The Ultimate Submission (Jacqueline's Story)
By Gato Medio

Chapter 14

[Lola]

The big moment had finally arrived. Ramon had designed
extremely sexy versions of just about any piece of
ladies' underwear one can imagine, to be launched under
his own '_Vous êtes très jolie_' brand. Michel had
invested a lot of his money and entrepreneurial skills
and hired a crew of people who created an advertising
campaign, designed attractive packaging, produced press
releases and organised a fashion show with top models to
launch the brand.

On the evening before the fashion show which would mark
the official launch of the collection, there was a
cocktail party in one of the most fashionable hotels of
Paris to allow the media and other interested members of
the public to meet the designer in an informal setting.
Ramon knew that I would be bored out of my skin and left
it up to me whether I would attend or not. But I
understood how important the event was for him and I
wanted to be at his side when the public paid tribute to
his talent.

To fight the boredom I decided to wear one of my own
creations, which Rose had kindly put together following
my instructions. It didn't look anything like a
conventional dress and could best be described as various
lengths of chiffon, held together by magic. The white
textile resembled a mosquito net, which is to say it was
almost transparent. Underneath I wore a few drops of
expensive perfume and nothing else.

Ramon had gone with Michel to discuss some final details
for the launch. While I waited for him I went to the
upper part of the split-level room to observe the crowd.
I found myself standing alone with my back to a wall,
when I overheard a conversation between two men, who were
probably standing just around the corner without noticing
me and without me being able to see them.

"They say this Ramon designs lingerie which makes women
look more seductive, but his girlfriend doesn't wear
any."

"You mean she doesn't wear his creations?"

"No. I mean she doesn't wear any underwear, full stop.
Not his nor anybody else's."

"How do you know?"

"Well it's quite obvious, you just need to look at her.
Everything's on display. And I mean: _everything_. You
obviously haven't seen her yet, otherwise you'd know what
I'm talking about. I'll point her out to you when I spot
her again."

The conversation didn't upset me. I was no longer the
little girl who would try to cover herself and run away
when someone saw her in the nude. I had learned to be
proud of my body and the pleasures I and others derived
from it. Only a short while ago, when we arrived at the
hotel, I had been caught in the headlights of an oncoming
car when I crossed the driveway which leads to the hotel
entrance. The bright lights of the car had shone right
through that pretence of a dress I was wearing, and
everybody present could see me as naked as I really was.
I had just smiled and waved to the photographers who were
busy taking my picture.

On another occasion, when I was wearing a skirt which
consisted of a series of silk scarves barely long enough
to reach my thighs, held in place by a wide belt, the
unexpected opening of a window caused a draught which
sent my scarves flying into the air and gave everybody
around a clear view of my pussy. Again, I just gave
everybody a big smile and carried on as if nothing had
happened.

It didn't matter to me who saw me naked or barely
dressed. What mattered was that it was Ramon who would
leave the party with the sexiest woman around to take her
to his home, into his arms and into his bed.

I was about to walk around the corner to give the two men
a chance for another look, when one of them said, "Look,
there comes another one wearing hardly any clothes."

That remark made me curious. I looked in the direction of
the entrance where I saw the figure of a slim young woman
who had just arrived. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was
Beatrice, the woman I had met during Charlotte's 'sex
lesson', the one whose bare pussy had inspired me to a
memorable performance! I had often wondered what had
become of her and had felt some regret that our paths had
never crossed again. Now she was standing only a few
metres away from me.

Beatrice was wearing a white blouse which was open in the
front. Only somewhere near her navel were three tiny
buttons holding the piece in place. Although the gap in
the middle of the blouse didn't reveal much, the
transparent textile of the blouse didn't hide much
either. Her beautiful breasts and the pink nipples on top
were clearly visible.

With the blouse she was wearing a pink wrap-around skirt
which was fastened by a single knot on one side. The
skirt was quite short, showing off her beautiful long
legs. It was made of a fairly thin fabric, and with some
light shining at her from behind a keen observer could
make out the shape of her panties, a mere wisp of
material covering her sex.

She looked ravishing. Her style of dressing had changed
radically from the first and so far only time I met her.
I could understand that men got hard-ons just from
looking at her.

I set off immediately to meet her, but not without first
passing the two men, giving them a big smile and a little
wave.

As I made my way through the crowd, a crazy idea started
to take shape in my head. When I got to the place where
Beatrice was standing, she already had a drink in her
hand, and a group of men had gathered around her. They
were quite obviously keen on 'getting to know her a
little better'. And what better start could there be than
to strike up a conversation about erotic ladies'
underwear?

I wasn't sure how she would react to seeing me again.
Maybe she didn't want to be reminded of Charlotte's
'lesson'? I gently tipped her on the shoulder from
behind. She turned around and when she saw me, her face
lit up.

