Chapter 5

"Look, she's in the bedroom and her face is as white as a sheet," Jenifer told the executive urgently. "When I try to talk to her, all I get are mumbles!"

"Naturally," commented Birindelli with elaborate disinterest. "Perfectly normal."

"Perfectly normal?" repeated the blonde model in amazement. "You told us that this LaFarge creep has funny tastes and you're counting on Ann and me to help sell him, which means she has to satisfy some of those funny tastes. With me, it's okay. I like almost anything as long as it doesn't hurt, but Ann..."

"... is different," Birindelli finished the statement for her.

"That's right. So different that what you told us about LaFarge's sex life has got her about ready to faint."

"Precisely. Now Jenifer, when I look into your beautiful blue eyes, do you know what I see?" the advertising man inquired smoothly.

"Mr. Birindelli, you know I'm available, but is this any time to get romantic?" replied the tall slender girl patiently.

"Jenifer, I have never been less romantic in my life. I am thinking about a million dollars and how to get my hands on it. Now, as I was saying, when 1 look into your eyes I see things which delight me personally: sensuality, worldliness, uninhibited lust and, as you said, availability. That turns me on, but then not all men are built the way I am. A great many, like our friend LaFarge for example, want a woman who resists, a woman who has to be forced into submission, beaten, whipped if necessary. In short, LaFarge wants an innocent young girl to corrupt and I'm betting a million dollars that he's going to go wild over Ann..."

"You think Ann will be willing to do what LaFarge wants?" questioned the model anxiously.

"Of course not," snapped the executive. "But he'll make her do what he wants, by force, probably, and she will resist, probably, and then give in, probably. And if all of these probablies come true, I will be in that little room to photograph the results and we will have our fine French bastard by the balls."

"Assuming that everything goes according to plan..."

"Let's not assume, Jenifer," shot Birindelli coldly. "That's why you're there, to make sure everything goes according to plan. You're my floor manager, and besides LaFarge likes to double his fun with a couple of girls at the same time."

"Okay, okay, but what's to prevent Ann from deciding she doesn't want to play ball with us at all and simply walking out?"

The burly corporation executive uttered a low sinister chuckle. "Her hubby has been cooperating with us beautifully by buying everything in sight on the expectation that her nice fat salary will continue. I checked their credit rating the other day and found that they've gotten themselves into debt up to their ears. No, our little Miss Ann Larkin is not going to take a walk on us. She's trapped and I think she knows it!"

Ann tossed back one last whiskey as she heard the doorbell ring and then went quickly to the bathroom to rinse out the glass as Birindelli called from the livingroom that he would answer the door.

She had been drinking a lot in the past few days, but it was the only way she could face the terrible situation in which she found herself. She had discovered that everything went more smoothly if she was a little bit drunk and no one seemed to notice, not even Frank, so she kept on drinking even though she knew full well that this was the coward's way out of her problems.

"Ah, Jacques," she heard Birindelli say warmly. "How good to see you again! So glad you could take an evening off to stop by. Come in and have a drink. The girls'll be out in a minute."

Ann Larkin took one last look in the mirror before going out to meet the Frenchman "with strange tastes." She had done a lot of crying in the course of the afternoon but Jenifer had started feeding her whiskey about two hours ago and had done such an expert job on her make-up that she now looked fresh and bright and there was no trace of tears on her cheeks.

Besides crying, she had done a lot of thinking that day and had examined all the possibilities, coming up against the same blank wall no matter which way she turned. Birindelli had her, financially and every other way and there was no escape. He had used her once with enormous success on poor old Mr. Benson. And he would use her again and again, altering the scene as necessary, but always keeping the last act the same.

And now she was expected to perform for this French monster who was supposed to like all sorts of weird tricks. Well, there were limits, she decided, a little drunkenly, to how far she could be pushed. She would get into bed with LaFarge and he could make love to her if he wanted, but the acrobatics were out.

