Date: Thu, 25 May 2000 11:46:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Selena Anders Subject: margaret-36 "Mom, wake up Mom!" the scent of coffee was probably an even stronger wake-up call than Jessie's voice. Slowly I managed to open my eyes and look around. "Were did everybody go?" I asked, surveying the otherwise empty room. "Lana and Rendy had to go back to work last night, and Lana wasn't walking very steady. You sure must have had some fun! But now it's after 10, and we have a swarm of customers downstairs placing orders, and we need your help. So you bring your coffee and I'll shower and shampoo you. Let's go!" I gulped the strong black brew on the way to the bathroom, and Jessie's skillful fingers in the shower got me both refreshed and horny, the perfect frame of mind for selling lingerie. Today was scheduled to be underwear day on the runway; meaning mostly bras, panties, garter belts and bustiers. I allowed Jessie to dress me in a multi-colored bustier and panty set, with mis-matched stockings. Through the whole week, we had been pushing an image of EROS lingerie being kicky and fun, rather than the expensive lace from France, or the familiar old stuff from Hollywood. This set just glowed with fabulous colour, bringing the hues of the flower-child 'sixties generation to the lingerie of the new millenium. After the hologram swimsuit, it might have been the sexiest thing I had ever worn. As I descended the stairs to the show room, there were over a dozen potential buyers with order pads, inspecting the goods on the racks. Liz looked up from where she was showing two women a satin-and-sheer long aqua robe. "Yeah, Mom!" she greeted me across the room, and everyone turned to look at me. A few wolf whistles greeted me, only one from male lips, and then the whole room burst into applause. Of course, the lingerie was the real star of our show, but the cheers made me feel wonderful anyway. All of the girls were wearing totally revealing skimpy bra-and-panty sets, in a riot of colours with garter belts and mis-matched hose like me. If the customer wanted to cop a quick feel just before she signed a $15000 order, that was OK. My daughters both knew the art of cutting someone off with the deep-freeze look, and once I saw Ali respond to an overly familiar hand with a quick twist of the offender's finger. He backed off, but was still smiling as he ordered a thousand lycra bras. Time flew by, then suddenly the customers began to flow out of the showroom. The third and final fashion show was about to begin! I gave last-minute instructions to the girls, then headed out to my reserved seat near the podium. As I crossed the terrace I drew many admiring looks, even among this crowd who were celebrating by mostly wearing their raciest bras and panties, and of course the ever-present coolie hats. This show started with some of the big companies like Wonderbra and Maidenform; functional underwear without a lot new to show, but even they can't afford not to show up at the NLMA. Their models were precise C-cups, who looked and walked as if they were chiseled out of stone. Almost everything they showed was white, not our market at all. Then Mr. Sean Connery-sound-alike introduced the famous French Connection, the cream of high fashion French lingerie houses. The crowd leaned forward in anticipation, as a young man sporting a stereotypical gay lisp along with a French accent began to introduce the line. Their models were stunning, perfect 5'10" 34B-22-35 women with patrician faces and a way of moving that left no doubt they were the best. But the bras and panties didn't quite seem to sit right on those perfect bodies. A strap was twisted here, and a lace panel gnarled there. Something was definitely wrong, and this expert crowd knew it. Suddenly I knew what had happened. I had ruined their show myself. These were the very same bras and panties that I had chained together to tie up Simone, the model who had kidnapped Ali. Simone had thrashed and struggled like a maniac as I ate her pussy two nights ago while she was tied up with the finest lingerie France had to offer. So now all those lovely lacy undergarments were stretched and even torn completely out of shape. And the best part was that they couldn't even complain, without making the kidnapping public! I almost felt sorry for the French lingerie makers. Almost. Then the MC was introducing me, and I climbed the podium still wearing the multi-colored bustier with the mis-matched hose, and launched into my speech. "Ladies and gentlemen, as you all must know by now, underwear IS outerwear. Today's woman deserves to strut her stuff in her buff, and EROS is proud to lead the way, with sexy garments to turn on your lover in private or public. Take this half-and-half ensemble..." Liz came out of the dressing cabana, and the crowd gasped. She wore a pantyhose and sheer bra set, with the bra yellow on the right breast and green on the left. The pantyhose were the same colors, but reversed, and right in front there was a teardrop-shaped cutout to