"Jacqueline! What a surprise!" She handed her glass to
one of the men for safekeeping and gave me a big hug and
an even bigger kiss on the mouth. I was delighted to feel
her body against mine.

After she had recovered her drink, she asked, "So, how's
life treating you."

I wasn't interested in making small talk. I ignored her
question and asked her, "Do you still shave your pussy?"

This unexpected and direct question made her burst out
laughing.

"I did it just a few hours ago. It's nice and smooth,"
she answered with a seductive smile. "Are you still crazy
about eating pussy?" came her question back.

"Only if they're as juicy as yours."

The men who had gathered around Beatrice couldn't believe
their ears. They probably thought they were dealing with
a couple of lesbians and started to drift away.

Beatrice asked, "Do you still get undressed in front of
complete strangers?"

"Well, what do you think?" I asked, taking a step back.

She hadn't had a chance yet to look at my outfit, but
when she saw what I was wearing she nodded, "You still
do," and we both had a big laugh.

I found out that she had moved to Berlin and was working
there as the fashion correspondent for a German magazine.
She had come to Paris to interview 'some up and coming
fashion designer', as she put it.

"He seems to be quite popular because I could only get an
appointment for tomorrow morning at nine - not my
favourite time."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Ramon had finished
his meeting and was looking for me on the upper level of
the room. I waved to him but signalled him to stay where
he was.

"Nice fellow. Is he yours?" asked Beatrice who had seen
me waving to Ramon. She obviously didn't know who he was.

"Well, it's the other way around. I'm his."

"Oh yes, I forgot. You're the submissive type."

"Which didn't stop you from submitting to me."

Beatrice didn't have an answer to that one. She looked
again in Ramon's direction. "Is he good?"

"Very." I said. "At least, that's what I think. Maybe you
want to form your own opinion?"

Beatrice looked at me in disbelief. "You mean...?"

"Yes. I mean."

"You ..., me ... and him?" She wanted to make absolutely
sure she hadn't misunderstood.

"You got it in one - or should I say in three?"

"Do you think he'd like it?"

"It's number one on his wish list."

Beatrice looked again at Ramon. "Very interesting," she
said, pronouncing each syllable as if it were a separate
word.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said. "Stay here. Don't
move. I'll have a quick word with him, but I'm certain I
already know the answer. We'll be with you in a moment."

I was elated. My feet hardly touched the ground. Not only
was I going to get another taste of this wonderful pussy,
I was also going to give Ramon the best present he'd ever
received - apart from myself, of course. And finally,
Beatrice would have an opportunity to pay back some of
the thrills I had given her. I wondered what her mouth
would feel like on my pussy. I felt seriously aroused
when I reached Ramon.

"Everything alright?" I asked.

He ignored my question and inquired, looking in the
direction where Beatrice was standing, "Who's that girl,
sorry, young lady you were talking to?"

"Are you interested?"

"Do you know her well?"

Ramon didn't usually answer a question with another
question. This was a sign that there was something on his
mind, but he didn't quite know how to say it.

"I do," I said. "Would you like me to introduce you?" I
put a special stress on the word 'introduce', hoping he
would get the hint.

He looked at me in disbelief. "You mean ...?"

This was the second time within only a few minutes that
someone had given me this puzzled look and asked, 'You
mean ...?' Did I have a problem communicating my idea or
was this a case where people just couldn't believe their
luck? I decided it was the latter.

"Remember when we talked about your fantasy of making
love to two women at the same time? This is your chance."

He smirked. "Don't you think we should ask her first?"

I smirked back. "I already have. She'd be delighted to
join us. Come, let's meet her."

There was something else worrying Ramon. "You know, Wanda
has set up an interview with some reporter from Germany
for tomorrow morning at nine. That's very important. I
don't want to miss it."

"You won't miss it. Trust me," I said. "Now let's go and
meet her."

I took Ramon's hand and he followed me willingly through
the crowd to the spot where I had left Beatrice. She
hadn't moved an inch, just as I had told her. The two
looked at each other and quite obviously liked what they
saw.

I was going to do the introductions. "Ramon, meet Bea..."

Beatrice interrupted me in mid-sentence. "Lola," she
said.

It dawned on me that the name she had given me at
Charlotte's place probably wasn't her real name. I
started again. "Ramon, meet Lola who has come here from
Berlin to interview some up and coming fashion designer.
Lola, meet Ramon, the up and coming fashion designer."

The two looked at me in disbelief. I could almost hear
the relays click as their brains tried to process the
information I had just given them. Eventually they looked
at each other and, almost at the same time, both of them
laughed, "The interview."

