Olivia Freemont strode, to all appearances, confidently into Harry Brinkton's outer office. Her 42DD tits jiggled delightfully with every step. For some reason, though, she was nervous. She couldn't figure out why. She had run this scam a thousand times before. It was nothing new. All she had to do was show a man a column of bogus numbers, flash some cleavage, or let him feel her up a bit and she would have him hooked.
Maybe it was her new pseudonym. She'd never used Olivia Freemont before. She would sometimes get a little shaky with a new name. Maybe it was the size of the payoff. She'd always been able to scam a few hundred thousand here and a few hundred thousand there. But, this jackpot had the word "million" attached to it. She was hoping that she could retire after this one.
She wanted to buy a big house somewhere, live a life of ease, and maybe even have her very own big-dicked pool boy to fuck like her friend Aggie Walker.
Maybe it was the warning that Aggie had given her about Harry Brinkton.
"My husband's partner is not like other men," Aggie had said, "You'll need to pull every trick you know and then some."
"Oh, come on, Aggie," Olivia had said, "all men are pushovers for a rack like mine."
"Not this one," Aggie had said earnestly, "Your boobs won't mean one damned thing to him until he wants them to."
Olivia had decided to check this guy out for herself. That's why she had delivered those paper the previous afternoon. It had given her an excuse to be in the neighborhood. She waited and watched. When Harry left the building Olivia followed him. He drove to a little bar at the north end of the downtown district called Diller's. It was a notorious pick-up joint. Young singles gathered there for no other reason than to hook up with other young singles for a night of sex.
Olivia knew that type of saloon well. She had been in places like that many times herself. They young men didn't care that she was over forty. They just cared that her tits were over forty. The fact that those tits hovered over a waspish waist, wide hips, a bubble butt and thunder thighs didn't hurt either. Of course, few of those young men got past her jugs long enough to see the rest of the package until they had their faces buried in her hot cunt and their cocks buried between her thick, dick sucking lips.
"What a pathetic loser," she had thought, "A middle-aged man is never going to get any traction in a place like that."
As she watched him through the evening she began to change her mind. When he entered the bar several heads turned and several voices called out some sort of greeting. He seemed to know everybody and everybody seemed to know him.
The bartender set a beer down in front of Harry just as he sat down. Harry was obviously a regular at Diller's.
Through the evening Harry bantered with the guys and flirted with the women. Every now and them a young lady would come over and sit down next to him. They would talk a bit. Sometimes Harry would lean over and whisper something to the woman. She would blush or giggle. When each girl left it was with smiles and hugs. It never seemed to appear to be a failed pick up.
Not all of Olivia's attention was on Harry, however. Her spectacular dimensions were attracting a veritable parade of young men. She would indulge a bit of mutual touchy-feely under the table, sometimes some outright groping. By the time Harry did anything that was really worth her full attention she was pretty darned horny.
There was a girl sitting at the far end of the bar that Olivia had figured couldn't be a minute over nineteen. She was probably drinking on a false I.D. No biggie to Olivia. She had done a lot of that at the same age. There were two things that stood out on this particular young lady. They were the same things that stood out on Olivia. The girl had boobs that were almost as big as her own.
Every guy in the bar, including the bartender, had tried to hit on her at least once. Some had done so several times. All had been shot down.
Around midnight the girl got up from her bar stool and drifted over toward Harry. They talked and joked a bit. After a while Olivia saw the girl's hand drift down to start moving slowly and rhythmically in Harry's lap. He leaned over to whisper something in her ear while he tweaked the nipple of one those huge tits through the girl's blouse. Abruptly they got up and left together. It was so sudden that they were almost to the door when Olivia remembered to get up to follow them.
She watched them in the parking lot just long enough to figure out which car they were going to then got in her own vehicle.
Olivia fumbled around in her purse to find her car keys. By the time she found them and looked back up Harry had stripped the girl to the waist and was happily humping her hooters. Olivia couldn't take it anymore. She was way too hot and bothered. She dropped her keys back into her purse, lifted her skirt, stuck her hand into her panties and started fingering her dripping snatch.
She had orgasmed twice watching Harry fuck the girl's mouth.
By the time Harry got into his own car and drove away she was so worked up that all she could do was to run back into the bar, grab the first young man who crossed her path, and take him back to her hotel room. She just about fucked the poor kid's dick off.
Maybe that was what was bothering her. The dynamic in this con was radically different. She was usually calm and in absolute control. It was her mark that would wind up all hot and bothered. But, she couldn't get the image of that face fuck out of her mind.
Plus she was tired. The only reason she had gotten any sleep at all was because the young man she had taken back to her hotel room had finally run out of gas.
As she walked up to Gloria's desk she said, "I have an appointment with Mr.Brinkton."
"Ah," said Gloria, " Ms. Freemont, you're exactly on time. Mr. Brinkton likes that." She pressed a button on the intercom and said, "Mr. Brinkton, Ms. Freemont has arrived."
"Please, show her in, Ms. Crenshaw," Harry's voice crackled from the speaker.
Grabbing a steno pad, Gloria rose from her desk and started walking toward the inner office door.
"Follow me, please," she said.
Olivia couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something very different about Brinkton's secretary that day. The Gloria Crenshaw she had talked to the previous afternoon had been relaxed and smiling. She had been wearing a very sheer blouse, almost too sheer for an office, and had the top three buttons undone which had shown a generous amount of cleavage. Her long, brown hair had been worn down over her shoulders.
This Gloria Crenshaw had her hair pulled back and done up in a bun, wore a thick white blouse which was buttoned up to her neck, and wore a navy blue blazer over that. Her attitude was cordial, but business like.
Gloria opened the inner office door motioning for Olivia to go in.
As Olivia entered she straightened her back to make sure that her tits would be the first things that this guy saw.
Harry rose from his desk and strode across the large office to greet her.
"Welcome, Ms. Freemont. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. My partner, Bill Walker, speaks well of you," said Harry as his looked her unwaveringly in the eye.
His gaze was so direct and penetrating that Olivia found it a bit unnerving. Many men would make some effort to impress her by looking at her almond shaped blue eyes. But, even the most self-controlled of them couldn't help the occasional glance at her boobs. Not so with Harry Brinkton. He stayed so rock solidly focused on her eyes that she felt that he was looking right through her into the outer office.
"Please, have a seat," Harry said placing his hand firmly between her shoulder blades to guide her to a chair which was placed directly in front of his desk.
