Skin Flick Slut CH-5

Chapter 5

Rich was even better-looking than I remembered, he was absolutely
gorgeous. it seemed like you had to be to work at Beauty and not just
as a model. I guessed that so far I'd passed all the tests, even a few
that weren't exactly required. I'd only met Richard a couple of times
at parties, but he remembered me well when Phil introduced us. I
brought in the photographs; he looked them over quickly in the
restaurant.

"They look great," he said, putting them away in their manila envelope.
"I see you like girl-girl scenes."

I leaned forward, trying to be as seductive as possible. "I love them,"
I said. "I love them almost as much as I love working with guys."

"Glad to see you're flexible," grinned Rich. "I'll have to take a
closer look at these shots, of course ... perhaps later this afternoon.
But if you measure up ... we can definitely find a regular place for
you in the magazine."

A thrill ran through my body, this was my big break! The money that
Beauty paid, not just for the magazine itself but for other
publications was incredible! And if I could get steady work here ...
besides the money, I'd be getting such exposure! I smiled
flirtatiously.

"I'm very flexible," I said. "I really hope it works out."

"That's great," said Richard. "We're talking too much business. I'd
like to do that all later ... you're free for the rest of the
afternoon?"

"Oh, certainly," I said.

"Great. I'd like to take a closer look at these pictures ... with you
around so I can compare them. Would that be all right? After lunch, of
course."

"That's be great." I winked at him. He responded with a smile.

We went back to ordering; the food was delicious! All the while, Phil
and Richard both watched me closely, obviously taking pleasure in my
appearance. I'd taken care to dress especially for Richard; I didn't
want to look too slutty but I did my best to come close. I wore a
leather skirt, a very short one. It was decent, all right, but not by
much and I knew that it accented my legs perfectly. Under that I wore
black fishnets attached to a garter belt that I hoped Richard would get
a chance to see later. At this "meeting," perhaps. I had on low boots,
black leather, with high heels that raised my ass and legs and made my
smooth buttocks, which were tightly covered by the skirt, look like
they were just begging to get fucked. On top I wore a clingy red silk
shirt, low-cut and unbuttoned even further, with a black demi-bra that
let me open my shirt far without showing any of the lace. It was a
push-up bra; it pressed my tits together and accented my cleavage,
raising them up and making them look even better than ever. The bra
only came halfway up my breasts, covering them up to my nipples. That
way, if I bent over at all, Richard and Phil could both glance down my
shirt and see the pink buds of my erect nipples riding just on the lacy
top of my bra. And when I leaned back or stretched my arms, the hard
nipples pressed against the top and showed through nicely. Phil and
Richard both watched intently, obviously pleased with my decision to be
the slut he'd asked me to be. I knew they'd be even more pleased if
they let me prove to them what a slut I really was. What made me so
wet, though, was knowing that both Phil and Richard were just aching to
let me prove it to them. And I knew quite well that I could do it
admirably. I wasn't just acting, I was really attracted to Richard, and
of course Phil just made my pussy cream by being there across the table
from me. They were both so charming, so in charge, and so seductive. I
knew what it was like to fuck Phil, but as I ate the delicious lunch
and sipped at my gin and tonic, I wondered just what Richard was like.
He was really good-looking; tall and broad, with sharp-cut features and
dark hair. His eyes seemed to sparkle every time I caught them; he knew
I was just begging for it. I'd caught a glimpse of his crotch as he
stood up to shake my hand; I could tell his cock bulged against his
pants quite admirably. He was a legend in the industry, not only was he
one of the most powerful publishers around, but he was supposed to be a
simply incredible fuck. I smiled to myself as I realized I just might
get to find out!

When we were finished eating, I had another drink. I was beginning to
get light-headed, but I knew that wouldn't hurt me. I fuck better when
I'm a little tipsy, and right now I was so horny I would have given
anything for the opportunity to do just that. I smiled across the table
at Richard; through the whole meal he hadn't been able to take his eyes
off of me. I'd worn my hair long and flowing; I reached up and stroked
it seductively, sweeping my long, dangling silver earrings back. The
shirt was open far enough that he could see lots of my pretty
shoulders; as the hair brushed against it I wished we weren't in such a
public place so he could do something about it! I calmed myself though,
I didn't want to be too obvious. But I was so turned on. I was still
tingling from that incredible session with Stephanie! I smirked; I knew
that before too long Richard would be tingling with it, too.