"Yes," I said, putting my arms around both of them,
"you'll be able to do the interview without getting out
of bed."

Ramon said he needed to stay at the party, at least for
half an hour, to circulate among the guests and talk to a
few people. We agreed on a time when we would meet near
the entrance. He went off to circulate and we did the
same, displaying our assets to whoever cared to look.
Shortly before the agreed time to rejoin Ramon I decided
that Lola was slightly overdressed. I took her to the
ladies' toilets and made her take off her panties.

"This fits better into my plans," I told her. I resisted
the temptation to do it myself. I knew I would be unable
to control myself once I touched or even looked at her
delicious little slit.

Then we met up with Ramon and left. This time he wasn't
just leaving with the sexiest woman, he was taking the
two sexiest creatures with him. The photographers waiting
in front of the hotel fell over each other taking
pictures of Ramon leaving with two scantily dressed
females, one in each arm.

I let Lola sit in the front, next to Ramon who was
driving, so that the two could get a little more
acquainted. I sat in the back and thought about the play
bill for the evening: the overture, several movements,
the grand finale, and in the end probably a few encores.

                         -----

When we arrived at the apartment Ramon prepared a round
of drinks for us. Lola smiled when she saw the huge bed
on the raised platform. "Looks like I've come to the
right place," she said.

We toasted to an enjoyable evening and then Lola and I
proceeded to undress our man.

Standing on either side of him, we unbuttoned his shirt,
stroking his masculine chest with our fingers. Then we
took off the shirt altogether. This was the first time I
realised how much work it is to undress a man. First you
have to sit him down to take off his shoes and socks,
then you make him stand to pull down his trousers, after
that he has to sit again to take them completely off. I
came to the conclusion that women's clothes, at least the
kind Lola and I were wearing, were much more practical.

But eventually we had Ramon down to his underpants. As we
pulled those down, Lola's eyes widened at the sight of
his cock. I noticed that it wasn't yet fully erect. Maybe
it was because of the somewhat unusual situation.
Usually, Ramon would undress me first amongst many kisses
and caresses. By the time he took off his clothes his
cock was already rearing to go. But we would soon fix
this.

Kneeling on either side of him, we ran our tongues along
his shaft which reacted promptly to the stimulation. I
managed to plant a kiss on Lola's lips with Ramon's now
fully erect member between our mouths.

We escorted Ramon to a chair near the top end of the bed
from where he could watch the next part of the
proceedings in all comfort. I told Lola to get onto the
bed and made her kneel with her legs slightly apart,
facing Ramon. Activating the hidden mechanism, I slid the
covers of the wall mirror out of the way so that Lola
could see herself in the huge mirror in front of her. She
could now watch herself and observe Ramon's reaction at
the same time. Lola found this very exciting.

Kneeling behind her, I kissed her neck and slid my hand
inside her blouse, fondling her breasts and squeezing her
nipples. Her face in the mirror showed how much she
enjoyed this. I, too, enjoyed looking at the mirror which
showed the image of two lusty young women at play, still
almost completely dressed.

I undid the buttons which held Lola's blouse in place and
let the thin material slide off her shoulders, giving
Ramon his first unobstructed view of her delicious
breasts and her hard, pink nipples. My hands were now all
over her body, stroking, caressing, squeezing. I could
feel that Lola's excitement was mounting. I changed
position and took one of her nipples into my mouth,
letting my tongue dance around it and making Lola moan
with desire.

To complete the unwrapping of my present for Ramon, I
undid the knot which held her skirt in place, loosened it
and then, like someone unveiling a monument or a
commemorative plaque, I pulled the piece of cloth to one
side.

Ramon's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. With one
big leap he was out of his chair and at the side of the
bed where he knelt down and buried his face between
Lola's thighs. He was like a wild animal, a starving man
who was offered his first plate of food after days of
fasting.

Even Lola was surprised by the ferocity of his attack. He
held on to her hips with both hands and pulled her
towards his face so that he could plunge his tongue
deeper into her love hole.

I had expected Ramon to be fascinated by Lola's shaved
pussy, but his enthusiasm exceeded all expectations. His
reaction spoilt my carefully prepared plan. I wanted to
give Lola the chance to undress me for Ramon as I had
done with her, and then we would give him a display of
how much fun two horny women can have on their own.

No way would I get Ramon to return to his chair and watch
our little show. He wanted to eat Lola's pussy and he
wanted it now!

'Oh well', I thought to myself, 'no harm done. I'll still
have plenty of opportunity to play with Lola.'

Nevertheless, I found it necessary to scold Ramon for
forgetting his good manners. "No gentleman worthy of the
name would stick his tongue into a lady's pussy without
at least kissing her first on the mouth or licking her
nipples," I admonished.

