Pt. 53 - Three Beauties in 24 Hours

This is part 53 of my continuing story.

All my characters are well over the age of consent.

This is a work of fiction. Fiction means made up.

Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.

Enjoy!

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Las Vegas, Nevada, a hotel on The Strip, Thursday morning

I woke up quickly. Like I'd had a bad dream. Has that ever happened to you?

I had just spent the night with Dalia, who had assumed without talking to me about it, that I was a suitable person to have children with (specifically, she wanted a girl, or more than one girl).

Yikes!

Go back and read

Pt. 52 - An Older, Bolder Model

to understand both my fear and trepidation and the prospect of getting a lady pregnant that I had spent very little time with. We're talking only a few short hours in person and a couple of short phone calls or Zoom video chats prior to that.

She's thinking of a long-term relationship. I'm thinking of a very short-term fling.

The more my grey matter processed whatever was running around my heavily sleep deprived brain, the more I realized I needed to get away from her as quickly as I possibly could.

Physically, emotionally, cognitively.

Run, Forrest, Run!

Dalia was sound asleep, nude above the covers, splayed out, on her back, her snoring announcing how deep her sleep was. She had a smile on her face, and her large, firm breasts were covered with love bites. Her pussy was still damp from our fuck fest. My seed was still dripping and had pooled on the sheet below her ass.

Time for me to make an exit.

I very quickly and quietly did my business in the bathroom and put on my gym clothes, thinking that a bit of physical movement and some sweat would help me to develop a strategy and plan to get the hell away from her.

I looked down on her as she lay on the big bed and shook my head in both wonder and sadness. Dalia was a world class fuck. Funny, smart and a killer body for a woman her age. (I was guessing she was right at forty).

She'd stand up well next to most twenty somethings. I'd miss her hotter than hot body but there were other ladies to get to know, and maybe, just maybe, I should circulate back to some of the ladies from my past. Or not!

Closing the door quietly, I walked down the long hallway to the elevators, and I thought about our fuck fest from last night.

Starting to wake up, I connected the dots and realized in an ah-hah moment that Dalia was one very selfish lady in bed.

It was all about her, and not at all about me. She loved me getting her off, but it was all about her goal of getting my baby batter deep inside of her.

The deeper the better.

To impregnate her. I was going to be her sugar daddy.

She didn't care about my pleasure. She just wanted my sperm.

As an example, she'd lick and suck my dick, and she did, with a smile, but not for me; she just wanted me hard so I could fuck her again (and again).

Her fertility doctor must have read the same research material that my employee Doctor Tina had, because Dalia insisted that I deliver my sauce into her as I did her doggy, to increase the odds of impregnation.

Doctor Tina knew from research, that doing it from behind, with a large cock that could reach the cervix, would almost guarantee a baby boy.

So, despite Dalia wanting a girl, it wasn't likely to happen if my swimmers met her egg(s) on a fertile day. A baby boy would most certainly result.

The best position for a girl is missionary, or so I was told by Doctor Tina.

After Dalia had her moment of truth with me, when she told me that she wasn't on the pill; that she wanted me to get her pregnant so we could have a baby girl together, we fucked for one last time, but this time I ignored her wanting me to come into her from behind.

Instead, I flipped her over, dragged her naked body down the bed, and I fucked her hard and fast while I stood, her legs on my shoulders as I pounded her deep, until I was ready to explode.

And I did, pulling out and my seed started flying. The first blast landed on Dailia's face, the second on her ample, firm chest, and the last shot ended up on her belly.

There wasn't a lot of volume, but I was pleased with the strength! My aim was pretty good too!

Dalia wasn't particularly happy about what I had done but I wasn't happy about her plan to get pregnant and trap me into a life I didn't want with a woman I hardly knew.

When I got to the elevator, I looked down at my cell phone. The first text I saw was from my boss, Jack Colton, the Board Chair and CEO of The Corporation. He thanked me for the pictures I had sent him yesterday at the conclusion of Dalia's photo shoot. He said he was so impressed he wanted me to meet Missy Rogers, owner of her own ad agency, handling marketing and advertising for all the car dealerships. I texted back that I would meet with her anytime, anyplace.

