It was Stacy's idea to go to the posh hotel, downtown, where the writers convention was being held. She insisted that it was an opportunity they simply couldn't pass up on. An opportunity to meet their favorite writer and maybe even get him to read their manuscript. The idea was to approach Jack Matthews, the most famous and prolific writer at the convention, and get him to read the manuscript they had worked so hard on for almost two years. Actually, although Stacy had provided some minor plot points and descriptive dialogue, Jean had done most of the writing. Stacy handled all the outside duties, acting as agent and PR manager. Both their names would appear on the book though if it ever got published. And that was a big IF! They had no problem slipping into the conference area where all the writers were congregated. They quickly spotted the large mysterious figure. A big man, in his forties sat staring out at his readers and fans from behind the many piles of books. He seemed so much larger in person. Well over six feet tall, broadly built, when he stood he towered over everyone else in the room.
Jean, intimidated by his steely gaze, was ready to around and walk right back out again, but Stacy seemed to feel right at home. She walked right up to Jack Matthews and interrupted the conversation he was having with a group of people. She made her pitch in a single breathless gulp of a seemingly endless sentence, telling him their names, their admiration for his work, the fact that they had written a great thriller which he absolutely had to read.
The way in which Matthews looked at her, his grey-green eyes squinting slightly, reminded Jean of a hawk sizing up his prey. He glared at both the girls as they stood there before him.
"Everyone that has a computer thinks that they are a writer these days." he said, and all the people standing around him burst out in laughter. The two girls sulked away, deflated and humiliated.
Now, up in his private room, Stacy rummaged through Jack's desk bent on revenge. "Yes!!" she shouted out loud all of a sudden, pulling an overflowing blue file folder out of the drawer.
"Here it is! It's Jack's brand new manuscript! Perfect!"
"Have you lost your mind? Put it back!" Jean said, "You have to put that back!"
"On no, we're gonna do a little switcheroo. Our manuscript for his, with a little note saying that if he wants to see his precious manuscript again, all he has to do is read ours!" Stacy informed Jean.
"You're crazy!" Jean responded nervously.
"Just hand me our manuscript." Stacy said.
Jean knew from experience that is was almost impossible to say not to Stacy. She was pulling the manuscript out of her handbag and was handing it to Stacy when the door burst open.
"What the hell are you two doing in here!?" Demanded an upset Jack Matthews.
Jean froze but Stacy put her hands on her hips, struck a sassy pose and said, "What's it to you anyways?"
Matthews loomed over them, "What are you doing with my manuscript?"
"Reading it..." Stacy told him. She wore her blonde hair pulled back over her ears, with just a few stray strands wisping across her cheeks. She brushed them aside in defiance. "Which is a lot more than you were willing to do for us!" she added.
Matthews laughed at her boldness, "How old did you two say you were?"
"Old enough!" Jean said, her knees shaking, as she surprised herself by her words.
"Old enough to know better!" he said, "I should call security and have you thrown out!"
In actual fact, Matthews was delighted to see them. Their tight young bodies had stirred him from the first moment he laid eyes on their invasive presence. The easy availability of sex was what he enjoyed the most about these conventions. What could possibly be better than banging star struck young women with literary pretensions? And what better way than to have them discreetly delivered to him, this was simply too good to be true!
The cocky blonde was tall, with small tits, a narrow waist and long shapely legs that he hoped would be perfect for the hard driving sex he liked so much. The quiet, more nervous one, had beautiful wavy black hair, very large tits that were nicely accentuated by her tight blouse. Her dark brown eyes and full red lips made her a sight fit to suck any cock!
Damn! He couldn't wait to seduce the two of them, but he knew he had to proceed slowly.
"OK...you win!" he said, his tone of voice softening as he smiled, "Anyone who is this determined, deserves a second chance. Let's have a look at what you've got here."
Jean was unable to hide her surprise. Stacy's's scheme had actually worked! "Are you sure Mr.. Matthews?" she asked handing him the folder containing their two hundred page manuscript.
"Yes..." he told her, "And call me Jack...please."
Ten minutes later the two women watched as jack read their work. He had produced a large bottle of wine and three glasses. He sat in a chair he had pulled up to face the velvet couch where the tow girls sat, sipping a glass of wine.
As Jack read, he paused twice to refill the wine glasses, and Jean glanced at her reflection as she smiled into the half empty bottle of wine. Whenever Jack said something like, 'Nice Touch' she imagined herself receiving awards and six figure advances for their literary works. About halfway through their manuscript, he stopped and said, "I think you ladies might actually have something here! Of course some of this needs to be rewritten, but...."
Jean looked defeated. Stacy leaned back, crossed her legs and frowned. Jack quickly reassured them that, overall, what he read was excellent.
"Well what's wrong with it then?" Stacy asked.
"Well," he replied, "some of the sex scenes aren't very convincing, they're not realistic enough. When I read them I get the feeling that you're not very experienced, at least in certain areas."
Jean looked at Stacy and then shook her head shyly, "I guess you're right about that, but I can only speak for myself."
"How about you?" he said, looking at Stacy. And for the first time since Jean had known her, Stacy didn't have a smart come-back.
"Well....ahhh..." Stacy stammered.
"Come on, the Truth!" he requested.
"OK....yeah....," Stacy told him, "So we're both a bit inexperienced. You mean to say that it's that noticeable that it shows through in our writing?"
Jack smiled. Jean thought he looked so handsome, sitting there with advising them, teaching them all about his craft.
Jack got up, walked over to the couch and sat down casually between them. He pointed out a passage to them where the hero kisses the woman who would later be kidnapped by a gang of international terrorists. "For example....this part here....this kissing doesn't't sound very believable..." he told them.
Jean's eyes filled with admiration and curiosity. "Do you think maybe you could show us how you would write a scene like....mmmmmmph..."
He sealed her lips with his own. His arms circled around her back and his tongue probed it's way deep into her mouth. After several seconds he pulled away with a sexy smile.
"You see?" he asked enthusiastically, "That's so different then how you described it....don't you think?"
Jean was frozen for a moment. Her heart was racing, her blood was warm, and she suddenly felt very hot. She felt hot enough that she wanted to take off her blouse! She felt a tingling sensation between hers legs.
