Chapter 7

The headquarters of Xylotopic Industries was a large and lavish office building in the other end of the city. Lenny journeyed there in a cab. Her assignment was clear-and yet the theme of the advertisement that attracted her interest was one placed by Masters McClain. It read: "AN EXOTIC DANCER WANTED, FOR PROMOTION OF SENSATIONAL NEW PRODUCT, APPLY AT XYLOTROPIC INDUSTRIES INC."

As the cab swerved and jounced through the jungles of lights and traffic, Lenny thought back to Boss Carl's stern instructions. He had said that she must get this job, the chance to model the first market version of the xylotrope.

"But," Boss Carl had thundered triumphantly, "when the time comes, you are going to put on a very different show than they expect from you."

It had taken Lenny Morgan quite awhile to understand the strange and complicated assignment that Boss Carl had given her. Now, riding inexorably toward the towering buildings that housed the Xylotropic Industries, she was totally committed. She hoped desperately that she had every detail straight in her mind.

The luscious blonde was ushered into a large and expensively furnished waiting room. Here she sat for several minutes and read the fashion magazines that she had found on the glass coffee table.

A short, fat man in a blue blazer energetically bounced through the door and announced that Mister McClain was ready to see her.

"Thank you." Lenny tried to sound as deferential as possible.

She followed the little fat man into the large office of the executive president of Xylotropic Industries.

This office was somehow less impressive than that of Boss Carl. There was something overly mechanical in the furnishings and decor.

The lights were made of bare metal rods and frames that extended from the wall like insectoidal appendages. The desk itself was constructed from some kind of aluminum alloy, and the entire large piece of furniture did not appear to weigh more than twenty pounds.

As though to demonstrate this fact, Masters McClain placed one ring-covered hand beneath the desk and lifted it easily from the floor.

"Another one of our marvelous inventions," he bragged in eunuchoid tones, "it's so light that a seven year old child can carry it around with complete ease."

Masters McClain was a short fellow with pale, fleshy features. He had, however, none of the hard, animal-like musculature of Boss Carl. His general appearance was that of a sexually underdeveloped stock-accountant.

Nevertheless, Lenny knew for a fact that the peculiar and somewhat repulsive man that sat before her was one of the most powerful and avaricious businessmen in the world. His company, Xylotropic Industries, had interests in business from electric toothbrush equipment to sperm bank research.

That was where Lenny came into his life.

She knew that she had to convince this odd fellow that she alone was capable of introducing the fiendish little xylotrope machine. He must not fail to leave the room convinced that Lenny Morgan--and Lenny Morgan alone--could sell the male sex substitutor with the sensational appeal that would be needed.

She settled back into a soft chair and spread her lovely thighs. Her mini skirt snuggled up higher on her legs, giving the businessman a clear view up into the blonde thatch in her soft crotch.

"Well, Miss Morgan," Masters McClain began the interview in a high, cold voice, "I suppose that you are here in response to my advertisement."

"That's right, Mister McClain," Lenny answered seductively, "I'm very interested in modeling any new products you might have."

"Yes," the fat man allowed himself another peek up under the blonde dancer's dress. "Yes, I suppose you are. But the point is, I need someone very special to model a very special product. I have to be very certain of your qualifications."

Lenny stood abruptly and ripped open her blouse. The magnificent and flawless breasts fell free. She stood there in haughty silence for several moments, her legs spread wide and her hands on her hips.

"Harumph," Masters McClain coughed nervously. The truth of the matter was that this famous and wealthy man was not very comfortable in the presence of good-looking women. "Yes. Harumph! Harumph! I--I, uh see that you have the obvious qualifications necessary. But tell me, Miss Morgan, how much performing have you done?"

She strode commandingly to his aluminum desk and stared sternly down at him. "I've done enough. I've always been applauded, wherever I went." Her smile was sensually meaningful.

Its significance did not escape the short executive.

"Perhaps," he began tentatively, "perhaps we should arrange some kind of an audition."

"An audition?" Lenny raised her eyebrows innocently, "whatever do you mean, Mr. McClain?"

The tiny man laughed sinisterly. "Imenlo!" he called through his intercom, "Imenlo! Come in here at once!"

The man who appeared in the doorway seemed only half-human. He was extremely large, perhaps seven feet tall, and his body rippled with over developed muscles.

"Miss Morgan," McClain introduced the strange man to her, "this is my associate, Imenlo. He specializes in this sort of activity." In point of fact, Lenny thought that this last statement was probably true. But she honestly wondered if this strange new guy on the scene would speak to her or merely grunt and scratch at his underarms.

