The sun shone upon the pool deck gathering. It was the annual swap meet for the talent. Representatives from exclusive clubs around the world were negotiating replacements for their existing line-up: experienced employees who either wanted to retire from the business, move into management or find new horizons in different climes.
Mr. Wong escorted three Oriental dolls wishing new scenery. Koko and Kiki were lithe, modest breasted but energetic as they bounced around in their teeny bikinis. The third Asian girl, Kimi, had a darker complexion and was short and well figured in chest and hips. Her demeanor was more docile, almost impassive.
Mr. McGill had one Irish redhead to part with. Katharina, the Gaelic beauty, was statuesque and piercing hearts with her sharp green eyes.
Mr. Staghart brought two platinum blond Nordic gems. The pale twins wore their straight hair ass length, the almost white tresses fluttered in the breeze behind them as they engaged in self-promotion among their potential employers.
Senor Alvarez's short buxom companion sported golden brown skin tones and deep dark eyes. Her demeanor was reserved, the weak English conveying an endearing Spanglish shyness.
Ned had honored three of his star stripper-fuckers' requests to enter this year's draft for a change of scenery and possible career advancement. Karen and Kathy functioned as their escorts to the event, leaving Ned free to facilitate the business at hand.
Ned networked his way around the pool, stopping to chat with each cluster. He joined existing conversations, innocuously cordial but really subtle negotiations in progress. He was a keen businessman, bolstering the negotiations and moving on. His house, his rules and ultimately, his agent commissions for hosting this year's talent swap meet. Higher bids were more profits for Ned.
As evening set in, Ned assumed his MC role.
"Gentleman...and ladies... welcome. Now that you have had a chance to peruse this year's offerings, it's time for the random appraisal pairings. My daughters will escort our ladies to their individual suites where they will await their evaluation assessments. Each business representative has two appointments tonight. We will gather for any last minute parleys and endorsements tomorrow morning before final contract bids. Thereafter, you are free to barter bedmates for your amusement over the remaining weekend. Any questions?"
Ned's daughters led the ten female draft candidates to their individual suites. They queried the candidates as to their preferences of worldwide locale and chose their evaluation assessors accordingly. The stripper-fuckers found various costume collections in the closets. Kathy and Karen scurried to accommodate the candidates' last minute special dress or apparatus requests. When all was ready, they returned to the pool deck and distributed the room number assignments to each club owner or representative.
Ned took two assignment cards, same as his other four business associates. He was disappointed that he couldn't have his free pick of the female candidates. He could only hope that his daughters had been attentive to which ones he had seemed more drawn to during the cocktail soiree.
Ned found Room 6, his first matchup. Entering the suite, he found one of the Oriental girls, Kiki, awaiting her first encounter. She stood attentive in black bra and panty set at mid-room. Her legs and feet were bare and her long straight black hair was pulled into a functional scalp-tight ponytail. Her eyes were nearly hidden beneath the black satin straight-cut bangs. Ned assumed her eye color was typically Asian black. Her high cheekbones were nervously flushed in contrast to her otherwise pure ivory skin. Her lips blazed with bright red lipstick.
The petite woman stood center room next to a waist height massage table. Ned circled her, examining his female mate without touching her. She was lithe, muscular and short; her head only reached Ned's shoulder. Ned stopped behind, running a finger slowly down her spine. She shivered, revealing her high sense of anticipation. Ned rummaged beneath the table and retrieved two sets of cuffs: wrists and ankles. Kiki politely raised her hands before her, offering both wrists for cincture. Ned circled the bands in place. Each was a leather strap; buckled in place and providing embedded silver rings for restraint attachment.
Ned walked his candidate to the table. His hands cupped her ass cheeks as he boosted her aboard. She scrambled to lie down, face up, arms cooperatively waiting at her shoulders. Ned let her wait. He spread her legs and used the ankle cuffs to bind her ankles to the corners of the table.
Acknowledging her inviting pose, he clipped her wrist bands tight to the other ends table legs. He pulled the ties taut and she arched her shoulders to accommodate the strain.
