Chapter 2

And now he was coming to her room!

Ann heard the door to Jenifer's dressing room close solidly behind the vice-president for sales and promotion, and the sound of his heavy deliberate footsteps in the hallway. Panic swept over the young model like a waterfall as she realized that in her nervous excitement she had forgotten to dress. She was still clad only in the skimpy Pink Cloud underwear she had worn for the advertisement and if Birindelli came in and found her half-dressed like this, it would seem like an open invitation for him to start all over again with her the lewd cocksucking he had just finished next door with Jenifer!

Presumably, his lust would be satisfied, but Ann had heard about men who could do it again and again, and she wanted to take no chances. Her first impulse was to grab her bathrobe and cover herself completely, but then she remembered what Mr. Pauling had said about "showing him some flesh."

For a split-second, she hung in agonized indecision. Then, realizing that she had to do something, Ann quickly unsnapped the brassiere and took it off. She put on her dressing gown, leaving it partially open in front so that the magnificent twin peaks of her breasts were exposed almost to the nipples. Ann remembered how the handsome vice president had coarsely praised her breasts on the set and hoped that this would satisfy him.

Just as she fastened the cord around her slender waist, the door opened and Birindelli entered briskly.

Until this moment, the young brunette model had not realized just how big a man he really was. Birindelli towered above her by at least a foot and she estimated that he weighed over two hundred pounds without a trace of excess fat anywhere.

"All right Ann," he rumbled, his deep powerful voice filling the room. "I've got a conference in a few minutes, so I'll come right to the point. I've been watching you, whether you knew it or not, for the past six months, and I've decided that you've got what it takes to go places in the world of sales and promotion." His dark cruel eyes wandered over her luringly half-exposed body as he spoke and Ann had to repress a naturally modest desire to close the front of her gown. This man was important to her and she had to charm him one way or another. If he fired her, she and Frank would really be in financial difficulties.

"I'm hiring you and Jenifer as special promotional assistants. If you take the job, you can forget about routine modeling duties as of right now. The salary's about three times what you're making at the present and you will be considered for pay raises every six months."

"Oh, Mr. Birindelli..." Ann began to stammer, surprised and delighted at the unexpected development. It was obvious to her now that what happened between Birindelli and Jenifer had nothing to do with her. He was not just interested in her pretty face and stunning figure; he wanted her for what she could do as a businesswoman, an executive! But he cut off her expressions of gratitude with a quick businesslike wave of his hand.

"Don't thank me, because I don't do things like this out of the kindness of my heart. People who work for me make money because they produce. And if they fail to produce, I get rid of them in one hell of a hurry. Remember the name of this game is sales!" He paused to pick up the Pink Cloud bra hanging over the back of her chair and dangled it before her eyes. "There's a dozen other companies in New York manufacturing tit-holders just as good as this one! But the Pink Cloud is going to outsell a dozen identical products ten-to-one because we are going to sell it like it was God's gift to women. Wonder-Wear is the biggest in the business because we merchandise every one of our products with no holds barred. It's a war, Miss Larkin, a war, and we'll stop at nothing to make sure we win it. Keep that in mind and you'll go a long way. Report to my office tomorrow at three for a briefing on your new duties as a special promotional assistant. And I have a terrible habit of firing people who are more than two minutes late!" He turned, as if to go, and then paused, giving her one last lingering inspection, "Even if you do have the biggest and most voluptuous tits I've ever seen," he added, his voice softening just a little. As he spoke, the vice-president stretched out both arms and ran his hands down the front of her dressing gown, briefly exposing and caressing her two proud swollen breasts, his fingers lightly brushing over her tight brown nipples. Ann was too startled and frightened to protest and by the time she got her wits together, he had whirled on his heel and marched out the door.

The young model suddenly felt a slight weakness about the knees and sat down heavily on the nearest chair.

It was an exceedingly long ride on the subway to the edge of the city where she and Frank lived in their tiny apartment, and as she rattled back and forth on the noisy dirty subway car, Ann daydreamed about getting a nice place closer to the center of town. With new salary, they could begin to afford some of the luxuries of life.

Mr. Birindelli had never given her a chance to say yes or no to his offer of a new job but the more she thought about it, the better it sounded, particularly the salary. Of course Ann had not the remotest idea of what a special promotional assistant was supposed to do, but she imagined herself seated behind a magnificent desk designing advertisements or charming important clients. It really didn't matter! For that kind of money, she would do almost anything.