In truth, Imenlo did neither. He looked at the young blonde woman for several minutes, then began to undress himself hastily.

"Just a fucking minute!" protested the hesitant Lenny. "I usually get paid for my services."

"Of course," Masters McClain bent over his and produced an ornate looking checkbook, "I'll be glad to write you a check, my dear Miss Morgan. How much do you require?"

"Six-hundred dollars."

Masters scratched out that amount on the check with his pen and then handed the small green paper to Lenny. On the check, she was surprised to see a replica of the tiny sex machine that she had previously seen in Boss Carl's office. It was the xylotrope!

She paused only for a second, then deposited the check in her handbag. With great poise and grace, Lenny Morgan turned to the beastly figure of Imenlo.

The brute grinned and made a low guttural sound in his throat, "Guh, guh, guhrooveee!"

"Yes, quite so Imenlo, quite groovy." Masters McClain lit a long, thin cigar and leaned back in his swivel chair. "If you don't mind, Miss Morgan, I would like to watch."

She merely nodded and looked appraisingly at the figure of Imenlo. As this huge fellow began to undress, he exposed a body almost completely covered with hair. It brought back to her fond memories of the affair with the gorilla.

Lenny slipped her blouse off from her shoulders and unfastened her skirt, which fell gently to the carpeted floor. She turned toward the evil grinning figure of McClain and began a most lascivious dance.

Her hips thrust vigorously out toward the small man, who ogled and puffed at the pencil-thin cigar. Lenny knew that this little bastard was the one she must please. Poor old Imenlo was no more than a tool in his master's hands.

Of course, she realized with a shudder, if things went well for Xylotropic Industries, all of us might be helpless tools in the hands of this little eunuch.

By this time lovely Lenny was clad in nothing but her black lace panties, which she always wore on occasions of this sort. With a wiggling of her full and desirable hips, the blonde beauty managed to work the filmy underpants down over her knees. She began to moan and croon most seductively as she did this.

Poor old Imenlo was going out of his mind. He pawed and thrashed at his clothing, ripping them off as though they were no more than mere encumbrance. When finally an absolutely naked creature, he sprang toward Lenny with Just in his eyes.

She held him off and scolded him like one might scold a disobedient child.

"No, not yet you big bastard, be patient." Lenny caressed her smooth and curvaceous body with temptingly familiar hands. "I'm beautiful, don't you think so, Imenlo?"

Imenlo grunted enthusiastically in reply.

"Do you like my breasts?" she asked, cradling the two beautiful fruits in her hands.

Imenlo nodded and scratched at his chest with a huge, hairy hand. Lenny expected this ugly brute of a man to start thumping on his breast and shouting out the cry of the jungle any minute. Nevertheless, she went on dutifully with her performance.

"Now, Imenlo, you be a good boy and I'll show you something else."

Imenlo backed up against the wall and tried to control the compulsive twitchings of his hairy torso. He wanted this woman in the worst way, yet he found it delightful to allow her to tempt him and order him around.

"A good boy would get down on his knees to a lovely girl like me." Lenny's voice was low and sensuous.

She moved her delicate fingers down from the jutting breasts to the swelling of her tummy.

"Wouldn't you like to nibble on my tummy?" she asked in a hoarse moan.

"Unnnn," Imenlo found it almost completely impossible to control himself now. His wide eyes watched with fascination as the woman's fingers slid down from her navel to the soft cleft between her thighs. "Unnnn," he grunted,"unnn, yaaaa."

Lenny smiled sweetly as she sped to her task; her skillful fingers spread the wetting lips of her cunt. She leaned back and swung her body in a slow circle, so that both men in the room would have a chance to see her pubic beauties.

"You look like such a nice man, Imenlo," she purred, "wouldn't you like to kiss me here?"

The hirsute ogre charged her then, driving his full length of cock up into her cunt simultaneously with his, knocking her forcibly from her feet. Lenny grunted as the huge shaft sunk into her, she had no time to think, it all happened much too fast.

Masters McClain sat on his swivel chair, rocking back and forth and puffing energetically on the skinny cigar. His lips cracked into a peculiar, somewhat unpleasant smile.

Just as Lenny felt the huge organ smashing up into her for a third time, she saw Imenlo's face freeze into a pallid contortion. He was coming.

His climax was sudden and violent. It was over as quickly as it had begun. The beast had serviced her and promptly fell asleep on top of her.

She struggled to get out from under him. Finally, she succeeded in pulling herself from under the hairy mound.

