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Emily's Enterprise Ch. 01

By: eatoure



Emily rocked back and forth on the terrycloth towel spread on the seat of her chair, enjoying the feeling of it rubbing on her bare pussy while she worked. The office was slightly warm, because the air conditioning was turned off for the weekend, so she was sitting there in front of her typewriter wearing nothing but a scarf over her shoulders because they were never warm enough. She rarely wore a bra when she was alone -- her milky white breasts were not tiny but they were on the small side for a B cup and firm enough not to need one. 

It was Saturday afternoon and Emily was the only legal secretary at the firm, typing the briefs and letters that had been dictated on Friday afternoon and left for the weekend shift. It was hard work. No mistakes were allowed in legal documents: no white-out, no correction tape, no erases, no typeovers. Every complaint and motion and pleading had to be perfect or the page had to be totally redone. Fortunately, she was very good at it and completely reliable, so the firm gave her the trusted assignment of weekend duty. She had never let them down. In return, they paid her enough that she could work half time and go to classes during the week. 

Plus, hearing about these unbelievable cases was fun! Any one of them could be the plot for a porn film. They made her excited just thinking about the situations these people got themselves into. Like the stripper named Charlene who got carried away one night after a semi-naked day-long walk on mean LA streets and got the bar patrons so excited they broke all kinds of laws at Deidre's strip club -- but what got her busted was the reenactment for the movie. It was just too much for riders in the church bus passing by.

The young woman really got turned on by what she was hearing and typing! Rubbing herself was her way of letting off a little sexual tension. She was glad that she was by herself and could do it but sometimes she got lonely working alone all the time. 

Not every law firm in LA could afford weekend and overnight secretaries in 1978. But Kurt's firm was one of the busiest and most profitable the city had ever seen. For several years they had representation of the sex industry all to themselves and now, even with new law firms in competition, business was booming! Massage parlors, adult movie theaters, and sex clubs were cropping up all over: the Sexual Revolution had gone commercial! Of course, the forces of the status quo and prudism fought it at every step and that meant real and threatened lawsuits, legal filings, zoning hearings, and every once in a while a high-profile criminal bust. Kurt had originally shied away from defending clients accused of prostitution but this was another growth area and so his firm took it on. His old clients, the pornographers, the club owners, and the strippers, initially didn't like it because they considered themselves "legit". But as they got closer the real thing, they saw how much they could make crossing the line. They figured out fast that they wanted the same wizard representing them in court that had helped them build their business, knew all about them, knew all their secrets, and had still stuck with them. 

The last brief was done and Emily's work for the day was done. She could leave early and still get paid for the day because it was after noon, but she wasn't in any hurry. She lived alone and didn't even have a cat to keep her company. Between sitting around nude in her room and doing it at work, she liked to do it more at work, where it was inappropriate. She wished she had the courage to do expose herself in public, like Kurt's clients. She knew she didn't have the kind of body men drool over, like this Charlene person or the legendary Deidre, who she was dying to meet some day. But that wasn't the point. She just had these urges -- well, pretty much wanted all the time -- to show herself off to someone who wanted to look -- that was all. Was that so unnatural for a girl? 

Well, maybe she would go home after all. She would be bored sitting in her apartment. But she could always curl up on her couch and masturbate -- again and as usual. She really needed something sexual to happen in her life and she knew it. 

But before she left she had one really important thing to do. She pulled a bulky manila envelope out of her purse and took out her keys. The boss, Kurt, had trusted her with a key to his office in case there were documents or files there she needed on weekends. He didn't want to drive all the way back to his office just to open the door. This one day she thought she might use the key that had been entrusted to her for an unauthorized, but very good, reason. 

Barefoot and naked except for the scarf that kept her shoulders comfortable, she padded across the office suite to Kurt's luxurious corner office and opened the door. It looked almost bare now that the last big case had settled two weeks ago and all those boxes of files had been sent to storage. Much neater than usual and freshly cleaned and polished by the janitor last night. She walked behind Kurt's huge desk, uncluttered for the first time in months, and put the envelope right in the center of his desk pad, where he would be sure to see it first thing on Monday morning. Then she turned to go. 

Kurt had a little seating area away from his desk, next to the door where she had come in. Something caught her eye -- it was Deidre's book. She knew all about it and had seen it once before, but only for a couple of minutes. Deidre, one of Kurt's most important clients, was in a dispute with the publisher, who had wanted her to tone it down and then refused to print it when she wouldn't. He published art books that pushed the edge, not raw porn, he said. Kurt was arguing that he should honor his contractual commitment to publish it because if he hadn't spelled out language to prohibit anal sex it was his fault. "But nobody wants to see anal sex," the publisher had pleaded. "You don't even see it in porn -- only the really kinky stuff!" Kurt, smirking because the publisher had just admitted by saying that that he looked at it, showed no mercy. Ten years ago, porn didn't show pubic hair and now it did. Porn today was the artistic representation of tomorrow and what people bought in 1978 was irrelevant to what they were going to want in 1988. When it came to anal sex, the future would be behind them. Emily knew about all this from the deposition. 

Intrigued, she sat on the leather sofa in front of Kurt's heavy glass coffee table. The cool skin-like leather felt dreamy on her bare white ass and thighs. She pulled the mock-up of the book in front of her. It was bulky because the photographs and text were pasted in to show where they should go. 

She admired Deidre so much. A woman in her forties with that kind of sex appeal! She had seen Deidre when she visited the office once. She had a very pretty face -- really beautiful with her unlined skin, hardly a single wrinkle despite her age, and clear blue eyes with little dark pupils that gave her an animalistic look. Her gaze was intimidating to a lot of men. Her huge and long platinum-blonde hair was natural -- she couldn't change it just for business meetings but for court appearances she put on a rinse that made her look a little less showy. In every other respect, she had looked like she was an honest, conservative businesswoman simply defending her interests. She had been dressed in a pin-stripe jacket and matching skirt to her knees. It could not conceal or even play down her voluptuous curves: the obviously abundant but not comical breasts, her thin waist, her broad hips and full ass. Her shapely calves and the outline of her thighs in the dress told Emily that she had very sexy legs. When Emily saw Deidre, from about 20 feet away, she was breathless. It was like the office had been reduced to a picture frame surrounding one person. She even wondered if she was turning lesbian, she felt so attracted to Deidre. She hoped that Kurt would steer Deidre to the conference room, near her, but he took her into his office instead. 

Emily leafed through the book, lingering on the provocative and sometimes disturbing pictures. Deidre's body was on full display in the front half, with her sex displayed like flowers in a still life. Her breasts were shown as succulent fruit, round, sweet, sometimes hanging ripe and sometimes spread out for the viewers delectation. The second half of the book was devoted to the beauty of sex acts. Every photo made Emily gasp with astonishment. Deidre's body was no passive vessel for a man's pleasure. It was the corporeal expression of an erotic spirit, hungry and relentless, and men were the instruments of her pleasure. Women too, obviously. Also zucchini, it appeared. 

Emily looked for a long time at one picture in particular, that showed the lower trunk of a man with a huge erection poised over Deidre's stomach and pelvis, preparing to mount her. The camera angle and shadows in the black and white image made it seem that Deidre's broad hips and incredibly flat abdomen was a perfect fit for the man's body, as if their joining was inevitable and biologically preordained. 

Finally she came to the famous anal sex photo. It was a revelation. The look on Deidre's face was something she had never seen before. Deidre was looking behind her at the man whose penis was visibly already in her rectum. The expression on her face and in her eyes seemed to say "Don't kid yourself about how you got there. You're up in my bowels because I want you there, not because of anything you did. I'll tell you when it's over if you're any good." Emily didn't know how anyone could have that kind of self-confidence. 

After she had gone through the amazing book, she turned back to the pages that showed Deidre in a crowd of nude men, picking out the one she wanted to have sex with next. Several pages then showed them in action. Then there was a picture of her doing it again, picking another man. It was so hot. Emily felt wet just looking at them. She started to touch herself. 

Ten minutes later, she was slumped on the sofa, butt just short of the edge, bare feet on the edge of the heavy glass and metal coffee table, masturbating furiously to her mental image of the picture. She was lost in the moment and just about there. 

When she heard the door open. 

Panicked, she sat up abruptly and she drew her legs up at the same time but in her precarious position her butt slipped off the sofa and dropped to the floor and her legs flew up in the air! She was jackknifed between the sofa and the coffee table, pinned there with her arms and legs flailing! She wasn't hurt but she looked ridiculous and she knew it. 

Kurt stood just inside the doorway trying to figure out what he was seeing. When it finally registered be broke out laughing harder than he had laughed in his life! It took him a while to get over it but Emily was wedged in so tight and in such an awkward position that she was still stuck. 

Kurt came over and assessed the situation, taking his time to savor her humiliation. Finally he leaned over and put one arm under her knees and another under her arm and then lifted her straight up. Suddenly Emily's naked body was in the arms of a strong, fully-clothed man whose face was a foot from her still-wet and stimulated cunt. Emily wasn't heavy but there wasn't much space between the sofa and coffee table and the position was awkward for Kurt, so he pivoted on his foot and sat down, with her landing in his lap. "So do you want to tell me what you were doing?" he said, when it was perfectly obvious. He showed no sign of letting her go.

"I...I.. was looking at the pictures and got carried away -- I'm sorry I was in your office! I had a good reason -- really!" No explanation was needed on his part for why he had suddenly appeared on a weekend. "It's not every day I catch a pretty naked woman masturbating in my office." He sniffed the air theatrically. "I think you need some help!"

She didn't say anything but she didn't have to. She had been on her way to a big come when he walked in and she still needed relief. And if she let him frig her maybe he wouldn't fire her! 

Kurt took advantage of the situation. Without preliminaries, as if he was simply picking up where she left off, he began by fondling her pussy while his other hand cupped her breast and he kissed her neck, knowing how it makes women pliant. It didn't take him long to get her back where she had been and when she felt all squishy and was panting he stood up and laid her on the couch and dropped his pants. In her sex haze she hadn't expected that he would actually fuck her but she was long past insisting on fingers only. 

Although she was naturally tight it only took him two thrusts to get in all the way because she was so wet. Her bare nipples rubbed against the cotton of his shirt. Within a minute, she was coming underneath him, a big thunderous climax, better by far than the one she would have given herself. Kurt had been horny before he ever walked in the door -- his wife Boboli was out of town -- and so he was primed. After a couple more minutes he shot his load into Emily. 

Afterwards, they didn't talk for a while. It was understood that Kurt wouldn't fire her now. He was lying there fondling her tits because he hadn't had much time with them before. Her emotions were more complicated. She didn't have feelings for Kurt but it had been overwhelmingly erotic to her to be overpowered by her boss, who not only had authority over her but the strength to pick her up and do whatever he wanted. And she loved it that someone looked at her body and that it made them so hot they had to have her!

Finally Kurt broke the silence. "You said you had a good reason to be in my office." Emily tilted her head. "Yes. I put an envelope on your desk." She felt something warm leaking out from her. "I need to get up." 

Kurt got up off her and let her stand. Emily grabbed her scarf from the sofa and held it to her cunt to catch the dripping semen. "I've got to go wash up," she said and ran to the ladies' room. After she was gone, Kurt went over to look at the envelope. 

Emily was trembling with excitement as she cleaned herself with paper towels that felt rough and stimulating on her post-climactic pussy. She thought about washing out the scarf but decided not to -- she might want to smell it tonight, just for fun. She went back to her desk and put on her clothes. 

When she got back to Kurt's office he had the map spread out and was intently reading her memo. "Emily -- this is incredible! If it's true, you're the smartest one around here!" He still hadn't put on his pants. 

Emily's Enterprise Ch. 02



Emily felt inadequate sitting in the booth between the voluptuous Deidre and her boss, Kurt. They had just finished lunch at Deidre's club and Kurt was telling her about Emily's great discovery. With luck, it would make them all rich!

Deidre was wearing an extremely thin, almost transparent white dressing gown with hardly anything on underneath. It was belted, loosely, around her impossibly thin waist. She did nothing to keep her abundant natural breasts, covered when the upper gown parted, as it did often, and when she stood it was obvious through the material that only a tiny G-string concealed the charms between her gorgeous legs and womanly hips, all with a healthy glow to her skin. She knew that the customers liked her to walk around like that and she didn't mind at all, as long as they kept their hands to themselves and paid their tab. With that body, and her beautiful face, it was hard to believe that she was in her forties. 

They were there to talk business and to present Emily's proposal. It shouldn't have mattered so much to Emily, pale and demure in a white blouse, gray vest and matching skirt, whether Deidre approved of her personally but it did. The younger woman was thrilled to be accepted by this legend of sex and stage, someone she thought she could never approach. 

The business plan was bold. It required both the best legal talent available in the world of commercial sex and a source of capital. Kurt was the best lawyer in the country specializing in the sex industry. The capital would come from Deidre's sugar daddy, her paramour of twenty years, the man who was already the richest pornographer in the country. They agreed that they would make an appointment to meet with him later that week and present the idea. Deidre would set it up -- she was sure he would go for it. She was equally sure he would try to screw them out of money along the way but she could handle him, she thought. 

Kurt had to get back to the office but Emily was not working that day and didn't have classes at the community college so Deidre invited her to stick around, drinks on the house. She figured by Emily's petite figure that she couldn't drink much. 

The boisterous lunchtime crowd had thinned out now and the strippers were starting to pack up. Some of them would come back in the evening for happy hour and the night shift. The few that stayed used the early afternoon to polish their routines and practice new ones, because practically the only bar patrons at that hour were the regulars, mostly unemployed or retired, and they loved anything their favorite girls did -- they especially loved the mistakes. 

Deidre was busy ordering supplies and supervising some repair work so Emily was left alone at the corner table. She looked around. There was an open staircase leading to something that looked like a balcony with windows but she didn't know what it was. She also didn't know what to order, so the kindly bartender made her a strawberry daiquiri, but watered it down. She had two and found that it went to her head. 

The bouncer at the club came over, a huge, big-muscled, square-jawed guy with blonde hair in a crewcut. Emily was afraid of him at first, but relaxed when he smiled warmly and introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, Carlos," she had said after he had said his name. "Karlo," he said. "Short for Karlobag. My family came from the Balkans." The way he said it and looked into her eyes made Emily relax, in spite of his overpowering physical presence. Karlo had to circulate but he kept coming back to her booth when he could. Now that she was relaxed, she enjoyed his company. He seemed to like her, she thought. He had eyes as blue and cold as ice but they seemed to melt when he looked into hers. Soon, she felt tiny but safe beside him. She was surprised that he would spend time with little, flat-chested her (that was an exaggeration, really -- she was just small) when there were buxom, knock-out beautiful strippers in the club. 

