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.