"Are you ready, honey?" asked Jenifer, shooting her a worried look. "I think our boyfriend has arrived." Both women were wearing extremely low-cut, tight-fitting dresses which showed off their supple, young bodies to the best advantage. Underneath, naturally, they were both wearing Wonder-Wear underwear.

"Yeah, let's go," Ann replied, trying to smile. "We're going to sell some panties tonight!"

Ann had been expecting someone big and menacing, but in fact, Jacques LaFarge was a slight, slender man in his late thirties. He possessed a typical Frenchman's face: hawk nose and prominent chin, dominated by deep set melancholy eyes which flashed cynically around the room.

"Enchante," he declared, shaking hands with Ann and devouring her scantily-attired body with his gaze. Jenifer served drinks from the bar, chatting merrily and keeping the conversation rolling. Ann noticed that she had been given a double whiskey but decided that she might as well drink it. The more booze she had in her, the less she would feel later on.

"Well, business before pleasure, as you Americans say," suggested LaFarge, with only a trace of a French accent in his spoken English. "I keep hearing about Wonder-Wear's new Pink Cloud line. Are these delightful young ladies going to model it for me?"

"Of course," agreed Birindelli immediately, nodding to Ann and Jenifer.

"We're wearing the bra-and-panty combination right now," offered Jenifer helpfully. "Would you like to start with that?"

"Very much," LaFarge drawled with a touch of irritation in his voice. "But I find it difficult to see through your dresses."

Ann kept one eye on Jenifer, waiting to see what her girlfriend was going to do. Her own mind was already a little fogged with the whiskey and she was not sure whether it would be good manners to return to her bedroom to undress or not.

But Jenifer solved the problem by grinning directly at the French fashion expert and beginning to undo the buttons on her party dress. Suddenly an even better idea popped into Ann's head. She gathered her long brown hair in her hands and turned her back on LaFarge.

"Would you mind undoing me?" she asked with simulated innocence. The Frenchman laughed lasciviously and drew the zipper all the way down to the base of her spine, making sure that his fingers touched the tops of her buttocks. Birindelli, standing off to one side, winked at her covertly and she knew she had scored a point or two already. The lithe young model stepped out of the dress gracefully and turned to face the fashion designer without any embarrassment or fear. If nothing else, the experiences of the past few days had taught her not to be shy about her body in front of strange men.

"Hmmmmm," he muttered, looking the two girls over carefully. "Interesting construction of this brassiere. I don't see exactly how it supports this young woman's breasts the way it does."

He ran his fingers over the surface of Ann's bra, checking the tension on the straps and Ann felt her nipples begin to tighten involuntarily.

"It doesn't," explained Birindelli easily. "It just holds her tits in place. The Pink Cloud is as close as you can get to going naked."

"Oh, come now, Birindelli," sneered the Frenchman, "if the bra weren't holding her tits up, they'd be sagging down around her belly-button!"

Jenifer settled the argument in her usual practical efficient manner by stepping quickly behind Ann and undoing the flimsy brassiere. She lifted it casually off her friend's body with a smile. Ann's breasts stayed firmly where they were while LaFarge did an exaggerated double-take.

"My apologies," he said, making a low mocking bow, "I underestimated you." There was a general round of laughter and Birindelli proposed another set of drinks, asking Ann to get the bottle and give them each a refill. Without putting her bra back on, the brown-haired model did as she was told, pouring herself another double-whiskey and discovering that there was a tingling sexy sensation involved with walking around almost naked in a room with two fully-dressed men.

When she handed him his drink, LaFarge patted the seat next to him and ordered her to sit down while Jenifer modeled a few more Wonder-Wear products.

By ten o'clock, everybody was just a tiny bit smashed, particularly Ann, and Birindelli opened another bottle of his best Scotch and sent Jenifer for more ice. All four had long since given up the pretense that they were there to conduct a modeling session and the two girls had now both shed their Pink Cloud brassieres and were wearing only their nearly transparent panties when Birindelli glanced casually at his watch and "remembered" another appointment.

