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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2007 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of January
2007)

Part 19

Chapter 55

Brenda was called into Mr. Griffith's office Friday after lunch.  He 
greeted her and bade her sit down.  He also brought in Kimberly 
Chaplain, the studio's second unit director who had worked with Brenda 
on several occasions over the past few months.

"I still can't believe it's already been three months," Brenda said as 
she fidgeted nervously in her seat.  While Wynona was on a month-to-
month contract and had been in this review situation already, this was 
Brenda's first ever time having her performance evaluated by an 
employer.

"Well it has," said Arnold Griffith with a smile.  "And we're very 
happy you've been able to make it this far.  The FCC still hasn't told 
us to stop what we're doing and our ratings are higher than ever.  And 
now we've got a new show coming on in a couple of weeks, Devon's Diary, 
which we hope will be another big success for us.  I hope you've met 
Devon.  If not, do stop by the office more during the week to watch 
them filming her show."

"Thank you.  I might just do that," Brenda replied.  "Have to check out 
the competition."  She laughed and fidgeted again in her seat.

Mr. Griffith picked up a sheet of paper from his desk and quietly read 
it over.  "This is the contract you signed with us three months ago, 
give or take a week.  In it you agreed that your show would involve 
acts of sex including but not limited to oral sex and intercourse and 
that you would be open to performing both heterosexual and homosexual 
acts."  He pushed the paper in front of Brenda to re-familiarize 
herself with her agreement.

"Over the past week I've prepared for this evaluation by watching every 
one of your episodes.  I was pretty pleased with what I saw.  The loads 
of fan mail we receive on your behalf would seem to suggest that our 
viewers agree.  However our sponsors have not seen a significant enough 
return on their investments and the cost of all this location shooting 
and the many hours of editing which go into each episode are forcing us 
to tighten our belts a little."

Kimberly explained to Brenda, "We've had to hire a full time assistant 
editor just to go through all the footage we shoot with you and pick 
out the bits suitable for the show.  Then that goes to the editor to 
process the footage into segments to work around the commercial 
breaks."

"When you first started with us," Griffith went on, "we were able to 
shoot one week and put the show out the very next week.  The scenes 
were simple and short.  Today it takes as many as three weeks to 
prepare an episode.  If you've been watching every Wednesday night I'm 
sure you've seen we've been using a lot of old stock which didn't make 
it into the first cut; using it as filler when your main scenes go 
longer than one segment but not enough to fill up the whole twenty-four 
minutes.  The problem with those old scenes which were quick and easy 
is they lacked the oomph that our audience has come to expect."

"So what does this mean?" Brenda asked, worried that she was about to 
be told her show was being canceled.  Maybe not immediately; they might 
give her a month or possibly even through to the next quarterly 
evaluation, but she was hearing that she wasn't meeting the station's 
expectations.

Mr. Griffith sat back in his chair and crossed his hands over his lap 
to hide the bulge in his pants as he thought about the marathon viewing 
he'd done throughout the week.  "Well, it means that we need to adjust 
the show to get more bang for the buck.  We need to deliver more of the 
explicit action your viewers are clamoring for while spending less time 
on location filming.  We need less build-up and more raw sexual appeal.  
We also want to start introducing some product placement into the show 
for our biggest advertisers.  They've kept this studio alive and we 
need to show them more return on their investment."

Brenda shook her head trying to understand.  "So you want me to 
recommend products?"

"Not quite.  We want to be a little more subtle with this.  Advertising 
isn't about bashing people over the head, it's about sneaking your 
product into their subconscious.  For instance, when you offer a man a 
condom to use with you, you'll simply say something like 'Here's a Huge 
Johnson condom for your comfort and my pleasure'.  You might also be 
always reading a certain sponsor's magazine while you masturbate in 
bed."

"I see."

Kimberly put in, "And when he says more bang for the buck, I think he's 
saying we don't want to spend as much time filming the setup and you 
getting dressed or undressed, but spend more time filming you in the 
act of sex."

"Exactly."

"I guess that's okay," Brenda stated with a blank expression.  "As long 
as I'm not being let go."  She laughed nervously and fidgeted once more 
in her chair.

"Oh heavens no!" Mr. Griffith said.  "We want to keep you on.  You're 
this station's biggest hit.  We just need to trim back some of the 
waste.  And that brings us to the matter of your pay."  He let out a 
long, slow breath and sat forward again.  "We put our trust in you with 
this contract.  We asked you to tell us what kinds of things you would 
do on camera and based your pay on that.  But you've fallen a bit short 
over the last three months.  There are things you still have not done 
or have not done enough to raise our subscriptions by more than a few 
percentage points.  Until you put in a solid quarter meeting your 
contractual obligations, I'm not going to be able to continue paying 
you as much as you signed on for."

"Oh no!" Brenda gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth.