She didn't know it then, but Karlo felt like he had just met someone very special. For the six years he had been working for Deidre, practically the only girls he had met were strippers and hookers. Not that there was anything wrong with stripping and hooking, he thought, but even though they looked good -- great, actually -- no fantastic, actually -- these women so often had bad attitudes and he saw close up that their personal lives were usually a mess. He had a big appetite for sex and women found him irresistible but these girls always wanted to do the same thing: go to an after-hours club, get drunk, and go back home for a night of wild fucking -- over and over again, never anything new. He wanted a deeper relationship. 

The club girls were really pretty to look at but they didn't look real -- their organs and curves were fun to look at and handle but like nothing seen on real human beings; this girl was cute and modest and demure. Here was a girl who he could take back to meet his mother -- a nice, "normal" American girl. And yet, he worried, she seemed so shy and reserved. Was she a virgin? If they dated, would she agree to have sex with him? How long would it take? How much could she take? He needed it a lot and how could this shy sweet girl ever keep up with him? Karlo brooded and moped and talked himself out of propositioning her every time. Every time he went back to talk to her, he felt tongue-tied. He couldn't get up the courage to ask her out. She was just too "nice". 

While he was busy trying to get up the nerve to ask her for a date, Emily watched the strippers doing their new routines, some clumsy as they were just starting out, others well practiced but just trying to smooth out a rough spot. She admired them so much. They had such sexy bodies and so much self-confidence and men loved to look at them. She loved to look at them. She wished she could be like that. 

Then about 2:00, the fabulous Charlene came by! Charlene, herself! The famous stripper who caused the sex riot a few years ago on this very stage! The police tried to find some way to press charges but nobody in the club that night would say anything. It remained the biggest underground sex breakout in Los Angeles history.

Charlene was tall, leggy, tanned, and had long chestnut-brown hair. The famous knit dress she wore on the day of her big adventure was hanging on the wall, under glass, stains from her body and the body of others left just as they were. Deidre introduced Emily to her and Emily gushed her admiration. Even Charlene wasn't used to such appreciation coming from another woman. She sat down and they talked for a while. Charlene was wearing a miniskirt that showed a lot of leg and a tight sweater. Beside her Emily felt little, pale, and plain. 

Karlo stayed away while Charlene was sitting with Emily in the booth. He liked Charlene and everyone knew how much she liked sex. She might be a good influence on this girl! Loosen her up a little. 

"I'm starting on tour on tomorrow night with a new routine. Deidre lets me practice here because I was a house dancer for so long," she explained. "Guys like to see my legs and tits, mostly, so I do stuff that draws attention to them and away from my ass!" she laughed. 

"But you've got a beautiful ass!" cried Emily. "Mine is little and flat. It wouldn't interest anybody." "Stand up," Charlene commanded." Emily stood, timidly. "Little maybe, but not so flat. Why don't you show it and see if anybody looks?" Of course, half the guys in the club were already staring at them. The others were staring at Deidre or one of the girls near them. 

Emily was shocked. "What do you mean?" "I mean," said Charlene, "that you should take off your clothes and get on that stage. I'll show you some moves and then we'll see what the guys think of your ass." "Why, I couldn't," Emily said. "Of course you can," Charlene rejoined. "I do it every night."

So it happened that Emily got up the nerve to take off her clothes that afternoon and parade around on stage. She had to wear her own very sheer panties and her black bra because there wasn't a G-string or top she could borrow that was small enough, even from the littlest stripper at the club. By now she had the attention of everyone in the club. Karlo was watching her like a hawk, a shocked look on his face. 

Charlene put her through a couple of simple dance routines that showed off her lithe body. She had fun doing it. When she had run through her repertoire a couple of times, Emily knew that the time had come. Since she didn't have the moves to strip to music, Charlene told her to just turn around and take her bra, then spin back around. When the whole room burst into applause, she glowed with pleasure. Men liked to see her tits! They really liked them! Karlo was clapping louder than anyone -- this was wonderful! 

Then the moment came to drop her panties. Should she show her pussy first or her ass? Since the original question was about her ass, Charlene told her to drop her G-string facing the crowd and then turn around and bend over. But Emily seemed unable to move -- she was just rocking back and forth the music, facing the crowd, a blank expression on her face, fingers hooked in the panties but not doing anything. Charlene had seen it a million times when "nice" girls and amateurs started stripping. The audience hushed -- everyone knew this was a tense moment. Karlo held his breath -- if she could do this, there was hope for a sex life with her! Charlene, next to her on stage, could see that Emily was having second thoughts about showing everything she had to the crowd, exposing herself in public for the first time in her life. And yet, she really wanted to. 

So Charlene took things in her own hands. Moving behind Emily, she suddenly cupped the younger woman's breasts and pinched her nipples. Emily was startled and raised her arms involuntarily to protect her tits and in that fraction of a second Charlene pulled her panties down to her ankles right there on stage!

It had to be done and Emily was glad later that Charlene had done it but at the moment she panicked! She turned and tried to run offstage but she tripped on her panties. Charlene, much bigger and stronger, caught her before she fell and turned her back around to the audience, which was going crazy with hoots and yelling for more! Then Emily realized that they were yelling to see more of her! Her fragile confidence came back. She kicked off her panties and went back to the agreed routine -- she bent over and men applauded her ass. She leaned forward and men applauded her tits. She moved her foot to the side and thrust out her pelvis and men applauded her pretty little twat. Karlo whistled -- the girl he liked so much was sexed! Emily was feeling the unmatched rush of public nudity. She would always be grateful to Charlene for pushing her limits out there. 

Then Charlene, who had picked up Emily's panties to be sure she didn't grab them and put them back on, whispered to her that she needed to give the audience one last thrill. If Emily hadn't had those drinks and wasn't carried away by the excitement, she never would have found it in herself to do it. But she did. There, in front of everybody, she squatted onstage and showed everyone her naked pussy, easy to see under thin blonde pubic hair. The audience went wild! Men in the front row strained to look up at her -- wishing she would spread for them. Karlo thought his prayers had been answered! If she could do this, and if she could take him physically, he had no doubt she could keep up with him. 

Later, circulating around the room and at the bar, Emily began to understand why the men were so supportive. She triggered something in them. They acted protective toward her, like she was the girlfriend they always wanted. They knew that it wasn't easy for her to expose herself and they appreciated that she was doing it for their approval. And now they were showing their approval by buying her drinks and with wandering hands. Emily had put her panties back on but left her bra off, so she was walking around the club topless. As she sat down at the bar, men patted her on the ass and found excuses to brush up against her. Sometimes they "accidently" touched her breast with the back of their hand. One guy put his hand on her leg until he saw the look in Karlo's eye as he headed toward him. 

Karlo was thrilled with Emily's wanton behavior but worried. He thought that things might get out of hand. Deidre, on the other hand, was fine with it. This was the afternoon crowd, mostly older men on fixed incomes, not the boisterous night crowd. Unexpected sexy things like this kept them interested and coming back to spend more money. As long as they could keep it legal or hidden, they were ok. Besides, it was such a joy to be corrupting Emily! She wanted it so bad!

Emily had been drinking a little, smoking a little (she didn't usually), and flirting with the men at the bar for almost an hour when she felt she had to pee. She had stayed topless all this time, almost nude except for her panties, enjoying the men staring at her tits and enjoying the sight of her young body. They treated her like a girlfriend they were trying to impress (she didn't like to think that many of these men had daughters older than she was).

She hopped off the stool she was perched on and as soon as she was on her feet she felt the drinks. She wasn't used to alcohol, especially so early in the day. She didn't stagger but she felt lightheaded walking to the restroom. After she relieved herself, she put her panties back on and went out to wash her hands. She saw herself in the mirror, naked from the waist up, and the sheerness of the panties. Her pubic hair could be seen through the fabric. She blinked. She had been so relaxed at the bar that she had forgotten just how exposed she really was. And men loved it!

When she came out of the ladies' room, a well-dressed, nice-looking man was standing by the door. She had noticed him at the far end of the bar, watching her and smiling every time someone tried to put his hands on her. Deidre had whispered in his ear once. She figured he was just a voyeur, getting his kicks from watching. Now he was standing in front of her, blocking her way. At least he was trying. He was making a point of looking in her eyes, not at her exposed tits, but she would have been happy for him stare at her all he wanted. 

"Hi," he said. "I liked your act. You have a lot of courage to do this." Emily said "Thanks" and tried to walk past him. He didn't move aside. "I'd like you to come to the VIP lounge and dance for me," the man said. Emily stopped in her tracks. That was where the stairs went, she realized! The VIP room was where the strippers danced nude in private and some of them made out with the customers. The customer paid for it. She gulped. A man liked her body so much he was willing to pay $5 a dance to see it! Would he also want to touch it? This would be another step in her erotic journey of exposure and desire. She wanted it to happen. "OK," she said. He took her hand and led her out of the narrow corridor and up the stairs. The whole bar crowd fell silent as they saw them go up. At the top was a dimly-lit, carpeted room with little cubicles, each furnished with a bench seat and a small table with an ashtray. Two picture window looked out onto the stage so the "VIPs" could see the dancers if they wanted. But the one dancer in front of them in the cubicle, close enough to touch, was the reason they went there: the VIP Room meant commitment to one-on-one arousal. 

Karlo saw them go up and ran over to tell Deidre. She was surprised but didn't want him to stop it. "Keep everyone else out until they're finished," she ordered. "Get a condom and make him use it if they go too far. And collect the money, 'cause she won't!" Karlo would have been happier throwing the guy out but he did as he was ordered. There were spare condoms behind the bar and he grabbed two and bounded up the stairs and put up the "closed" sign on a chain across the staircase before anyone else could follow Emily and the stranger. 

When Karlo got to the top of the stairs, he saw that they had settled in one of the far cubicles, near the windows. The man was sitting down and Emily was in front of him -- the table was pushed to one side. There was no live DJ in the afternoon, just recorded music, but it didn't matter. Emily was swaying to the music anyway, her pretty, modest breasts catching the dim light and making shadows on her chest. The man was watching her intently and from time to time he leaned forward and seemed to be sniffing the air in front of her. Karlo moved into the shadows, where he could watch them without interfering. He put his hand in his pocket and felt his dick harden. 

The man motioned for Emily to come closer and she did. He whispered something and she giggled and then, turning her back to him, hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down. When she stepped out of them and threw them on the table, she was completely nude. The man was staring at her butt now and Karlo watched him reach up to touch it. Emily giggled and let him put his hands on her hips and draw her backwards. She was sitting in his lap now, still gyrating to the music. 

Emily had been groped before but this man was a master. While she sat in his lap he had his hands first on her arms, then on her tits, then on the dangerous ground of her belly, as if sending a warning to her pelvis, then carefully on her slender thighs, where he stroked ever upward. Emily was clearly enjoying it all. She had a distant look on her face. The man spread his legs apart and this encouraged Emily to loosen her legs too. When he took the step of touching her pussy she giggled and moved away but she didn't stand up. As if to restrain her, the man brought one arm around her body, grasping her breast, and pushed one hand back between her legs. Emily did not pull away. He breathing became deep and regular as his hand rubbed her and sought out her little clit pearl. The man was going farther than she thought he ever would. This wasn't groping -- this was hand sex, she thought. 

When she was hot and wet, he raised her up a little with his strong hands on her waist and left her high-squatting over him. Karlo heard a sound a zipper opening. He came out of the shadows.

"Put this on." Karlo ordered, in a tone of voice that allowed no argument. The man was startled but he knew better than to talk back to a guy as big and tough-looking as Karlo. He meekly took the condom, pulled out his dick, and tried to put it on but he had lost his erection. He pulled on it but couldn't get it back as long as Karlo was watching. After making his point, Karlo retreated to the shadows again to let the couple get relief. 

Emily had a very different reaction. She was surprised but sexually thrilled when Karlo stepped forward. Here was someone who was protecting her, even when she wasn't protecting herself. (After all, she was on the Pill but she didn't know this guy and he might be carrying anything.) She thought it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. It even made her wet. Filled with this warm feeling, it didn't take much more groping by the guy she was dancing for she was back in the mood. In the meantime, the guy got his erection back and put on the rubber. Karlo watched from the shadows

Emily sat back in his lap and felt the stranger's penis push into her body. It felt ok, not any big erotic rush from the penetration itself, but she liked that she could rock with the music and feel it move inside her. Sometimes she lifted up and let him thrust but most of the time she swayed or rocked forward in time to the music. 

Obviously that was enough. After several minutes the man froze and his face tensed up. She was facing away from him but she felt his thighs tighten and his grip on her breast almost hurt. He bucked a few times and it was over. 




Emily's Enterprise Ch. 02



Very pleased with herself for making a man come just by teasing him with her body, Emily stood up and looked back. The man was slouched back in his seat, a very satisfied look on his face. The condom was still on his limp cock, with a big load in it. She took it off for him and tied the end -- a trick she learned from a friend. After a few seconds he recovered and reached for Emily's hips while she picked up her panties off the table. Maybe he wanted to try for a second time.

Karlo stepped forward again, aggressively -- Emily stepped out of the cubicle this time. She didn't want to get involved, so as soon as she was close to the door she bolted. She stopped halfway down the stairs to put her panties on, to the glee of the customers at the bar watching her. 

"I think you're done now." Karlo said in a low, threatening voice. The man got the message. He pushed himself back into his fly and zipped up as fast as he could. When he stood, he saw for sure that he was no match for Karlo in height and bulk so without a word he started to walk past him. "Not so fast." Karlo said. "I counted fifteen songs. The house rate is $10 a song in the VIP room." (Actually, it was $5 but Karlo wanted to teach this guy a lesson. $150 was a lot of pocket money in 1978.) The man blanched. "I don't have that kind of money on me ..." he pleaded, desperately. Karlo spoke slowly. "Fine. You pay your debt with that." He grabbed the man's hand and pointed to his gold wedding band. "No, I can't lose that -- my wife would kill me!" the man cried. "OK, let me see. Maybe I put more money in this morning." He pulled out his wallet but Karlo grabbed it out of his hand. "Let's see," Karlo murmured, "I count $227. That means you lied." "Take it all," the man said, just let me go now. "OK, you have a deal," said Karlo, taking all the money and giving him back his wallet. "Get out of here!" The man ran away. 

Karlo put $150 in one pocket and $77 in the other. Then he walked down the stairs, unchained the "closed" sign, and strode into the club. 

