Group s*x Uprising

CHAPTER ONE-1

CHAPTER ONE

A tall, slender girl with a prominent set of t**s and a sparkling smile came up to him. She was wearing a tight black sheath that did great things for her jugs and her hips. She held out her hand to him and he took it. Her eyes were large and gray and her teeth were very white.

"You must be Jim Carter," she said. "I've heard so much about you. I am Gabrielle Munoz. It is so nice to meet you."

He held her hand a bit longer than he should have, perhaps, but he was a bit dazzled. She was not wearing a bra and the thin fabric of her dress showed off her breasts in a very delightful way. He could see the n*****s when they hardened and jutted from their nests and it pleased him to realize that holding her hand had affected her. Her eyes became wary and just a bit interested in him.

"Can I get you something?" she asked. "Thank you, no. Someone gave me a drink and I seem to be quite all right now."

Her smile seemed to reach out and warm him. "You just got here, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yes. I came with Joe Gordon. He wandered off somewhere."

She nodded. "Yes. Joe is a very handsome man. He knows some of the girls here. He has favorites. Would you like to meet some of the girls? Perhaps you would like to make love to some of them?"

"It's that easy?"

She burst into laughter and helped herself to a cigarette from a box on a table beside her.

"Of course, Cheri," she said. "The girls are here for that purpose. This is a party, but, business will be done at this party, and one cannot keep one's mind on business if one is hungering for a lovely young person. That is sensible, no?"

"That is sensible, yes," he said earnestly. "Are you available, Gabrielle?"

"Not at the moment, Cheri. After all, this is my party. I have to keep an eye on things. Another time, perhaps?"

"Another time," he agreed.

She plucked his glass from his fingers and tasted it. She took a fresh drink from a passing waiter's tray and gave it to him.

"Shall we sit down and talk?"

"Can you?"

She glanced around and saw that her guests were beginning to enjoy themselves. She took his hand and led him to a long couch upholstered in a bright yellow fabric. There was much color in the house anyway and the carpeting was bright, deep colors, some red, some orange, some green, some black. He liked the house. It was crazy, but attractive.

"You have come down here to run things, I hear," she said.

She was sitting on the edge of the couch, turned so that she was facing him. He was staring into the deep vee of her dress, looking at her breasts, wishing that he could see the n*****s, the undersides, the whole thing. They were absolutely glorious. She saw what he was doing and her eyes were amused.

She put her hands in front of her bosom and the fingers curled, pulling the dress apart. She sat then, her gorgeous breasts bared for his inspection. She was smiling, delighted by his patent admiration.

He stared, aching with a quick desire to touch them, to handle them. She sensed his' need. Her hands caught his and she placed his palms over her breasts and pushed her body closer to him.

"I wish there was time for more," she said softly. "But you can get acquainted with me a little at a time. I like you, Jim Carter. I like you very much."

He fondled the sweet young breasts, enjoying himself. There were people around but no one seemed to be paying any attention to them. He bent forward and took one of her n*****s into his mouth. He was kissing it, touching its tip with his tongue. Her arms went around him and hugged him closer to her sleek, warm flesh. She was shivering and he was, too.

"We will f**k, Cheri," she said. "But, not right now. Another time. If you are in need now I will let you choose a girl and use one of the bedrooms. I do want to talk business with you, Cheri. But, who can talk business with a hardon?"

She let him go and he realized that his brief sojourn in paradise was ended. She smiled at him and wriggled her shoulders and her dress closed and hid her beauties again.

"Come along. We will go by the pool and you will choose a girl. Then we will talk."

He stood up and felt the pains in his loins, the stinging anguish in his too stiff c**k. She reached down and patted the bulge in his trousers and her smile became wistful.

"I would very much like to be the one-to help you enjoy that one," she said, "but I cannot do it now."

"But you do want to talk?"

She nodded and used her hands to pull the bodice of her dress into its proper position. "Yes, of course. I am Gabrielle, the decora- tor. You are Jim Carter, the new regional director for Belmont, Adams, and Carter, the gigantic advertising company. You are also very well known as an investment counselor. So, we must talk. That is why Joe Gordon brought you to my party. So now you will come with me and find a girl that you like and I will introduce you to her and she will take you to bed with her and when you are surfeited with s*x, she will bring you back to me and then we will talk."

He was not too shocked by her offer. And he did know a little bit about her. She was quite well known on the West Coast, a former motion picture set dresser and art director's assistant, who had gone on to bigger and better things.

The casual offer of s*x with any girl he might choose was not very unusual these days either. He went to many parties and some of them would offer airline hostesses who were making a few bucks on their time off, or girls from one of the local colleges. They were usually quite beautiful, quite eager for s*x, and they would all do the same things. A girl who was not yet an expert c**k sucker would not be invited. Those who were gifted with that type of talent were always very much in demand.