"I'm sorry," he said between mouthfuls of pussy. "I
couldn't help it. I got carried away."

"I forgive you," said Lola who was enjoying Ramon's
enthusiasm tremendously.

I got undressed and then helped the two find a more
comfortable position. Lola lay on her back and Ramon
climbed on top of the bed and buried his head again
between her thighs. I decided to concentrate on Lola's
upper body, kissing her, first gently, then passionately.
Trailing my fingers down her back, over her shoulders, to
her breasts and down to her belly, near to where Ramon
was driving her crazy.

My mouth followed my fingers, kissing every part of
Lola's body I could reach. Her nipples awaited my lips
and my tongue eagerly, her back arching up in
anticipation. When my mouth came close to her pussy, I
managed to persuade Ramon to share this delicacy with me.
We ended up lying face to face, taking it in turns to
stimulate her. At times our tongues met in Lola's slit.
The sensation of two tongues in her pussy was too much
for Lola. Her hips bucked, her whole body convulsed and
she came with a resounding moan, letting us know how
satisfied she was with our team effort.

I could sense that Lola wanted more. She wanted to feel
Ramon's hard rod inside her pussy. And Ramon, too, longed
to plunge his cock into this smooth, hairless wonder. But
something held him back. I felt that he was worried about
my reaction if he fucked another woman right in front of
my eyes - something that had so far never happened in our
relationship.

I wanted to assure him that I had no objections and
motioned him between Lola's legs. Positioning his cock so
that its head was right at the entrance of Lola's pussy,
I declared, "Now let me really introduce you to Lola,"
and gave him a slap on his backside so that his cock
entered her.

Watching his cock slide into Lola's well-oiled hole was
one of the most exciting things I'd ever seen. It was the
first time I had a chance to watch at close quarters how
a cock moved in and out of a pussy. And this being
Ramon's wonderful rod inside Lola's luscious shaved plum
made it even more exciting.

As Ramon drilled deeper and deeper inside her, I watched
Lola's beautiful face, already covered in perspiration.
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened as his length
stretched her, probably further than she had ever been
stretched before. She gasped and moaned as he slid in and
out of her in a slow but steady rhythm. I kissed her
face, licking the sweat off her forehead. "Enjoy it, he's
the best," I whispered into her ear.

So much generosity on my part deserved a reward, I
thought. I was highly aroused and my pussy needed some
attention. I straddled Lola so that my sex was just above
her face. I was already so wet that my juices were
literally dripping onto her chin. Lola was too absorbed
with what Ramon's cock was doing to her pussy to pay much
attention to mine. I ground my crotch into her face,
riding myself to a wonderful orgasm and flooding her face
with my juices.

Ramon did not remain idle while I was looking after my
own pleasure. He fucked Lola in earnest now and brought
her to a number of memorable orgasms. Her shouts of
appreciation were somewhat muffled by my pussy which I
had pressed over her mouth.

Ramon, too, seemed to be in a hurry to reach his climax.
It may have been the unusual sensation of having two sex-
starved women at his disposal. It may have been the
newness of Lola's bald pussy. Whatever it was, his
excitement soon reached the point of no return and he
started to shoot his load into Lola's pussy. Somehow he
must have had his doubts whether it was okay to spurt his
seed inside her. He withdrew his still erupting cock and
sprayed Lola's belly and thighs with his cum.

I had lifted my pussy off Lola's face to give her room to
breathe. Ramon offered her his softening cock, coated
with the mixture of his cum and her own juices. Lola
didn't hesitate for a second. She took his member into
her mouth and licked and sucked it with gusto until it
was completely clean.

But the larger part of Ramon's treasure was waiting for
me between Lola's legs. I dived between her thighs before
anyone else could claim a stake in this delicacy. I was
grateful to Ramon for having made a real mess down there.
He had filled Lola's pussy to overflowing and spilt his
cream all around her entrance, on her belly, between her
thighs.

I had tasted Ramon's cum many times before, but this was
special. His semen was mixed with Lola's juices and it
was deposited in the most appetizing pussy I had ever
come across. I knew I was in for a feast and I was
determined to make the most of it. Using my tongue I
cleaned Lola meticulously. At first I stayed away from
the centre of her lust, licking her belly, her inner
thighs, the area surrounding her pussy without actually
touching it.

Lola was pleased with my clean-up operation but didn't
like at all that it took me so long to get to the point.
She urged me on, begged, pleaded, cursed me, threatened
to cut off all friendly relations if I didn't give her
immediate relief. I decided that giving her my pussy to
eat would shut her up. I spread my legs and carefully
positioned my pussy right in front of her. After all,
Lola was our guest, and as such, she was entitled to the
best the house had to offer.