Emily was back on her seat at the bar but nobody was touching her. Everyone was quiet, fantasizing about what she'd done upstairs and wishing she'd done it with them. She had a drink in her hand. She had no idea that Deidre had pimped her out and Karlo never told her. 

Karlo found Deidre and pulled her aside. "How'd she do?" asked Deidre with a smirk. "She let him put it in her! But I made him wear a rubber," he responded. "Good, but what I meant was how much did she make?" "There were nine songs where she actually danced," he lied. "Here's the money." He gave her the $90. "Not bad for an amateur on her first try," Deidre winked, "Now give her the rest of the money you're holding back. Oh, and take her home. The girl has had enough for one day and she's getting drunk. She's going to do something stupid again and the night customers won't be so easy on her. I want her out before the happy hour shift arrives." 

Karlo got the kitchen to make a little take out dinner with chicken soup. Then he took her by her slender, soft, pretty arm and led her backstage where they had put her clothes. Although it was only 3:30, Emily was pretty drunk -- she wasn't used to liquor and although she hadn't been drinking much, she'd been drinking since noon. She had trouble standing to put on her clothes. Karlo sighed. With the other strippers coming in and out of the dressing room and giggling at the sight, he pulled up her panties, which had started to sag over her slender hips, put on her bra (he was much better at taking them off -- he couldn't help it if his hands touched her firm, high breasts), and then her blouse, skirt, and vest. Then he noticed that he had buttoned up her blouse wrong but he didn't want to take her vest off and do it over again, so he just led her out that way. Her hair was disheveled but he didn't want to take time to comb it. He had to get her home and then come back in time for the customers coming for happy hour. He went out to get her food and when he came back she was slumped on a chair, asleep. He shook her gently to wake her up. 

The bar was silent when he led Emily out, grinning and waving at them; they smiled back and a few of them called out "come back soon, Emily!" and others yelled "We love you!" but the ones who had entertained fantasies of making it with her didn't make a sound. It had been a wonderful show, once in a lifetime, and they could only hope wistfully they would have another shot. 

Karlo bundled her into his car and drove her home. (That part was easy -- the address was in her pocketbook.) She needed his support to go up the stairs to her apartment. Fortunately not many people were around and they didn't look very closely. He opened the door with her keys and stepped into the tiny, neat apartment. He draped her on a sofa and put her food in the refrigerator. He wrote "You have dinner in the frig -- just put the soup in a pan and heat it up." That would make it easier when she woke up with a hangover later tonight. 

Then he picked her up off the sofa and carried her into her bedroom. She had a simple, single-size bed with a bright yellow bedspread and a stuffed-toy puppy on it. He pondered for a moment and then shrugged. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her body before. Why shouldn't he undress her? He sat her on the bed and took off her clothes again, folding them neatly and putting them on her dresser. He took off her bra, appreciating once again her pretty, modest breasts with dark pink areolas and nipples against pale white skin, and then laid her back on the bed and pulled her panties off, admiring yet again her fresh, young pussy. He lifted her up again and with one hand steadying her he pulled the covers back. He lifted her again and slipped her pretty, thin legs between the sheets, then arranged her in a comfortable position on the pillow. She looked so sweet and innocent there in her bed. 

As he left her apartment, Karlo was thinking. She was pretty in a modest, sweet-faced way, like the girlfriend he had always dreamed of. She had a nice, natural body, not all extremes and plastic surgery. His mother would love her. She still had a lot to learn and she liked for men, like him, to take control. She obviously had a huge but repressed sex drive, channeled into a show-off kink, and when her kink was stroked it made her willing and eager. She was perfect for him.



Emily's Enterprise Ch. 03



Emily sat, gloriously nude, on the massive oak conference table, short blonde hair catching the sun streaming through the glass wall. She pointed at a copy of an old map in front of her slender crossed legs as she talked. 

It hadn't been hard for Nuszsaecker to talk her out of her clothes, not after Deidre praised her spontaneous nudity at the club three days ago. Deidre herself stood to one side, dressed in a business-like pants suit but with the blouse unbuttoned, her bra-less abundance spilling out as she leaned over, platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Kurt, her lawyer, stood on the other side, his eyes wandering from the familiar map to Emily's pretty crotch and the older woman's generous tits. Nuszsaecker was the only big name in LA porn he hadn't represented as a lawyer -- and he wasn't in a hurry to have him as a client because Nuszsaecker was famous for being difficult. His slight accent and dominating manner, part slangy New York, where he had started his porn empire before moving to LA, and part Berlin, where he grew up, brooked no nonsense. He was glad Deidre was there to manage Nuszsaecker. Between the two of them and Nuszsaecker himself were Nuszsaecker's real estate manager and his CFO, both more absorbed in the map than in Emily's or Deidre's charms. Nuszsaecker made sure to select senior staff who were gay, so they could keep their minds on the money and not the mounds. 

Female nudity was the dress code for business meetings in the conference room of the world's richest pornographer. Nuszsaecker was used to mixing sex and business and it gave him an advantage. Unlike most men, he could calculate the present value of a future contact in his head while having his dick sucked. Nuszsaecker always had the edge in business meetings when naked women were present and so it was only natural that he would invite the "girls" to get comfortable after Deidre told him about Emily's exhibitionistic adventures. Deidre didn't mind showing the younger woman off because, as Nuszsaecker's long-standing mistress, she knew things that would always keep Nuszsaecker coming back to her. Nuszsaeker also had the advantage in appearance: his squat, chunky body and coarse, blunt features, together with beady eyes close-together and a wart on his nose made him look like a rhinoceros. It gave him an even greater advantage in business dealings because people underestimated his intelligence and overestimated the power behind his hard-charging forcefulness. 

Comfortable in her skin, and wearing nothing else, Emily was business-like and direct. She told them about how she needed a project for her class at the community college. She got the idea in Spanish class of doing her real estate class project on old Spanish land grants and their relevance today. Kurt was doing something on land titles for Deidre at the time, because she was buying the lot her nightclub stood on. Emily thought she would impress Kurt by looking up the plot of land Deidre was buying as it was in 1850. To her surprise, she discovered a little-known constitutional law provision the big Mexican landowners put there to protect their vast cattle ranches and farms from zoning restrictions or land seizures for public use when California became a state. Under the law, the new state or any local government could not abrogate then-current land use by legislation or local ordinance unless the property had already been put to another use by the owner. It occurred to her that this obscure, seemingly obsolete law which failed to save the big ranchos from turning into city blocks and subdivisions could still apply in 1978 to a tiny triangle of land just north of downtown Los Angeles. 

This had been no rancho -- not even a cattle ranch. This little lot had housed a brothel. There was a letter in Spain written around 1831 mentioning the brothel, describing it and how the sons of three local big-shot rancheros protected it from the church padres and kept it open for their own needs. A hotel that now stands on the main part of the lot where the old adobe house would have been on the irregular-shaped lot (because it was on a little plot where three roads came together). More important than this historical fact, there appeared, from newspaper clippings dating back to 1854, to be a continuous history, documented by news of police raids, arrests, and irate letters to the editor, of prostitution on the site for a century and a half. Up to the present day, newspaper stories showed, the current run-down flophouse was still a well-known destination for assignations and a hotbed of prostitution. A hooker working out of the hotel was arrested just last year. 

Even better, the tip of the lot, where the corral had probably been, extended south to include at least half of Deidre's nightclub, the part where she planned to expand the VIP lounge. If they could prove that, then in theory the hotel was still legal for the original land use: prostitution and the half of Deidre's club where the VIP lounge was going in could be legal not only for lapdancing but for live sex! But proving that would be hard because the evidence they had only showed that a corral had been there, not how big it was. And the attorney general could claim that once the corral disappeared, the land use changed for that part of the lot. The law wasn't clear on whether it could be applied to only part of a parcel of land. 

Emily faced a glass wall with a spectacular view of downtown Los Angeles spread out beneath them to the right, in plain view of an office building across the street to the left, close enough that anyone with a telescope and a corner office could see her. The sunlight glistened on her blonde pubic hair and the shadows of the pink nipples on her small but pert, firm breasts made them look twice as big. 

If Emily was right, the lot, less than three-quarters of a city block, was the only place in California where prostitution was legal! In the middle of a city of 3 million and a metro region of 7 and a half million, half of them male, half of them of legal age, 23% of them horny at any given time. Nuszsaecker appreciated that they had discovered a potential goldmine. But taking advantage of this secret would not be easy. 

First, they would have to buy the hotel discretely, without tipping off the owners or anyone else to their plan. They needed Nuszsaecker to provide the money but he couldn't be the purchaser -- the prospect of the world's richest pornographer buying up a rather seedy-midtown hotel would draw attention. Deidre could do it, though, without anyone giving it a second thought. After all, her nightclub was just across the back alley. It was a successful business, it made sense to diversify the investment, and she always needed a place for her dancers from out of town to stay. (And a safe place for her dancers who got frisky with their customers to go after work.) Then they had to refurbish the old hotel because it was so run-down. If they were going to turn it into a sex destination they didn't want to be shut down by the public health department for unsanitary conditions. Nuszsaecker would have to pay for that, too. 

So it was decided. Nuszsaecker would front the money, Deidre would make the purchase, Emily would broker the deal with her new real estate license, and Kurt would lay the groundwork for the battle. And a battle it would be!

As soon as open prostitution began, the hotel would be raided, for sure. There couldn't be any code violations or anything else that could be used as an excuse to shut it down. The case had to be purely about legal prostitution. Once the legal battle started, this totally unexpected defense would catch the prosecutor by surprise. Who ever lost the first round would appeal for sure. They would win, of course, and at the end they would have the only legal brothel in the largest state in the Union! An entire six-story hotel for sex! Emily had visions of walking down the corridors naked. Deidre had visions of different floors of the hotel devoted to budget, mid-priced, and luxury tastes and rooms devoted to varieties of kinks and pleasures. Kurt had visions of arguing to the California Supreme Court and winning, becoming the most famous sex industry lawyer in the country. And Nuszsaecker had visions of parlaying his porn empire millions into commercial sex billions. 

As the meeting broke up, Nuszsaecker leaned over to his chief financial officer and whispered "Buy up the entire block of storefronts facing the hotel and as much of the block on the same side of the street as you can. We'll use 'em for porn shops, adult theaters, titty bars, and an erotic art museum. Maybe a dessert shop with high-priced coffee they can go to afterwards before the drive home. We'll make money before, during, and after they fuck!" The CFO nodded and said nothing. That business plan would compete directly with Deidre's nightclub if the historical record did not show that the lot included the VIP lounge. 

"Emily -- you're a genius!" gushed Nuszsaecker. "A fucking exhibitionistic little genius! And you've got great tits!" Without asking, he reached over with both hands and tweaked her nipples as he stood there. Emily blushed because she thought her tits were nothing special, as nice, bright pink, and bouncy as they were, and the nipples, now left pink and erect, were a bit longer than usual but not that big. Deidre, twice her age, had the spectacular tits, with wide dark pink areolas and long, sensuous fleshy nipples. Deidre had everything there was female and the experience and maturity to use it: estrogen in motion. Watching Deidre at the strip club was to see the mature body as perfection, a study in the art of femininity and grinding. Next to her Emily felt like an awkward virgin. 

"Well, it was nice meeting you!" Emily lied. "Thanks for letting me get comfortable!" She uncrossed her legs and raised up to get off the table on the side where her clothes were folded neatly on a side chair. She left a fog of moisture on the cool glass of the table top, condensed from her warm humid bottom parts. 

"Not so fast, foxy one!" cried Nuszsaecker. "Don't you want a little tour of our offices before you leave?" He was staring while she swung her legs to get off the table, which she couldn't do without giving him a great view of her pussy. 

"Sure!" said Emily. "I've always liked your magazines, especially the gynie shots in Hot Twat." It sounded sarcastic but actually she said it to please him, even if it wasn't true. For her own erotic pleasure she much preferred the photo shoots of romantic couples in exotic places featured in another of his magazines, Classy Fornicators Internationale. She moved toward her clothes. 

"You don't need to get dressed!" Nuszsaecker admonished. "Lots of people walk around our offices without clothes on. The models, the studs, new talent doing auditions. Some of our production girls go topless to make the new girls feel like they fit in. Hell, half our male staff walk around with their dicks out because it's more comfortable when you have a stiffie!" "Stiffie?" Emily thought. She hadn't heard that word since high school. "So why don't you stick around for a while longer and I'll get Randy to show you around. That guy who came with you, too." He stepped out into the outer office to get his assistant. Then he stuck his head back into the conference room. "Oh, and Deidre, could you stay for lunch in my private dining room? I want to go over a few things with you."

Deidre smiled. More like he wanted to come over a few things with her, using his cock. She had sex with him about three times a week these days, sometimes on this very table because Nuszsaecker liked to fuck in places where he felt in control. She knew Nuszsaecker was horny as hell because he had told her that his trophy wife wasn't putting out anymore. She guessed that what that really meant was that she had cut the old goat back to twice or three times a day. He was also mad that his wife didn't bear him a son and heir, he had told her. Well, she couldn't help him there -- even if she had wanted to get pregnant at 45 she had had her tubes tied long ago, when she first figured out how profitable it was to be promiscuous and that rich guys didn't like condoms. 

Nuszsaecker came back in the conference room, followed by Karlo, Deidre's bouncer, who had been waiting outside to drive her back to the club. Karlo's face broke into a wide grin when he saw Emily naked, again. He towered over her little frame and she felt protected but also a little intimidated around him. He had watched over her at the club a couple of nights ago, when she got carried away. But she didn't know how she felt about him. She didn't know how he felt about her. She had no idea who took her clothes off and tucked her into her bed so carefully that night. 

"Emily," Nuszsaecker said, "my secretary is calling Randy, my publishing assistant, and he's going to give you and Karlo a tour of the place while Deidre and I ... discuss some things." He patted the young woman on her naked ass. 

"I hadn't planned to stay," Deidre lied, "but business is business. I think you'll find that putting up the financing for expanding our VIP room will be a wonderful investment!" Deirdre knew she wasn't fooling anyone in the room but saying it in front of people put a little pressure on Nuszsaecker to cough up more cash. She had got the idea a couple of months ago of letting private investors, meaning Nuszsaecker, lend her money to develop the club and paying them back what would be a tiny fraction of the increased profits. That way, she didn't have to tie up her own money and Nuszsaecker could pretend to his wife that she was a business partner. Kurt and Nuszsaecker's staff had already left. 

A young man in a cheap black suit and a skinny tie rushed in, a bit flustered. He stopped when he saw Emily and turned red in the face, which struck Deidre as unusual. A pornographer's right-hand boy should be used to naked women, she thought. She knew perfectly well that she herself was about to get laid but she wondered if they were setting Emily up for something, too. Well, she hoped Emily would enjoy whatever she got more than she was going to enjoy hers. 

