Ned awoke from his deep sleep feeling refreshed and ready to face another day of duty at the Total Woman Academy senior facility. Yesterday, he had solved Destiny's dilemma but along with the previous days of facilitating Brooke maximum impact at the fund raiser, he was worn out. He wandered the grounds which were unusually alive with excitement.
There was a whirr of activity throughout the facility. The kitchen was bustling to prepare the banquet meal for this evening's annual event. The students were scooting around getting ready as well. This was a special networking event that had maximum potential to change their futures.
Tonight would be the annual Total Woman Academy Executive Assistant Fashion Show.
Each spring, the resident seniors, regardless of projected graduation date, were given this networking opportunity. Elite Pledge Contributors donated a substantial gift for the opportunity of meeting the seniors before they graduated into the larger world. It was a business dress affair with career centered fashions. Special members of the previous year's seniors were also invited back. There was a cocktail hour, the banquet dinner and an after-dinner fashion show.
Each young woman wore her best and most elegant office wear, hoping the catch the eye of the corporate moguls in attendance. This was the graduating seniors' opportunity to sparkle in a semi-public event. They were not allowed to display or tell their name. At their waists, a small placard stated her student number, her major, her GPA and her cumulative score from Poise evaluation assessments.
Upon arrival, the pledge contributor deposited three business cards with the housemother and received a request card with three fill-in boxes. The business cards were counter-stamped with the TWA logo. During the cocktail hour and subsequent dinner, pledge contributors chatted with the students and identified the three young females he wished to receive his business card upon graduation. They could use them as entreponts to secure interviews at the highest level in his organization.
Conversation droned as the group of elite males and dynamic ladies mingled and got acquainted. Banquet Tables of Eight gave further variety so that four nattily dressed seniors were sprinkled among pledge contributors in a group setting. After dinner, the pledge contributor request cards were collected. The award envelopes would be distributed to each senior at her formal graduation in the future. The top requested students would return next year for their second opportunity as alumni.
After dinner, the crowd retired to the TWA In-house theatre. It was a special room with plush recliners arrayed before a low stage. The pledge contributors settled in for the fashion show. Some seniors attended to cocktails and hors d'oeuvres while their classmate models went behind the scenes to prepare for their roles.
Ms. Smith was the evening's MC and started with an introduction of this year's foremost request winner. Destiny was called forth. Ned sat up and took notice. He remembered how good her naked beauty looked while mounted on his cock. She was nearly as attractive now, even fully dressed. Her hair, makeup and glamorous business suit exuded powerful attraction. Her placard listed her Electrical Engineering honors student status and a GPA of 3.9. Her poise score was an unusual 10, reflecting all "excellents".
Ms. Smith handed Destiny an envelope and addressed the audience.
"Destiny graduates tomorrow so it seemed appropriate to give her the Academy's graduation gift this evening."
She addressed the graduating award winner.
"Destiny, the pledge contributors were invited to provide three business cards to the young ladies they hoped to interview in the future for openings at their corporations. This year, you received the highest number of business card requests. This envelope contains those eight business cards counter-stamped with the Academy logo. Five cards are from executives at international electronics firms. You can use any or all of them like letters of introduction to highest level connections in the worldwide business community. Few other educational institutions can offer this kind of launch to a graduate's career. Good Luck."
Destiny thanked Ms. Smith and the audience. She pranced off the stage with a big smile as she clutched the envelope to her chest. This was the prize Destiny had earned for her senior year efforts at becoming the best Total Woman she could be. Her dream of a prosperous life was another step closer.
Next on the evening's agenda was the Executive Assistant Fashion Show. The stage was pre-set with a typical office layout: the boss's large wooden power desk, a high backed leather executive chair, a side couch with guest chairs, carpet, lamps and bookcase. Ms. Smith stood on the red Oriental carpet at center stage and began the show with an introduction.
"This year's show will feature our Executive Assistant Easy Access Collection. All the outfits have been designed by the students and certified lust satisfying by our coach tutors. All of these and more are for sale in our catalog. However, as a special promotion, if you purchase the apparel showcased by one of our student models, she will host you overnight in her dorm room where you can personally tryout the functions of the designs. All proceeds benefit the TWA Scholarship Fund. Let's begin with our first item of the evening."
An elegantly dressed senior entered from stage left. Her steps were short, inhibited by the knee length tight pencil skirt. She stood statuesque before her onlookers. She was dressed in a short-waist businesswoman's wool suit. Her broad model smile beamed beneath her brunette secretary-bun hairdo. The jacket lapels were clenched across extensive cleavage. The matching grey skirt hugged her magnificently shaped ass. Hose and heels completed the outfit.
