Date: Thu, 25 May 2000 11:46:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
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.
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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.