As I stepped into the elevator, I received a text from Missy. She was in the 24-hour restaurant, lobby level, waiting for me.

*******

She was sitting in a booth in the back. The place was nearly deserted, as all the gamblers were still asleep. The early risers I saw eating breakfast and reading the newspapers were all the senior citizens, drinking Bloody Mary's.

Missy was a strawberry red-haired beauty with a million-dollar smile beaming right at me. Maybe thirty-five tops. The shoulder length hair was nicely done, her makeup was flawless; I could see her breasts move slightly under a white silk blouse as she stood up to greet me and to shake my hand.

This lady was dressed to sell. Her green eyes were sparkling at me as our eyes connected. She was slender, standing at about five foot eight. Missy was really the girl next door.

I greeted her with a firm handshake. Her fragrance reached me first and I fell in lust. She had the whole package.

I could just tell that in addition to a killer body, she was smart.

My cock, flaccid when I woke up, now stirred at the first sight and smell of her.

Whatever she was selling, I was in the mood to buy.

With a friendly, business-like voice she said, "Mister Valencia, I'm Missy Rogers."

We shook hands; Missy had a firm but comfortable grip and a big rock on her left hand. I noticed these things; every guy does.

Her husband was a very lucky man.

At that instant I thought that if she were with me, we'd be naked in bed, upstairs, fucking like rabbits.

But only after I was certain she was on birth control!

I had a fleeting vision of her riding me while I played with her ample tits. Which looked firm but maybe that was because they were strapped in.

I replied, "I'm pleased to meet you. And call me Rick, please."

She smiled and told me, "We've met before."

I couldn't place her. I would have remembered her if we had sex.

"At The Reunion?" I guessed. Hoping I was right and not sounding like an idiot.

"Yes, you remember when they did the 'round robin' dinners?"

"I do. I enjoyed the concept, but I was so overwhelmed that I don't remember anyone's name from those sessions. Sorry!"

I sat down and apologized for a second time, this one for my very casual dress.

Missy smiled and asked, "Did I interrupt your visit to the gym?" and I smiled and nodded in response.

The server came over and asked me if I wanted coffee and I nodded, "With half and half please."

Missy took a sip of her black gold and shared with me that Jack Colton had received the pictures from the day before and had Missy on a plane last night to meet with me.

"I got here too late to meet with you. Now that I'm here, tell me about Dalia, Rick."

Okay, she's getting right to business. I could handle that, despite my brain working at about forty percent of capacity at that moment.

In addition to the lack of sleep, my dick had an increasing amount of my blood flowing into it.

I left the personal stuff out (no need to share what happened last night in bed) and focused solely on what the camera revealed yesterday.

"She's smart, articulate, personable, and has a million-dollar smile. She has charisma, and the camera loves her."

"How well does she take direction?"

"Pretty well, but I only have yesterday to go on. We'd worked out the details of the shoot before we stepped outside to the pool area. She had a lot of energy and that came out, but I will say that when she was done, when she ran out of gas, she was done. As in, no mas."

I smiled at her, and Missy smiled back. Our eyes were locked on one another. Her pupils were large, meaning she liked me.

My cock was continuing to fill with blood, which meant in my own perverted way, I liked her too. I was getting chubby down below.

She was taking some notes but when she wasn't, she was intently looking at me. Sizing me up. Measuring me.

I responded to this look (of affection? of inquisition?) by saying, "Now that I have shared this information with you, why don't you tell me what this is all about. Why you are here and why I am here."

My coffee came and I stirred in some half and half, then took a sip.

"Rick, we've been testing female models for a January advertising campaign on one of our upscale line of cars. I can't tell you at this time which brand, but it begins with a B. We're going to push hard on the whole New Years resolutions thing, targeting men and women to act on buying a new car as part of their "new me in the new year."

I nodded; it was a great idea. People make resolutions to lose weight, get in shape, find a new job, travel, whatever. Why not add buying a new car to the list?

