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"You have come on your face," Tom said.
"I know," Jeannine said.
"What shall we do about it?" Tom said.
"You could lick it off," she said.
"No."
"Someone else could lick it off."
"Who?"
"Deborah."
"Deborah is expensive."
"But you keep her here. You like her."
"Yes."
"She excites you."
"Because she looks like a virgin, and she gives nothing of herself. She
only takes. And her flesh is like a baby's."
She glanced down at his cock. "You want her now."
"I want to see her licking the come from your face."
"Because it will give you the illusion of mastery. But you will be
paying for every stroke of her tongue."
"Yes. Call her."
Jeannine got up, went to his desk and picked up the phone. She punched
one digit. "Will you ask Deborah to come to Mr. Garson's office, please." She
came back and joined him again on the floor.
In a moment there was a brief knock on the door, and then it opened and
Deborah came in. She was young and dark-haired and pretty and slender except for
her breasts, which were not slender. She was wearing a sweater and skirt and
carrying a steno pad. She showed no surprise at seeing the two of them naked on
the floor. She stood quietly just inside the door and waited, expressionlessly,
while Tom looked at her. He drew his eyes very slowly down her body, drinking in
the full round breasts, the flat stomach and slim waist, the smooth, elegantly
curved legs.
Tom said, "Jeannine has come on her face."
"I see that," Deborah said flatly.
"I want you to lick it off for her."
Deborah's face did not change. "Clothed or naked?" she said.
"Clothed. For now."
"Two hundred dollars," Deborah said.
"No," Tom said.
Deborah said nothing.
"All right," Tom said. "But do a damn good job."
Deborah put her steno pad on the desk. She walked over to where Jeannine
lay on the floor and got down on her hands and knees. She lowered her face to
the blonde girl's and began, slowly and carefully, to lick the come off with her
tongue.
"Lovely," Tom said. Jeannine reached out and curled her fingers
knowingly around his erect cock.
Deborah cleaned every bit of come from Jeannine's face, starting from
where it had dripped off the bottom of her chin and licking upwards to the
corner of her mouth. Then she ran her tongue slowly around the other girl's
lips.
"You sweet little bitch," Tom murmured. Jeannine's fingers moved
slightly against his cock.
"Jeannine has come in her cunt, too," Tom said.
Deborah raised her head. "You know the price of that," she said.
"Yes," Tom said. "I know."
Deborah lowered her head again and began to move her mouth gradually
downward over Jeannine's body.
Jeannine began to slide her hand slowly up and down his prick. "Would
you like to fuck her, Daddy?" she said.
"I'd love to fuck her," Tom said. "But not today. She's costing me
enough money. The bitch thinks her body is worth its weight in gold."
"It's a nice body," Jeannine said.
"It's a great body. But she's a stuck-up, mercenary little cunt. I'd
like to teach her a lesson."
Deborah's mouth had reached Jeannine's crotch. Jeannine splayed her legs
wide, her hips lifting toward Deborah's face. Her hand stroked him lovingly,
expertly. "What would you like to do to her, Daddy?"
"I'd like to tie her up and beat the hell out of her," Tom said.
Deborah's lips fastened themselves to the still softer lips of
Jeannine's vagina, and her tongue delved deep inside her cunt, industriously
licking out all the come that Billy had deposited there. Jeannine's body writhed
sensuously and her breathing became ragged. Her hand moved faster on his cock.
"Tell me about it," she breathed.
"Hang her up from the ceiling," Tom said, a little hoarsely. "By her
wrists. Naked. Feet off the floor. Body all stretched out. Helpless. Take a
bullwhip to her. Whip her all over. All over that damn soft body. Every inch.
Start with her back. Down to her ass. Watch her struggle. Kicking and squirming.
Whip her legs. Then her front. Whip those gorgeous tits. Listen to her scream.
Whip her stomach. Her thighs. Flesh like a baby's. Whip them raw. Let her yell
and beg me to stop. Whip her tits some more. Let her scream her head off.
Promise me anything if I'll stop. Anything. Anything at all. Begging and crying
and screaming. Laugh in her face. Start over again. Whip her again. Again.
Again..."
Tom and Jeannine both came at the same time.
Deborah rose to her feet. She wiped her mouth daintily with a tissue,
her face still calm and expressionless.
Tom said, panting, "How much would you charge me to do that to you,
Deborah?"
"A million dollars," Deborah said.
"I'll think about it," Tom said.