He went along with Gabrielle to the pool area and he stood for a time, sipping his drink, looking at the gorgeous young things in too scant bikinis. They wore tiny halters that barely covered their n*****s. The other part was a tiny triangle of satin that barely hid their s****l cleft, and the string that held it in place disappeared between plump young buttocks that were utterly bared, then hooked onto a satin beltlike arrangement that girded their midriff. One girl was wearing a slave belt, a chain of huge golden medallions. The strings that held her tiny triangle in place were hooked into loops at either side of the chain, and the G-string went between her buttocks and hooked onto the chain in back. It was quite an arrangement. He was entranced by it for a moment. The girl wearing it was a honey blonde and when Gabrielle glanced at him, probing, he shrugged. He grinned at her.

"I feel like I have died and gone to heaven. They are all very lovely."

She took his hand and squeezed it. "Take my advice," she said, "spend some time with Carla. She is a Finn and she is very beautiful. She is very much an eager s*x-partner. She will entertain you and have a good time, too. There is nothing she will not do. Be our guest and enjoy yourself for a while."

He balked. "Do I have to?" he asked. Gabrielle turned to look at him with a startled gaze.

"Of course not," she said. "I just thought that you would want to. Your friend, Joe Gordon, is already busy with a little girl that often comes to my parties' and I was worried about you being alone in a crowd of strangers." "It is nice of you to worry about me, but I can manage," he told her.

She smiled a bit ruefully. "I was making it all too easy?"

He nodded. "Something like that. Thanks, anyway, but no thanks."

"Let me introduce you to Carla, anyway. She is good company, even if you are not too eager to enjoy her charms. I will have to leave you and I won't want to worry about you wandering around all by yourself."

He went along with her and a moment later was standing in front of the beautiful young blonde girl. She was very blonde, her skin flawless, slightly tanned, and slick now with suntan oils. Gabrielle introduced him to the girl and Carla held his hand gravely, smiling at him with a full-lipped mouth. Her big blue eyes were smiling, too. He took quick inventory and admired her pert young breasts, beautifully shaped, springing fiercely from her chest like tiny coursers eager for flight. Her belly was flat, her thighs round, tapering into lovely legs. She was a glorious young thing and she seemed to know it.

"Hello, Jim Carter," she said. "It is nice to meet you."

"He doesn't feel like f*****g just now," Gabrielle said, smiling, "so, be nice to him. Maybe he will feel more like having fun a bit later on."

"Oh, he will," Carla said, wide eyed, solemn, "he will. I promise you he will."

"I promise, too," he said.

Gabrielle stepped close so that she could brush his cheek with her lips. "Till later, Cheri," she said.

She went back into the house and he stood beside the gorgeous young blonde girl, a nice-looking guy with lots of dark curly hair and a sports shirt and slacks. His feet were encased in expensive loafers and he was comfortable as he sat down at one of the umbrella-covered tables beside the big pool. The blonde girl sat down too and he found himself staring at her twin beauties. She smiled and helped herself to a cigarette from one of the trays on the table. A waiter wandered close and she did a thing with her brows and a sidelong look and he brought her a drink. The girl looked at him with a warm interested gaze. She had obviously become his girl to do with as he chose. She was going to make herself obliging. That was her attitude.

"Have you been down here long?" she asked.

"No. I've been here a couple of weeks. I like San Diego. And I like this place."

"Yes," she said. "La Jolla is a beautiful place."

It was late afternoon on a Saturday in early April and he was suddenly ill at ease with a very beautiful young girl. For a moment, he questioned the wisdom of coming to Gabrielle Munoz's after all, but, he had agreed to settle in San Diego for a while and try to get the Ambler account and some of the other lucrative accounts from manufacturers who were candidly locating their main offices amidst the beauty of suburban San Diego and La Jolla and some of the other swanky towns in the area, while they set up their plants and manufacturing operations in Mexico. That way they were taking advantage of the best of both worlds.

Ambler Enterprises, Incorporated, was the name of the parent company in a vast conglomerate structure and the main offices of each of the companies was in the vast office building complex on Shadowlawn Boulevard in one of the suburbs of San Diego. He had been sent to the local office and it was his job to acquire some of Ambler's business. A gigantic conglomerate, whose interests ranged from the cosmetics industry to aircraft and space probe spectrums, too, it was also a big partner in a computer conglomerate and he was beginning to believe that every product made or sold in America was affected in some way by Ambler.

There had been a trend established in the last five years, a pattern of great corporations moving close to the border so that they could take advantage of tax benefits that could be offered beyond the border as well as the nonunion labor force available, too. Ambler was only one of such companies and now the broad, panoramic landscapes and seascapes of southern California's coastline was dotted with the vast, modernistic office buildings. Some were far inland. They sprang at one from a clearing in a deep forest, or they sat in majestic splendor atop a mountain pass. In each ease, they were the last bastions of industry, with one foot in America and the other one in Mexico. And that way, they enjoyed the advantages offered by each.

And because the vast office complexes were in existence in the region, there were hordes of people moving in to man the desks and pound the typewriters and plot and scheme the vast nationwide advertising campaigns. And, it was those types he was hoping to do business with. Joe Gordon was a ease in point.