She hesitated for a moment and then decided to accept my
offering. As she started to plunge her tongue into my
pussy, I started to lick hers, cleaning out all the
delicious stuff Ramon had deposited there.

I don't know how long we had been licking each other in a
sixty-nine position when I felt the by now familiar
sensation of cool jelly being applied to my ass. I lifted
my ass and pushed against Ramon's cock to make it easier
for him to enter me.

Lola, who had been so absorbed with licking my pussy that
she had forgotten the world around her, noticed that her
favourite delicacy was moving away from her mouth. When
she realized the reason for the change, she exclaimed,
"Holy Cow! You're not going to stick it in there, are
you?"

Neither of us answered. Ramon just kept pushing deeper
inside me and I did my best to accommodate him. I kept my
mouth glued to Lola's pussy. As Ramon drove deeper and
deeper into my rear, my whole body rocked back and forth
and my tongue travelled the whole length of Lola's slit
with every powerful thrust, like a plough, tilling the
fertile pasture of her smooth sex.

The forceful strokes of my tongue excited Lola even more.
"Oh yes! Lick me harder, stab me, fuck me with your
tongue!" she exclaimed.

Seeing how much she enjoyed the treatment made me double
my efforts. I felt my orgasm approach and I wanted her to
come with me. I also clenched my muscles around Ramon's
cock which was trapped in the prison of my tight rear,
knowing he wouldn't be able to resist for very long.

"We're coming!" I shouted into Lola's pussy as I felt
another orgasm rip through her. Only seconds later
Ramon's cock erupted and filled my ass with his cum.

We remained in this position for a while, motionless,
catching our breath. After Ramon withdrew his softening
cock from my rear I could feel Lola using my hips as a
support to lift herself. Her head moved up between my
legs, but she ignored my soaking wet pussy and went
straight to my rear hole where Ramon's juice was leaking
out of me. Without hesitation she licked and sucked the
booty into her mouth.

But she didn't stop there. I gasped. She wouldn't do
that, would she? But she did. She used her hands to
spread my cheeks apart and then she stuck her tongue into
my ass hole as deep as she could manage to lick out
Ramon's cum. What a slut! It seemed that I had found my
match. Nobody had ever stuck their tongue into my ass. I
felt exhilarated to be subjected to such an outrageous
act. Just thinking about what she was doing made me come
again.

Afterwards Lola and I held each other in a tight embrace,
kissing gently and declaring our everlasting love to each
other. Ramon returned from the bathroom where he had
cleaned himself and watched his two love-doves who were
treating each other with so much tenderness. When we
noticed him, we pulled him onto the bed, made him lie on
his back and licked his cock hard.

In an attack of altruism, I let Lola mount Ramon's cock.
It was such a fantastic picture to see his hard rod slide
into her smooth plum. I could have watched forever. But
rather than remaining idle, I straddled Ramon and offered
him my pussy to lick. He gladly accepted and held on to
my hips as his tongue darted into my slit. Lola, who had
embarked on a tantalizingly slow ride on Ramon's cock
grabbed my tits from behind and played with my nipples.

I was amazed how quickly we had learned to understand
each other's desires. How each of us sensed what the
other two needed and how eager we were to satisfy each
other's want. We had become one single body with two
pussies, one cock and two pairs of tits. One organism in
pursuit of orgasm. And when one of us went over the edge,
the other two followed within seconds.

In the end we collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and fell
asleep in a tangle of bodies and limbs.

                         -----

I woke from the deafening noise of Ramon's alarm clock.
It was eight in the morning. The interview with the
reporter from Germany had been so important to Ramon that
he had set the alarm the previous day, before leaving for
the cocktail party. The exciting events of the evening
had occupied his mind so much that he forgot to cancel
the alarm. I thought it best to pretend I was still
asleep.

Ramon switched off the alarm and cursed. Then he looked
around him and remembered that he was in bed with two
extremely beautiful and sexy women, both of whom were
still asleep - at least that's what he thought.

Lola was lying to his right, only partly covered by the
bed sheet, her bare bottom very close to his face. He
gave it a gentle slap and said, "Wake up, it's time for
the interview."

Lola was still in a daze. She didn't quite know where she
was, who this guy was who had slapped her bottom, and
what he wanted from her. Ramon removed the part of the
bed sheet which had covered his rock-hard cock. It never
fails to amaze me that he can have a hard-on this early
in the morning.

Lola still didn't know what was going on, but when she
saw Ramon's gorgeous tool, instinct took over and she
started to lick it. She moved around so that she was
straddling Ramon's chest and offered him her pussy. Ramon
didn't need a second invitation and started licking her
slit.

I was watching the two, partly to see if I could learn
something new, partly trying to find a way to join in the
fun, when the phone rang. As I was the only one whose
mouth wasn't occupied, I went to answer it.

