"Scotch," said seriously. "It's always good to toast a conquest with scotch."
"O.K.," Bobby agreed, and turning to Paulette he added, "Your job is to get a bottle of scotch. You have to talk the delivery boy into giving it to you for free."
"But we have scotch here. I have two bottles!"
"Not that scotch," Bobby scolded. "We want free scotch!"
"Free?" She stared at him. "You mean-"
"Yes. But if you don't think you could do it?" he challenged.
"I can do it! But that's not the point!"
"You really think you could do it?" he asked quietly, his face a somber mask of doubt.
"Of course I could!"
"Have you ever done it before?"
"No! But-"
"Then how do you know you can do it?"
"I just know I could! But I don't understand why I should!"
"Because we want you to, that's why," Bobby said sternly. "Besides, you haven't heard the restrictions we are going to place on you."
"What restrictions?" she asked quickly, feeling something obdurate in her very nature accepting his open challenge.
Bobby recognized the look. "Tommy," he said, "call the liquor store while I tell her, huh?"
"Will do," he said shortly, getting the phone from the night stand and setting it comfortably on his lap.
"What restrictions?" she asked again, dubiously watching Tommy dial information.
"Just that we set a time limit of say five or ten minutes. And you have to position him so Tommy and I can grade your work."
"Grade my work!" she said incredulously. "I have to get a stranger to fuck me for a bottle of scotch in front of you two guys?!" She stared unbelievingly at them.
"No-no-no. You're not allowed to fuck him. We will be watching from the bathroom to see that you only give him head for the bottle. That's the last restriction, to see that you blow him even if he is willing to trust you for the bottle when you tell him you can't find any money to pay him. Ya got that?"
She didn't answer, wondering what she had gotten herself in to. She watched apprehensively as Tommy thanked the operator and dialed the liquor store at the corner, ordering a bottle of Johnnie Walker scotch to be delivered immediately. She couldn't believe she had allowed this to have gotten so far out of hand. She was sitting bewilderedly when Bobby pulled her to him and slid her down so she was level with his hard cock.
"Suck that for awhile," he ordered. "It will keep your mind off what is to come."
"This is crazy!" she exclaimed, wondering desperately how to stop this thing before she found herself kneeling before some delivery boy and sucking his dick for an absurd bottle of liquor.
"I think she is scared," Tommy said.
"I am not scared," she said, but her heart wasn't in it. The denial sounded flat, without conviction.
"It will be good experience for you," Bobby assured her, pulling her head to his cock and watching as his long prick disappeared between her soft lips. "You just keep sucking that for the next five minutes or so while you think of how you are going to seduce the delivery boy into exchanging a bottle of scotch for a good old-fashioned blow-job." He laughed loudly, watching her practiced mouth mold his hard manhood before saying, "Besides, after the way you handled Elliot Beaumont tonight I think you should be put in for a promotion. If you handle this delivery boy right I am going to move you into the Sales Department!"
She couldn't believe her ears. This was it, she thought wildly, rolling her tongue on his hard prick with a delicious desire to please, to repay him in part for the sudden promotion. She slid the cock furiously in and out of her smooth throat, giving the best blow-joy she had ever given, swirling her tongue on the broad head, licking it, sucking it, wanting it to come magnificently for her boss, stroked it for wad after wad of glorious cum for the man making her dreams come true.
"You fantastic bitch!" Tommy muttered, pulling open her legs and plowing his tongue far into her gaping hole, lapping at her steamy cunt as he brought her hand to his hard shaft, forcing her to stroke him as her mouth bobbed beautifully on Bobby's full cock.
She whined with ecstasy as her fiery clitoris clamored with a ferocious appetite for wonderful cock, hard, slamming cock that would pound at the walls of her open and tender vagina. Her velvety tongue rode the thick cock in her mouth with poetic precision, sucking the royal member with furious strokes and wedging the bulbous tip deeper and deeper into her clinging throat as she writhed her hot cunt against Tommy's long tongue, opening her frantic slit to him with complete abandon, imagining the two rock-hard cocks forced into her, pressed full into aching pussy and tight ass at the same time. Her thrashing orgasm began like a lumbering locomotive, moving slowly along the tracks of her being until it picked up momentum and sped crashing wildly into her loins.
And just as the crescendo of her shattering climax wrenched its way through her in blinding throes of release it was interrupted by the insistent ringing of the doorbell.
"No!" she cried. "NO! Don't stop! Please!"
But Bobby was already off the bed and saying, "C'mon. This is the big time for you, baby. You show me you can do this right and the sky is the limit for you." He pulled her from the bed and walked her trance-like to the hall.
"Oh, God! I was so close!" she whined, staring longingly at Bobby's rigid manhood. "Can't we do the delivery boy tomorrow?!" she begged.
"Stop it!" he ordered. "You finish the delivery boy right and Tommy and I are going to fill you so full of hard cock that you'll cry!" He grabbed a negligee from the back of the door and thrust it at her. "Here," he said quickly. "Put this on and do a nice thing for the delivery boy. Show him what hot head you give. And remember," he added sternly, "Tommy and I are going to be in the bathroom watching your performance. Now go on!"
She brought the thin material closed at her neck and stumbled blindly down the hall as the doorbell rang again. "I'm coming!" she called, hearing Bobby and Tommy step into the bathroom behind her and thinking frantically she would have to blow the kid at the entrance to the hall so they would be sure to have a good view of her in action.
The light, she thought suddenly, flicking on a small lamp and bathing the reception area in a soft glow before rushing to the door and pulling it open, willing to do anything to get back to the hard cocks waiting for her.
"Hi," she said, smiling brightly at the sight of him.
"Hiii!" the boy stammered, seeing the almost naked girl looking him up and down. "I'm-I came to deliver… I-"
"I know," she said softly. "Come in while I get you your money," she added, stepping back and allowing him to enter, seeing his eager eyes on her furry cleft as he came into the foyer. "Put it on the table in the hall," she directed, picking up her pocket book and following him to the table, enjoying his open mouthed stare and boyish shyness, letting him look at her soft body and firm tits through the almost nothingness of her sheer negligee.
She fumbled through her pocket book, knowing he was seeing her full breasts shiver excitedly and her dark triangle shift provocatively with her every move as she rummaged through the contents of her wallet for long teasing seconds, savoring his youthful innocence and stunned silence.
"Oh dear," she said impatiently. "I can't seem to find any money." She looked through her things again, then chanced a look at him, bringing her eyes to his crotch and seeing for a brief second his budding manhood pressed hard against the coarse fabric of his Levis.
"If-if you don't have the money," he said, confidence and hope coming into his voice, "I can't leave the scotch. I'd have to make it up out of my own pocket or my boss would kill me," he added, wetting his lips and breathing heavily at her nearness, her soft tits and warm bushy cunt echoing vividly in his fevered brain.
"Oh dear, oh dear," she repeated. "This is terrible. I wanted to give you something for your trouble too." She looked around helplessly, as if letting her big eyes search for a solution to her problem.