Ned rounded Kiki on a cursory inspection tour. He found some scissors conveniently provided on a shelf beneath the table. Kiki's bra and panties succumbed to the shears and he left her lying naked and available. Dispensing with the scissors, he exchanged them for the silver bullet vibrator. On a low setting, he lazed the bussing tool along her arms, tucked it into her belly-button and touched it behind her knees. Kiki couldn't suppress a giggle; it tickled.
Ned got down to business. He blindfolded Kiki with a black satin band. Her ponytail hung behind her head to the floor. Her pink nipples had grown to firm points from the initial play. Ned used the vibrator to circle each, bringing them to full prominence. His tongue and teeth found the hard nips fun to lash and nip. Kiki yipped at one inadvertent hard bite. Ned's interest left her tits for other territory. The bullet vibrator blazed his trail.
Ned touched her toes and then tickled her soles with the tool. Kiki tried to squirm but managed only a pedaling of her feet. The hollow of her ankle gave no response. The back of her knees were more productive; her inner thighs even more. A boring into her belly-button yielded thrashing. Moaning ensued when he came back to the nipples again. She licked the bullet when it touched her cheeks and lips.
Ned went for the prize. He slid the shiny probe along her nether lips and pulled back. Kiki wiggled her hips, wanting the contact to continue. Ned played touch and retreat; Kiki begged for lengthier unions between purring probe and pulsating pussy. Ned granted her wish. He plunged the silver cylinder up to its hilt, pressing the vibrator against her cervix. Her screams of ecstasy shook the window panes. Ned withdrew the probe and waited until Kiki's nude and sweaty body stopped flopping on the table against her restraints. Kiki's breath was gusting through her open mouth. Ned saw the succulent orifice and felt an urge. He set aside the vibrator.
Ned worked the mechanism that dropped Kiki's head down and back. His cockhead found her lips. She kissed the slit and opened wide. Ned followed her lead and slid his cock inside her mouth. She closed and suckled him. All of the build-up, the playing with the little Oriental's body meant he couldn't last. And he didn't. His sperm flowed up his tube and down her throat. Kiki sucked it all out just as a good girl should. Ned backed out and retreated to the bed.
Ned was perplexed. He sat and contemplated his next move. Kiki lay bound and naked, used but not depleted. Ned lay back and closed his eyes, assuming that would help him plan the next steps. Instead, his thoughts clouded and he dozed off.
In the middle of the night, a soft chiming filled the rooms about the hallway. Ned arose, donned a terry robe and joined the other men in the hallway. Brief greetings were muttered as rooms were exchanged. Ned was the last to exit the hallway into his second suite. He noted that Kiki did not receive a second visitor this round. Ned knew she would be disappointed that no one came to try her out for their club. Kiki would lie on the table trussed and blindfolded until dawn, pondering her dilemma. However, Ned knew she would have many more opportunities this weekend, as a rotating fill-in or an anomalous amusement toy, to adequately illustrate her worth to the owner of her next potential club.
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In his second suite, Ned was greeted by faint flute music. The room was dimly decorated with candles and flower petals. The ensuite bath opened and his second assignment stepped into the room. It was Katharina, Mr. Staghart's redhead. She had hurriedly refreshed her appearance following her first evaluation. But she couldn't hide the messed hair and flushed cheeks earned from her earlier carnal workout.
Her robe was so sheer as to be transparent. She was barefoot. As she left the direct light and walked further into the room towards Ned, her all-but naked body was half silhouetted by the bathroom light streaming through the door. Ned could see her legs all the way to their shadowed junction; the robe draped her chest masses topped with the hint of dark disks. Her wavy red hair was bunched behind in a wetted fluffy pony tail.
Ned circled his imminent mate as she maintained pose in the middle of the room. Anxious to get a better feel for his sex-mate, he wiped his hand along her silk covered thigh and ass as he walked behind her. Her skin was warm and smooth. In her hurry to meet his entrance, she had forgotten to undo her ponytail. It was tightly tied at the roots, pulling the russet strands straight against her scalp but the waist long strands were fluffy with mild curls. Ned took leave to remove the scrunchy band and finger combed her tresses into a reddish cascade.
Ned's hands cupped and cradled her boobs through the silky wrap. They were heavy, spongy; the skin was warm. He drew her back against his chest, leaned over and probed his tongue in her ear canal. She winced in surprise and gave one titter before regaining composure. Ned slid his tongue down her neck and whispered 'Kiss me'.