"Hi!" the young man said, not waiting for Nuszsaecker to introduce him. I'm Randy and I understand you would like a tour." Deidre noticed that he had an erection in his pants. "Let's take the back elevator, because it's 'clothing optional'." As they left, Emily looked back and saw H#'s secretary gather her clothes and put them in a gray wooden box. Nuszsaecker obviously had a routine for making nudity in his office easy. Karlo was behind her, towering over her, and she knew he was looking down at her tight little ass. Nuszsaecker saw how Karlo looked at Emily and decided not to pat Emily's ass again. 

They walked out the rear door of the conference room and through Nuszsaecker's private suite into a back corridor with a single elevator door. The marble floor felt cold on Emily's bare feet and it was cool now that they had left the sun-drenched conference room. She was completely aware that her nipples were hard and sticking forward. The elevator only went to floors connected to Nuszsaeckers business, so there was no risk of encountering a casual visitor. Still, it felt deliciously free to ride in the elevator nude with two clothed men. 

The elevator reached the 14th floor and the door opened on a beehive of activity of attractive young people. Some were carrying props, like big dildos, some had cameras, some were already made up to perfection and were waiting for their shoot, others were carrying bits of scenery for sets. But everyone they saw was exposing themselves. Some of the women were topless, some completely nude, and a couple were clothed on top but bottomless. Many of the men walked with their dicks hanging out of their pants. Randy said that they all did this, sexual performers and production staff, to make everyone feel equal, welcome, and comfortable. Emily felt right at home! The elevator door closed again because they were going up to the 16th floor first. 

"Excuse me," said Randy, "but I hope you don't mind. I'm a little uncomfortable." He unzipped his pants and pulled out a respectable penis and two golf ball-sized balls, which he let dangle from his fly. "Ah" he said with a sigh of relief. "That's much better." 

The doors opened on the 16th floor and they got out. Karlo looked at Emily, who shrugged because she knew what he was going to ask. "Well, when in Rome..." he said, unzipping himself and pulling out his equipment. Emily got a good look at his big, thick, long, and hard cock and big, peach-sized balls in a long wrinkly scrotum for the first time. Karlo was hung. When Randy walked, his dick bounced. When Karlo walked it swung up and down like a hammer. 

This floor was for the business and production offices. This corridor was quieter and there weren't as many fully naked people. Most of the female staff wore revealing clothes or no blouse but they all kept their jackets and skirts or pants on, on this floor. Still, some naked porn stars were there, signing contracts and picking up their checks. Porn stars like to stay naked all the time and they spend hours by the pool, even when they aren't working or waiting for the pool cleaning boy. 

There were offices and conference rooms on each side. Randy was conducting the tour. "Here is the story room. Here our writers prepare the copy for the photo shoot, based on interviews with the model and what we want to say to our readers. We check every detail in the model's biography to make sure it is accurate, even down to measuring her bra size ourselves and sometimes the length of her pussy lips. Then we put up a story board that shows the views and pictures we want, in order to tell the story, for example a seduction scene in a dentist's office. The model and the photographer are like an actress and director, fulfilling an artistic vision. They do the photo shoot and then our photo editors take over. Sometimes we just have to use an airbrush -- we try not to because we want to keep the photos honest and real. But sometimes there is a scar here or a pimple there, and every once in a while a fly gets in the picture." 

They past the offices of the finest magazines in porn: Top Heavy, Strung up and Whipped (a quarterly), ClittyLicker, and her favorite, Classy Fornicators Internationale. They saw the calendar division, which was already at work compiling 1981, and the paperback book publishing branch, famous for its most recent best seller Bend Over and Spread for Success. Then there was the business journal division, including Massage Parlor Management and the American Review of Sexual Econometrics, with its advisory board of distinguished scholars in the field. Emily was impressed with all the tables and graphs, especially the input put-out curves. 

The 15th floor was home to the movie division. It even looked like the offices of a major studio, with agents shouting pitches to producers in the lobby and piles of thick scripts. Randy described the process for them. "Our producers screen hundreds of scripts a year looking for just the right combination of eroticism and camera appeal. Our intellectual property group reads the finest porn in the English language, and some in French and Romanian, to find the best material for our small but elite group of in-house writers. Then we hold auditions for the lead parts, with our own contract stars going first. That can take weeks while we try to find just the right actor for the role in looks, speech, acting ability, and especially anatomy. Sometimes a role will require a particularly big dick or a vagina with long lips. If there's anal, we have to find an anus that people will want to look at for half an hour. We cast the minor roles from our own contract players: we have hundreds of volunteers willing to be extras for the crowd scene in return for a year's subscription to Grope! Next year we'll be moving the shooting and production to our own studios out in a place called Chatsworth, where we took over the old Pair'nmount Studio complex. But until it's ready we'll still be shooting movies here." Emily noticed that Randy's cock had been standing straight out for half an hour. He must love his job. 




Emily's Enterprise Ch. 03



They almost bumped into a stunningly beautiful woman who was bottomless but she was wearing a bulky sweater on top. Her thick brown pubic hair hid her pussy from view. She was leaving a side office and held what looked like a scarf but was really purple miniskirt in her hand. "Oops! Sorry!" she chirped. Then she noticed Emily's thin blonde pubic hair. "Wow! What a pretty cunt! If mine were like yours they wouldn't have asked me to shave for the part!" And the model broke off to walk down the hall to take the elevator one floor down, to have her crotch shaved and waxed. 

They walked on and Emily noticed that Karlo, too, was enjoying this. He kept close to her, in a protective way, and every once in a while his penis brushed against her lower back. Once, while she was leaning over a table looking at slides, he bent over her to look over her shoulder. They were both absorbed in the pictures of copulating couples and masturbating women when she felt his prick moving on her back, just above her crack, with a little warm moisture at the tip. When she stood up she felt a little cool wet spot drying where the tip had been. 

Suddenly a young woman wearing black glasses, about Emily's age, ran up to Randy. She had on a gray tank top but it was pulled down and her C-cup tits were hanging out and wobbling very prettily. "Randy! We've got a problem!" She stopped to catch her breath, magnificent chest heaving. "One of our models was in a car accident! Now can't do the 'Cloud 9 Bedroom Dream Shoot'! We'll miss the deadline for the inaugural edition of FantasyFuck!"

"Omigod," said Randy, "that must be Fiona! Is she ok?" He was reassured that she only had a bruise on her breast, but it was too big to be hidden by makeup." He pondered, "Where can we find a short, skinny blonde with a small ass, small-to-medium tits and long legs on such short notice?" Karlo's cock gave a little jump of excitement. 

Of course, it was obvious who was going to be the substitute model and Karlo made a quick phone call. He would stay with Emily and they would arrange for Nuszsaecker's chauffer to drive Deidre back to the club when they were done "talking". (He talked to Nuszsaecker's secretary. Nuszsaecker, of course, was busy at the moment.) In exchange for volunteering to help out, with more than a little urging and prodding (in her lower back) from Karlo, Emily got two vouchers for lunch at the commissary. The menu was a little odd, with a kind of musty aftertaste to everything. Still, it was tasty and most of the other people there were either naked or topless, so she felt very comfortable. 

Lunch over, she and Karlo took the clothing-optional elevator to the 14th floor and found the studio where her shoot was to take place. There she was surprised to see the same girl who had brought the news, the busty photo shoot producer. Her tits were still hanging out and when she saw Emily again she broke out into a big grin. "Thought you'd want to do it!" she said. "Now fill out this form." Emily filled it out -- part of it was a medical form. The questions were awfully personal. They even wanted to know that she was on the Pill and free of venereal disease. Why?, she wondered. "OK, let's get you ready," Gisella said when she turned the form in. Her own breasts lolled from side to side in a fluid motion. When Emily hopped off the stool, her firm breasts jiggled just once. 

While Karlo watched, the busty girl, who said her name was Gisella, circled Emily and looked at her body with a professional's practiced eye. "Raise your arms," she commanded. Emily did so, puzzled, and Gisella inspected Emily's nearly hairless underarms closely and traced the curve from Emily's armpit to her modest breast with her finger. "Lovely", she murmured, "I like your long pink nipples. Please lift your leg." Emily held onto the stool and did as she was told. "You have a narrow waist and your hips aren't wide. We'll have to bring them out with makeup." Gisella spent several minutes looking at Emily's crotch and spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers. "Very, very nice. The pink will look lewd against your pale white skin. Now bend over." Emily leaned over onto the tool. She was beginning to feel stimulated. She liked to show off her body and here was someone who paid attention to every detail. Gisella was spreading Emily's butt cheeks and was inspecting her anus now. "It's pink too, not brown. Everything is color coordinated. You're a natural!" Gisella's fingers lingered a bit too long in the crack of Emily's ass. "OK. We're don't need to shave you -- your muff just needs a little conditioning." The prep room is right over here and she led Emily by the hand to a small room off to the side that looked like a hair salon with a chair, massage table, and a shower stall. Karlo hung back but Gisella said, over her shoulder, "you can come too -- just keep your hands off -- for now." 

It took 45 minutes to prep Emily, which seemed a long time for a small young woman who was already naturally pretty. Gisella took her time and was very meticulous. First she washed Emily's hair in the sink, then she washed down Emily's body in the shower, rubbing shampoo and then conditioner into Emily's little mat of blonde pubic hair. Emily hadn't expect such a thorough swabbing of her anus or the douche but Gisella said it was important to be fresh under the hot lights. There wasn't much Gisella could do to change Emily's short hair, which was fine the way it was anyway, but she combed it out and whatever she did it seemed to have more luster. Then she applied the makeup, very light on the face, neck, and breasts, only accenting Emily's features to bring out the eyes, give Emily some cheekbones, make the mouth a little more sensual, and accentuate her cleavage. A little rouge on the areola to give them a bit more color, a bit of darker makeup to emphasize the line of her groin, and a bit more rouge on her pussy lips. Then a dab of petroleum jelly to make her asshole glisten attractively in the light. When it was over, Emily looked fabulous and Karlo's penis had been erect for three solid hours. 

Karlo stayed behind when Gisella led Emily to the set. He wanted to watch but Gisella motioned him to stay put. 

The photo shoot used a set with lots of billowing white muslin and backlighting. Emily was on top of a circular bed made up to look like she was floating on a cloud. The illusion was dramatically enhanced by billowing clouds of cold steam around the bed after Gisella opened a portable ice chest and dumped scoops of dry ice into buckets of water on both sides of the set. Some of them were suspended from the ceilings on pulleys, so the fog boiled up over the pot and then drifted down to the floor in a wall of fog that could be made as high as they wanted it. Slow fans kept it swirling

There was a photographer and a movie cameraman, each a real professional, getting the best shots they could while staying out of each other's way. 

The photographer, complimenting Emily on how good she looked on camera to put her at ease, put her through a sequence of poses to look like she was sleeping restlessly, showing her tossing and turning, exposing different parts of her body to the camera. Every time she moved or the photographer moved around the bed, the mist on the floor swirled even more and made the set look even more like a cloud. Emily was having fun and soon got used to the flash. The hot lights actually felt good on her skin with the cold air swirling around her nude body. Her nipples were hard little nubbins, erect from the cold breeze.

Each pose was more explicit, showing more until her lovely pink parts were the center of attention. The photographer asked her to touch herself, then to spread herself, and then urged her to masturbate, which made Emily uncomfortable at first but she soon got into doing it with him watching. The photographer wanted her to stroke herself over and over again until she was on her back, eyes closed, legs spread wide, one hand between her legs, with photographer doing close-ups and the movie guy concentrating on the action while she was penetrating herself with one, two, and then three fingers. Her pussy was wet and open and needy. At first I made her hot knowing that people wanted to watch her but now she was starting to forget that other people were around. She was in her own sexual place right now, concentrating on her feelings as she pleasured herself. She barely heard a few more scoops of dry ice being dumped into the water buckets and ropes being pulled. The artificial clouds swirling around her got thicker until the set in front of her was enveloped in fog. Then she heard the photographer say "Bring him in now!"

Her eyes flew open and then widened in surprise as she beheld the shape of a tall, broad-shouldered, muscular man, as naked as she was, striding purposefully onto the set. The first thing to come out of the mist into clear view was his penis, long, pulsing, a drop of precum on the tip. She couldn't help but involuntarily close her legs, the response of all women to sexual threat. Then she saw his scrotum, swinging side to side with the weight of heavy balls. The man had been staring hungrily through the mist at her open, inviting, well-rubbed cunt and then looked up to her face when she shut her legs closed. Their eyes locked. It was Karlo, prepped and made up for the camera just as carefully as she was! 

Karlo! The man who was so sweet to her. The hunk who seemed to like her. Someone she knew and trusted! She relaxed and let her legs open again. She was dimly aware but didn't care that the photographer was snapping furiously to capture her reaction, that the movie cameraman was focusing on Karlo coming at her, and that Gisella was back with a hand-held movie camera, that she was using to capture the expression on Emily's pretty face. 

Emily felt impossibly hot after an hour of self-play and she saw in Karlo's eyes that he was just as hot for her. She knew from her own prep that Gisella had played with him, maybe found excuses to rub her tits on him, and probably already brought him to the edge. Those big swinging balls of his were engorged with semen intended for her. It didn't matter what she thought of being set up like this, put onstage, worked up beyond endurance, and expected to submit to public copulation for the amusement of others with someone they chose for her without asking. It was fine with her! Her body needed it and her overstimulated pelvis cried out for relief, as they knew it would.

Karlo got on the cloud-bed with Emily, as the cushions sunk under his weight, and she felt the warmth of his much larger and stronger body as he took her into his arms. Although they had had been given lots of foreplay by others, he spent several minutes fondling and exploring Emily, kissing her neck and under her arms, licking her thighs, sucking her erect nipples, stroking her belly, and tonguing her clit. She in turn stroked and licked his massive erect cock and handled and kissed the big balls in his swinging sac and sucked one testicle in her mouth and then the other. 

Karlo was more than ready to mount her. Emily's saliva still wet on his cock, Karlo got over her, positioned his cock just inside her opening, and pinned her wrists above her head with his hands, which raised and pushed out her firm, round breasts under him. Then he thrust. 

