The Ultimate Submission (Jacqueline's Story)

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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.