CH. 13: FRIDAY MORNING
On Friday morning the John called Holman while Cori got dressed in her Daisy Duke attire. Holman instructed that she meet him at the local TV station -- there was only one in town, as most of their programming came out of Atlanta. They were going to shoot a commercial there with Cori endorsing Holman for mayor.
On the way there, Cori, looking to John as her father-figure and mentor, asked him for some advice. "John," she said, "I know I said I'd take the $10,000 from Holman and let him do what he wants, but I don't think I really want to. Do you think it's OK for me to change my mind? I mean, I fuck so much and act so slutty sometimes, do I really have a good reason to say no? It's good money, but I just don't want to do it for some reason."
"Then absolutely don't," John said. "We'll all stand behind you on this. In fact, I'll tell Holman myself when we get there, just to make sure there is no confusion."
"Thanks," Cori smiled. "That makes me feel a lot better."
Holman didn't take the news well, having already been informed that Cori had accepted the offer. "You should learn to make a decision and stick with it, young lady," he lectured. "If you make a promise, you need to keep it."
"Are you saying you don't want Cori's help?" John said, taking Cori's hand and starting toward the door.
"No, no," Holman said quickly. "I'm just a little disappointed in you, Cori. But you look fantastic and I think this is going to be a great commercial. The plan's still on -- you do your job, I win and the shop prospers."
"Sounds good," Cori said. "Put me to work."
John stood off to the side while Cori and Holman filmed their commercials. They had Cori reaching high above her head and pulling a fake pair off a fake tree limb. The camera focused directly on her perky tits and jutting nipples, which strained against her tiny white tank top. Holding the pear in front of tits with both hands, she then smiled at the camera and said, "take it from a girl who knows something about great pairs, vote for Holman and Brown." Then Holman came into the picture, put his arm around Cori's exposed waist and said, "as your mayor, I promise to make sure Darien stacks up with the best small towns in the state."
It was cheesy and cheap, but it mattered only that Cori was in the picture. Her presence would mean hundreds or maybe thousands of votes from people who were either on the fence or weren't planning to vote at all.
After the shoot, they went to the tailor to have her measured for a gown for Monday's dinner. Holman insisted that Cori ride in the back seat of his town car with him while John followed in his car.
As they sat in the backseat, Holman put his hand on Cori's bare thigh and gently rubbed it. "You look spectacular today, Cori," Holman said. "Nice job on the commercial."
"Thank you, sir," Cori said, batting her eyes at him, trying hard to win him over and make him forget that she wasn't going to sleep with him.
"I'm very disappointed about our arrangement being limited," Holman said. "It kind of makes this all awkward. I mean, if I touch your tits are you going to balk? Where do we draw the line?"
"Well, sir," Cori said, "if you don't mind, I'd like to suggest a similar arrangement to what we have with our customers. You can look and touch, but nothing too hard and no sex. I really appreciate you being such a gentleman about this."
"I see," Holman said. "So, I could lift your top and squeeze your tits and we'd have no issue?"
"That's right."
Holman lifted her top and filled both hands with the best tits he had ever seen -- high praise considering his extensive sampling of strippers, call girls, sorority chicks and wannabe models. He had seen some marvelous plastic surgery, but these beat them all with no enhancements.
"And a finger in your pussy?" he asked.
"It's yours to feel," Cori smiled, leaning back and sticking her tits out for him.
"Well, this isn't such a bad deal," Holman said, keeping one hand on her tits and shoving the other insider her tight shorts. "Too bad we can't seal it, though. Doesn't seem like a girl willing to do all this would be so high and mighty as to say my cock's not good enough for her slutty pussy. But whatever."
Cori hated his tone and disliked him more each minute. "I'm sorry you feel that way, sir," Cori said. "But I appreciate you respecting my wishes." Men like Holman were why Cori appreciated her co-workers so much. Holman had no respect for her at all. She didn't mind acting like a slut for the guys who did treat her well and respect her. But for a guy like Holman, well, just feeling his hands on her nearly made her ill. She was starting to regret this whole arrangement. It's for the good of the shop, she kept telling herself.
"Come on, slut," Holman said when they got to the shop. "Time to get you all dressed up."
The tailor turned out to be Holman's twin sister, Verna. She didn't look anything like her brother, however. She was tall like him, with dark hair, but she was really quite attractive and Cori guessed she was quite the hottie not so long ago. Verna eyed Cori up and down, nodded to her brother and wasted no time in making Cori strip right in front of all of them while she took measurements. The way she looked at Cori and kept copping feels, it was obvious that she was either lesbian or bi. While Cori had no problem with that -- she and Gina had a few fun times every now and then -- Holman's sister had the same effect on her that Holman did.
"Any suggestions, sis?" Holman asked Verna.
"I'm thinking something skin tight," Verna said, "with slits up the sides to her waist, and backless."
"Yeah," Holman said. "Can you do one where the belly is cut out too, so you can see her navel?"
"Sure," Verna said. "Are you going to have her on stage?"
"Yes," Holman said. "Why?"
"Well, if we use a sheer material and you tell them to backlight her with the spotlight, it will be like she's naked up there. They'll be able to see her nipples and her panties or whatever she has on underneath it."