Emily screamed at the shock of his long, thick, hard member entering her body full length all at once, but Karlo knew he wasn't hurting her. Gisella and the photographer didn't know but they snapped their pictures as fast as they could to capture her facial expressions as she moved from surprise to helplessness to amazement to rapture in seconds. Karlo was working his cock in her with a grinding rotating movement that pushed his long dick right up to the top, pushing the limits of her, and then he started pistoning in and out, faster and faster, nearly his full length, until the overwhelmed girl couldn't take it any more and screamed again in a climax that seemed to exhaust her, and that Karlo felt as a milking sensation on his penis. Finally, spent, she drooped on the bed, falling deeply into a post-orgasmic, sleepy bliss that Karlo roused her out of with deep long strokes that brought her to another pelvis-shattering come. This time, Karlo came with her, thrusting all the way up inside her and holding himself there while he poured every drop of the contents of his balls into her welcoming cunt. Spent, he stayed on top of her for several more minutes, his penis barely softening. 

It took a while for Emily to get over her ravishment. When her mind cleared she realized with a start that she was underneath a big man, she still stuffed with his dick, and that her crotch and thighs were wet and smeared. The space between their bodies smelled like fresh come. She struggled to remember how she got there -- something about being a nude model. Who was this guy? Oh, yeah, it was Karlo, the hunk from the club. She wanted him again. He could fuck her anytime, anyplace, she decided. This was great. 

While the couple recovered and the last of the artificial fog cleared from the set, Gisella took the photographer's film canisters and the movie film cans and put them in a plastic box to send over to the developer. With a marking pen she wrote the instructions: "Rush Order! Deliver tonight to Gerhard Nuszsaecker - personal attention."



Emily's Enterprise Ch. 04



Like a carefully-planned military operation, the play for the lot started with stealth. The word on the street was that the hotel was about to go into bankruptcy if it couldn't be sold. The owners were desperate. Nuszsaecker wanted to low-ball the owners and get the hotel on the cheap. Deidre, knowing it would be paid for with Nuszsaecker's money, pushed giving the owners a fair price so they wouldn't balk and the sale could be done quickly and quietly, so publicity would be kept to a minimum. Why draw attention to the fact that they were making an unusual real estate purchase. They were plotting to open a legal brothel in the middle of Los Angeles and if this worked it would earn them hundreds of millions each. Sweet Emily had figured out that that lot alone, because of a quirk in an 1850 state law that allowed prostitution, could be worth billions. Why draw attention to the purchase? As usual, seductive Deidre got her way. The owners were overjoyed to be paid what they considered a high price and any possible legal problems with them in the future, when they learned the true value of the property, disappeared. 

The cover story was that Deidre wanted it as an investment and as a place to house her feature dancers when they came in on tour. Everyone at the club, once they heard about the purchase, assumed that it would be a rent-by-the-hour operation for after-hours partying with customers. Deidre did not try to squelch those rumors but didn't encourage them, either, and told her dancers not to talk about it to outsiders. She wanted anyone working in her club who wanted to make a little money hooking to feel free -- it brought in the customers. But she didn't want the law interfering with the club itself. 

The prospect of controlling the one place in the state where prostitution might be legal was intoxicating in its possibilities. First they had to remodel the decrepit hotel and bring it up to code, because if they used it as a brothel the way it was it would be shut down by the health department or building inspector and they couldn't fight the battle they wanted to fight. So, Nuszsaecker grumbling with every check he wrote as a silent partner, they refurbished the old place into something that looked at least decent and that wouldn't fall apart or make anybody sick. That would do for now. The big changes would come later, paid for out of huge profits they would make from legal prostitution. 

Deidre's master plan was to start from the top floor and work down, to pay as they went for major upgrades and renovations that would create luxury theme bedroom suites with a view on the sixth floor, playrooms for all the popular kinks on the fifth floor, and a variety of rooms, most small and comfy but a few big and roomy for orgies, on the fourth and third floor. The third and fourth floors would be for girls who lived or stayed overnight there, at least until they needed it for business. The second floor already have bigger meeting rooms and "ballrooms", which would be used for large groups and for the purpose the name implied,. The ground floor would have a restaurant but no bar (they did not want an investigation for approval of the liquor license) and, after the whole deal went public, a set of lounges where men could meet the ladies and decide on their companion for the hour. But all this would have to wait until after they tested the law and won. 

In the meantime, they had an old hotel that had been patched up to run. Deidre was the front for the purchase but she had a nightclub to run. So they put Emily in charge of putting everything together, since it had been Emily's idea all along. They gave her the title "Special Events Coordinator" as cover and let her work in the nude as a job benefit and let her set her own hours and work at her own pace. 

Emily much preferred to go without clothes all day. She had an office on the second floor and did most of her work on the phone. The few remaining hotel staff quickly got used to their boss being naked as a jaybird and the contractors and tradesmen doing the work sure weren't complaining. If she had to go into a public place, she put on a wrap-around dress and controlled the urge to take it off and flash everyone she met. 

Emily even moved out of her apartment and into a room on the third floor, not only to be closer to her job but to make it easy for Karlo, her bouncer boyfriend, to come visit from Deidre's club, which was just across the alley in back. He slept over every night now and came over to hang out on his break between when the lunch crowd left and the happy hour crowd arrived. After long hours around naked strippers thrusting their pelvis at the audience, he wanted sex every time he walked in the door. That was fine with her -- they would copulate for an hour, then he would have a nap or they would eat a late lunch, and then fuck again until he went back to the club for the evening shift. Then he would come back at 2:00 am and sometimes he would wake her up and they would fuck again. She wanted it all the time now, just as much as Karlo! 

He seemed happy with this lifestyle and she was thrilled -- her boyfriend thought her skinny body, pale skin, and small tits were hot! It did take her pussy a while to get used to having sex twice and three times a day but now, if Karlo went slowly and she was well lubricated, it felt more normal to be stuffed than to have her cunt empty. She was naturally tight, being so small, but with the help of some pelvic exercises, she was learning to stretch wide and still come back tight. She would gape for a while if she relaxed but her pussy could go all the way back to within half an hour if she did her vaginal muscle toning exercises. Still, she started to fret about how she could ever keep him satisfied, with her modest body and limited experience. 

Even distracted by her sex and exhibitionism, Emily did a great job turning the hotel around. She found the manager from before the previous owner, a guy named Enrique, who the staff said had done a good job, not like the last one and offered him a big bonus to come back. He took it and he ran the place like it was his own. 

She also found the last hooker who got busted in the hotel, a pretty and busty redhead named Trixie, who looked to be still in her twenties. "Sure I'd go back," Trixie said. "Working out of a hotel as a call girl beats the street anytime. You wanna give me money up front and still let me keep my earnings? Sure, I'll take that deal. Honey, once you start down this life you expect to be busted. The cops bust us to keep us moving around and to show people they're doing something. They don't care about hookers. Half of them are customers!" (Emily wondered if that was true.) 

Deidre didn't want her own girls turning tricks at the hotel -- yet. Most of them didn't have any vice record and she wanted to keep it that way. Trixie would be the bait. She'd turn a trick, get busted, Kurt would defend her on the basis of the 1850 law , the case would be argued all the way to the Supreme Court and they'd win, giving them the big prize: the only legal brothel in the country outside Nevada!

It wasn't long before the basics were in place. The hotel reopened, Enrique made sure it ran like a real hotel, and Emily did a great job of marketing. She got the word out to swing clubs and sex tours and in no time the hotel was getting more business than it ever had under the previous owners. It made more than enough money to pay the staff without tapping into Nuszsaecker's line of credit -- they were already ahead of the plan, business-wise. 

Impressed, Nuszsaecker came over from time to time to inspect the property his money had bought but he spent most of his time there staring at Emily and finding excuses put his hands on her by looking over her shoulder at the bookkeeping. Emily didn't mind men looking at her naked body, even creepy old pornographers, and she didn't move away when he tried to fondle her. If someone wanted to handle her breasts, tug her nipples, pat her ass, and rub her crotch, why not. Why deny herself pleasure just because someone else got a thrill out of it too? Unless he put his hands on her belly. That she didn't like -- too intimate. Only Karlo touched her there. But she did wonder why Nuszsaecker so often put his hands on her waist, as if he was measuring her. What was that all about?

Trixie set up shop in a room on the third floor. One of her old customers was a police informant so she called him right away to let him know she was back in business. A steady stream of men started calling on Trixie and these highly satisfied customers started telling their friends what a good lay she was and how she gave two for the price of one -- if a man could come twice in an hour. In the meantime Emily, trying to get the bust over sooner rather than later, booked a couple of church tours and a district attorney's meeting at the hotel. 

Trixie satisfied her men. She had a lot of repeat customers. Emily envied her her sexual experience and, since she lived just down the hall, had observed with admiration how the men walked out with smiles on their faces, every one she saw. When Emily weren't working and Karlo was still at the club, and Trixie was between customers, the women started hanging out together in Trixie's room, to be near the telephone for a horny man who had her phone number. Trixie always dressed seductively, D-cup boobs displayed like fruit in a basket, because a john might arrive downstairs at any time and ask for her. Emily usually sat naked, with a dressing gown nearby in case she had to go back to her room and other people were in the corridor. 

One night, while she and Trixie were talking about whether Emily should shave her pubic hair, Emily shared her misgivings about satisfying Karlo's insatiable sex drive. "Has he ever complained?" Trixie asked. Emily shook her head. "Does he come straight to you after work?" Emily had to agree that he did. "What do you do for him?" Emily recounted their last six or seven fucks, how Karlo loved to fondle her and always wanted to fuck her in the missionary position. He said he never got tired of watching the look on her face change as his massive dick penetrated her tight cunt. How he always shot a huge load, even the third time, and there would be a very wet spot in the bed half the time. "Well," Trixie concluded, "I think you're doing great. But you may want a little variety to keep up the excitement." 

Emily thought for a moment. "But I don't know how," she moaned. "I'm new to hard-core sex!" That was not exactly true anymore. For several weeks, she and Karlo had been doing occasional porn film segments for Nuszsaecker's company. She would arrive at the studio and they would have some scene already planned for her, usually something to do with an unexpected seduction. The exquisite cinematography of the film clips always seemed to emphasize the moment of penetration and her orgasms, for some reason. They had done five now and their couplings were being spliced into hardcore compilation films. 

"No problem," said Trixie. "I'll teach you a few tricks." She looked at her date book. "In about half an hour I have a john coming who I know isn't a cop. I knew his wife in high school. You hide in the closet and watch what I do!" They giggled as they set up the closet space, with a wooden chair and a throw rug, so that even Emily's feet moving on the floor would be quiet. The door was left open a crack and Trixie put the other chair in front of it, so it wouldn't swing open by mistake. In the small room, Emily had a line of sight to a mirror and a side view of the bed in its reflection. Sitting in the dark, Emily couldn't help but giggle and Trixie couldn't help but giggle back as she told Emily to hush. Trixie changed from her short shorts and scooped out tank top into a light yellow peignoir, because she knew the guy coming liked it. Then she went into the bathroom and brought out a glass of water, which she put on the nightstand. 

A few minutes later the husband of Trixie's high school friend came by, wearing a powder-blue leisure suit. While Emily watched, hidden, Trixie flirted with him and drew him toward the bed. It didn't take long for them to take their clothes off and start groping. If Emily had had a pencil and paper she would have taken notes. Trixie went through her routine of French kissing, tongue sucking, hard tongue sucking, and sometimes she seemed to be licking the inside of his mouth. She pulled back and lifted her heavy breasts with both hands, as if offering him succulent fruit. He sucked on her nipples for a long while Trixie fondled his cock and balls. 

When he lay on his back, Emily could see that his dick was hard and standing straight up. Trixie whispered something Emily couldn't hear. Then she wrapped her D-cup tits around the cock and let him thrust through the cleavage, occasionally licking the tip when it got close to her mouth. He obviously loved it and was writhing underneath her. Then she took a mouthful of water from the glass by the bed and, keeping a tight seal, pushed her mouth over his dick, so it felt cold and wet in contrast to her warm and dry titty fuck. He loved that even more and Emily could see that he was having trouble controlling himself. Trixie swallowed the water and took his penis in her clenched fists, stroking him up and down until his face turned red -- he gasped once and a fountain of white cum squirted from his cock six inches up in the air and fell back on the sheets, Trixie's hands, and his legs. He let his head fall back and he panted for a while, then seemed to recover. In the meantime, Trixie was patiently working his balls, kneading them a little roughly, stirring him up again. Trixie heard a gasping sound coming from the direction of her closet but the john just thought it was Trixie getting excited. 

The husband regained his erection within a few minutes and Emily watched as Trixie rolled a condom on him and then squatted over him, slowly easing herself down on his revitalized cock. They fucked that way for several minutes, cowgirl, then changed to doggie position. Trixie's luscious boobs were swaying and shaking with every thrust. He was watching Trixie and her tits move in the mirror as he fucked her, but he couldn't see Emily. Then he pulled out and flipped Trixie over, mounting her in the missionary position. She wrapped her legs around him and held on while he pounded her. Emily could hear her mumbling but couldn't make out what she was saying. Finally, the man came in a big climax, grunting, heaving. He fell to one side, exhausted, and Trixie fanned herself with her hands, as if she was overheated. "You did it again, big boy!" Emily heard her say. "I'll never walk the same way again!" 

Emily watched Trixie get a damp towel and clean him up. She pulled the condom off his dick and knotted it to keep the semen from leaking out, then wiped his dick. He was recovered now and while she went into the bathroom to wash herself he got his wallet and put a $100-bill on the nightstand. "Thanks" was all Trixie said, as if he was giving her a gift and not paying for sex. After he had dressed, she brought him to the door and gave him a peck on the cheek on his way out. "So long, lover boy!" She said. "Tell Laura hi! for me but don't tell her where you saw me!" She patted his ass as he walked out. 

Trixie opened the closet Emily came out. "That was great sex!" she exclaimed. "I'll do all that with Karlo! Thank you!" She was so excited she kissed Trixie, who was still naked and their breasts touched, nipple-to-nipple. To her surprise, Trixie then kissed her back and put her hands on the smaller woman's hips. She felt a little confused by that. "Karlo's coming," she murmured as they broke the kiss. "You lucky girl!" Trixie whispered. "Go get laid!" Clutching her dressing gown with her keys in its pocket, Trixie padded naked back to her room through the empty corridor. Trixie pulled the chair out of her closet and saw that there was a sticky wetness drying on the seat. She knew what Emily had been doing all this time! 

Two hours later, Karlo knocked and opened the unlocked door to find Emily sitting on the bed trimming her pubic hair into the shape of a heart, just for him. It hardly mattered, because it was so blonde and fine, but it was her way of showing him she loved him. He was touched and without taking off his clothes, he kneeled in front of her and started licking her pussy. 