"This contract is negotiable every three months, so if you give us a 
good solid three months from now until your next review, there's a good 
chance your pay will go back up.  But as of today I am reducing your 
pay to sixty-four thousand dollars a year."

"Oh no!"

"This is the only way we can offset the extra cost of editing your 
episodes.  If our subscriptions increase and our sponsors are happier 
with the results, then we can start moving you back up the pay scale.  
Now, do you have any questions for me?"

Brenda was too stunned to speak.  A pay cut of eighteen thousand a year 
was serious and she was heartbroken.  She had started to be rather 
comfortable never needing to borrow money from her husband and being 
able to buy almost anything she wanted.  She had just recently 
purchased a complete set of diamond and sapphire jewelry which cost her 
an entire pay check.  She also wanted to buy a new car and had been 
planning to go looking in the next couple of weeks.  And then there was 
the matter of wanting to move to another neighborhood.  She was 
starting to feel very uneasy living where three of the neighborhood 
teens routinely fondled and groped her and fucked her tits and mouth; 
where at least three of the adults in the neighborhood had seen her 
running about naked and acting like a slut in the open outdoors.  Now 
with housing prices on the rise and her pay being slashed, she wasn't 
sure she would be able to move.

Arnold Griffith quietly pushed a paper and pen in front of her and 
pointed out where she needed to sign her agreement to the new terms of 
her employment.  Brenda signed in silence and only got her wits about 
her enough to thank him for his time (and not firing her outright, 
which she figured would have been the only thing worse) and shake his 
hand before leaving.  Kimberly walked with her to the parking lot and 
tried to explain that it wasn't so bad; that the rest of the crew were 
making far less than she was and emphasizing that she could earn it 
back by continuing to work hard and just going a little bit farther in 
her show.  Before Brenda shut her door, Kimberly informed her the 
studio wanted both her and her husband to make an appearance at one of 
the safe houses the next night at seven thirty sharp.  They were going 
to have a party to celebrate her contract extension and there would be 
a small bonus for her cooperation in the night's festivities.  
Instructions would be given to her on arrival.

As Brenda was driving out, Wynona drove in.  They waved and Brenda 
tried not to give her friend any impression that anything was wrong.

Wynona was led into Mr. Griffith's office after a few minutes in the 
reception area.  He seemed a little flushed and sweaty but greeted her 
with a warm handshake and a smile.  Kimberly was again in the room 
during the review.

"Wynona, it's good to see you again.  I just want to say you've done a 
great job in the past month and we're proud to offer you another month 
if you're still interested in working for us."

"Well let's see how it goes?" Wynona replied.  "Did I meet 
expectations?"

"You did.  But for the next few months we want you to... well to push 
your co-star a little more into doing some of the things she's been 
hesitant to do on camera.  It's all about ratings in this business and 
a show like yours gets ratings by pushing the limits and being extreme.  
Brenda has been holding back a little too much for some of our 
sponsors' tastes and while you have been great and supportive of her, 
you haven't really done much to push her to the next level."

"What kinds of things do you want me to do?" she asked.

"There are three things our audience have asked for the most.  They 
want to see more girl-girl action and not the soft kind of kissy, 
huggy, touchy-feely things we've seen so far.  They want to see you two 
get down and dirty.  Now I know, I know, that's a life choice for the 
two of you.  It isn't something I can tell you to do nor would I want 
to.  But it's something to keep in mind because your viewers want to 
see it and that will bring in more viewers which will make our sponsors 
happy."

"Okay, what's the second thing?"

"Viewers -- and these aren't in any particular order, by the way -- 
viewers want to see Brenda have more sex with men.  They liked it when 
she did some things with her husband at home that one time, but they 
want to see more.  They want to see her with other men.  They want to 
see her doing it outdoors.  And in your unique position as her co-star 
and also a writer for the show, you can help guide her into more of 
those situations."

Kimberly stated, "All the oral sex both Brenda and you have done is 
great.  It's become a staple of the show.  But every now and then we 
need to give the viewers something more.  Not all at once, of course.  
Maybe just one scene her and another one a few weeks later, but 
gradually build it up into something done on a regular basis."

"So you want me to convince her to have sex with women -- namely with 
me -- and also to have sex with men other than her husband?"

"Which brings us to item number three.  Our viewers seem to really like 
group sex.  That show you did with the five guys and the glory hole -- 
we had some viewers write in that it was the most vile thing they'd 
ever seen but the letters we got from people demanding more of that 
were something like ten to one over the complainers."

Kimberly said, "And as you probably know being a writer, only about one 
percent of your readers or viewers ever bother to post a comment.  If 
ninety percent of that one percent liked it, there are a whole lot of 
other people out there who also liked it."

"And they want to see more of it.  Girl-girl-guy, guy-girl-guy, 
whatever."

"What's my incentive for getting Brenda to do these kinds of things?  
Other than not being laid off?"