It was Wanda, Michel's press secretary. I didn't like
Wanda. With her old fashioned clothes and her tight-laced
attitudes, she resembled more a prison warden than a
secretary. And she also treated people as if she was
their overseer. It was beyond me how such a person could
promote erotic lingerie. But, on the positive side, she
was extremely efficient and reliable. That's probably why
people put up with her backward attitudes.

"I'm phoning to remind Mr. Ramon that he has an interview
at nine."

"Oh, yes the interview. It's already in full swing."

Wanda didn't know what to say.

"Would you like to listen in for a few minutes?" I asked.

Without waiting for an answer I walked over to the bed.
The two had changed position. Ramon was on top, feeding
Lola his cock while he was devouring her increasingly wet
pussy. With the treatment her honey pot was receiving,
Lola would normally shout her orgasm to the four corners
of the world, but as she had his huge cock in her mouth,
the noise was somewhat stifled.

I held the receiver near her mouth for a few moments,
then I said to Wanda, "Did you hear that?"

Wanda replied, "It seems that the reporter from Berlin is
a woman." ("You've got that right," I thought to myself.)
"But I couldn't understand a word she was saying."

"That's because she's got a big cock in her mouth which
makes it kind of difficult to speak clearly. Otherwise
she might have said something like 'Oh, what a wonderful
feeling it is to have my pussy licked by such a skilful
tongue and to suck a big cock at the same time.' You
should try it yourself one day. I have to ring off now
because I want to join them."

I felt remorse as soon as I had put the phone down. I
didn't know what had come over me. Hearing Wanda's voice
had spoiled my good mood and I just snapped. I probably
would have to apologize to her later on. Maybe I should
offer to eat her pussy?

Lola was lying on her back now, with Ramon on top of her
fucking her in earnest. Her mouth now free of any
obstruction, she voiced her pleasure for everyone to
hear. I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. When I
returned they had changed position again. Ramon was on
his back now and Lola was riding his cock.

I decided to join them. I went to the spare bedroom where
I kept a few personal items I didn't want to leave in my
room at the university. Amongst them was a dildo which
Roxy had given to me as a present, but I had never used.
I strapped on the plastic cock, lubricated it and knelt
behind Lola.

She gasped when she felt my jelly-covered finger sliding
into her ass. She gasped even louder when I pushed my
cock inside. "Oh God! No. This is too much!" she shouted.
But it sounded like she wanted to say exactly the
opposite: "Yes! Please fuck my ass."

I took my instructions from the latter, unspoken message
and pushed the dildo deeper into her ass. At the same
time, I pressed my body against her and took her breasts
into both hands, rubbing my thumbs over her hardened
nipples, kissing her neck and shoulders. I could see from
Ramon's face how astonished he was when he felt another
cock inside his lover. Together we brought Lola to ever
higher levels of ecstasy and made her feel pleasures she
hadn't experienced before.

                         -----

Unfortunately, we didn't have a lot of time to play our
love games. There was a fashion show scheduled which none
of us wanted to miss, and Lola still wanted to get her
interview.

Ramon suggested, "Why don't you think of a few
interesting questions and make up my answers from the
material that was distributed to the media?"

"I don't think that would do justice to your skills."

I was sure Lola was thinking of skills which had nothing
to do with designing sexy underwear. She produced a small
tape recorder along with a list of prepared questions
from her handbag and went through her questions,
discarding some, adding others, while we tucked into our
breakfast.

Most of Lola's questions were the usual run-of-the-mill
stuff that readers of the fashion pages seem to be
interested in, but Ramon, apart from providing the usual
answers and explanations which I was already familiar
with, found ways of making unique and personal
declarations.

So when Lola opened the interview with the question,
"What made you decide to design sexy ladies' underwear?"
Ramon did not only talk about the deep admiration he felt
for the female body, he also managed to include
references to Lola's physical attributes, particularly
her shaved pussy, and the things we had got up to the
previous night and this morning.

"I was fascinated by women ever since I first became
aware of the fact that there is a difference. The female
body is the most beautiful thing on earth. And I don't
think I will ever grow tired of admiring women. For
example, when I saw your shaved pussy last night, it was
as if I was looking at a naked woman for the first time
in my life. It was fantastic. As soon as I saw this
beautiful slit I wanted only one thing - two things,
actually - I wanted to lick this smooth treasure until it
got wet and then I wanted to plunge my cock inside,
wanted you to beg for more."

Lola switched off the tape recorder and said to Ramon,
"You realize that I'll have to edit this tape before I
have it translated. I can't possibly publish an interview
where you tell everybody how much you enjoyed fucking me
- and how much I loved it."

