Chapter 14

That afternoon when Ron came home from the office, Jennifer tried once again to entice him into bed, but he gently pulled her arms from around his neck.

"Sorry, honey, but I'm bushed and I've got a seminar tonight."

Jennifer's eyes widened but she tried to act nonchalant.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I forgot to tell you. Tremper wants all the junior execs there. Probably be the usual boring stuff."

"Well, Cindy and I thought we might go out tonight."

"Good idea! Have a good time," he said, walking downstairs to read the paper.

The two women stopped at a service station and changed into the outfits more fitting for call girls. Cindy wore a low cut, skin tight leather dress, while Jennifer's outfit was a revealing halter and hot pants.

"How come you get the dress and I get the hot pants?" asked Jennifer smiling coyly.

"Because you look so good in them!" responded Cindy laughing and pinching Jennifer's rear.

"Ron's going to be there as well," mused Jennifer as they stopped to buy a couple of small snapshot cameras. "I guess we are both going to have to be careful."

To be on the safe side, they donned their masks in the parking lot. The corporate headquarters building was a huge modern structure and the seminar hall was as large as some gymnasiums.

The two women were taken aback when they were stopped at the door and their purses searched and the two cameras confiscated. Obviously Tremper had no intentions of letting anyone turn the tables on him. They debated as to whether to proceed, but agreed it would look suspicious to suddenly leave, plus they might still be able to find out some useful information.

There were close to a hundred men milling about talking. They saw several other women wearing masks and outfits similar to their own, mixing with the men. Music was being piped in and the food buffet was a series of low tables down one side of the room. The drinks were already flowing freely. Jennifer saw a few men she recognized, a couple were men who also worked in Ron's department, three members of the Board whom she had gotten to know only too intimately and, of course, Tremper himself, who was mixing with the men, stopping to tell a joke, laughing and moving on.

She and Cindy looked for Ron and Mike but didn't spot them. They decided they had better not draw attention to themselves by standing alone, so they began to circulate. Cindy taking one side of the room, Jennifer the other.

An arm reached out, grabbed her and pulled her close to a man she had never seen before. His hand went inside her halter and began squeezing her nipple. She started to pull away, but thought better of it. After all, how would it look, an unsociable call girl? So she sidled against him seductively. He was obviously already drunk.

"Not bad tits, baby. A little small maybe, but nice and firm."

She smiled up at him as his hand roved downward grabbing her cheek and squeezing painfully.

"Nice ass too. How about a tumble?"

"Kind of public, isn't it?" she asked, hoping to discourage him.

He smiled and pointed across the room to several doors.

"All the privacy you want, sweetheart."

She knew she couldn't refuse him, but in his drunken condition, maybe she could coax some information from him.

"Of course, sugar, anything you want!" she replied as they made their way across the room.

Just as they were walking into one of the small adjacent rooms, she spotted Ron talking with a group of men. A pang of guilt raced through her, but her attention was diverted when the man she was with, closed the door behind them and began clumsily fumbling with her pants. There was a bed in the small room and nothing else, obviously having been brought in just for the occasion.

"Have you been to these "seminars" before?" she asked, loosening her belt, trying to delay the inevitable as long as possible so she could pump him for information.

"Sure! I've been to every one for the last seven years. Larry Tremper sure knows how to treat his people," he smiled.

"This is my first time," she said, "they didn't tell me very much. Are there any of the men I should stay away from, who don't want it?"

"Oh don't worry about that," he said, unbuckling his pants. "There are a few prudes out there, but not many. Just make yourself available and let the guy make the first move."

She slid off the halter.

"Some of those guys are wearing wedding bands. Won't their wives find out?"

"Just about every one of them is married, but," he laughed, tugging at her shorts, "no wives allowed."

"What about the police/"

"What's with all the questions?"

"Oh, nothing," she evaded, trying to allay his suspicions, "it's just that I want to be sure I don't get busted by a vice cop."

"Honey, there are two police lieutenants and a captain out there, but they're here to enjoy themselves. Nobody's gonna get busted, so relax. Now come here!"

He reached out, pulled down her shorts and panties. She stood naked except for the mask and high heels.

"How about the mask?" he asked.

"Sorry, that stays!"

He shrugged his shoulders, grabbed her, pulled her onto the bed and was on top and into her immediately. She hated herself for what she was doing. Jip was, of course, out of the question tonight, but she wished there was something which could take her mind off what she was doing.

"Come on, Baby! he chided.

She realized she was not being enthusiastic enough for him, so she began thrusting upward to meet him and it wasn't long before he orgasmed inside her.

"Not bad, once you got started," he said, dressing quickly. "Maybe we'll do it again some time."

"Yeah, sure," she replied, feeling sickened at his self assured smile.

She dressed and a few minutes later, having gained her composure, reappeared in the main hall.

She didn't see Ron again, but she did spot Mike over near the corner talking with another man she didn't know.

Cindy walked up quietly behind her.

"Learn anything interesting?"

"He has a mole on his hinnie," Jennifer said with mock seriousness.

Cindy giggled.

"Yeah, I had a couple of guests to entertain a few minutes ago. Anything useful?"

"I'm not sure. Apparently this is an annual thing, not all the men here indulge themselves with the ladies and the police are going to be no help at all."

"Hmmmmmm," mused Cindy, "one of my guys says he's doing Dana Tremper regularly and that Larry knows all about it."

"Not much help there."

"Not so far, but let's keep pitching. Something may turn up."

"Be careful. Mike's over in that corner."

"Yeah, I spotted him a while ago. Jennifer I..."

"What?"

"... Nothing. We better get back into circulation before someone gets suspicious."

Jennifer circulated for the next two hours. A total of eleven men partook of her during that time, but she learned little of additional value.

Cindy also provided a number of "favors" during that time but, she too, had little to share that was of use.

"I say we sneak out and head for home," suggested Cindy.

"Good idea," agreed Jennifer.

"I'm sorry. I guess my great idea was a bust."

"Well, we tried. Maybe that tape Alecia Rowe has will be useful."

They were starting to subtlety move toward the exit when Tremper stepped forward to a microphone near the tables where the food had been, but which had now been cleared.

"Fellas, can I have your attention? I want to thank all of you for the work you have done for Tremper Industries this past year. I hope you are enjoying yourselves. I noticed many of you selecting from the "dessert " tray a bit early."

There was loud laughter and applause.

"Those of you who have been to these get-togethers before, know that we always close with a special little buffet!"

He waved his hand to indicate the women and motioned to the tables.

"Ladies."

The other women started toward the tables and with men still between them and the door, all Cindy and Jennifer could do was follow suit.

Tremper was obviously enjoying his role of emcee.

"Now ladies, if you will assume your positions!"

Jennifer and Cindy watched as the other women disrobed completely except for the masks and crawled onto the tables, side by side on all fours. Cindy and Jennifer, having no choice, did the same. Each woman drew her legs under her and placed her head on the table pushing her nest and rear over the edge of the table.

"Now gentlemen, you may sample the cuisine. Feel free to sample as much as you like, wherever you like!"

"Cindy, I can't do this!" whispered Jennifer.

""You've got to. We have no choice. Neither of us has any Jip and they'd spot us in a minute if we did use it."