Art Deco Part OneChapter 3
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'Sorry to bring you here before taking you to the apartment we've found for you, only I wanted to quickly introduce you to the girls. As soon as we're done I'm going to make you comfortable at your new residence, and let you have a nice sleep. Tomorrow you're invited to a barbecue at my house'. He was overwhelmed, both by her hospitality, and by the way she was allowing him into her life. He didn't know at that point just how involved he was to become with the women he was about to meet. She walked him through plush minimalist offices, furnished with modern technology amid the interior which was conspicuously Art deco. He was taken to a lounge area where there were seven or eight women waiting with Champagne. On the wall were several depictions of how his book might look; the women had been working on it already in anticipation of capturing his business. He was sat down on a plush sofa and Dolores sat closely to him. Though air-conditioned the room was slightly warm and her sweet scent permeated his lungs. She removed her top to reveal a tight white blouse, which in turn revealed an ample cleavage; she leant across him to take a glass from the table and seemed to linger to allow him a good view. He couldn't help but notice that an unclaimed glass sat dead opposite her. The women were all dressed razor sharply, the youngest about 35 the oldest close to 60; all of them were worthy of one of his fantasies. They whispered in each other's ears and smiled at him. They looked very pleased to see the man who had opened his emotions up to them by way of his fiction. They knew he could not write such fantasy if he did not relish the thought of being in the position of his fictional characters.
He was introduced to them one by one; proof-readers, sub-editors, illustrators etc. Each woman seemed to know her responsibility 'de rigueur' and they were all so openly assertive in their manner. He loved this, he could not wait to work with them.
'You're very privileged being allowed into the heart of our business like this you know' said Carole Danziger, one of the sub-editors; a woman of about 55 in excellent shape and with flaming red hair.
'We don't normally allow male authors into our little fold, but as you have such a sweet English accent and you've shown already that you're quite civilized for a male, we're going to have some fun with you'. The others smirked and laughed at the comment.
'She'll give you a few ideas for a story or two when you get invited to her ranch' said Judy Fontaine who was introduced as an illustrator; she was about 45, a little plumper than the others and with jet black hair, cut in a way that gave her a certain resemblance to a Miss Betty Page. The smell and talk of the women was beginning to excite him, he was now having trouble concealing this and sat awkwardly. Holly Eposito, a very stern looking proof-reader with brunette hair in a bun, horn–rim glasses and ample thighs and hips, very prim and sexy at nearly 60, seemed to notice this and sat erect, lifting her chin, as if to emulate what she knew was happening in his underwear. She smirked and gave him a wink;
'I'm going to enjoy checking your work to make sure you've not made any naughty mistakes prior to publishing she said', adjusting her legs to ensure he got a flash of her mature but supple thighs as she spoke. Dolores sensed that that he may learn more than he needed to at this first meeting and as they did not want to scare him off, not that this would of happened, she decided he needed a good rest and she and Judy, who lived nearby to where he was to be situated got into Judy's car and he was taken to a beautiful Art deco residence complete with swimming pool. He could not believe this luxury; the lounge and bedroom both had views of the ocean. A huge fridge freezer had been stocked with food and beer. A drinks bar was also stocked with any alcoholic substance you could dream of. The main bedroom had a huge bed which looked extremely inviting as the jet-lag began to hit home. Dolores and Judy showed him the basics of the air-conditioning etc. and both hastily scribbled out their mobile-'cell phone'-numbers ;
'Just call if you want to discuss anything, or just want company' they said 'Never mind what the time is, just call'. They both were touchy-feely with him, and squeezed him and smiled when they left; he'd heard this was the American way and thought nothing of it. This was paradise; he had a nice long shower, dried himself down and collapsed into the sumptuous bed. He helped himself to a fantasy or two about the women and was asleep within three minutes.