"Well, I've got to get back to the office," said Phil as he pushed back
his plate. "It's run, run, run. You two can stay and talk business.
Tanya, you're coming in to sign things at 11:00 tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Great," said Phil. "I hope you two work some things out."

"I'm sure we will," said Richard. Phil got up and left; my eyes roved
over his ass in those tight dress pants as he walked away. The waitress
cleared the dishes away and brought us each another drink; Richard
leaned forward over the table.

"I'm really impressed by your stills," he said. "I think you're just
cut out for Beauty."

"I'm glad to hear that. I love your magazine, I'm just dying to work
there."

"We pay very well," he said. "And it looks like you might fit in a
series, every other month."

I rolled my eyes, smiling as if in ecstasy. "I'd love that," I said.

He nodded. He leaned even closer, and I felt his leg rubbing against
mine. It sent tingles through my body, he was finally making a move on
me. I had sat through the whole lunch just waiting for him to do it!

"I'd like to get a closer look at this session you did with Stephanie,"
he said. "I'd like you to be there as I inspect them."

"That's great!"

"Stephanie's a wonderful girl, isn't she?"

I nodded. Richard went on. "She's really incredible. I'd love to have
her in more layouts ... but Phil keeps her very busy in the office.
Very busy."

"She's wonderful to pose with," I blushed. Richard eased his hand
against my knee.

"So let's go somewhere to look at these pictures, shall we? I'd like to
get to know you better."

I looked straight into his eyes, begging for it.

I'd love to get to know you better, too, " I breathed. "Ever since I
met you at that party ... I think about you now and then. I thought you
were too busy for me to ever get a shot at you ... to get to know you,
that is."

"Not at all," he said.

I put my hand on Richard's strong wrist. I glanced over at the side of
the table; the tablecloths hung down past my knees. I looked into
Richard's gorgeous eyes as I spread my legs slightly and eased his
fingers gradually up the insides of my thighs. I kept watching him
carefully as I licked my lips hungrily.

He stretched out his finger as I reached between my legs and tugged my
panties out of the way. I spread my legs further; I pressed his middle
finger against the hole of my cunt. I was gushing wet for him; his eyes
went wide as he realized it.

"Put it in," I whispered. "Doing it in public turns me on."

Richard eased his finger ahead; it entered me slowly as I whimpered. I
snuggled forward on the seat so that he could get a better grip on me;
he pressed his middle finger deeper in and I grunted, leaning toward
him.

"That feels so good," I whispered. "I really want you."

He pulled back on his finger, then shoved forward again. I glanced
around, a few people were watching us. They couldn't know what we were
doing, though - the tablecloths hid us. I whispered into his ear. "Put
two fingers in ... please ..."

Richard drew his finger back and put two fingers up against my cunt; he
started forcing them in, stretching my cunt-hole as I squirmed on the
seat. "That's so good ... uh ... deeper ..." He put them all the way in
and I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, sliding my tongue
gently into his mouth.

"I want more of you," I panted. "I want your cock."

"I've got reservations," he said. "At the Wambala."

I smiled. The Wambala was a luxury hotel. I'd been there once, with an
old boyfriend of mine who'd wanted to fuck in style. Their rooms were
just made for wild sex.

"I can't wait," I whispered. "Let's get there fast."

"My limo's waiting," he smiled. "From the way Phil described you, I
thought you'd feel this way."

"I do," I panted. "I've got to have you."

He pulled his fingers back; I bit my lip, disappointed as they left me.
I knew he couldn't properly finger-fuck me there in the restaurant -
now we were on our way to the hotel where I'd really get fucked.

"Let's go," he said.

I tucked my skirt and my panties back down, straightening my clothes.
As we got up, I downed the last of my drink; I was really feeling off-
center. But I liked it; I was about to fuck one of the best-looking
guys I'd ever seen. He helped me on with my leather jacket; we walked
out the front door. He put his hand on my back as we waited for the
limo, then let it trail briefly down to stroke the curve of my ass
through the leather skirt. I wished he'd lift it up, stroke my naked
buttocks ... but we were in the parking lot! I giggled; I leaned close
to Richard and put my arms around him. I snuggled deep into his warmth;
he turned and I could feel his cock bulging through his pants against
my fishnet-clad thigh. I panted into his ear as I stroked it with my
leg; he rubbed my neck sensuously. My cunt seemed to tingle every time
he'd touch me; I knew that before long he'd be making me tingle
everywhere. I smiled at him as he kissed me softly on the neck.