like they should be the official models for the marketing
materials for the store."

   "What?  This was just supposed to be a test," Susan said, a bit angrily.
"I thought you hired models already."

   "We did," Yelton nodded.  "But they didn't show.  We need someone we can
rely on.  And, frankly, there's no way they would have been better at
modeling than Kasey and Megan."

   "Really?" Susan asked, looking at Megan and Kasey, who were dressed like
strippers and shrugging innocently.

   "We just had fun," Megan said.  "We were pretending to be supermodels."

   "Here," Yelton said, showing Susan his tablet where he had loaded about
a dozen sexy but not too sexy images.  "See for yourself."

   Susan scrolled through the images, trying to set aside that this was her
daughter and her best friend.  She tried to view the images as a marketing
professional.  It was difficult to do, but she had to agree.  Megan and
Kasey were stunning.  Beautiful, but natural.  The fact that they were
having fun like Megan said jumped off the screen.  They caught your eye. 
The images themselves were artful and classy despite the clothing.  She
appreciated Yelton's eye and his discretion not to make the girls look too
sexy.

   "What do you think?" Susan asked the girls.

   "It was a lot of fun," Kasey said.  "I mean, I would like to try it."

   "Me too," Megan said.  "I never thought I could be a model."

   Susan never wanted to make a decision that would jeopardize her
daughter's self-image.  If she told her she couldn't model, would Megan
internalize that to think she wasn't pretty enough?  That wouldn't be
Susan's reason for stopping her.  Quite the opposite.  Megan was too
pretty. So was Kasey.  They were gorgeous and she felt compelled to protect
them.  But was that sheltering them?  Was it holding them back?  They were
old enough to make their own choice.  Technically, they didn't need Susan's
approval.

   "I'm OK with it if you are," Susan shrugged.  "We do need to tell your
fathers and show them these images."

   "Fair enough," Yelton said.  "I will send you the link and you can show
them.  If everyone is on board, we can set up some shoots next week."

   "Sounds good," Susan said.  "I think we've had a very productive
meeting. Anything else we need to discuss today?"

   "I just would like to thank the girls for being such good sports and
stepping in on such short notice," Quigley said.  "Please accept your
outfits, including the heels, as my gift."

   Both girls thanked him for his generosity as Susan cringed at the
thought of this hanging in her daughter's closet.  The girls headed off to
change back into their regular clothes.  When they were gone, Meeks spoke
up, "Mr.  Quigley, with your permission I would like to offer Ms.  Brandt
an outfit of her own.  My treat, of course."

   "I think that's a splendid idea," Quigley nodded, not sure what was
happening but knowing that Meeks wasn't offering a sexy outfit to Susan
because he was a generous man.  Susan was a beautiful woman.  Quigley
wouldn't mind seeing her in sexy piece of lingerie at all.  If Meeks was
working that angle, Quigley would gladly facilitate it.  "You buy one and
I'll throw in one more."

   "I'll chip in too," Yelton jumped in.  "All I ask is for a
mother-daughter photo shoot."

   "Wait, what?" Susan asked.  "Are you all serious?"

   "You deserve it," Quigley said.  "You're great at this.  It's the least
we can offer."

   "Susan, accept it with our appreciation," Meeks nodded.

   "Well, um, OK," she said.  "I'm flattered.  Thank you.  I, wow, I don't
know what to choose.  I don't wear clothes like these."

   "You do now," Meeks grinned charmingly.

   The guys loaded her down with several different outfits and Megan and
Kasey were happy to help her in the dressing room, offering their opinions
and suggestions.  Megan loved seeing her mom pampering herself and feeling
good about herself.  She was beautiful and should feel that way.  This was
a good reminder and a good boost to her ego at a time when she needed it.

   An hour later, the girls left together, Megan and Kasey each with a bag
containing one outfit and Susan carrying three bags with shoes and outfits
that she had no idea who she would ever wear them for.

   Susan dropped the girls off at home before heading to spend the night
with a girlfriend.  Megan and Kasey said a quick hello to Michael, then
scurried over to Mick and Harry's.  Harry fucked Megan doggy style while
Kasey made dinner and filled them in on the details from both jobs.  Then,
after dinner, Kasey rode Mick while Megan did the dishes and put away the
laundry.  It was two hours of quality time taking care of their original
daddies.  Even though jobs were taking off quickly, they owed everything to
Mick and Harry and would never forget them.  They would always make time to
ensure the men received the attention and pleasure they deserved.

   When they got home, Megan packed for her trip - following the specific
clothing instructions sent by Mr.  Rothman.  Kasey helped her, then they
both went down and showed Michael the photos from their shoot, explaining
their opportunity to model.

   Michael was stunned and conflicted.  They looked so incredible.  Sexy.
Too sexy.  He thought things he shouldn't.  Before he could stop himself,
he asked Megan to forward the link to him so he could give it more thought.
She did and he excused himself, saying he would take a shower and think
about it.  He turned on the shower, the sound hiding his actions as he
stood at the sink and looked at the pictures, unable to take his eyes off
Kasey.  He stroked his cock, angry at himself, but unable to stop.  Kasey
was looking right back at him in the image, her perky tits, perfect thighs,
and edible ass all teasing and taunting him.  He shot his load into the
sink, washed it down and took his shower, unable to wash away the dirty
thoughts.

   He knew he should tell them not to do it, but he couldn't help but think
about what other outfits Kasey might model, what other images he might see.
He had to see those.

   Granderson came over to pick Kasey up and the girls showed him the
images too.  Of course, they knew he would approve, but he played along
perfectly, acting shocked at first, then slowly joining Michael in giving
the girls his approval.  It was official.  Megan and Kasey were models.

   Later that night, Granderson lay in bed, looking at one of the images of
Megan on his tablet, stroking himself, thinking about her blowjobs in the
theater.  Michael lay in bed looking at Kasey's image, jerking his cock,
thinking that he could be single for the rest of his life so long as he had
pictures of Kasey to look at.

   Susan lay in bed, touching herself, her fingers quietly playing over her
pussy lips, thinking about how naughty it would have been to be one of
those women paying Dr.  Meeks for a boob job with their bodies.

   Megan lay in bed, thinking about what might be happening at this time
tomorrow night.  Rothman would fuck her for sure.  She suspected Tanaka
might as well.  But what would be the situation?  Would she be part of the
negotiation?  It was exciting.

   Kasey lay in bed thinking she had two days to implement her plan.  It
was risky, but in her heart, she was almost certain it would work and that
it would be glorious.