"The Borrowing, Part One."
Jules & Petri
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude terms. It's fairly tame, and I'm attractive broad-minded, but the propriety laws in most states would involve it not be decipher by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should in all probability leave now. More notably, this tale skin women presented as sexual substance. I urge readers, uniquely young males, to not regard real women in this manner.
This work is © 2001 the instigator. The situations are made-up. This is only a fantasy, so any similarity to genuine persons and measures is pure coincidence.
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Mr. Carter, Head of TNA Net, leaned back in his preside over, listening thoughtfully as one of his VPs detailed programming projections for the imminent year. Carter just nodded as the gentleman began to airstream up his boom. It was the last panel meeting of the year, December 23rd. Everyone was anxious to close up, and none more so than Mr. Carter, but he held in reserve his restlessness considerably better concealed than the other nine boardmembers bestow.
"'Bikini Carwash Company' is still the uppermost rater. The extra sitcom, 'More Dollars than Sense' is responsibility better than we expected, but if it doesn't notch up two more points, we lingo justify picking it up for a flash season."
Mr. "More Dollars than Sense", about a pair of bozos who triumph $50 million and proceed to surround themselves with a pack of barely-dressed bimbos, was the first TNA show to in reality star male actors. They'd recognized it would be a venture.
"And that concludes the crash from programming." The fresh VP finished up, philanthropic Mr. Carter an hoping look. Finally, the VP spar again. "So, that's it for another time, huh, JC? How about those 'Christmas bonuses' you promised?" He was not alone.
Mr. Carter smiled. He knew what they required, hell, he required it too. He glanced over to a sweet blonde who had been attractive notes during the go into meeting.Yes, Mr." He leaned send on and pressed a pin on the intercomm. A playful, and distinctly Australian, female accent answered. "Yes, Mr.Carter?"
A sigh of pleasure went up from the assembled chap VPs, as the titanic wooden double doors at the faraway end of the assembly room swung open. All eyes crooked to greet the visions of charm that sashayed in. The men's eyes travelled hungrily up those legs, skimming across buttery thighs, flat, toned stomachs, frisky breasts, and near-term to rest on the happy faces of eleven of the most enjoyable girls on the earth. Each beauty was dressed for the joyful season in black leather ankle-boots, a clever red string swimming suit, and a matching red hat, trimmed with fair fluff and topped off with a pom-pom. Each lass stood in a pose, hands on pleasing hips, chins up, impressive chests thrust bold, grinning with delight at the whistles and catcalls that greeted their lobby. She was, in Mr. Carter's view, by far the most wonderful woman in the group. Carter, hanging in her model's pose to glass case her body. She was five feet nine inches tall, and her measurements were 38-25-35.She had the bluest eyes, the sweetest smirk, and long, chestnut sunburned hair that destroy upon her shoulders. Despite the small amount of cover up her bikini afforded, it was obvious that her honey-golden tan covered every shuffle of her mouth-watering mass. Her long, suave arms and legs spar of an classiness of a qualified model, yet the spangle in her observe could only be that of a starlet who couldn't wait to get naked. As Mr. Carter ogled her, her flesh goosepimpled to some extent, either from the declare conditioning or the excitement. Her name was Nicola, and she was the finest example of ass you could ever unqualified eyes (or hands) on. As the whistles died down, Nicola began to speak, her exotic Australian say-so ringing out to fill the opportunity.
"To the boardmembers of the TNA Group: You see here before you the finest, most delightful starlets and models TNA has hired in the history year." She stretched out a meager arm to indicate the assembled girls, similar a spokesmodel viewing off the prizes on a gameshow. "You've specified us the opportunity to be stars, and for that we would be fond of to thank you all very much. So it is our pleasure to contemporary to you, hard-working gentlemen of the stay, your Christmas bonuses." She curved to the assembled starlets, a disobedient glint in her eye. "Ready, girls?"
"Ready!" they replied. The eleven gorgeous girls reached behind their necks and untied their bikini tops. Smiling, Nicola's top popped off, revealing her beautiful brown boobs. She shook her controller to free the tangle of strings from her hair (causing her tits to quiver), and in a single, graceful moment, tossed her top to the meeting. Most were large. Many were brown. But they were all the tastiest tits the TNA network had to recommend.
"Well, thank-you Nicola," replied Mr. Carter." Nicola grinned in return, a slight go red at the compliment up-and-coming across her countenance and chest. And how many times have I told you to call me Knickers?" She shook her touch at him in mock anger. Carter laughed. Nicola twisted to her fellow starlets. "OK, girls, let's show them how gratifying we really are. All nine VPs quickly had a gorgeous topless classic perched on his knee, cooing elatedly. Even Miss Groves, reserved furiously, had a half-naked young woman as lovely as herself cuddling up to her, organization her fingers through those blonde tresses. Nicola strode to the have control over of the suggest, threw one of her slow legs over Mr.Carter's lick up, and made herself comfortable. Nicola sat facing him, her hands on his shoulders, his hands caressing her bare waist. Grinning, Nicola wriggled her nearly-naked pussy into his crotch, causing Mr. Carter to groan with pleasure.
"Care to promote to a hands-on assessment of the network's assets?" Nicola asked with a badly behaved smirk. Scooting forwards on his knee, her gorgeous tits were now meager inches from Mr. Carter's watering opening."
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