"If you get her to do just one broadcastable scene in all three 
categories over the next three months, we'll give you your whole salary 
for the quarter again as a bonus at the end of the three months."

"I see," said Wynona, leaning forward.

"That will be about Christmas time," Arnold added.  "That should make 
quite a nice little end of year bonus if you can pull it off.  Now, in 
celebration of both you and Brenda extending your contracts, we're 
having a gala tomorrow night.  Kim will give you the directions.  
Please be there promptly at seven thirty and there will be a small 
bonus for participation in various activities."


Chapter 56

Brenda arrived at the specified safe house address at seven thirty-four 
according to her watch; just a few minutes later than she'd been told.  
It was the house where she and Wynona had filmed the sunbathing scene 
and where Brenda had done two hardcore shower scenes.  She saw that 
most of the studio crew's cars were parked on the street in front of 
the house, including the station owner Mr. Griffith's Mercedes.

Thomas Hardcastle had delivered a garment bag with the clothes she was 
to wear to the party.  She stepped out of her car onto the asphalt 
driveway, Brenda's smooth legs encased in sheer black stockings with 
control tops hidden just under her knee length black skirt with a 
hidden zipper running down the side and a long slit up the opposite 
side.  The shoes she had been given were also black with five inch 
stiletto heels and straps over her feet and around her ankles which 
were encrusted with crystals, probably cubic zirconia she imagined as 
the shoes alone would have been worth thousands if all those crystals 
were diamonds.  As she stood in the chill October air and pushed her 
car door shut, Brenda held close her royal blue handbag and smoothed 
her black top which had just one strap going over her left shoulder and 
a straight sloping neck going down and around her body below her right 
shoulder.  She had been told to wear a strapless bra (not included for 
some reason in the outfit the studio gave her) and had toyed with the 
idea of not wearing one at all, but ultimately decided just before 
leaving the house to put on a bright pink strapless under wire support 
bra.  If by some chance the back strap became visible due to the low 
right side of her top, the pink would make an obvious and colorful 
accessory to her otherwise all black outfit.

Jim Young stepped out of the driver's side door.  He was uncertain what 
to expect from this party and had dressed in a simple gray and blue 
pinstriped business suit complete with jacket and tie.  His shirt was 
blue and the tie gray.  I guess some readers might care what type of 
undergarments he was wearing -- they were silk boxer shorts with a dark 
blue background with red and green apples printed all over.

They rang the doorbell and were greeted by Thomas who complimented 
Brenda on looking so fantastic and gave Jim a hearty handshake.

"You know, we need to talk," Jim said half-jokingly, "because you still 
see my wife naked as much as I do."

Thomas showed Jim to the buffet table and directed Brenda to go talk 
with Mr. Griffith before the guests arrived.  While Brenda looked for 
her boss, Thomas explained to Jim that tonight was to celebrate the 
station's good fortune for having women like Brenda and Wynona 
extending their contracts.  He said it was also an event for the 
station's sponsors, many of whom would be at the party, and that Brenda 
would be expected to be "on" all night for questions and autographs and 
to present both the station and her show in the best possible light.  
Jim asked what that meant precisely and so Thomas explained it to him 
while Mr. Griffith, in the kitchen where dinner was being prepared by 
the catering staff, explained it to Brenda.

"Brenda, we've got some big sponsors coming tonight and I need you to 
show all of them the attention they deserve.  Don't let anyone here 
tonight feel left out, even if they seem insignificant, because how you 
deal with your crew and even average everyday people will reflect on 
the quality and reality of your show.  Now every one of these guys has 
seen you do some pretty wild things, so they may ask to kiss you or 
someone might pinch your butt, but I want to make sure you understand 
that no matter who might do that, take it in stride and don't offend 
anyone by slapping their hand away."

"So I'm here just as a plaything?" Brenda asked.

"No.  No no.  This is your party.  You are the center of attention and 
if you think anyone is taking advantage of you come to me with it.  
Just don't make a scene on the party floor is what I mean.  Tell me in 
private if anyone's mistreating you."

Brenda shook her head.

"Now the second point.  Because your show is all about getting naked 
and being comfortable around strangers when you're naked, I want you to 
offer every guest at the door one item of your clothing.  Wynona will 
also be asked to participate in this.  Each guest gets to select the 
item they want from you and if it's something you have to take clothes 
off to get to, then please do it.  You can put on your outer clothes 
again once you've handed over the item they asked for."

"And how many guests will there be?" asked Brenda with a quavering 
voice.

"Well keep in mind that guests who arrive with a date only get one 
item.  You don't have to give something to the man and to the woman."

"Oh okay," Brenda said, accepting these terms as better than the 
alternative without considering how bad it was to be made to strip 
naked for her guests at a party being held in her name.

"We'll have a camera crew working for the first hour or so to get some 
footage to use in the show and then the rest of night I want you to 
feel free and relaxed and most of all to feel appreciated.  Ah, here's 
young Wynona now.  Wynona, come here a moment, please."

