Author's note: Things stay pretty chill for Jim for a bit here, knocking up only 3-5 women per chapter through chapter 6, laying the groundwork for chapter 7, which is where it starts to get absolutely bonkers. I just finished writing 7 and I can't wait to share it. My apologies again for how slowly chapters are showing up here. Too bad this is the only website in the world.
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Jim followed Citra into the modeling agency. He was no longer trying to avoid eye contact. Three models were waiting in the lobby, and two of them glanced up at them as they entered. One of them waved to Citra then looked back down at her phone with no reaction. The virus had sensed that Jim wasn't that attracted to her gaunt, starved-looking face. The other reacted with the familiar flush and wide eyes. She was a petite, naturally slender blond with an adorable face, a radiant smile, and big, inquisitive eyes, and she rushed after Jim and Citra as they boarded an elevator. Citra held the door for her, smiled, and said, "come along Yulia, I was hoping we'd run into you. This is Jim."
Jim shook her trembling hand and returned her warm smile. She blushed even deeper, squirming in place. God, what a cutie. Citra hit the button for the top floor, but the elevator stopped first on 3, and when the doors opened it was Jim's turn to gasp and go wide-eyed.
There were two elite Chinese models standing there, and they were two of the most stunningly, impossibly hot women he had ever seen in his life. Their faces were perfect, their skin smooth and flawless, and every inch of their tall bodies perfectly sculpted. They both gasped, flushed, and went wide-eyed when Jim made eye contact. Citra introduced them as Zhi and Dongmei. She invited them to come along for a meeting with the director, and they eagerly agreed. Citra whispered to the three other models as the elevator rose. Whatever she said seemed to turn them on even more. Yulia gasped and squirmed, staring at Jim as she listened. Zhi gaped at Jim's crotch, panting. Dongmei brazenly groped herself, squeezing a breast and stroking her crotch. They were all so ready for him, so insanely hot and eager and wet. He couldn't believe how turned on he was despite what had just happened in the van. They made it to the top floor and composed themselves, stepping off the elevator, Jim walking with some difficulty due to a raging erection.
Outside the director's office was a room with four busy secretaries. Citra approached one of them and said, "This is Jim, here to meet with the director."
The secretary said, "One moment," and went into the director's office. They could hear another woman's voice asking "What is this meeting about again? Who is this guy?"
They heard the secretary reply, "Sorry, I don't know. It's the guy Citra said you had to meet. She insisted you'd thank her for it but told me nothing. Do you want me to cancel?"
Another secretary looked up at them with a kind, apologetic smile. Jim smiled back at her. What a sweet girl, he thought. She seemed like she didn't know she was pretty, kind of like Yuming and Mei. She had a darling face and a petite, slender frame. She'd easily be the most attractive girl in most offices. Here she probably thought she was plain. If so, she is so wrong, he thought. Then he saw the result of his attraction as her face flushed and her eyes went wide, staring at him.
They heard the director respond, "No, whatever, send them in."
The first secretary returned to usher them in. Citra turned to the second secretary, having noticed her reaction to Jim. She smiled and said, "Wing-Yee, could you please join us to take notes?" Wing-Yee jumped up, happy for any chance to be closer to Jim.
The director was a gorgeous, tall professional woman in her mid thirties. She looked like she could have been a top fashion model herself. She had piercingly intelligent eyes, high cheekbones, and a perfect figure. Her presence seemed to fill the room, and she radiated confidence, power, and sexuality.
She rose to shake hands with Jim and froze, gasping as their eyes met.
Citra closed the door behind them as the director warmly shook Jim's hand, clasping her other hand softly over it too, and breathed, "Citra was right. It is a great pleasure to meet you, Jim. Call me Kai-Ming."
He tried to speak, but his voice was gone. Citra stepped to the director's side and began whispering in her ear. Kai-Ming smiled as she listened, her eyes still fixed on Jim. She licked her lips. Finally Citra stepped back and Kai-Ming said, "Please, make yourself comfortable on the couch."