He had had a hard lunch shift -- rock hard. A new young stripper was auditioning to be a house dancer for the club and she was hard to resist. She had black hair and fair skin and well-done but obvious implants for C-cup boobs on a very feminine body. She gave him an erection from the first time he saw her, even before she took her clothes off. She had flirted with him and tried everything to take him backstage after her act but he had saved himself for Emily. Now he was beyond horny.

He continued to lick and suck on Emily's pussy, which had gone back to normal after the stimulation of watching Trixie with her lover. Karlo liked the fresh, natural, taste of her and knew that it stayed that way because her twat was well-aired. Emily hardly ever wore panties and usually went nude. But this time she didn't give him as much time to enjoy her. Emily wanted to try out her new skills. When he paused for a second, she stood up and undressing him by unbuttoning his shirt. Karlo was impatient too. They threw his clothes on the floor but his shorts landed on the bed. In no time, he was lying on is back on the bed, his big strong cock sticking up in the air, aching to penetrate her. 

Emily crawled on the bed to his cock and pushed her smallish B-cup breasts around it, like Trixie had showed her. There wasn't enough! She couldn't make a tunnel with what little she had so all she could do was push with her thumbs from both sides and hold his prick in place with her fingers. Karlo, who didn't know that Emily was trying to act voluptuous, thought it was very sweet that she was rubbing her pretty little chest on him and loved the firm but yielding feel of her natural breasts. Karlo responded by producing a little emission of precum, and then more. His cock was so long that it was almost in her face as she rubbed her breasts along it. She bent down and licked the precum off every time a drop formed. Karlo loved watching her do that. 

Soon Emily got frustrated at her lack of breast material so she went to the next move. She took a glass from the side table, took a big mouthful without swallowing, and held the water. As Karlo watched, wondering what she was doing, she pushed her closed mouth over the tip of his cock. His big cock filled her too-full mouth and made her cheeks balloon out with water, until, a few inches in and much less than halfway down his shaft, the tip of his dick hit her throat and she choked. All the water in her mouth sprayed over his dick and balls! Karlo thought it was so sweet that she tried to cool him off.

Moving on and feeling desperate, Emily grabbed his dick and started stroking it with both hands, like Trixie had done with her john. She stroked with a passion, up and down, sometimes stopping to rub her palm over his knob or run the tip over her pert breasts, since Karlo loved it so much. Then she noticed that his balls were moving without being touched! His bag was shortening and his dick seemed to get thicker. Emily now knew why it sometimes felt like something was crawling up her thigh just before he came. Karlo exploded! A jet of milk-white semen shot up several feet in the air, some drops hitting the ceiling, and came raining down on Emily's head, bare shoulders, and boobs. A second jet caught her in the face like a thrown pie! A third jet covered both her tits with sticky semen which oozed down her cleavage and formed drops suspended from her nipples. A fourth jet caught the right side of her face as she turned away, filling her ear! Emily had never watched him come before because he always did it inside her. No wonder her pussy was always a soupy mess after they had sex! When it was over, Emily looked like she had been sprayed with watery whipped cream. This was not exactly going according to plan. 




Emily's Enterprise Ch. 04



"Uhh, maybe I should clean up," she said as a big glob of come dripped off her ear and onto her right tit, where it joined the other globs. "Are you kidding?" Karlo cried. "I love you like that!" and he threw his arms around her, hugged her tight, and kissed her with his tongue, spreading his come all over her face. Emily could hear the squishing of the goo between their bodies and feel the come all spread over her skin. And next to her thigh, Karlo's cock was stirring again. She was about to get more. 

Emily didn't know if she liked having sex while she was plastered with semen but it was Karlo's semen and that made it special even though there was an awful lot of it. Being young, he recovered his erection fast and the tip was poking Emily's heart-shaped pubic hair as they sat facing each other. Emily decided that she would do the last trick that Trixie had taught her. She playfully pushed Karlo back on the bed and rose up to squat over his dick. The semen in her hair was drying and made it feel like it was thick with hairspray. 

Usually when Emily and Karlo got to this point, Emily had had lots of foreplay, a lot of sucking and licking, and sometimes deep fingering and stretching. It didn't take her long to lubricate to the point of dripping. Prepared, she could take it if Karlo rammed it in her fast but it took lots of lubrication and a little stretching. That was important because not only was her body small but her vagina was naturally tight. But today she hadn't juiced -- she hadn't had enough foreplay. Having every trick she tried turn out an embarrassment and getting drenched with slime hadn't exactly made her wet with desire, either. But she was in a hurry to try her last trick -- maybe this would work! 

Trixie, full-bodied and experienced, had dropped straight down on her modestly-endowed john. Emily dropped herself with all her weight on top of Karlo's massive dick. Without being opened or stretched. With no lubrication. 

She knew she shouldn't scream -- the hotel would think she was being murdered -- but she had to do something, the stretch-pain was so intense! So after she bit her knuckle hard, she grabbed Karlo's shorts off the foot of the bed, stuffed it in her mouth, and screamed with all her lung power! Karlo was thrilled that she seemed as excited as he was. Smelling and tasting the manly crotch fragrance on Karlo's shorts, she yelled and moaned into her self-imposed gag while she felt her channel resisting him every half inch by half inch as she settled on him! Fuck, this was hard! Her vagina was spasming around him! Karlo was delighted at the new sensation. She rocked back and forth violently to work the big cock in. This was taking forever! Was she tearing herself? No, but every once in a while her vaginago tired and gave way a little bit and it felt like it. Aaaargh it was tough to take! She wanted to give up and get to her feet but if she did she felt she wouldn't be able to look Karlo in the eye and besides, his dick was beginning to slide a little now -- maybe her desperate vag was starting to make natural lube. There was a big crampy spasm and things started to get better. In a minute, which seemed like an hour to her and a second to him, his prick started to slide into her a little more easily. Soon the cramping feeling had become an ache and then it became a sensation of merely being stuffed to the bursting point. She gritted her teeth and tried to relax and felt herself sliding down a little faster. Then she felt a little funny but familiar queasy feeling and she knew his dick was passing her cervix and pushing on its way to full depth. A few minutes later she was sitting on his balls, feeling stuffed. 

The semen was drying on her hair and skin and it felt tight and crinkly as she moved. Karlo thought it was so sexy, visible evidence of his lust for her. 

She kept rocking back and forth, afraid to rise up and have his dick push in again and sensing it wouldn't take long at all for Karlo to come again. By then Emily had started to juice and the feeling of being packed was starting to give way to their usual intense genital pleasuring. But it was too late. He was ready to shoot by now. Karlo bucked his hips, throwing her up and pulling out a little, and when she came down pushing an inch or two back into her. With a yelp he let loose and flooded her canal with another load, which squirted out when he thrust again into her tight pussy and dripped onto the bed. Finally, he was done and pulled out. She sat there, unsatisfied, sore, covered in old semen and feeling the fresh semen gush out of her stretched, wide-open pussy and onto the wet bedspread. 

"Emily," Karlo said "that was great! We should do that more often!"



Emily's Enterprise Ch. 05



It only took a few weeks for the police to bust Trixie, the hooker the partners had set up to operate out of their hotel. 

Emily was lying in bed, feeling her twat recover from a reaming Karlo had just given her when she heard a commotion down the hall. Karlo was sound asleep next to her. She stood up and as she went for her panties felt the semen start to ooze. She grabbed Karlo's shorts and shoved them between her legs as a pad, and held in place with her panties. She threw on the dressing gown she kept handy to cover her nudity when she had to go out in the hotel and ran down the hall. 

A policeman was leading Trixie out of the door, in handcuffs. Another cop was standing to keep back a small crowd that was forming. Trixie was wrapped in a terrycloth robe and wearing little else. The robe gaped at the front and her ample bosom was on display. When Trixie saw Emily, she gave Emily a surreptitious wink and then started yelling about her rights again. The cop leading her rolled his eyes. Later Trixie told Emily that she could have been let off! She thought the cop would have let her go if she put out for him but her yelling made the bust too publicly visible, so she didn't have to turn him down and make him suspicious. That's why she acted out in the corridor, to make sure they booked her. 

"What happened?" Emily asked the officer, knowing perfectly well and having waited for this moment for over a month. Whew, thought the policeman, getting a whiff of Emily's potent scent of fresh come and man crotch. Lady, take a shower! "Ma'am," he said politely, we found a prostitute working out of the hotel. We're taking her downtown. "Oh my," said Emily. "Who would have thought that could happen here? This is a decent place! Well, you have to do your duty!" She turned around and padded back to her room. The policeman looked after her and wondered for a moment if she turned tricks too. Naaah, he thought, she's too skinny and naïve to be a whore. Still, if she didn't stink he'd do her in a second. She's cute!

When she got back to the room (which she suddenly noticed, after being outside in fresher air, reeked of sperm and sweat) she called Kurt and Deidre to let them know that Trixie had been arrested. Kurt was of course ready to act as her lawyer as soon as he got the call and Deidre wanted to know all the details! Finally, she woke up Karlo but first Emily sprayed air freshener in the room and opened a window. 

There were many tense meetings around a table at Deidre's nightclub over the next several weeks. Karlo was not one of the partners but as the house bouncer he was vigilant in keeping people away from their table. Kurt had Trixie's bail set up ahead of time. She was arraigned, and Kurt's appearance in the courtroom representing her surprised the prosecution. Why was a high-profile lawyer interested in her case? The prosecutor and even the judge looked annoyed when she pleaded not guilty, since everyone just assumed that this would be a very easy case. A date was set for trial. The prosecution noticed that Kurt was not making any motions or doing any of the usual tactics to keep his client time. It was like he wanted to get to trial as quickly as possible, which was in fact true. Once they got to trial, the reason became clear: Kurt was arguing the most outlandish defense the court had ever heard! Was he serious? How could it be in the best interests of his client to base her case on an untested legal theory -- which nobody in the courthouse could believe when they heard it -- that commercial sex was legal on the property! 

What next? Zoning appeals for public nudity? Emily really liked that idea. She went nude pretty much wherever and whenever she wanted now because nobody minded a bit if she stayed nude all day. The church groups left in horror and never came back. Enrique kept a wrap-around dress behind the reception area in case she needed to go out into the lobby or outdoors but otherwise she did most of her work buck naked. She didn't usually dress for business meetings or even when she had appointments with visiting clients for special events, because most of which were swing club parties these days and they liked her that way. All the publicity surrounding Trixie had brought even more swing clubs, sex tourists, and one-nighters - in droves! The organizers just loved to come over to her office and watch her sitting cross-legged in front of them, showing everything she had. 

Life was a little restrictive, since she also lived in the hotel where she worked and her boyfriend worked just across the alley at Deidre's club. Sometimes she didn't leave the block or put on clothes for a week, streaking naked across the alley between the hotel grounds and Deidre's nightclub under cover of darkness. But she didn't mind not getting out much because Karlo boned her deep and hard two or three times a day and every day was an adventure at work. The food was good downstairs with the new chef, there was a health club in the hotel, she was meeting lots of attractive people who were saving her time by coming over to her office for some reason, and her big idea was playing out for real! What a rush!

Just as Kurt had predicted, Trixie was convicted. Superior Court ruled that she was in violation of city and state law and threw out the defense. Then things started to get interesting. Kurt filed an appeal on the grounds that the court did not properly consider the defense theory and because the presiding judge had been a little free with clever remarks, he won the appeal and there was a new trial. A stern faced judge delivered another guilty verdict and Kurt appealed again, this time to the state Supreme Court, on the grounds that this was a constitutional issue arising from the foundational laws of the state in 1850. It took months but the Supreme Court of California finally agreed to hear the case! Kurt worked night and day for weeks, letting other work at the firm slide, until he was ready to present oral arguments before the justices in Sacramento on the big day. There were church groups picketing out on the street! Every California daily had reporters there. Even the big Eastern newspapers covered the story! He was eloquent, logical, and lawyerly. The justices asked a hundred questions, so many Kurt almost didn't finish. But both sides got through the arguments without losing their solemn demeanor. The justices retired. In a few months, after serious deliberation, they would hand down their decision. 

Three months after arguments were heard, Nuszsaecker called an emergency meeting in his office in downtown LA. As usual, Emily sat naked and cross legged on the conference table, twat on display, facing the window, sunlight streaming on her pale skin. Everyone noticed that since she and Karlo had paired off her she had trimmed her pubic hair into a heart and that her pussy looked a little pinker. The beautiful and voluptuous Deidre was dressed in a tight, very short knit dress with a scoop top that showed her spectacular figure and bosom. She was not even pretending to be business-like anymore because she wanted Nuszsaecker to focus on her, his longstanding mistress, now that his wife was threatening to move out. Kurt and Nuszsaecker's CFO were the only ones in the room fully dressed. Kurt had an erection but the CFO was gay. 

Nuszsaecker breezed in and walked toward the head chair, patting Emily's bare shoulder affectionately as he passed. He sat down, facing and looking down at her pussy. He noticed that she had shaved her pubic hair into a heart since the last time he saw her

After a brief pause to enjoy the view, he got straight to the point. "It's all coming down to a roll of the dice. If the Supreme Court goes our way, we're not necessarily golden. We got the only legal brothel outside Nevada in the country and maybe we'll get rich off it. But we could just as easily get slapped with a bunch of lawsuits for giving people VD or false advertising if they don't like the whores or for facilitating felonious paternity if someone gets knocked up under false pretenses. If the Court doesn't go our way, all we've got is a cheap hotel." Emily didn't think that was fair. The hotel was actually making money thanks to her sales acumen and Enrique's tight management. But it wouldn't make billions without prostitution, that's for sure. 

"Now I'm rich and you're not." Nuszsaecker continued. "I can take a loss. So I'm going to make you a deal. I'm going to offer you some insurance." What he didn't say was that the rest of them would only lose sweat equity -- and they wouldn't lose much at all because the hotel was actually getting to be profitable - because only his money was tied up in the deal as it was now. Deidre had an idea what was coming. She was right. "I'm going to take a big gamble here. I'll pay you for your share so you can get out now. Now I know Kurt here will do the best he can," Nuszsaecker tipped his head toward the country's most distinguished attorney for the sex industry and defense of vice crimes as if he were a neighborhood divorce lawyer, "but we have to face the fact that it could go against us. I'll buy each of you out for ..." and he named a figure that was very high for 1978. "Now I don't want you to make up your mind right now. But let me know if you want to leave the game while you're way ahead or take your chances!" What he meant was that he saw the prospect of all those billions for himself. A huge resort development, maybe even a theme park, built around the one patch of land where prostitution was legal in the largest and richest state in the US! "And I'll sweeten the deal even more. I promise you that if you sell and -- against all odds," he was laying it on thick, "-- we win, I'll give you high-paying executive jobs in the legal prostitution business so you'll still benefit. If we lose, you'll have your money and I promise that Emily can keep her job at the hotel if she wants it." 