"I like your outfit," Brenda said to Wynona as she approached.

"Thanks, yours too.  Must be some kind of uniform."  Both women were, 
at least externally, dressed the same.

Mr. Griffith explained the rules of the game to Wynona with Brenda 
adding in the bits about not having to give up two items for guests who 
showed up with a date, etc.

"Now Wynona, while Brenda will be greeting guests at the door, you will 
be offering them an appetizer once they are inside.  They will then 
request an item of your clothing which you must turn over, but it has 
to be a different item than what they got from Brenda.  No one gets two 
pair of panties or two tops; they  have to get something different from 
each of you and all the guests have been informed of this."

"Ho boy," Wynona said with a slight scowl.

"Now one other thing I forgot to mention -- two actually.  Each and 
every guest should be greeted with an open mouthed kiss, regardless of 
gender.  Now this goes for guests' dates, too.  So everybody coming to 
the door gets an open mouthed kiss but only one item of clothing for 
each couple.  The second thing is that if you do run out of clothing to 
give, then offer your body for groping.  Let them get a good feel and 
then usher them inside."

"Inside... what?" Wynona asked.

"Inside the house in Brenda's case and onto the party floor in your 
case," Mr. Griffith said.  "What did you think I meant?"

"I just wanted to be sure," Wynona said with a cheerful smile.

"Well you'd better get out there.  The guests will be arriving soon.  
Remember, be on your best behavior no matter what happens."\

Wynona and Brenda exchanged glances, silently vowing to watch each 
other's back and share the embarrassment.  They looked about the room 
and noted a video camera in every corner with either Roger, Kimberly or 
Ivan monitoring them.

No sooner was Brenda beside the front door than the doorbell rang.  She 
opened it and gave a warm, welcoming smile to a man who looked vaguely 
familiar.  He had a woman on his arm and both were smartly dressed in 
semi-formal wear.  Brenda put her arms around the man and gave him a 
kiss, which he hesitated to return but after a few seconds did so.

"Excuse me?" said his date.

Brenda turned to her and said, "It's okay, you get one, too."  She 
wrapped her arms around the woman's shoulders and before she could 
protest leaned in and planted a wet smooch on her cheek, then encircled 
her lips and licked them with her tongue.

"Oh my god!" the woman sputtered as Brenda retreated.  The woman wiped 
her lips and gave Brenda a dirty look.  "What kind of party is this, 
Brad?"

Brad?!  Wasn't he the guy from the mattress store?  Of course!  Brenda 
remembered now.  He had thrown her out of his store for getting naked 
and rolling around on the beds but then had been encouraged by Kimberly 
to visit her house on the day the canopy bed was being delivered, where 
Brenda had given him a sloppy, deep throat blow job.

Brenda coughed and cleared her throat.  "Um, hello Brad.  I'm supposed 
-- I'm supposed to offer you a piece of my outfit.  Any piece."

"Oh, let's have your panties," he stated.  His girlfriend gave him a 
shocked look and smacked him on the arm.  "I told you Andrea, this 
party might get a little wild.  This is Brenda from that show we 
watched the other night."

Brenda had hiked up her skirt to around her waist and was in the 
process of pulling down her plain white cotton panties when the other 
woman said, "Oh, I thought she looked familiar.  You know this woman?"

"I sure do.  She bought our most expensive bed at the store and I was 
on her show once about a month ago.  Maybe five weeks."

Brenda flattened down her skirt and held out her panties for Brad.  He 
took them, bunched them up and pushed them into the pocket of his sport 
coat.  Brenda then directed her first guests to the buffet table where 
Wynona would serve them.

The next guests arrived within seconds, even before the door was fully 
closed.  It was Ernie Fowler and Vince Browning from down the street.  
Vince was a senior at the local high school and a varsity wrestler.  
Ernie had recently graduated during summer school as a result of year-
round classes being the norm in their district and had been busy with 
looking for a job so he could move out of his parents' place.

Brenda greeted each of the guys with an open mouthed kiss which they 
eagerly returned, trying to wrestle her tongue down in her mouth with 
their own.  She then offered them an item of clothing but noted that 
because they arrived together she could only give one item for both of 
them.  Ernie spoke up and asked for her bra, of course.

Brenda pulled her black top up to just above her breasts and let her 
hot pink bra show out to everyone in the room.  She reached up behind 
and unhooked it, letting it fall to the floor and pulled her top back 
down, but not before Vince's fingers squeezed her right breast.

"Now now guys, there will be plenty of that later," she laughed.

"It's never enough," Vince stated with a satisfied smile.

"Well, which one of you gentlemen is going to pick up my bra from the 
floor?  Only one of you gets to keep it."

Like wild animals both teens were instantly down on their knees clawing 
at the discarded garment.  Vince came up with it, to which Ernie cried 
that it wasn't fair because he'd gotten to feel Brenda up so Ernie 
should get the bra.  "Tough tittie," was Vince's reply.