As soon as Lola had switched the recorder back on, Ramon
said with a smirk on his face, "Oh, I forgot to mention:
there was another woman in bed with us who also worshiped
your smooth pussy, and you enjoyed her attention almost
as much as mine - and you paid back in kind every thrill
she gave you."

Lola gave him a black look and made an obscene gesture,
but carried on with the interview without further
interruptions.

"If you like the female body so much, why do you dedicate
your life to covering it up?"

"There is a moment, when a woman is no longer dressed but
not yet naked, which is pure magic. It holds the promise
of immense pleasure and the threat of expulsion from
paradise for tasting the forbidden fruit. I see my
creations as a feeble attempt to enhance this magic."

Then there was the question whether his creations were
turning women into sex objects.

"I think there is only a very small percentage of women
who could honestly say they don't like to be admired -
and I'm not saying the admirer has to be a man. The
effect of sexy lingerie is just as seductive for a female
lover. Those flimsy pieces of textile which hint at what
lies beneath without revealing it increase the desire,
invite seduction and romantic foreplay. The more fragile
the clothes are the more tender will the lover be when he
removes them, the more the woman will feel that she's
being desired. And it's because of this feeling that
women all over the world put on seductive underwear."

                         -----

When it was time to leave, we all went to the hotel where
the fashion show was going to take place. Lola was
staying at the same hotel - although she hadn't made much
use of her accommodation - and used the opportunity to go
to her room and change clothes.

While Ramon and I were standing in the lobby, waiting for
Lola, Michel came towards us. He was beaming, looking
even more jovial than usual. There was obviously some
good news he was eager to tell us about. But before he
reached us he stopped and looked at me.

"I see you are dressed for the occasion, Jacqueline. You
look wonderful! Aren't you worried that someone might
rape you?"

I had taken the conversation which I overheard the day
before as a hint. The unknown man had commented that I
wasn't wearing any underwear, not Ramon's nor anybody
else's. I had decided to prove him wrong. This time all I
was wearing was underwear designed by Ramon. My outfit
consisted of a lacy bra and panty combination with a
transparent négligé on top.

I thanked Michel for his kind words and told him that I
was just doing my bit to promote Ramon's new brand.

"What a fantastic publicity stunt," Michel exclaimed.
"Was this your idea, Ramon, or did Jacqueline think of
it?"

I didn't think my attire deserved so much enthusiasm.
Clearly, he was talking about something else.

"Publicity stunt?" Ramon asked, looking as puzzled as I
was.

"Well, it doesn't matter who thought of it. It was a
brilliant idea. The picture is in all the papers. I guess
this gives the launch more media coverage than my
carefully planned publicity campaign."

"Picture? What picture?" Ramon and I said in unison.

"Don't tell me you haven't seen it. There's a lot of
speculation who the nudes are."

"Nudes?"

"Well, not quite nudes, but almost. I recognized
Jacqueline, of course, but I've never seen the other one
before."

Michel pulled a bunch of newspapers from his briefcase
and showed one of them to us. The front page showed a
picture of Ramon with two women, one on either side. I
realised that this picture had been taken the evening
before, when Lola, Ramon and I left the cocktail party.
The flashes of the photographers had cut right through
the flimsy clothes we had been wearing and the picture
showed our tits as if we hadn't been wearing anything. My
eyes widened when I saw how naked I looked. Compared with
this, I was now fully clothed.

Lola looked only marginally less naked. The caption under
the picture read 'Fashion designer Ramon leaves the party
to mark the launch of his brand of erotic lingerie
accompanied by two potential customers. The two ladies
can't wait for the collection to appear in the shops and
have already discarded their old-fashioned underwear.'

Other papers printed the same picture with different
comments. Those which had the picture on the front page
referred readers to a detailed article inside the paper.
Some also brought photographs which had been taken when
Ramon and I arrived at the hotel. None of them mentioned
my name; they just referred to me as Ramon's companion.
None of them had any information about who the other
woman might be.

Although my name wasn't mentioned, I knew that it would
be almost impossible that people in Villiers wouldn't
recognize me and bring the picture to my father's
attention - if he hadn't seen it himself already. The
papers in Villiers were usually a day behind with the
news, but they would certainly make the most of the
story, when they found out that one of the women in the
picture was a local girl.

What it came down to was that I was now officially a slut
in my father's book. I had demonstrated that I wasn't
taking my studies seriously and consequently, he would
cut off any financial support. He might even deny that I
was his daughter. As far as the financial aspect was
concerned, I wasn't worried. Ramon had insisted that I be
included in his contract with Michel because I had served
him as an inspiration in the creation of the '_Vous êtes
très jolie_' brand. I would be getting a small percentage
for every item sold and that would easily make up any
shortfall. I had always known that the break-up with my
father was going to happen one day, but I couldn't help
feeling sorry when it happened.