allow her shining blonde pussy curls to spill out. The cutout went from the waistband down to just above my daughter's slit, and suddenly the crowd realized that exposed pubic hair could be a fashion asset, instead of something to be shaved or hidden. Next, Jessie modeled a body-suit in pink and purple, but this one was missing the right leg entirely. Instead of a central seam up from the crotch in front and back, the edges were neatly finished so that her right outer labia was completely exposed, and the edge of the nylon disappeared into her slit. Above, the suit sported a demi-cup on the left, and nothing at all on the right. I was so proud that the unsupported breast remained at the same height and fullness as the other, with Jessie's pink nipples perfectly setting off the color theme of the outfit. Jessie and Elizabeth seemed totally transported by the applause. This was a concept showing, letting the lingerie industry know that from now on EROS would set the pace in innovation, and the crowd both knew it and loved it. As our strictly allotted 12 minutes came to a close, Liz stood on the end of runway island wearing a patent hip-high boot on one leg, a tiny sandal on the other, and a sequined lightning bolt that covered only one breast before diving into her crotch. It was all in electric blue, while Jessie wore a mirror-image set in deep shiny aqua. With the crowd on its feet and yelling for more, I stepped down off the podium and made my way to walk the length of runway island. Those people must have thought I was Valena, the designer, as they stood for me. My stunning daughters applauded too, and as I reached the end of the island where they waited for me, they threw me in the swimming pool. --------------- My little team relaxed in our showroom as the second half of the fashion show carried on. We sipped exotic rum punches, and celebrated the end of the high-pressure part of our adventure. Ali peeled the soaked bustier off me and helped me into my favorite lace robe, then sat on the floor and began to rub my feet. That felt so good, I just lay back in the deck chair with my robe open, and let her have her way with me. Meanwhile, Liz got behind me and began to rub my shoulders. Most of the professional buyers had stayed glued to their seats, since they were paid to see everything possible. But slowly some friends, both old and new, began to drift in. Zeta came in to offer her congratulations, and was only half joking when she asked if Jessie and Liz wanted to perform in a strap-on dildo fashion show. Jessie gave her a huge rum punch, and tried to return the dildo I had borrowed to fuck Sue. But generous Zeta wouldn't think of it. "Just remember me when you fuck someone with it, dear; and give her my business card!" Zeta dug into her beach bag and handed over a large bundle of cards with an address in London. Pleased with the gift, Jessie immediately strapped the ivory-colored tool on, then found a color match in a half-cup bra, garter belt and stockings. Jessie looked delicious, and I wasn't surprised when she and Zeta disappeared upstairs. Oh well, they both deserved their fun. Lana and Rendy dropped in, and with them was Lessa, the girl Natalie and I had met in the tide-pool (see Margaret #28). Lana said, "Margaret, and Alixia, I'd like you to meet Lesa, our receptionist with the amazing memory who told us where to find you, Ali." Ali leaped to her feet and threw her arms around Lessa, "Oh! Thank-you! You must be so smart! Whatever can I do to thank you?" Ali showered Lessa with kisses. Lessa started to protest that she really hadn't done much, but I interrupted, "You'd better let Ali at least give you a foot rub, or she'll haunt you forever. Now you two run off, and Ali, be back in an hour and a half." Ali gave me a big thank-you kiss, and the two girls ran out into the sunshine. "Sorry we can't stay. We're both on duty until tonight's orgy dies down." Lana told me. "Orgy?" I asked. Lana regarded me, with my daughter's hands moving from my shoulders down to massage my breasts. "Oh Yeah, the NLMA was here four years ago, and the Saturday night party took over the whole terrace, and things got pretty raunchy." They both shared warm kisses with Liz and me, before getting back to work. About an hour later, the level of noise from outside suddenly swelled. The show had ended, and the predicted party was beginning. The fashion show had ended and it was time to get back to work. My lovely Elizabeth dressed me in a sheer green bra, garter belt and silk stockings, all beautifully embroidered in an intricate ivy-leaf pattern. "Don't you think I should wear some panties?" I asked. "Don't be silly, Mom. We want to decorate you, not cover you up!" Liz responded, and I thought to myself that she had just put into one simple sentence the whole philosophy of the EROS Lingerie Company. Liz and I touched up our makeup and hair, and I grabbed an order pad, and stepped out into the bright sunshine of the terrace; leaving my daughter to hold the fort. I was greeted by a huge round of applause, and