Mister McClain was staring at her with an odd, superior smile on his thin lips.

"Really, now, Miss Morgan," he chided, "wasn't that a rather unpleasant and sordid experience?"

She looked back at the hirsute form that was now supine on the carpeted floor of the office. The monstrous Imenlo was now sound asleep. It seemed unlikely to Lenny that anyone would be able to awaken him for hours.

"Yes," she said pointedly, "I suppose it was."

"Well," it was obvious that Masters McClain was going to go into an extended apostrophe of the blessings of his newest love machine. "In that case, and if we may be so presumptuous as to say that what is the case with Lenny Morgan is probably even more the case with the average woman, that it is plain to us that a woman in the modern world does not get the satisfaction that she deserves. Not, that is, from her sexual counterpart in the human species. It is to alleviate this exact situation that we at Xylotropic Industries have invented the machine that I'm about to show you."

He produced the xylotrope with a stately gesture. The machine--in full size and splendor--was as repulsive looking to Lenny as it had been when Boss Carl showed her his working model.

"My, my," she lied, "what an exciting looking gadget!"

McClain smiled proudly and went into a dissertation on its advantages. "This is our pride and joy, the xylotrope. It is a sexual device, designed to fit the stimulatory needs of the female genitalia With proper instruction in its use, even the most frigid of women may achieve orgasm in a matter of seconds."

"My goodness," Lenny commented coyly, "in just a matter of seconds?"

McClain cast a gloating look in her direction. Then he pressed a lever on the aluminum desk. His chair descended and allowed him to walk around the desk to the center of the room. With a start, Lenny realized that the man was practically a midget. Apparently the mechanical swivel chair was designed particularly to jack him up so that he appeared to be of normal stature when he was seated behind the desk.

Masters McClain was bragging unashamedly now, he kicked unkindly at the snoring inert bulk that was Imenlo.

"The fact of the matter is, Miss Morgan, that this machine, if properly distributed, could revolutionize the feminine approach to sexuality. This kind of boor," he kicked out even harder at the oblivious body of Imenlo, "this revolting phenomenon we call masculinity, would become entirely obsolete."

The little man whirled to stare fanatically up at Lenny.

"I can guarantee that the pleasure received from my little machine is powers above that that any mere man can give to a woman. These little fuckers will sell like hot cakes."

Lenny trembled with disgust at the entire concept, but she forced herself to lie as Boss Carl had directed. "I'm sure they will, Mister McClain."

"You may call me Masters," he said with an offhand wave of his tiny, fat hand. "The problem, however, is promotion. For years now, people like that sonofabitch Boss Carl have been selling sexuality in all its grotesque forms. Sex with animals, sex with other women, even sex with men! Distasteful as hell, don't you agree?"

"Uh, yes, of course, I mean, disgusting."

"Good. I'm glad that you are a sensible girl and you can see the frailties in the entire psychosexual system that bastards like Boss Carl have imposed upon us. Your job..."

"Yes?"

"Your job, Miss Morgan, will be to sell this idea to some of the most important people in the country. I am coming out with a male equivalent of the xylotrope very shortly. So, we won't have to worry about boys becoming jealous of girls. No, our problem is to convince people that the basic concept of sex within the animal world is not only disgusting, it's also inefficient!"

Lenny trembled with disgust. She thought that this was quite possibly the most horrid man that she had ever met.

Masters reached out and punched a button on the desk.

"I'm going to call up now and arrange another audition for you. If you can succeed in this one, I think you've got the job."

Lenny stared at him in disbelief When were these infernal tests going to cease?

Lenny nodded and stood staring at this truly unusual gentleman. She was overawed by his poise and sophisticated manner.

"Mr. Cubbings is one of our true believers," McClain went on cheerfully, "he will operate the controls on the xylotrope used in our world premiere demonstration. Of course, you understand, we will be using a model that is a great deal more advanced than the type that will ultimately be distributed. However, that is to be taken for granted in the business practices of the modern world. The housewives will be quite satisfied with their more economical counterparts, eh?"

Lenny grinned, so even in this kind of insane plot, the twistings and turnings of the devious businessman remained the same. They were not going to demonstrate the model that would actually be sold! She made a mental note to pass this information along to her boss.

The sophisticated Cubbings ordered a couple of men in uniforms of the Xylotropic company to bring in a control panel and a larger, more complicated version of the machine Lenny had seen several times before.

It was somewhat more delectable in appearance, made into a rather life-like mock-up of the human male genitalia. Lenny gasped to see the size of the plunger device. It was a good foot and a half long!