Jim sat down in the center of the large leather couch, feeling like he was in a dream. The two Chinese models, Zhi and Dongmei, flanked him close on either side, their soft, warm bodies pressing against him. He could feel their breasts brushing his arms, their hips warm against his side. Their faces were very close, smiling at him, their eyes shining with desire.
Kai-Ming walked around the coffee table, her hips swaying hypnotically, her eyes flicking between his face and the erection straining in his pants as the two models next to him began to slowly caress his chest and thighs while nuzzling at his neck.
Yulia and Wing-Yee both kneeled on the floor on either side of him and joined in the teasing caresses.
Kai-Ming smiled and leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "As you can see, my agency can take very good care of you." Her breath on his skin sent shivers down his spine.
Jim's heart raced, overwhelmed by her sexy voice, the warmth of their bodies, their increasingly bold teasing fingers, and the intoxicating scent of them. The four other women continued their soft caresses, their touches growing bolder as the virus drove their arousal quickly higher.
Yulia began to undo Jim's belt and pants, and the other girls all joined in the effort as Kai-Ming watched, smiling. He raised his hips so the girls could slide his pants off, and eight hands were now free to stroke and fondle him everywhere.
Kai-Ming wasted no time. She hiked up her skirt, pulled her soaked panties down and off, and then moved to straddle him on the couch.
Jim looked up into her lust-filled eyes and felt a surge of overwhelming desire as Yulia guided his erection toward Kai-Ming's wet folds. With a moan, she lowered herself onto him, taking him inside her, and he groaned in pleasure as they became one. Jim had just met her a minute ago and he was deep in her gorgeous body. She moved sensuously, delighting in slowly impaling herself on him with long deep strokes, her breath hot against his neck as she gasped and moaned in ecstasy.
Jim's hands alternated between caressing and exploring the glorious body riding him and the even more incredible bodies of Zhi and Dongmei next to him, who were both now completely nude. Yulia and Wing-Yee knelt on the floor each masturbating themselves with one hand while kissing and licking him everywhere.
The virus sensed that they were in a hurry, so it again rapidly increased their pleasure and desire, driving them all quickly toward orgasm.
Jim arched his back, gripping Kai-Ming's hips tightly as he felt his climax building. She looked down at him, her eyes burning with lust, and commanded him, "Come for me, Jim. Come deep inside me. Fill me up!"
His body seemed to rush to obey this powerful woman as quickly as possible. His orgasm exploded through him, waves of intense pleasure washing over him as he thrust deep inside her. This sent the other women off as well, moaning and gasping out their own climaxes. Kai-Ming's body shook with the last of her long orgasm, and she collapsed onto him for a moment, laughing like a schoolgirl, thanking him, and tenderly kissing him before climbing off.
Zhi got a leg behind Jim and then turned him toward her as she lay back onto the couch with him between her widely spread legs. She reached for his shaft and raised her crotch to meet it as he kneeled on the couch. She writhed in need, teasing herself with his tip as he looked down at her incredibly tiny waist, perfect skin, and gorgeous face. The other girls swarmed around them, watching in fascination and caressing and licking wherever they could. Finally she lodged his prick in her opening, locked eyes with him, and nodded.
He watched himself start to disappear inside of Zhi's gorgeous model body, stretched out gloriously below him and raised up off the couch to meet his thrust.
It felt as incredible as it looked, her skin soft and supple as he thrust into her, the warmth of her body enveloping him. She arched her back, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she met his thrusts with her own, guiding him deeper inside of her goddess body. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure as they moved together in perfect rhythm.
As Jim savored his conquest of this unbelievably hot model, through the haze of lust he still picked up bits of the conversation in the room. Kai-Ming and Citra were huddled at the desk, deep in conversation. Planning. Scheming. He heard Kai-Ming ask about Jim's schedule, and Citra said, "We only have a week. Here's his work schedule with some of our plans added."
"We can't plan anything for after his trip? We can't send people to him?"
"No, we promised it's over after this week. He's happily married."
Jim tuned out from the distracting conversation. The last thing he needed to be reminded of was his marriage at this moment. He was now fully on top of Zhi, pounding her unbelievably hot model body into the couch as he neared another climax.
