But Fred-or so Alicia called him-was talking:
"I can't believe you're turning down one of our finest saleswomen. Must be some kind of a first. Hardly anyone turns Alicia down-she's got all of us men running, trying to beat her records. She is good, believe me."
Gert's mind did some fast assessing. She could tell from the way they had greeted and touched each other and the jocular familiarity with which he had patted her bottom that the two salespeople had probably shared friendly drinks and maybe motel rooms during their travels in and around the area. Could be interesting, she thought. The quick decision she now had to make bothered her somewhat. She wasn't quite sure that threesies or girls were her bag. But then again, what was the old saying? Don't knock it until you've tried it.
"Well," she told Fred, "I did want to be able to give you my full attention but… if you don't mind… come in. Both of you."
She wasn't sure how to go about pulling off this whole thing, but she decided to play it by ear. Leading them to the living room, she excused herself to get some coffee for the group. After fixing the tray she stopped at the door, listening to the low-toned chuckles coming from the living room. Making plans for the evening, no doubt, Gert thought somewhat jealously. No matter, her plans were for right now.
She pulled the zipper of her jumpsuit open to reveal the tops of her full breasts and picked up the tray. Fixing a smile on her face, she joined the merry two. They were seated quite closely on the sofa, their heads bent toward each other as she entered. Quickly separating, Alicia explained that "they were just deciding who would get to sound off first."
"Actually though, Fred and I could easily give each other's story."
"Yes, we've done a bit of, er, rehearsing together," he explained, a slight leer on his face.
Gert noted with some satisfaction that the leer was directed at her exposed skin. She poured the coffee with a steady hand, leaning low over him as she extended the cup. Her breasts strained against the soft jersey fabric. Wondering whether he got her message, she then offered a cup to Alicia.
"Mind you, I'm not sure I'm going to do any buying," Gert said. "But I do like to try out things-different things."
Directing a wide smile at them both, she crossed the room and sat on the floor in front of the fireplace. She faced them, her long lean legs stretched wide apart in front of her, her breasts jutting straight out as she leaned back on the palms of her hands. "Now let's see what you have to offer."
Alicia opened her display case and spread some pamphlets pictures and products on the floor in front of the coffee table. She knelt on the floor in front of Fred, her bottom lightly touching his knees.
"We have some exciting new products, several of which I'm sure will-will, stimulate you."
"I'd be very interested in hearing about those," Gert said. She reached up and wound an index finger in the giant pull-ring of her zipper. She slid the ring up and down, playfully exposing more and more skin and then hiding it again.
Alicia turned and extended a long-white plastic tube toward the book salesman. "Fred, you know about this product line, don't you?" Gert did not miss the fact that her arm was now draped over his thigh, and her breasts were resting against his inner knee. He grinned. "The massagers, yes. Great little products, good for muscle tone. Mrs. Ross, you ought to try one." He took it from Alicia, opened the case and stood up. Scanning the room, he walked toward Gert. "Just plug it in right behind you. We'll show you how it works." The grin-leer came on stronger.
Gert inserted the plug into a wall socket and Fred turned the small vibrator on. "Try it on your face-for starters," Alicia suggested, as Fred handed her the throbbing white plastic implement.
Gert started stroking her face with the gently jiggling sponge-headed massager. She began at her temples, making slow arcing circles. Her eyes closed and her back leaned against the chair beside the fireplace. The vibrator-massager worked over her cheeks, her chin. Without opening her eyes she began working the appliance down her neck. Her thoughts had not missed the obviousness of the throbber. There was little doubt in her mind that it had been selected as item one for showing as a test. A Let's-get-right-down-to-basics test. So all right, she decided, let's do just that. All she'd do, if she were wrong about these two playmates, was embarrass them, not perhaps the sort of thing a perfect hostess does, but what the hell-they weren't really guests anyway.
Opening her eyes wide and looking levelly at them in turn, she smiled. As one hand pulled her zipper down to the base of her breasts, the other extended the still humming vibrator to Fred.
"If you're as familiar with this as you say, would you mind very much showing me how one applies it to other areas-such as these?"
Reaching into her jump suit she put an extended arm under her breasts and eased them from the fabric. She heard a very audible gulp from Alicia but ignored it as Fred took the massager from her eagerly and without a word brought it toward Gert's large breasts.
After all, what words were necessary?
Eyes again closed, Gert felt the marvelous tin gling sensation of the stimulator circling on her left breast. On the right one was a texture of a rougher sort-a masculine palm, she thought, gently squeezing her fullness.
"A nice product," Gert cooed. "Such a nice one."
The sound of Alicia's voice near her ear startled her. "Yes, our mini-model is useful, but we also have a larger model which can be even nicer. And it's battery-operated. Do you like it?"
Gert opened her eyes and found that what she'd thought was a masculine palm wasn't. In fact that masculine palm was already applying pressure to Alicia's clothed breast. A cupped yellow disc covered Gert's other breast and it too was vibrating. Alicia's hand held it in place.
"All very nice," Gert said. "But why don't we all get just a wee bit more comfortable? After all, I'm sure you both have rather extensive product lines to show." Gert reached up and pulled the zipper of her jumpsuit down to its end. Fred accommodatingly slipped it off her shoulders and trained the small massager onto her back.
"It's good all over the body," he whispered in her ear. "They both are."
Gert took the massagers from them. "I'll take care of these while you two get undressed," she said. She directed the phallus shaped tool at the top of her legs. Even through the layer of fabric it felt good.
Fred and Alicia unhurriedly shed their clothes, seeming to Gert not the least bit surprised by the turn of events. And how neat they both were, folding and draping their clothes so carefully. Well, they both had other stops to make, Gert guessed, although she intended to keep them occupied a very good part of the day. And she was going to teach them a thing or two-or, if they'd already thought of everything, at least they weren't going to call all of the shots. And there was no time like the present to assert her authority.
Alicia gasped. Standing directly in front of Gert, she had been pulling her blouse over her head at the very moment Gert applied the smaller of the two vibrators between the saleswoman's spread thighs and against her still panty-clad crotch. The gasp was followed by a second one as Gert applied hand-pressure from the rear and steadily moved the pulsing machine upward, forward and around. The blouse now hopelessly tangled among arms and hair, Alicia lowered herself to her knees with a spate of shuddering. Gert laughed. "Taking one's own medicine is only just," she cooed at Fred who, now completely unclothed, stood before her with a fully erect phallus.
She checked his forward movement toward her. "I'll get to you in a moment. First-"