"No actually they're very soft," Ernie said as he grabbed for the bra.  
The guys began a tug-of-war with the flimsy garment and began pushing 
each other hard on the shoulder.

Thomas saw the commotion at the front door and knew it would be trouble 
for the other arriving guests if he didn't put a stop to it.

"Hey guys.  Hey!  Cut it out.  What's the problem here?"

"Brenda said we only get one piece of clothing and this jerk wad took 
it.  It should be mine."

"You snooze you lose," Vince retorted.

Thomas turned to Brenda.  "There's only one thing that's going to 
resolve this.  You're going to have to give up another piece of your 
outfit."

"But Mr. Griffith gave explicit direction that guests arriving together 
should get only one," Brenda defended.

"Yes, but these are both invited guests.  That rule applies to people 
arriving with an invited guest.  Both of these young men should get one 
item of your clothing."

"That sounds fair," said Ernie, releasing his hold on the bra which 
Vince quickly stuffed under his shirt.  "I want your panties."

"Sorry, they've already been given away," Brenda replied.

The young man looked down at her legs.  "Are those pantyhose or 
stockings?"

"Stockings."

"Okay, then give me one of them."

Brenda had to find a place to sit down to remove one of her shoes in 
order to pull off the stocking.  Ernie got down on his knees in front 
of her to look up her skirt while she did so.  Brenda saw her husband 
Jim start to come over with a look of meaning business but she jerked 
her head to motion him away.  Pretty soon she would be completely naked 
anyway, so what was the harm in letting the guy see her not-so-privates 
now?

When she handed her left stocking to him, Ernie rubbed it against his 
cheek.  His face lit up and a broad smile crossed his lips.  Brenda 
went about putting back on her shoe and hurried to the door as the bell 
had been rung twice now since she'd sat down.

Opening the door Brenda was shocked to see Edwyn Forester, her widower 
neighbor whose wife had left him with quite an inheritance a couple of 
years before.  He was a man a little taller than Brenda when she wasn't 
wearing five inch heels with a bald spot on the back of his head and a 
generally gloomy expression.  He brightened up on seeing Brenda.

"Mr. Forester?!  I-- I didn't expect to see you here.  What are you--"

"I was invited by the studio because I sent in some good suggestions 
for your show.  I've watched it every week since I found out about it 
two months ago."

Brenda's face drained of all color.  "I-- I don't know what to say."

"It's alright," he laughed lightly.  I've seen it all.  I know what you 
do and I have to say I've enjoyed it.  Don't let the fact that I'm your 
neighbor bother you.  I respect your privacy."

"Well," Brenda said, uncertain how to proceed.

"I believe I'm supposed to ask for a piece of clothing from you," he 
stated flatly.  "I'll be nice and just ask for your skirt, if that's 
alright with you.  It's really your choice."

"My skirt?  You want my skirt?"

"If that's okay with you.  You can give me whatever you like, my dear."

"No no, that's fine."  Brenda twisted sideways and unzipped her black 
skirt.  She whipped it around and held it out in front like a matador 
might hold a red cloth to taunt the bull.

"Oh, how kind of you," Edwyn said as he took hold of the garment.  He 
quickly saw that Brenda was now naked from the waist down save for one 
thigh-high stocking and her shoes which elevated her to more than his 
height.

"So Mr. Forester, which suggestions did you send in?" Brenda asked as 
she showed him to the buffet table where Wynona was hobbling on just 
one incredibly tall shoe, having given up its companion to Vince and 
her bra to Ernie.

"Oh, I sent in several.  But the ones I saw you chose to do were the 
wheel of things to do with cum and the glory hole scene, though I saw 
that you took that a lot farther than I ever imagined."

"Mr. Forester, I'm shocked to hear you say things like that.  I never 
thought of you as a--" she stopped herself from saying 'pervert', 
realizing that she was willingly participating in those kinds of 
activities which made her even more of a pervert.

"Oh, before you moved in I was a very different person.  When we were 
younger my wife and I did a lot of kinky things.  She used to like to 
go down to the adult theater and play at the glory hole."

"I never imagined!" Brenda exclaimed.  "You seem so quiet and kind."

"I am quiet and kind.  That doesn't mean I don't like sex, Mrs. Young.  
You never get too old to like sex."

The doorbell rang and Brenda excused herself.  Meanwhile Mr. Forester 
asked Wynona what was left to be had.  "Only what you see," she replied 
with a wink.  She knew of Edwyn from visiting Brenda's house and seeing 
him getting his mail sometimes, but she knew nothing of who he was or 
how he fit into this party.  He politely asked for her other shoe so 
she wouldn't have to hobble around like that and hurt her back.  She 
thanked him profusely and quickly dispatched the damned thing before 
offering him an appetizer tray.