She was distracting me with that white silk blouse. I tried hard not to stare or drool. Those breasts were fucking amazing. She kept talking, and smiling, not trying to cover up or hide anything.

I looked at her eyebrows and I just knew that the carpet matched the drapes.

What I wouldn't give to see a natural red bush. She just got added to my bucket list!

I wanted to taste her. For breakfast!

Now, back to the conversation... what was she saying????

Missy continued, "We want someone who has all the attributes that you said that Dalia has, and one more."

"What's that?"

"We want the viewers to see her on television and then get up off the couch and go meet her at the dealership. Shake her hand, get a photo in, and two days after they drive their new car home, get a handwritten note from her thanking them for their purchase."

Her eyes never left mine.

But being a guy, I couldn't help but move my eyes to her chest. Her thin yet tight expensive blouse didn't leave much to the imagination and as she moved around just a bit, her nipples rubbed on the inside of the cups of her bra, and combined with the cool air of the restaurant caused her high beams to go on.

Stupid me, I looked at that more than ample chest with some very interesting and eye-catching pokies staring back at me and quickly but reluctantly lifted my eyes to hers.

There was a little smile on Missy's face, a smirk.

She knew I was enjoying the view.

We looked at each other; I smiled, and she smiled back.

I said, softly, "Let's enjoy our coffee." That gave me some cover.

Maybe time for the red face I was now wearing to drain off.

We raised our cups, looking at one another like there was no one else in the world, took our sips and put our cups down at the same time. She was mirroring me.

I broke the silence when I asked her "How long have you been looking for this spokesperson?"

She replied that she and Jack had just started looking but that time was running out because the ads were going to start running on January first.

I followed that with "What's your process?"

Missy shared that they wanted to a screen test with Dalia today, at the local Las Vegas dealership, by lunchtime if possible, and if Jack gave the go-ahead, they would start shooting the first commercials that afternoon. The assignment would include travel because they wanted each dealership facility to be included in the commercial. The ads would run on local and cable channels, and Dalia would need to travel the entire month of January, maybe into February, visiting each location.

"What about compensation?"

"We'd sign her to a long-term exclusive contract at a flat daily rate. We'll cover travel and lodging. She's going to be a star on television and will help drive people to the dealerships and help us move volume."

"On the travel, private jet or commercial?"

"Commercial. But we'll put her in first class, and we'll assign someone to be her travel buddy to smooth the way for her. What do you think, will she go for it?"

I asked, "Who is this travel buddy?"

Missy laughed, pushed her hair behind her ear (a sure sign to me that she was interested in me) and replied, "We have a relatively new hire here in Las Vegas to travel with Dalia. He's twenty-four, a graduate of UC Davis where he was the field goal kicker for four years; he was also a third string tight end. He's in great shape, smart, articulate, resourceful. He has traveled a lot already and wants to continue to do that, but also wants to learn about marketing and advertising."

Tight ends have big hands, odds were in favor that he had a big cock to go with it. One look at his hands and Dalia would be interested.

Smiling, I asked, "Is he good looking?"

"Yes, very handsome. Speaks Spanish, French and Italian. Stands just over six feet, dresses well, is well mannered, knows his way around a wine list."

I nodded, thinking that this guy was going to be plowing Dalia within five hours of meeting her. Maybe less. I hoped he was up to being a father.

"How much money are we talking about?"

"I have a budget not to exceed $2,000 a day for her fee. Expenses are on us; they must be reasonable."

"I think she'll go for it. No question. I like that you want her to start today. That solves an issue for me. When do you want to meet her?"

*******

Of course, Dalia wasn't happy that we had to end (I called it postpone) our Arizona and Maui photoshoots but she had an incredible opportunity, and I professed with sincerity that I didn't want to stand in her way.

But it got me away from the possible disaster of having her get pregnant. Of course, I may have already gotten her pregnant, but I'd deal with that if it surfaced.

I had my fingers and balls crossed that she told me the truth when she said it was safe to have sex.

Lesson learned: get the lowdown on birth control before getting your dick wet. Regardless of how gorgeous they are or how much they want you. Or, how much you want to fuck them.