While I was reflecting on my family situation, Michel had
asked Ramon who the other woman was.

"She's a reporter who came to interview me, and
apparently Jacqueline had known her before," Ramon
explained.

"And you got her to play the part, just like that?"

"Play what part? There wasn't any acting. We were just
leaving together and the photographers took our picture."

"You mean this wasn't laid on for the press? She did
actually go with you?"

"Yes. I don't know what's so unusual about that," Ramon
said.

I added, "We didn't think of the media. We just did what
came natural to us." I saw Lola coming towards us. "Here
she comes, you can ask her yourself."

Lola was wearing what looked like a conservative business
suit. But as she came closer I could see that her narrow
skirt had slits reaching up to her hips on both sides. As
she walked, her beautiful long legs attracted everybody's
attention. And I was sure she wasn't wearing anything
underneath. The blouse which she wore under the formal
jacket was thin enough to let her firm breasts with the
pink nipples shine through. She looked ravishing.

But Lola also looked agitated. She paid hardly any
attention when I introduced her to Michel. "All hell's
broken loose," she said. "There were urgent messages on
my mobile phone, faxes, messages left with the hotel
receptionist, asking me to get in touch with my boss. The
first thing he said when I phoned him was, 'You were
supposed to conduct an inter_view_ with the man, not
inter_course_.' Apparently there have been some pictures
in the papers ..."

Her flow was interrupted when Michel showed her the front
page of the paper I had been looking at just a few
moments ago.

Lola was just as surprised by the obvious nudity on the
picture as I had been.

"Now I understand. No wonder he drew his conclusions. He
was frustrated because everybody's printing a picture of
'his' reporter and he has a reporter on the spot but
nothing yet to print."

Turning to Ramon, she said, "Now that everybody knows
what happened, I've decided to let them print the
interview exactly as it's been recorded - without any
cuts. They've also asked me to write a personal account
about my encounter with the rising star of ladies'
fashion, kind of an eyewitness report, for another
magazine specialized in gossip."

I couldn't resist. "Are you sure that 'eye' is the most
appropriate body part? Shouldn't it be pussy-witness?"

"Don't you get smart on me, young lady. Or I'll tell
everything I saw you do."

"And the things you didn't see but only felt?" I
retorted.

                         -----

This was the first ever fashion show I attended, and it
was spectacular. The fact that it was a display of sexy
underwear made it even more exciting. The models were
beautiful. They moved in exact harmony with the music.
The lighting added extra glamour. I was as impressed as
the rest of the audience. The large room was crammed
full. There weren't enough seats for everybody and some
people had to stand with their backs to the wall. At the
end Ramon joined the models on the raised platform where
they had been parading his creations to receive a
standing ovation.

A microphone appeared from somewhere and Ramon thanked
the audience for their generous applause. He thanked
Michel for having believed in his talent and having
provided the financial backing, and the models for having
lent life and beauty to his creations.

"There is a young lady who also deserves to receive your
applause. She has been a continuous inspiration to me and
without her, my collection would be only half as sensual
as it turned out. Please give a big hand to Jacqueline."

I had not planned on making a public appearance and
wondered whether it had been a good choice to wear only
underwear. But there was no way I could ignore Ramon's
outstretched hand. I climbed on to the runway to join
Ramon and received uproarious applause amidst dozens of
flashes from the photographers' cameras. Many people
recognized me from the picture in the paper and some
wanted to know where the other woman was. But Lola kept
her head down and remained quiet in the section allocated
to the foreign press.

                         -----

Ramon had offered to take Lola to the airport but she
preferred to take a taxi. She didn't want to cut our
celebrations short, she said. The taxi was waiting and
the time had come to make our farewells.

Lola said, "Thank you very much, both of you, for a very
enjoyable evening." She paused. "That sounds so bloody
formal. What I really want to say is, I have never been
fucked like that before, I have never tasted such a sweet
plum as yours, Jacqueline, and I have never had my pussy
eaten with so much fervour as the two of you did. Thank
you very much."

"Well, you played no small part in making it a memorable
event," I said. "We must do this again some time soon."

"Yes," she responded enthusiastically, "why don't you
visit me in Berlin. I don't have such a nice large bed as
yours, but we can always do it on the carpet."

"Or in a hotel room," said Ramon, who was also keen on a
rematch.

"I'll tell all my female readers to take off their
panties and then gift-wrap themselves with Ramon's sexy
lingerie before they give themselves to their favourite
playmates."

Then she hugged and kissed each of us passionately and
left for the airport. Ramon hugged me and said, "Thanks
for sharing her with me."

I felt very happy and extremely proud of myself.

                    To be continued