"Really am sorry, Jacques," he said jokingly, "to run off and leave you alone and helpless with these two broads, but duty calls."

"Quite," remarked the European blandly, who had been wondering if Birindelli would ever get lost and leave him to his own devices.

"Well, I'll be talking to you in the morning," said the advertising executive, slipping his jacket on.

"Possibly," replied LaFarge, not committing himself, and Birindelli left. There was a moment of mild tension when the three of them were finally left alone. Of course, both girls knew that their boss had simply ducked into the concealed room and would be watching--and photographing--everything which happened from that moment on. The thought made Ann nervous, despite the quantity of whiskey she had consumed, and she had to remind herself not to look at the mirror over the fireplace, behind which Birindelli lurked, camera in hand.

"Well, isn't this cozy? One Frenchman and two naked little girls. Or I should say almost naked girls," he added, pointing to Ann's panties. "But they're nice. I get hotter with a girl when she leaves her panties on."

"All right," Ann agreed, attempting to sound casual and glancing quickly at Jenifer for reassurance. It suddenly occurred to her that she had never felt so naked in the presence of another woman before and the idea gave her a moment's nervousness, but she was in this too deep to back out now. Jenifer had rolled her panties down a little on her hips to make them more sensuous and was pouring them all another drink. Ann inhaled sharply and then also rolled her last remaining garment a little lower too, down her tantalizingly smooth buttocks, while LaFarge looked on appreciatively.

"Well now," he said, smiling lustfully as the buxom young woman stood almost naked before him. "I gather you've been told what I like. Why don't you get down to business?"

Ann made no move, suddenly paralyzed by uncertainty. How could she explain that there were some things she could not do, not even if she wanted to? He would have to understand, she was new at this business... it was not easy... and he was so abrupt and brutal about it, not even bothering with her feelings.

"Hey," he called, his voice soft and menacing. "You're off in your own little world! Come on over here, little American girl, and stand real close so I can touch you. You too, blondie."

The two women approached him, one on either side of the chair, glancing at each other nervously. Jacques LaFarge looked from one to the other, smiling with deep sinister satisfaction as he noted the apprehension displayed by the dark-haired girl. It too genuine and sincere to be false, he decided, reaching up to touch her. This Venus-shaped creature was really terrified out of her mind!

The other girl would have her uses as well, the depraved Frenchman realized as he studied Jenifer's long willowy body, because she obviously had plenty of experience and could be counted on to do what she was told. But it was the unwilling and reluctant innocent who really turned him on. He switched his attention back to the shorter of the two women, stretching out one arm languidly and playing with Ann's swollen and trembling breasts while he casually smoked a cigarette.

"Hey, little Miss Larkin," he said in the same insulting tone of voice. "Why don't you get right down here so we can be comfortable. That's right, honey, between my knees... Blondie, you just stand by, because I'll be getting to you in a minute."

Ann's body had already begun to tremble with fear, but she obeyed without question, her head spinning with the liquor she had consumed. She would do it if she could, she resolved drunkenly. Everything was riding on her now and she had to force herself to go through with it...

"Open up the barn door," LaFarge grinned broadly, "and we'll see if the horse has escaped."

"Ann's hands were shaking badly, so she took a quick sip of her drink before going ahead, managing to unfasten the Frenchman's fly and draw down the zipper while Jenifer perched on the arm of his chair and allowed him to play with her firmly rounding young breasts.

"Now take my cock out, baby. Let's have a look at the basic equipment for our evening's entertainment."

The Frenchman obligingly raised himself up in the chair to allow Ann to draw his pants down over his hips, exposing a small, flaccid penis nestled in the reddish-brown pubic hair of his loins. To delay a little longer, she fussed over him, pulling off his shoes and socks and removing his pants entirely. But as she looked at his cock, she knew already that she could never do what he wanted her to.