Brenda met Ryan Albright at the door and groaned because she'd only 
just finished a two week stint working with (or rather for) him, but 
went ahead and gave him the wet, open mouthed kiss, which she now 
realized she had failed to give Mr. Forester, and her right shoe which 
Ryan requested.  Now it was Brenda who was hobbling painfully around 
the living room on just one spike heel.

The next guest to arrive was Jose, the pool guy whom Brenda had blown 
in the shower upstairs in this very house when last she was there.  He 
had a short, dark woman at his side and Brenda tried to give her the 
required kiss but she kept putting her hands in the way.  Brenda 
shrugged and let it go at that but offered Jose an item of her 
clothing.  He asked first for her bra and then her panties, ultimately 
settling on her right stocking after being informed his first two 
requests were already gone.  Since she'd just gotten rid of her right 
shoe, Brenda did not need to sit down to take off that stocking, she 
just leaned against the door frame and pulled it off.

Over the next fifteen minutes a number of guests arrived which Mr. 
Griffith referred to as ad sponsors.  He quietly told Brenda those 
guests would need special attention, but when Mr. Matsumoto arrived the 
rules changed quickly.  By this time both Brenda and Wynona were 
completely naked and had been felt up by a dozen guests each who never 
failed to take a handful of ass cheek or breast when sampling the hors 
d'ouvres.  But according to Mr. Griffith when he took Brenda into the 
kitchen, Mr. Matsumoto was the biggest sponsor of the station.  "Nearly 
one third of all our ad revenue comes from his various businesses," he 
told her.  "Without him, our station would be off the air.  So I want 
you to... well to give him extra special attention and don't refuse him 
anything.  We have to make sure he knows how much we appreciate him."

With that Mr. Griffith turned Brenda around, gave her a slap on the ass 
and sent her back into the living and dining area where the party was 
going full steam.


Chapter 57

Brenda and Wynona had more hands on them more often that evening than 
they had had in their lives, it seemed.  The teens from the 
neighborhood definitely stayed away from Brenda whenever Jim was nearby 
but copped feels in private when a crowd would gather to cover them.

The music was loud and the food exquisite.  Everyone seemed to be 
having a wonderful time.  After about forty-five minutes of mingling, 
Mr. Griffith took his stars aside and told them they could now go 
upstairs and get dressed for the remainder of the evening.

"But all our clothes have been confiscated," Brenda objected.  "Wait a 
minute, what are you suggesting we have to do to get our clothes back?"

Arnold Griffith looked pensive and stroked him chin.  "That's a good 
idea," he said at last, "but in fact I just intended you to go upstairs 
and pick something out of the wardrobe we leave on-site.  Wear whatever 
you like.  Or stay naked, it's your choice."  With that he gave each 
woman a light kiss on the cheek, grabbed himself a handful of ass and 
walked back into the party.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced after turning down the volume on 
the stereo system.  "Our stars will take a short break to clean up and 
get dressed and will return to the party shortly.  Please give them a 
round of applause for their generosity and agreement to share so much 
of themselves with us this evening."

All in attendance clapped and some whistled as well.

"When they return from upstairs the rules are hands off.  After all we 
are here to honor them and they've been such good sports so far.  Let's 
let them enjoy the rest of the evening."

The ladies bounded up the stairs and into the peace and sanctity of the 
upstairs bedrooms.

"My god, I've got bruises all over my ass and boobs," Wynona complained 
when they were alone together.  "Somebody really likes to pinch."  She 
pulled open the closet and began to shuffle through various outfits 
hanging there.  Everything was either in hers or Brenda's size, or was 
one-size-fits-all such as a long tee-shirt she found and held up to her 
torso.  It hung nearly to her knees.

"Let me ask you," Brenda said, "did anyone make you do things with food 
down there?"

"Oh god yes.  One guy insisted on screwing me with a carrot stick."

"Who was that?"

"I don't know, one of the sponsors I guess.  What'd they do to you?"

"Well Ryan and Ernie from down my street got their chance to suck on my 
tits but they wanted to cover my nipples in every condiment imaginable 
first."

"What, like ketchup and mustard?"

"And ranch dressing and nacho cheese and anything else that would stick 
that they could lick off."

"Did Jim see that?" Wynona asked with a grin.

"No, the guys kind of cornered me in the stair well and wouldn't let me 
pass until I agreed.  I didn't want to cause a scene."

"Well I'm sure it was the thrill of their lives."

"I don't know," Brenda said.  "Do you suppose they get off more sucking 
a girl's tits or having their dicks sucked?"

"Well guys always go straight for the tits as soon as we get naked," 
Wynona reasoned.  She stood before Brenda and held her arms out to 
model the long tee shirt she'd put on.  "What do you think?"

"You're not going to wear something more..."

What?  Formal?  No, I learned my lesson.  I blew a week's pay on the 
clothes I wore here and now every guy in the place has a piece of it 
stuffed into his underpants."