"Evelyn is wearing our first showcase item, a standard business suit with some very useful features. The jacket provides public decorum. Please remove it, my dear."
Evelyn unbuttoned the single front catch and shrugged the coat off her shoulders. Beneath she wore a body tight black satin bustiere. Her nipples were half exposed above the supportive cups. She placed hands on hips and assumed a model pose with bright smile. After the assembly got an eyeful, Ms. Smith reached to Evelyn's bust and yanked some snaps. The half cups fell away to fully uncover Evelyn's beautiful boobs.
"I believe you will find this look quite attractive during closed door consultations with your Executive Assistant. We expect you will seek some hurried stress relief. Let us demonstrate the next feature. Lay down on the desk, Evelyn."
Evelyn faced the desk and leaned forward, compressing her exposed tits on the cold wood surface. She gripped the desk edges for stability. Her tight skirt rounded over her magnificent ass but it pencil skirt design cramped her heels close together. Ms. Smith pointed to Evelyn's grey wool covered hips.
"You and your Executive Assistant should really love this next feature" said Ms. Smith as she stooped to rummage at the back hem and drew up a barely perceivable zipper. She stopped it at its limit: the waist band. The skirt panels slipped aside, exposing Evelyn's two firm ass cheeks above her hose. Ms. Smith smartly tapped the pseudo-secretary's inner thighs and the bent over model obediently spread her legs wider.
"As you can see, the female is now positioned for an easy rear vaginal entry. We recommend a split crotch panty for less delay. We sell those separately in our catalog. If you are not using the over-the-desk position that day, unclipping the waist catch allows her to completely remove the skirt and be suitably available for oral, nipple or pussy play."
On cue, Evelyn rose and removed the skirt. With her ever-present model style and smile, she flourished a display of the three piece costume: skirt and jacket held aloft in each hand and bustiere hugging her torso below her bare breasts.
"We will start the bidding at the suggested retail price but remember our special promotional add-on this evening of being Evelyn's guest overnight."
The bidding quickly climbed to a high value before Ms. Smith finally announced "SOLD!" Evelyn strode confidently offstage. She laid the skirt and jacket alongside her benefactor's lounger, crawled in next to him and joined him to watch the remainder of the fashion show. His arm cuddled her shoulder while he played with her easily available tit.
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Ms. Smith motioned stage right as Eve entered. The black student model was a confectioner's erotic fantasy. Her skin was chocolate brown; her lips dark chocolate and her eyes pools of expresso. The sparkly diamond earrings and matching choker necklace were outshone by the whiteness of her broad smile.
Ms. Smith asked her to toe her mark center stage.
"Eve, you do look lovely tonight. Gentleman, Eve is wearing a more casual office look. As you can see, it's pieces include a deluxe pearl button blouse and our full flouncy pleated skirt. Eve, please lie back on the desk."
Eve flipped up her skirt behind, perched her exposed butt on the far edge and gracefully descended, leaning her head over the near side of the desktop. She smiled at her audience from her inverted face. Ms. Smith lifted Eve's ankles and hooked her heels on the desktop. She flipped the loose skirt onto her belly. Eve laid her thighs wide open. Ms. Smith stood between her knees as she addressed her audience.
"We promised easy access and we have developed an appropriate piece of fashion to meet your hurried needs."
Ms. Smith gripped the lapels of the blouse and burst it wide open. There were loud pops as the buttons gave way. Dropping the flaps aside, Ms. Smith gripped the bra cups and yanked downward. They also made a sound; the tear of Velcro ripping open. Eve's boobs bounced and then settled into luscious mounds of mammary. The men saw that her milk chocolate breasts had the predictable dark chocolate caps. All over the room, taste buds salivated, longing for a nibble.
"See that, my eager gentlemen, our collection delivers Easy Access. The pearl buttons are decorative and there are easy release snaps beneath. The bra cups are detachable. Nothing has been torn or ruined."
Ms. Smith stepped aside as if to begin the bidding. Eve had other ideas; she was not finished with her demonstration. Her heels lifted gracefully airborne. She scissored her lithe mocha-toned legs slowly aloft. Her bent legs folded in, simulating a leg capture of her imaginary lover standing between them. It was a great example of how the flip up skirt cleared the way for a fervent desktop cunt pounding. It was not lost on the attentive gentlemen that their faces would inevitably be buried in her exposed cleavage.