"Okay, baby, you get the picture," he snarled, suddenly in a hurry. "Get your pretty mouth down there around it and let's see those lips go to work!"

"I can't!" she said faintly, so frightened that the words caught in her throat.

"Let me, Jacques," offered Jenifer immediately, trying to avoid a clash of wills between LaFarge and her friend. "She's a little new at this and it takes awhile to get warmed up...

"Shut up, you bitch," snapped the Frenchman angrily, never shifting his eyes from Ann's tear-streaked face. "What do you mean by telling me you can't?" he asked Ann cruelly, leaning forward and running his fingers harshly through her hair. "When Jacques LaFarge tells a woman to do something, she does it! Do you understand? Now put that cock in your mouth and start sucking!"

"I understand... but I just can't do it, Mr. LaFarge," Ann wept in despair, knowing that Mr. Birindelli was witnessing her refusal to carry out a client's order and would certainly fire her the moment he got the opportunity.

Suddenly LaFarge yanked Ann's soft brown hair forward, dragging her head forcibly into his loin and holding her face directly against his twitching squirming cock. With his free hand, the Frenchman reached down and carefully slipped the belt off of his pants, curling it menacingly around his fist.

"All right, little girl, let's see if we can't change your mind," he spat at her as the belt suddenly whirled through the air and crackled against her panty covered left buttock, exposed and vulnerable because of the abnormal position her body had been forced into. Ann saw the blow coming and tried not to scream when it landed, but the sting was too great.

"Oooooogh!" she moaned, jerking her body forward to escape the pain, despite the fact that this action only drove her face harder against the Frenchman's stirring penis. Now her lips were resting directly against the soft unerected flesh she wanted so badly to avoid.

"When I feel that tongue go to work," LaFarge told her, lifting his arm for another stroke, "I'll stop hitting. And not before!"

Ann gritted her teeth, determined to let him beat her to death rather than yield. If she submitted to this depraved and merciless Frenchman, part of her would be destroyed. She would be soiled, forever dirtied, never again worthy to return to her husband's bed. But LaFarge's arm descended powerfully and another piteous cry broke forth involuntarily from the lips of the inexperienced young woman as he left an ugly red mark the length of her back.

"Oh, please, no," she begged and as she spoke, her lips brushed accidentally against the soft smooth male-tasting tip of his cock. She felt it stir like a snake and grow slightly larger as the French fashion designer became aroused by the sordid scene before him.

Deep inside, Jacques LaFarge had always been a sadist. Since his very first boyish experiences with the weaker sex, he had enjoyed forcing women to do his will, degrading and humiliating them whenever he could get a girl in his power. For him, even sex itself was not as enjoyable as the pleasure of tormenting a pretty and preferably innocent young girl into some unnatural act which she would find offensive and disgusting.

"Open your mouth. I said," he ordered again, bringing the belt down even harder on the girl's smooth unresisting back. Ann groaned once more but kept her teeth tightly clenched. LaFarge grinned at Jenifer who was still sitting next to him, wincing whenever thrash fell across her girlfriend's tender white skin.

"Now, you wouldn't give me a hard time like this, would you, blondie?" he asked mockingly.

"No... why don't you give me a chance to prove it?" she replied invitingly, wiggling her breasts lasciviously at him, obviously trying to salvage something from this terrible situation and save Ann from the beating she was receiving.

"You're too anxious, you little whore," he taunted her insultingly. "I'll take care of you as soon as 1 figure out what you don't like." And with that, he brought the belt down again even harder on Ann's fearfully quivering buttocks.

The scared young brunette knew she could not hold out much longer. LaFarge was pulling viciously on her hair, inexorably forcing her face against his swelling cock, and the pain he was inflicting on her smooth, delicate skin was almost unbearable. The slender Frenchman was wiry and muscular and Ann saw clearly that there was no chance of her breaking away by force. She also guessed that LaFarge was enjoying delivering this cruel and heartless beating and would be quite happy to go on hitting her for the remainder of the evening if she continued to defy him.