"In that case you look lovely," Brenda said with a smile as she moved 
to stand in front of the closet to choose her outfit for the night.

There came a knock on the bedroom door.  As if she had not just spent 
the last hour being groped completely naked by every guy and a few of 
the girls down stairs, Brenda pulled the door of the closet against her 
body to hide herself while Wynona cracked open the door to the hallway.  
A moment later Wynona pulled the door wide open and Jim Young stepped 
in.

"Thank you ma'am, thank you kindly," he said with a tip of an imaginary 
hat.  He stepped toward Brenda who stepped out from behind the closet 
door to hug and kiss him.  Before Wynona got the door shut, though, 
another man, older and fatter and better dressed, pushed his way into 
the room.

"Mr. Matsumoto!" Wynona shouted.  "You shouldn't be up here, we're not 
dressed."

"You are," the station's number one advertiser said looking the girl up 
and down.  "You may go.  I wish a word with Mrs. Young."

Jim stood between the man and his wife, his hands in his pockets and 
chest puffed up.  "The party is downstairs and the girls are getting 
dressed," he said sternly.

"It's alright Jim," Brenda said, standing half behind her husband.  
"This is the station's biggest sponsor, Mr. Matsumoto.  Mr. Matsumoto, 
this is my husband Jim Young."

The older man bowed slightly   "I wish to discuss a proposition with 
Mrs. Young," he said.  "In private."

"Anything you want to say you can say in my presence," Jim said.  
Brenda thought the tone in his voice made it clear he was less 
comfortable now than he had been a few nights before with watching 
other men handle her.

"Very well.  I want the service of you wife for the night," the man 
said.

"What?!"

The sharp question came not from Jim but from Wynona, of all people.  
All eyes turned to look at her and she became red as a beet before 
lowering her gaze to look at her bare feet on the hard wood floor.

Turning back toward Brenda, Mr. Matsumoto said, "You are incredible 
woman.  I watch you every week and every week you give men oral sex and 
let them do all kinds of thing to you.  I sponsor your show.  I ask for 
the same service for just one night."

"You're standing in front of me asking my wife for oral sex?" Jim said 
with a shake of his head as if he could not understand.

"Mr. Young.  You allow your wife to give service to many men every 
week.  What kind of a husband are you?"

"I'll show you what kind I am," Jim said pulling his hands out of his 
pockets and balling them into fists.  But Brenda took him by the arm 
and held him back.

"Wait Jim, he's right.  Well not about that, but about sponsoring the 
show and about the things I do with complete strangers sometimes.  
What's one more?  I mean, he is paying my salary.  A quick blow job and 
it'll all be done."

"No," said the Japanese business man.

"No what?" asked Brenda.

"No oral.  I want full service or I pull ads from your station."

Brenda remembered her boss, Mr. Griffith, telling her that Mr. 
Matsumoto was literally  keeping the station on the air with his 
advertising dollars and that he was to be given the royal treatment.  
He might have been bluffing about pulling his advertising but could she 
take the risk of losing her job, the job that was going to buy her a 
new car very soon and possibly move the Youngs to a bigger house in the 
next year, by refusing this indecent proposal?

She pulled her husband back into a corner of the room and stared him in 
the face.

"Listen, my job may depend on this.  If you ever wanted see me get 
fucked by another man, this is the time.  There's no cameras here so no 
one else will ever see it.  I'll insist that he wear a condom and you 
and Wynona can stay as witnesses to anything he tries to pull."

Jim spoke in a harsh tone but quietly.  "You want to do this?"

"Not particularly.  But with no cameras around..." she motioned around 
the room to emphasize that point.  "All I need to do is let him ride 
me, with protection, for a few minutes.  I can make him cum in no time.  
You know how good I am."  She winked at Jim.  "And then it will all be 
over and no one but the four of us will know.  There won't be any proof 
but he'll go home happy tonight and keep paying the bills."

"But he's a shriveled old... fat... man," Jim protested.

"Don't make this any  harder than it is," Brenda said with a grimace.  
"Believe me honey, I'm not doing this for fun.  He's definitely not my 
type.  You have nothing to worry about if you think you're going to 
lose me to him."

"I don't mind if you don't bring home eighty grand," Jim said after a 
long pause.  Brenda had yet to tell him her pay had been slashed by 
about fifteen thousand for her refusal thus far to have sex on camera 
with anyone other than Jim.  Deep down she supposed she wanted Jim's 
approval to do this one, off camera, as a kind of test; to see if she 
could really go through with it and to see if he would approve of her 
getting more nasty on camera.