The other three partners looked at one another, scowled, and said, at the same time "No way! We're going all the way with this!" and "This is our big chance -- we're not going to lose it!" and, from Emily, "Hey! This was my idea and I'm going to see it through!" Nuszsaecker shrugged. He was expecting this. 

"Well, think about it," Nuszsaecker insisted. "This is not a sure thing -- it could go sour on us. I'm offering you big money now and a guaranteed job if it happens, and you don't take any risks later. That's a pretty generous offer!" No it wasn't. He wanted the profits all to himself, of course! He wanted to buy them out now so he would have 100% later. "Well, that's all I have to say. Offer expires at the end of next week. You can all agree and I'll buy you all out now equally at 25% if you all sell together or I'll buy any of you out separately at 20%. Just think about it and call me!" He and his CFO got up to walk out. As he passed Emily he put his hand on her upper thigh and, while it lingered a moment too long, said "Love your new twat!" She was so pleased. 

The three remaining partners stayed in the room and looked at each other. They suppressed a giggle while they looked around the room theatrically. Finally Deidre spoke. "Well, Nuszsaecker has something he wants to discuss with me so I'll be staying. His driver will bring me back to the club." Kurt said, "I've got to get back to the office." Then he raised his voice slightly. "And we really have to stick together and reject his offer. This is our idea and we should reap the rewards!" Emily raised her chin and said loudly, "Yes! I feel the same way! Even though I am a young woman and have little money saved, I want to be part of this big and exciting opportunity! It will not come again! Still, I wish I had more cash in my bank account so that I could go back to school and get a degree." When she stopped, they were all quiet and avoided looking in each other's eyes so they wouldn't giggle. 

Emily got up and scooted her bare white butt across the conference table to get down. Deidre noticed the steam and a few drops on the glass where she had been sitting and thought maybe Emily was getting aroused. "Are you showing off again today?" asked Deidre. Emily confirmed that they had a porn shoot scheduled for this morning, as long as they were going to be in the building anyway. Emily and Karlo had been models for eight film segments now and four or five times for still shoots for Nuszsaecker's various magazines. She had become an overnight porn star to readers of Oversexed and Underdeveloped. Emily was graduating from just showing herself to wanting people to watch her be sexual! 

Karlo came into the room at that moment, saw his girlfriend, and bent down and kissed her, obviously with tongue, and ran his hand over Emily's tits in front of Kurt and Deidre. These crazy kids! Deidre's look seemed to say. Karlo and Emily held hands as they went through Nuszsaecker's executive suite to the clothing-optional elevator and took it to the 14th floor, where who should they encounter in the corridor but Trixie! The girls hugged, breasts touching, and kissed. Trixie's hand lingered on Emily's bare arm as they caught up on news. 

"I'm doing a photo shoot," Trixie said, excited, "for a spread in Hooker World on prostitutes who love their work! I'm so excited! It's great advertising!" Trixie had moved out of the hotel after the bust and receiving her financial bonus for a successful arrest under the table. The bust and trial had brought her so much notoriety that she had become the favorite whore of the Hollywood jet set! She was now working as a high-class call girl to the stars. Emily was so glad that things had turned out well for her since the arrest. She looked good, too, wearing tight jeans and an open sweater baring her tits -- no bra. The redhead seemed to have graduated to an E-cup and to have lost a little weight. She looked sexy as hell. Trixie embraced her again and kissed in parting, her hands behind Emily's back gently pushing her modest boobs into Trixie's abundant chest. 

Gisella, their regular prep artist and fluffer, was waiting for them, topless as usual, sitting on her usual stool in the prep room outside the studio. Emily greeted her with a deep kiss and a hug, nipple to nipple, that pushed both their breasts out. Emily was surprised when Gisella gave her a second kiss when Karlo wasn't looking. 

This was just a photo shoot, so it was relatively simple. After the usual sponge bath, touch-ups, and genital makeup, Gisella laced Emily in a frilly black corset. Emily did not see the point at first, because she was slender to the point of being skinny and her waist was narrow already. Then Gisella was pulled it tight, squeezing her waist and lower chest, making her form into an impossibly severe hourglass and pushing her up so high it looked like she had real tits and could spill out. Her nipples were showing over the top. Emily felt like she couldn't take a breath -- at first it was frightening! Then she learned to take little short breaths but that made her lightheaded. It was such a new experience, though. She felt like her body was being used like a dress-up doll. It was so hot that people wanted to look at her that way!

She could barely walk and finally she sat down, spread legged, on the high stool, leaning over slightly to breath. She felt like her body shape was completely controlled by another person, for their selfish pleasure! That idea was so hot! 

Karlo was dressed like a late Victorian gentleman, although he was too large and muscled to look like the effete aristocrat they had in mind when the writers wrote the script. The only thing unusual about his costume was that his pants were cut away at the crotch, so his cock and balls were exposed. When he saw Emily dressed in the corset, his penis swelled up while the two young women watched. He loved the extreme look of her, with that new tiny waste and a new look to the tits he already loved. He was fully erect in no time! 

In the studio the lights went on. The photographer had arrived and was ready for them. Gisella led Emily and Karlo into the studio, where the stage was set with furniture to look like an English or French drawing room. At the center was a "day bed", one of those heavily upholstered couch-chairs that women used to lie on all day, fanning themselves. Emily knew perfectly well that she was going to be on that bed, with a penis inside her, orgasming within an hour, with people watching! It made her pant more to think of it and that made her feel short of breath again. The lights felt hot on the bare skin of her shoulders and her tits. 

But first, Gisella put them through their paces. She started with Emily sitting back in a chair with her hips thrust out and Karlo kneeling in front of her, concealing his genitals from the camera for the moment, staring at the beauty of her pubes while he pushed her legs apart with his hands. He took a deep breath, inhaling her fragrance. He kissed her once in the groin, then many times, and started to lick around but not on her pussy and kiss her mound all over until he heard her moan a little. Then he took each of her labia in his mouth and sucked for a minute or two, pulling them back and watching them snap back into place. He took them between his fingers and pulled them apart, so the entrance to her vagina was unobstructed. He took another deep breath, of her essence. Then he pushed his tongue as deep into her as he could and tasted her still-scanty secretions to test her. He knew from experience that this particular taste meant that she was ready for the next step. Emily had her eyes closed and her hands under her breasts, trying in vain to help herself take a deep breath as the hot lights warmed her face, thighs, and exposed upper breasts. 

Emily jumped a little when Karlo ran his tongue over her clit hood - it was so delicious! He burrowed the tip of his tongue right over the little pearl and then back down to her tunnel, then back up again. Then he concentrated on her clit for a very long time, making her squirm with pleasure -- in that tight corset she felt like she was being squeezed into his mouth! She juiced and he could feel the texture and taste of her secretions change.

He picked Emily up and laid her down on the day bed. She was gasping now, both from excitement and trying to take a full breath. He loomed over her, his exposed cock long and very hard, in a well-practiced move he mounted her and she took it. It was heavenly for Karlo -- very wet and very tight, even tighter than usual, because Emily was a small woman and her internal organs were being pushed down. It was a funny sensation for Emily, too -- she felt that her pelvis was even more stuffed than usual because the tight corset was pushing her organs down and his big cock was pushing them back up! She felt lightheaded because she couldn't breathe easily. Her nipples, pushed up and over the top of the corset, were rubbing on the satin of his elegant waistcoat. Then the photographer made a sign to Karlo and they shifted position so that Emily was on top (and easier to film). He liked that because he could see her extreme, altered figure better and hold her narrowed waist in his hands. Sitting up also made it a little easier for her to breath, especially on her upstroke when she was pulling away from him. They fucked that way for a while and Karlo could see that she was very close. He pushed her up and off and got behind her in the doggie position. Emily thought she might go unconscious for a moment but she had an orgasm instead -- intense, deep, strange, and very different! Karlo felt her vagina contracting around him and lost it himself, flooding her with his big load and watching the white foam form as he churned it before his erection softened. 

When Emily became aware of her surroundings again, she was lying on her back, gasping for breath. She remembered Karlo lying on top of her and being turned over. Someone had spread her legs. The photographer had moved in for a close up because the semen was running out of her now, helped along, she thought, by pressure in her pelvis from the constricting corset. It was running between her legs and dripping onto the brocade of the day bed, forming a clear white puddle. Karlo was standing behind the photographer, looking dazed, and Gisella was carefully wiping off his penis clean with a moist towelette. "Will someone get me out of this thing?" Emily wailed. When Gisella was done with Karlo, which involved licking his member to be sure she had not missed anything, she came over and got Emily out of the constricting garment. Emily took deep breaths for a long time before she felt she had enough air. 




Emily's Enterprise Ch. 05



When they had gone, Gisella put the film in a courier bag with instructions to rush the prints to Mr. Nuszsaecker as soon as the film was developed.



Emily's Enterprise Ch. 06



It took the court six months to announce its decision. In the meantime the hotel was making money hand over fist with sex clubs and tour groups, but nothing like it would if they could turn it into a legal -- perfectly aboveboard! -- house of prostitution. No risk of arrest, no raids, no hassles. Just commercial sex served all varieties and kinks. 

The decision was delivered to Kurt, the lawyer, by courier before it was released to the public. 

When they heard the news that the decision was in, Emily and Karlo were taking a little after-sex nap. Emily was feeling a bit soggy from taking Karlo's massive load. They took a shower together, with more than a little affectionate groping, but there was no time for serious fooling around. Emily liked to streak across the alley from the back of the hotel to the club but she only did that late at night; she kept a pair of panties over there to put on once she got there because the liquor license commission banned total nudity except onstage. But was early afternoon and there were too many people around to walk around outside in the nude. Besides, these days there were too many police stakeouts around watching the hotel and Deidre's club, looking for any little infraction. So this time Emily reluctantly put on clothes. She wore a deeply scooped top with no bra -- her small, firm breasts didn't need one -- and a loose skirt with no panties. Her nipples poked through the top and if she leaned over all of her breasts were on display. 

Together they went across the alley to Deidre's strip club to find out what happened. Kurt wasn't there yet so while Karlo, the hunky bouncer, attended to some things, sweet innocent Emily spent time chatting at the bar with the regular afternoon customers who had adopted her as their favorite since her inaugural amateur strip a few months earlier. (The other strippers didn't mind because she made the men horny and they got more action and bigger tips when she was in the bar.) The men kept figuring out ways to trick Emily into leaning over. Or to pull up her skirt so they could see her blonde pubic hair cut into a heart shape for Karlo, and admire the twat they loved so much. She fell for it every time. 

Once Kurt arrived, they moved to a booth in the corner where they could all hear the news privately. As soon as they were settled, Karlo put his hand up Emily's skirt up and started rubbing her while they talked. He was glad to sit in on these business discussions now and not just help out as a driver. He had been kept in the dark about the details of what they were planning, and he felt left out, but it was done to make sure he didn't say anything to give it away by mistake. Kurt read the decision to everyone. 

They lost their case. The Supreme Court of California ruled that Trixie was guilty as charged and that there was no right conferred on the owner of that property to engage in commercial sex conferred by a law passed in 1850 that recognized legal prostitution as an inviolable right unless the owner changed land use. Apparently, they had agreed to hear the case for the entertainment value and took so long writing the opinion because they were really having fun with it. Years later, in his memoires, the Chief Justice would write that he had never seen such a "creative" argument for something that was so clearly wrong. 

The three partners and Karlo broke out in gales of laughter! Time to celebrate! They had lost! No one would make billions of dollars in legal prostitution in California! They laughed and smiled ear to ear and clinked their glasses in a toast to the absent Nuszsaecker! 

Because Nuszsaecker had been left holding the bag! They had figured out months ago that Nuszsaecker would offer them a buyout on his terms to get control. Deidre knew all along that Nuszsaecker would want to grab it all for himself -- that was his nature. Emily used her new real estate license to discover that he had already bought every other lot on the same block except the one Deidre's club stood on, and most of the lots on the street facing the hotel. Kurt figured out in Sacramento that they weren't going to win when he heard the chief justice and the associate justices of the Supreme Court of California break out in uncontrolled laughter the moment they were out of sight behind the curtain. 

So, after everyone had said loudly in the conference room, knowing Nuszsaecker had it bugged, that they would never sell out, each of them called Nuszsaecker one by one later that week asking for more money for their share than he had offered! Emily called first, pretending that she needed the money to go back to school but she still wanted to keep her job at the hotel part-time because it was so much fun! Where else could she work nude? Emily thought at the time that if Nuszsaecker hadn't been blinded by greed, he would has seen that her argument was weak because two million dollars was more than enough to get a college degree, even in 1979. But Nuszsaecker bought into it! Emily never suspected that he had another reason. 

Kurt was more demanding. If he was going to give up a chance at billions, it had to be worth his while! Nuszsaecker bought into it! 

The gorgeous and enticing Deidre played on her years as Nuszsaecker's mistress. She told him that she had had big problems ever since this thing started. Since her name was on the deed for the hotel, the police had started watching her nightclub. There was surveillance of people coming in and out and she thought she had spotted a few plain-clothes detective mingling with the customers. Her regulars couldn't have a quick fuck or a blowjob in the VIP room anymore without fear of getting caught and her girls didn't dare turn a trick in the alley anymore. It just wasn't like the old days! The club had changed too much. She couldn't run it with the freedom (to skim from the cash receipts) and sexual abandon she had enjoyed for all these years. Nuszsaecker bought into it! 

Deidre wanted Nuszsaecker to pay them all an equal share but to top hers off just a little so she could buy a resort property in the Islands, for her years of devoted service to his dick. The resort had gone bankrupt and was on sale cheap but all it needed, really, was a good business manager, a little investment, and a draw to make it different from the others  sex was the magnet she could provide, her own and the girls she would bring with her. Nuszsaecker was not happy. He had to spend more money and this meant that his mistress of 20 years was moving away, but after she made a casual remark he quickly agreed! She merely mentioned the nice time she had at lunch the other day with Nuszsaecker's wife, a beautiful young trophy wife he kept under close observation by his chief of security, personally. Mrs. Nuszsaecker told her how hard they had tried to have a child, especially a boy heir, and how Nuszsaecker blamed her for not conceiving. He made her feel like a breeding mare that couldn't foal. She wasn't a horse, priced by her fertility and pedigree! Not at all! She was a professional wife, eye candy and a clothes horse, valued by how good she looked, her father's status, and the wealth of her husband. She had her pride. 