As for Missy, once Dalia finished the first set of commercials in Vegas, she was going back to Phoenix. I offered her a ride on the company jet because I was headed there too. I still had some work to take care of in Las Vegas, so we agreed to meet back at the hotel at 4:30 with the goal to take off just after 5pm, time to have dinner together in the Valley of the Sun. She liked that idea.

As for Dalia, her next ten days (and nights) found her and her young stud in Portland, Seattle, Spokane, Boise, Salt Lake City, Denver, Colorado Springs, Kansas City, Omaha and Santa Fe. The camera loved her and so did the general managers of the car dealerships.

The young man, her travel buddy, couldn't believe what a great job he landed. The fringe benefits were unbelievable.

*******

I got Dalia and Missy into a town car, headed to the dealership, and then I headed back upstairs to pack my bags and took a call from Jack Colton.

He asked me how Dalia and Missy were getting along and then he wanted to know if I knew of any other female spokespeople for another line of cars.

I thought about that for a moment, and then I realized that I did in fact have a suitable resource: Kathy, the younger lady who was working at the television station in Chico. I forwarded her demo tape to the boss and suggested that we could talk specifics when I got to Scottsdale.

Somehow, I just knew that Kathy would like to travel as well as being in front of the camera. The exposure she would receive in the markets might very well open opportunities for her to land at a TV station in a larger market. Let's face it, Chico is nice, but getting on the air in someplace larger would be a great leap forward for her television career.

Jack also brought up a lady banker that had attended the dinner the night before and who was going to be at the shoot at the CYN Suits facility.

Jack Colton shared some personal information about Jessica. They had a short fling a few years back when he was in a so-called marriage but on the road, out of LA, he was always hunting for fresh pussy. He said that one time he and Jessica got into a limo following a group dinner in Las Vegas, just the two of them, after a deep French kiss, she knelt on the floor, spread his legs, unzipped his slacks, his cock flopped out and she blew him in the car going from restaurant back to the hotel where he was staying.

Jack said that Jessica was a magnificent cocksucker. There was no doubt, he said, that she was a sword swallower! And that she didn't mind a load of hot cum either!

He didn't bother to tell Jessica that earlier that evening he had fucked another lady, another guest at the dinner, between cocktail hour and dinner in one of the deserted private dining rooms at the restaurant.

He told me that "Jessica was smart, funny, and she licked my cock clean. What she didn't know was that my cock was coated with another lady's dried juices. And my dried sauce too."

I smiled at his story telling. He sounded like an older brother sharing his dating history.

He continued, "If she tasted anything other than my cock, I didn't sense any hesitation on her part. Her mouth was small, which made the friction strong. Her tongue was a bit longer than most, so I knew she would be great at head because she was a wonderful kisser, and she proved my theory right as her tongue and lips did magnificent things to my cock."

"Jessica wasn't competing with any other woman for my attention; she simply wanted her blow job to be the best she'd ever delivered. And it was a top ten, maybe a top five for me. I liked her technique but having come a few times already that day, I had the limo driver cruise around town a bit before I was able to shoot my wad. Jessica was able to coax a final load out of my mostly empty balls, swallowing with a smile what little man juice I had left."

Jack said that he had brought her into a deal in Santa Fe and that she was looking to do some more business with The Corporation and with my companies if I was interested.

"How do you want me to handle her?" I asked him, as I was unclear on the direction he was giving me.

"If you want a world class blowjob this afternoon, dangle a deal in front of her and she'll take care of you. As for doing business with her, she's been great."

I laughed and told him I just might do that.

Jack asked me if I had a few more minutes, and I replied, "Sure." After all, the ladies were already with the photographers we'd hired. I just needed to make an appearance. And really nothing more. And, when the boss wants to talk, you listen.

He told me a story. I didn't interrupt.

About five years ago, I flew Jessica in to look at financing a business I was buying just outside of Santa Fe. I also brought in a prospective employee, a CFO type, Holly, to look at the financials. Neither were employees, Jessica worked for a bank and Holly was a freelance number cruncher. My plan for Holly was to test her abilities on this deal and if she worked out, hire her as a CFO at one of my companies.