"It's ten minutes.  Fifteen tops," Brenda said, looking him in both 
eyes.  She could see his resolve was wearing down but he still had 
uncertainty about the affair.  She took Jim by the hand and led him 
across the room to stand beside Wynona.  "Here.  You two stay and watch 
if you like.  I want the two of you to get to know each other better 
while I do what I have to do here.  That way everyone gets something 
tonight."  Her husband her best friend stood still,  not looking at 
each other and probably unsure how to react to this turn of events.  So 
Brenda made the point blatantly clear.  She lifted Jim's right arm 
around Wynona's body and pressed his palm against her right breast 
through the material of her shirt.  She took his left hand and guided 
it under the hem of the shirt and pressed his fingers against Wynona's 
bald pussy lips.  "Get to know each other," she repeated.

Turning to her designated fuck partner for the evening, Brenda said, 
"Mr. Matsumoto, there's just one condition.  You have to wear a condom.  
Well that an no anal; I don't do anal for anybody."

The man retrieved his thick wallet from his back pocket, fished around 
a bit and came out with a condom in what looked like a foil wrapper.  
He nodded once to Jim and Wynona before proceeding to remove all his 
clothes.  Brenda meanwhile felt she needed to get herself started and 
encouraged her husband and best friend to put on a show to help heat 
her up.  Both acted in robotic fashion, going through a few simple 
motions without really doing anything interesting.  "Oh Jim, finger-
fuck her already.  You have my blessing, just do it.  Wyn, give him a 
hand job for his trouble."

Brenda sat almost on the edge of the bed with her knees up and both 
feet on the bed to her sides.  She watched and continued to encourage 
Jim and Wynona while she rubbed her clit in small circles to get 
herself wet.  She tried not to see the fat business man pulling on a 
condom a few feet away and focused on the scene directly before her as 
a source of arousal.  As as she played with herself, she noted the two 
of them became more and more comfortable with what they were doing; 
Wyn's hand down Jim's pants and his up under the hem of her long tee 
shirt.

Mr. Matsumoto stepped up and angled his rubber-encased prick at 
Brenda's face.  She looked up at him as if to say, "You've got to be 
kidding," but took it in one hand and began to stroke him while 
continuing to rub her clitoris and watch Jim and Wynona explore each 
other while watching her.  The portly business man reached down to cup 
Brenda's heavy breasts before gently pushing her onto her back with her 
butt at the edge of the bed.  When she was supine, he knelt between her 
spread legs and guided his cock between the folds of her slit.

Never one to waste time, Mr. Matsumoto began to pound into her with the 
fervor of a young man getting lucky for the first time.  A loud gasp 
escaped Brenda's lips and she quickly wrapped her lips around her right 
index finger to silence herself as the older man continued to piston 
into her.

Jim and Wynona watched as Brenda's heavy tits bounced and jiggled with 
the force of Mr. Matsumoto's penetrations.  Brenda's eyes were closed 
and in spite of her finger in her mouth she whimpered again and again 
as the surprisingly energetic old man fucked her.  After positioning 
themselves for a better view of the action, Jim stood perpendicular to 
Wynona and slightly in front.  This gave her easy access to his stick 
cock which she pulled and gently squeezed while watching her friend get 
plowed by a fat older man right there in front of her husband.  Jim 
meanwhile had one hand caressing Wynona's bare ass and was reaching to 
find Wynona's g-spot with two fingers up her vaginal canal and his 
thumb rubbing her clit.

Brenda got fucked on her back for several minutes before Mr. Matsumoto 
withdrew and motioned her to get on her hands and knees.  She did and a 
moment later he got in line behind her on the bed and began to fuck her 
doggy style, making her heavy hangers flop forward and back with 
nothing but open air to slow them.

Wynona felt a hot creaminess cover her wrist and, glancing down 
briefly, noted that Jim had just blown his load in her hand.  She 
quickly knelt before him, keeping her eyes fixed on the bed, and took 
his penis in her mouth.  She sucked until he stopped spurting and 
cleaned him up with her tongue.

By now Brenda was frantic with animal lust and had to bury her face in 
the bed sheets to stifle her screams of intense pleasure as the wave of 
orgasm washed through her.  Matsumoto was breathing heavy now and Jim 
saw sweat on his brow as he quickened his pace in Brenda's pussy.  He 
gripped Brenda by the waist, called out something in Japanese and 
emptied his balls into the condom.  He then collapsed on top of Brenda 
who collapsed onto the bed.  He gripped her breasts in his hands as he 
lay on her.  A moment later he rolled to the side and stared up at the 
ceiling with wide eyes.

Brenda slipped over the edge of the bed and put her feet on the floor.  
She stood on shaky legs looking at Jim's flushed face.  Wynona stood up 
from in front of Brenda's husband and licked her lips.  All three came 
together in a group hug.

END OF PART 19

NOTE:  If you've missed the story so far, you can download it free of 
charge at my website at http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net/.
As of January 2007 I am still adding new chapters to 
"What Some People Will Do" and looking for new ideas and 
directions for the story.  I have put a feedback form on my website 
if you would like to make suggestions.    Thank you!  Sir Render

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