But Deidre was not heartless. Nuszsaecker asked and she promised to do him one last important favor. She would carry a message and a question to the right person for him. 

The night went long and the rest of the bar knew that some party was going on but they had no idea what it was about. Karlo went back to work as the bouncer and with him around the customers kept their distance although they stared, as always, at the gorgeous Deidre and Emily, their favorite amateur, almost the club mascot. Emily had taken her clothes off again, except for frilly red panties. Deidre insisted that she keep panties on because she didn't want trouble with her liquor license. All the men in the bar found excuses to touch her when she walked to and from the bar or the ladies' room and she didn't try to stop them. She loved the validation that people found her sexually attractive! 

Around midnight, Deidre announced that she had an important promise to Nuszsaecker that she had to keep. She had promised to do Nuszsaecker a favor, just to show that she still valued their relationship and his friendship. She would convey a special, confidential request from him to the young woman she now faced. "Emily," she said, in front of everyone, including Karlo, who had come back to his seat and was groping the young woman again, " I have a gift and a message from Nuszsaecker!" She lifted a small gift-wrapped box from the floor and presented it to Emily, who squealed in delight. It was a film compilation of all the sex scenes she and Karlo had done for Nuszsaecker's company! 

Emily accepted the gift gladly but wondered what did Nuszsaecker want in return? While she thought this, Deidre said "You know, he watches your clips right after you film they come back from the developing lab -- the same day you film them! He looks at your pictures and runs the films in slow motion, especially the close ups of you and Karlo fucking. I've seen him sketch your breasts with a pencil on a notepad and it looks just like you. I've seen him sketch your pussy and it looks pretty close, too, but he gets the heart shape of your pubic hair lopsided." 

"Emily," she said, looking her in the eye. "He's been watching you have sex in his films and looking at your pictures for over a year. He fantasizes about you when he's not fucking me. Giving you these pictures and your films is his way of telling you that he thinks you are erotically stimulating to look at, esthetically attractive, sexually desirable, and probably fertile. He wants me to ask you some very serious questions. Would be willing to have sex with him three times a week? Would you be willing to have his friends join in? Would you be willing to let him knock you up, and bear his child? In short, would you take over from me as his mistress and also give him a male heir? Remember, before you answer, that he is the world's richest pornographer: he can do a lot for you. And I can tell you from personal experience that he keeps it up better than most men his age." 

Emily was taken aback by these unexpected questions but it did not take her long to answer. "I would rather have anal sex with a rhinoceros," she said. Deidre nodded in deep understanding. Having had sex herself with Nuszsaecker for 20 years she knew the comparison was apt. 

"I know what you mean, dear. But he still needs a woman to give him a kid. I've been telling him since I turned forty that I didn't get knocked up because I probably wasn't fertile any more. He still wants me to do it. I never told him my tubes were tied because I didn't want him to take his dick and his pocketbook somewhere else. I'm too old to give him little bastards. So he thought maybe you would be interested." While they were talking, Karlo was thinking about anal sex with Emily and what it would be like to be a rhinoceros. 

Trixie had joined them about an hour before, and now she chimed in. "I wouldn't let him make me pregnant but I'm willing to be his mistress! Hell, I can fuck a rhinoceros! It'll just cost him a fortune." Deidre agree that this was a half solution to Nuszsaecker's problem. Maybe he could find a surrogate breeder somewhere else and Trixie could do the rest. Or maybe Trixie could subcontract. 

Karlo was sent to find the club's movie projector and set up a screen on the stage. Around 1:00, after the customers got comfortable in their seats, they rearranged the tables and put chairs out so everyone could see. They had an impromptu movie festival, starring Emily and Karlo! Emily sat front and center on Karlo's lap, as he felt her up in front of everybody. Of course, she had performed in all of the clips but she hadn't seen the final cuts. 

The films were good quality -- Nuszsaecker's studio was first rate. There were clips of Emily in various poses, showing off her smallish but firm breasts, touching herself, masturbating, and clips of the two of them together, kissing, stroking and fondling each other, Karlo fingering Emily, Emily playing with Karlo's big balls, sucking, Emily putting as much of Karlo's long dick in her mouth as she could, Karlo nibbling Emily's cunt lips and running his tongue over her clit until she screamed. Emily and Karlo were kissing in front of the club audience for real now, turned on by this film memory of their past lust, and Karlo knew she was very aroused because she was wet on his leg. There were the long clips of sex on the cloud bed and the time that Emily wore a tight corset that cut off her air. Then the last clip of all, done just last week. 

In it, Emily and Karlo were on a starkly simple set with a huge round bed. At the beginning, they were each wearing white loincloths, nothing else. Karlo's was bulging with his huge package. Emily's was hanging low on her slender hips, showing her hipbones and the creases in her groin, barely hiding her pubes. Their bodies had been oiled, Karlo's massive torso and muscular physique rippled in the lights. Emily's little frame and firm breasts glistened. In something like a dance they approached the bed from opposite sides, circled it, and then climbed on their knees across it towards each other, where they embraced and kissed each others' tongues for the camera. Then Emily turned around facing the camera and Karlo stroked her breasts, pulling gently on her nipples until they were visibly erect, all the while kissing and nibbling on her neck. She leaned into him and pushed out her pretty tits toward the camera as he bent down to kiss her and put his big, strong hand on her belly just above the loincloth, stroking it in circles and moving inexorably downward. The top of the loincloth was pushed down below her pubic hair now, thin, blonde, and trimmed in the shape of a heart. 

The audience could look over and see that Emily was sitting forward on his lap and that his hand was on her flat young belly again, just like on the screen. His other hand was in her lap. 

On screen, the lovers were concentrating on Emily's pleasure at showing herself. Her loincloth was pulled to one side and he was showing the camera her pretty little pussy, with its pale skin and contrasting pink pussy lips, her moist, glistening entrance, and the little pearl under her hood which showed when he pulled her open. Then his fingers got busy! He curled his fingers and started stroking the inside of her and judging from her moans and motion he must have been right on her G-spot. 

Karlo, watching the movie, remembered the moment well: how tight Emily's pussy was at that moment and how it seemed to relax as he stroked the firm, rough spot at the front of her tunnel. He wondered if they could recreate the moment and so in front of everybody he pulled her legs open and put his finger at her entrance. Emily froze. It was one thing to be naked among friends and bar admirers and to let them see her body but did she really want to be sexual in front of them? She thought for a moment and under the influence of Karlo's finger, which was inside her now and rubbing her just right, decided she did. After all, why not show off sexually for friends and neighbors, why just strangers? She had trouble concentrating on the screen for the next few minutes as Karlo played with her genitals. 

On screen, Emily came to a quick orgasm and the entire bar audience watched raptly at the image of her losing control, thrashing around, and coming with a loud moan. Every dick in the place and many nipples were hard that night. In the film clip, Emily took a while to calm down and then Karlo removed her loincloth entirely. She turned around and took his loincloth off, revealing his huge penis and oversize balls to the camera. (The audience was very impressed and the bar girls were suddenly jealous of the small-breasted amateur.) She bent over and the camera focused for a moment on her sweet pink anus and the rear view of her now-wet pussy, while she got into position to lick him. 

Meanwhile, on the chair, Karlo had been playing with Emily's pussy. He had two fingers up her now and was rubbing her clit with the other hand while she watched herself get the same treatment on the screen. It didn't take long for her to come in real life and all heads turned toward her as she gasped and shook on Karlo's lap, shuddering with a loud moan. She had just climaxed noisily with no clothes on in a bar in front of 50 people! She leaned back and Karlo put his hand back on her belly, holding her possessively. Triumphantly, he held up his other hand and showed everyone his fingers -- wet! The audience applauded madly! The men in seats closest to the couple could smell a whiff of clean pussy scent! 

While Emily recovered, the audience turned their attention back to the film. The lovers were both naked on the big bed now and Emily had just licked the length of Karlo's dick since she could only get the end of it in her mouth, it was so big. All the while her little hands were lifting and playing with his egg-sized testicles, stimulating the juice that would be soon be inside her. Karlo rose up and pushed Emily gently on her knees, naked white ass in the air, which he stroked. He ran the tip of his dick up and down her pussy from the rear for for a long time, getting her hot again, until he suddenly leaned forward and pushed into her. The audience gasped! Emily gave a strangled cry out in the film and made fists, gripping the bed cover. It took Karlo three or four thrusts before his long dick was in her and every movement was lovingly shown in close up on camera. The big man just had to move his hips and the little woman's whole body moved. 

Emily, coming around to awareness again, vividly remembered that scene on the screen. She had felt like a puppet on a stick. Oh -- she felt Karlo raising her hips and reaching under her. Oh, no -- he was unzipping his pants! She stared straight at the screen and didn't give it away when she felt him pull out his penis and set her back down on it. To the casual observer, she was just sitting on his lap, naked. But the closest people to them, like Deidre and Kurt, knew what they were doing because Emily grunted under her breath as she pushed Karlo's big dick into herself. 

But then there was dramatic change in the action on the film clip. A second woman came into view, with ruddy skin, red hair, and a generous bosom! She had long legs and a pretty face and her pussy was shaved. Trixie! The double action started with Emily fondling Karlo's balls while he thrust in and out of Emily. Then Emily got up on all fours and Trixie kissed her, deep and long. Then, Trixie reached under her and pulled her nipples, trying to make Emily's modest breasts jiggle. Then Trixie lay down in front of Emily and pushed her head down onto Trixie's pussy. Emily's first sex with a girl on screen! That went on until Emily broke into a shattering climax again, as Karlo kept thrusting. When he pulled out, Emily fell forward onto Trixie and the larger girl held her and stroked her, and rubbed her well-used and sopping wet pussy. Then to the surprise and delight of the audience, Trixie put her fingers in her mouth and tasted Karlo! 

In her seat in the audience, Emily didn't remember that part but she wasn't remembering much right now. With Karlo's hands bracing her, was trying to keep her upper body still while she rocked her pelvis and moved it in circles to feel Karlo's cock move deep inside her.

On screen, Karlo still had a huge, unsatisfied erection and with Emily out of the action he had turned his attention to Trixie. She had taken Emily's place under him in the doggie position and in contrast to Emily, Trixie's heavy, full tits were swinging rhythmically under her as he thrust away. At one point she seemed to stiffen and her face froze into a smile and it ws a good bet that Trixie had come, even though Karlo had only been boning her for a little while. But Karlo was already on the edge and full to overflowing when Trixie first came into the scene, so now it was long past his turn to come and he was aching for it. He pulled out of Trixie's cunt and flipped her over. As the camera caught it all, with Emily lying next to them, watching, Karlo squirted over and over again on Trixie's hair, face, tits, shoulders, and belly, one splash after another, until the white cream ran in big streaks down her neck and chest and into her lap, where it joined her own juices and puddled. It was a magnificent scene and again the audience applauded! 




Emily's Enterprise Ch. 06



Meanwhile Emily was getting very close to coming in real life but the movie was ending! She couldn't hold back, though, and just as the projector was turned off and the lights were turned back on, Emily braced her feet on the floor, pushed down, and screamed with massive orgasm that took her breath away! This time the audience saw her climax with the lights on and a beautiful sight it was. They gave her a second round of applause, for the movie and for the film. The audience seated closest to her caught a glimpse of the little wet smear on her thighs before she went to the ladies' room to wash herself. 

Trixie started entertaining the men at that point but a stern look from Deidre reminded her that Deidre's own girls had claim to any money changing hands and that total nudity off-stage and sex in the club was strictly forbidden unless the parties involved got away with it. For the rest of the night, men complemented Emily on her performance both on screen and in real life and bought Trixie drinks, hoping to score with her outside the club. But the regular club dancers made out like bandits because the men were so worked up they turned to the regulars for relief in the VIP room. 

Life continued more or less normally after that. Eventually Nuszsaecker sold the property he had bought around the hotel but still made a profit because the hotel upgrades had brought in business and improved the neighborhood. Kurt was now famous as well as successful and his law firm was turning away national business. Deidre bought the resort and moved the Islands. After auditioning Trixie, Nuszsaecker decided that she would do very well and set her up as his kept woman in a beautiful house in the Hills, conveniently on the way home from his office. Through Trixie, he got introduced into the Hollywood set and started financing legitimate movies. Karlo took over running the club for the new owner after Deidre sold it, at a huge profit because the customers were coming in droves -- it became the hottest place in the city because of amateur acts mixed with professional strippers and the sexiest VIP room around. The new owner, having made a down payment of one million out of her two, was Emily. Of course, Emily knew she would eventually settle down with Karlo and in the coming years they would make babies but not for a while yet. Owning the club meant she could strip and show off anytime she wanted and even fuck Karlo during business hours if she wanted. 

Karlo took Emily home to meet his parents, who lived in a small town near Bakersfield. They loved her (who wouldn't love such a sweet and innocent girl?) but they both had the same concerns. During their visit, his mother, a tiny peasant woman from the old country, skinny with wispy gray hair with some blonde streaks still showing, pulled Karlo aside and said, "Karlo, sweet one. She's so sweet and little. Like a little dainty flower." She paused. "Are you sure she can keep up with you?" 

Karlo looked down patted his mother on her head and said "Sure, Mom. She's really good in the sack." 

His mother flinched and asked, "She doesn't have hips and her breasts are small. How is she going to bear you many children and suckle them all?" 

"Don't worry about that, Ma. I'll give you a grandchild or two, just not for a while. When we do, she'll gain a little weight, fill out, and her tits will get bigger. In the meantime, sex with her is very nice." 

His mother replied, "Then I'm very happy for you, son." 

Not long after, Karlo and his father were alone in the garage working on his father's car when the older man said "Karlo, that girlfriend of yours is a real peach. She's cute as a button. Reminds me of your mother when I met her. But when you lived at home you were a breast man and she hasn't got much up top. You were a horny skirt chaser and pretty much ran through every stacked girl in these parts. Got one of them knocked up." (Karlo didn't know his father knew about that.) "Is she going to be able to satisfy you?" 

Karlo grinned. "Yeah, well, she loves it and we do it two or three times a day. Big dicks run in our family, and she's a tight fit but, you know, even tho' she looks like she'd break in two, she takes it and comes back for more!" 

The old man thought for a minute. "Is she a screamer?" He asked. "Your mother was back then." 

"Yes, Dad. She has to put my shorts in her mouth to gag herself or she'd be screaming so loud people would come running." "Well, son, go for it and you have my blessing. Just marry her before you have kids." 

"Thanks, Dad." 

"Oh, by the way son."

"Yes?" 

"Take her out to dinner a little more. She needs to put a little meat on those bones and grow bigger boobs."