Dolores and Judy were having fantasies of their own as they drove into the heart of the Art Deco district to where Judy had a plush apartment on Meridian Avenue;
'I can't believe our luck' said Judy; 'I so wanted to stay with him tonight and loosen him up a bit-he's been like putty already, I can't wait to get him to pose in position when we teach him how we like to illustrate; I do hope he's as submissive as his work indicates' –
'Difficult to tell; said Dolores; 'He's English, and they are SO polite compared to the males we're so used to- especially the moneybags guys in this area. Mind you, he did not bat an eye-lid at the fact that we're an all women outfit, and he swallowed all the teasing he had at the office without showing the slightest sign of the usual male impudence; I think he's as willing as his book characters- I may make my first move at the barbecue tomorrow, and order him to stay with me' She smiled and Judy almost frowned;
'well roll on Monday when I get my first hour or two with him; I'm going to break it to him easy fashion then tell him he must pose for me while I take the part of the woman interest- then I shall demand he comes back here to my apartment for some proper role-play!' Delighted with the day's events Dolores drove away to her suburban mansion and Judy clip clopped up the stairs to her apartment, She was so excited, she threw off her outer garments and somewhat moist panties, planted her plump naked bottom on the edge of her bed, and tried to imagine him kneeling before her as she removed her garter belt and slowly, methodically rolled her silky stockings down her ample thighs and calves and off the end of her feet. She looked into space smiling and imagining, then lay back and reached into a draw for a favourite vibrator, she pleasured herself several times with the gently buzzing phallus before curling up for a nap prior to preparing herself for an evening out. Dolores drove to her beautiful house on West 24th Street on Sunset Lake; this a was a drive away from the Art Deco area, but she knew he'd be just as impressed with the Hispanic design of this huge house. She too stripped off and browsed through the exploits of 'Kitten West' and could not quite believe that the man who had written this sweetly erotic homage to womanhood was now firmly within her grasp. She was now determined to keep him and ensure he poured out every last drop of his submissive fantasies into stories exclusively for 'Ariadne' –she had spun her web and she now intended to act out and enjoy many more fantasies with him which would earn her money, and he too, though she also intended to be much much more than his publisher. She got to one of her favourite paragraphs about 'Kitten' in which a male was despatched, and toyed herself to a satisfying orgasm.
He awoke with a start and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above him; his heart leapt as he recollected the prior day's events, and felt the warmth of the sunshine. He donned his leggings and opened the glass doors to the balcony. The verdigris green tiles underfoot were warm and the guard rail across the white and green balcony even warmer. He could hear the surf crashing in the distance and the unmistakably saline air teased his nostrils. The horizon which went from bright green to the azure blue in the distance, set off by palm trees and was absolute heaven. Or so he thought at that point; though he was blissfully unaware just then, he was to reach another heaven very shortly! He made some coffee and sat watching women go by; with relaxation like this his imagination was sure to burn brightly, as he saw several sultry examples go by, he then thought of Dolores, Judy, Carole, Holly; oh how he hoped that one of them might show more than just a working interest in him –let's face it, if they publish his sort of literature they must have at least a slight interest in the content- he remembered Dolores' comment about 'kitten' and instantly found a bulge in his leggings. The door-bell rang; as if by magic, there stood Dolores. She had on a silky black dress set with a shiny crimson patent leather belt, the dress hugged her mature waist and hips and was cut at an angle showing a little thigh on one side and just above the knee on the other, She wore a tiny black choker and her auburn hair glowed in the sunshine, sexy black patent high-heeled sandals making her as tall as he. She was every inch the vision of a goddess to him and her scent wafted into the apartment, almost mesmerising him. 'You're late!' she said looking at him sternly for the first time ever; this had him tingling with anticipation- she then smiled;
'Only joking' she said teasingly. Oh how he'd wanted her to be genuinely angry with him for one moment; he was ready to drop to his knees and ask what he could do for her to allow him forgiveness. As it was he nearly fell over himself as he asked her in and stumbled to one side as she stepped primly past him.
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