found that my state of un-dress fit right in amongst the celebrating lingerie workers. The free-flowing rum cocktails loosened the naturally tight wallets of the buyers, and I collected orders for thousands of dollars worth of lingerie. I felt a hand on my bare ass, and instinctively moved away. It was a male hand, and not my absent husband's. Another hand slid over my breast through my bra, but it was a female hand and I simply assumed she was checking out the fabric, or possibly the sewing quality. I enjoyed the anonymous caress as I wrote up an order for one each of all our swimsuits, for a boutique in Santa Barbara. I accepted the deposit check and stashed it in the back of my order book as the woman behind me slid a second hand around to cup my other breast, lightly pinching my nipples. Soft lips met the base of my neck, and a familiar voice whispered in my ear, "My boss wants to talk to you." I turned my head just far enough to see that it was Melanie who was playing with my tits, and remembering that her bosses were the lingerie and sporstwear buyers for Steinmetz, I didn't hesitate to go with her. Melanie fondled my bare ass as we strolled across the terrace, and I returned the favor by sliding a hand inside her bikini bottom. As I looked around, I could tell that Lana was right. Women everywhere were wearing even less than usual, and dancing to the reggae/calypso band tit to tit and pussy to naked pussy. There was no doubt that when the sun went down, the predicted orgy would ensue. At the luxury beach house, Melanie conducted me into the courtyard, and the first thing I saw was a familiar young woman tied to the wall with what looked like strips torn from a bed-sheet. The wall had spikes set in its top for security, and the shreds of cloth held her arms up toward them in a great Y. Below, her ankles were tied to either end of a deck chair that was between her and the wall, so she had to lean back slightly, with her legs parted as far as they would go. She was flushed, as if from exertion, so she must have been struggling to get free, and as soon as I came into view she called out to me, "Margaret! Tell them who I am! Tell them to let me go!" Of course I recognized lovely Katie from a few nights before, with her compact athletic figure, wild reddish-brown hair and magnificent tits. This time she was wearing a tiny black bikini, but the top was all askew so I could easily see her rosy little nipples. Close to her was a tall, handsome woman, perhaps a bit older than me. Her pale skin was set off by green eyes, and she had long straight hair that was a shade of deep auburn probably straight from a Clairol bottle. She stood at an artist's easel, with palette and brush in her hands, critically surveying her prisoner. As I approached, she turned to me, "We caught this woman snooping around, and asking all sorts of questions about the Steinmetz fall line; which is going to come mostly from EROS. She says she is just a reporter for some newsletter, and you can identify her. But I never heard of the newsletter, and it all seems suspicious to me." Melanie jumped in, "Margaret, this is my boss, Susanna. I'll just go and make sure the girls are OK." Then she was off, running up the iron stairs and into the house. I took the moment to look at Susanna's canvas, and saw a delightful painting of Katie, with her finely sculpted muscles straining against her bonds under the tropical sun. Susanna was definitely a talented painter. I was still admiring the painting when she asked me, "Well, do you know this woman or not?" I looked Susanna in the eye, and gave her just a hint of a smile. "I'm not sure. She looks a bit like someone I met a few days ago, but I'd need a closer look to be sure." Then, acutely conscious of my naked pussy and bare ass, I strolled over to where Katie hung helpless and spread-eagled. She looked at me imploringly, obviously wanting me to get her out of this situation, but I was forming another plan. I stood to one side of the helpless girl, allowing my hostess a good view as I reached behind her to untie her bikini top. It fell away, and Susanna's brush darted to the deeper pink area of her palette. I could tell that Susanna was getting as turned on as I was, and so was our prisoner who moaned as I began to play with her nipples. I pinched and pulled at Katie's throbbing little nips, as Susanna's brush danced against the canvas. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Katie began to moan, and I leaned over to take a hard tip of a tit between my teeth. My hand slid down her belly and invaded the privacy of her bikini bottom. She was totally soaked down there, and my middle finger slid easily over her clit, running down between her inner labia to the fountain of her passion. The sweet recess of Katie's fuck hole drew my fingers inside as if by magic, and she began to grind her clit against the heel of my hand. "Ohhhhh! Yesss!" she murmured as I began to finger-fuck her in earnest. My other hand moved to the side of her bikini bottom where it arched high over her hip, and with one sharp tug on the side, the little bow came undone. Melanie's voice came from behind me, "Let us get the other side." Suddenly she and the two little girls were all over Katie, licking and pawing at her massive tits, hard thighs, and tight trim ass. I didn't notice who untied the other bow of her bikini bottom, as it fell away to reveal her neatly trimmed pubes, and my hand with its fingers deep in her cunt. Natalie climbed up on the deck chair behind Katie and began to nibble at the older girl's neck, while she reached around to pinch Katie's nipple. Apparently she pinched rather hard, as Katie yelped in either pleasure or pain. Little Lori attacked Katie's other nipple with her eager mouth, and Melanie dropped to her knees between the prisoner's thighs. With that kind of attention, the writhing Katie didn't need any more participation by me, so I backed off to let the two little girls and their nanny have their way with her. Returning to Susanna's side, I licked at my fingers that had moments ago been playing with Katie's sopping pussy. "Yup," I reported, "She's definitely the reporter I was talking to before!" Again I gazed past the older woman's arm, and was surprised to see the direction her painting had taken. Little Lori was roughed in, but portrayed as if she was only 18" tall, clinging to Katie's hip with her legs as she sucked at a nipple. Susanna was painting an equally small Natalie, sitting astride Katie's shoulder, with an arm extended over Katie's cheek and her hand in Katie's mouth. Each figure glowed with eroticism, as Katie's face was contorted in a spasm of total lust. I looked up from the painting to see that that part was totally real. Moving behind Susanna, I reached around her waist and released the top button of her shorts. Slowly kneeling behind her, I pulled them down until Susanna stepped out of them with one foot. Leaving the shorts hanging loose around one ankle, I began to lick and nibble my way from her knees, up the backs of her thighs, toward her still-firm ass. Susanna took a step to spread her legs farther, but otherwise just kept on painting. Reaching up to grip Susanna's hips, I pressed my face into the crack of her ass, my tongue reaching for her anus. Susanna spread her legs even farther, as I began to give her a slow, wet rim job. I ran my right hand lightly up the inside of her left thigh until I encountered her soft wet pubes, and my thumb slid to the entrance of her vagina. There, I was surprised to find that the entrance to the woman's cunt was tightly clenched; which must have been heaven for any man who was allowed to penetrate there, and for me was only a temporary challenge. Keeping persistent gentle pressure against her powerful vaginal muscles, I renewed my tongue attack at her rear. Susanna began to moan, and her voice mingled with the shrieks of delight of the girls, the gasps of passion from their victim, and the slurping sounds of Melanie sucking at her pussy. With my mouth and nose firmly planted in Susanna's rear, I was making almost no sound at all. Slowly, the woman's anal sphincter began to relax, allowing my tongue to penetrate deeper inside her ass hole. I avoided touching her clitoris, knowing that such a contact would make her tighten up again. So I simply began to swirl my tongue around inside her ass, causing her to relax even more. I could feel the barrier at her cunt opening becoming softer. Finally I shifted my left hand to spread Susanna's ass cheek wide, and to allow me to jab my tongue deep into the woman's anus. Surprised, she relaxed her ass totally to admit my warm wet ministrations, and at the same time unclenched to opening of her cunt to receive my thumb. Suddenly I was thumb-fucking her furiously, with the base of my fingers banging hard against her clit, and in moments she came. A great gush of woman juice erupted from her cunt and sprayed all over my tits and belly and thighs as I knelt below her. Her knees began to buckle, and her palette and brush clattered to the pool deck. Susanna slid down into my lap, and I looked up at her painting. There was a diminutive Natalie sucking at Katie's toes, as a tiny Lori fingered her from behind. Kneeling on Natalie's back, a shrunken Melanie tilted her head back to lick up into Katie's exaggerated pussy lips. Another tiny Lori clung to Katie's thigh, with her little hand holding Katie's cunt open to allow Melanie's impossibly long tongue better access. A second Melanie clung desperately to the ankle of the Natalie who was perched on Katie's shoulder, hanging so that her pussy was exposed to the Lori on Katie's thigh. In all, the Katie of the painting was being swarmed by ten little Natalies, Loris, and Melanies; in a scene whose lewdness would have done credit to Bosch. It was easy to see that Susanna had lost her control just as she was painting the cumming of Katie. A trickle of white paint dribbled down over the kneeling figure of Melanie, then down Natalie's thigh to the edge of the painting, where it still dripped slowly on the ground.