My Only Talent Ch. 16

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Nothing presented itself right now. If the two interlopers moved over to the far corner where the dryers were, she could maybe crawl out under the table and through the door if they were looking the other way. But right now they were right in the middle of the room, with clear lines of sight to everything. The boots turned to face the sneakers, and from their proximity and the sounds they were making they must have been kissing. Hopefully somebody else would come in and interrupt them, and they would go somewhere else, so Lizzy could escape unseen, and go back to Netflix, her only entertainment prospect this evening. But the kiss continued, with some surprising slurping sounds, and then the boots left the floor, presumably to sit up on one of the washing machines, and the sneakers moved closer. Suddenly she heard a zipper and the guy stepped out of the khaki pants and dropped them to the floor, soon followed by the orange boots and an orange and white knit dress. Cashmere, no less.

What they hell were they thinking? Anybody could come into this laundry room, even though on a Saturday night there wouldn't be very many people around. Maybe that was the thrill? A little pulse of adrenalin coursed through her, closely followed by a little pulse of wetness between her legs. Suddenly a pair of navy blue men's briefs fell to the floor, and the slurping got even louder. She had to get out of here, and they were so involved they probably wouldn't notice her escape. She was about to make a dash for the door when somebody noisily bumped into it from the outside. It did not open. There was another bumping sound, and then a male voice outside the door said "Sorry it's down for maintenance until morning". The damn door must be locked. Damn and double damn! Lizzy Faye Reagan, the reluctant voyeur. She dusted off the contact lens in her hand, and used the forbidden 'saliva solution' to wet it and put it back in her eye. She figured she might as well see properly if she was going to have to look.

She leaned forward a little bit to peek out from under the table and saw two pasty white but well muscled male legs, and a pasty white but very nicely muscled male butt interposed between two tanned and very shapely female legs. Long legs! That girl must be at least six feet tall. And that boy definitely had what her older sister called a 'nice set of fuck muscles' in his butt, and they were moving around under his skin like big snakes in a pink plastic bag. And the girl was beginning to make even more noise. And Lizzy Faye discovered she just couldn't look away.

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Robbie hadn't yet entered Lara; in fact he was teasing her very deliberately. He positioned himself near her pussy, tensed against her, rubbed his cock against both of her thighs, and then bent down and began eating her again. Her Suzie was screaming for penetration, and she wanted things a lot rougher, too. Her Suzie was also signaling great apprehension about being discovered, but Robbie knew his buddy Ralph was manning the door outside after he had looped the push bar openers with chains and locked it. What Lara didn't know wouldn't fail to excite her. She leaned over and bit his shoulder, making it clear she was ready to stop horsing around, so to speak.

He suddenly pushed into Lara in one fell swoop, as deeply as he could. She was wet and hot and wonderful, as always, and she drew in a huge gasping breath like a sound effect in a suspense movie. He pulled back and then thrust again, with such force that the washing machine moved and made one of those squeaking noises like they did with an imbalanced load of clothes. Lara made a little squeaking noise, too, and then took another gasping breath. He kind of liked the rhythm they were playing. He gradually sped up; doing his best to imitate a washing machine's spin cycle, and then heard the banging noise of the machine Lara was perched on hitting the one next to it. Robbie had no musical talent at all, but this was a syncopated rhythm even he could play well. When he reached a nice steady pace, he put his lips to Lara's ear, kissed it gently, and said loudly "You may come now, slut!" and she did, beautifully, with a little cry and a sob. He could feel her pussy pulse and grab him, and her fingers caressed his back and moved all the way down to his butt cheeks.

That's my girl. He paused for second, kissed Lara on the lips, and then thrust into her again, savagely. He repeated the whole sequence, including the come on command part, and her second orgasm was even bigger and louder than the first. "That's one!" he said.

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Lizzy Faye was pretty freaked out, but she was almost sure that was two orgasms, not one. Two hot and sizzling ones, judging from the sound effects, and there was a new smell in the laundry room, too. Well, maybe there were two.

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Robbie picked Lara up and put her up on the folding table in the far corner of the little laundry room, and put her on her hands and knees. He spread her butt cheeks and briefly licked the backside of her very wet pussy, then began zeroing in on her little red rosebud. She was turned on like crazy, and kept pushing her ass up and her shoulders down to give him better access. After a few tasty licks, he pulled her closer to the edge, spread her knees out wide, and grabbed the coat hanger. Then he began to whip her ass with it, at least the flat paper side of it, while he slowly penetrated her luscious ass, standing on his tiptoes at the end of his motion to get as far as he could. It took him several seconds to get all the way in, and when he bottomed out Lara gasped "Thank you, Master!" He then stroked her slowly and deeply, giving her a hanger smack on the butt when he was at minimum penetration. He increased his pace steadily, grunting in mid-stroke, until he was back to the same rhythm as before, about one repetition per second. She added a little scream at the point of maximum penetration, and they sounded like a little a Capella singing group doing a round. Soon he was thinking he was John Henry, the pile drivin' man, and spanking Lara hard at the top of each stroke. Her Suzie signal began beating rhythm, too, and just as it signaled she was about to come, he said "You may come!" Boy did she ever pop one off, shaking and snorting. That's my girl. "That's two!" he said loudly.

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Lizzy Faye was risking being seen as she leaned out of the shadows so she could see all the way over to the other table. The girl had long blonde hair, and from this vantage point, Lizzy could confirm she was a natural blonde. In fact, this girl was right out of a centerfold spread in a men's magazine – face, figure, and hair all perfect. The guy was just average looking, but he had great legs and a powerful, well toned ass, shining bright and naked in the fluorescent lights. Lizzy felt another little surge in her panties. He leaned over and tongued the girl he had just fucked, confirming he qualified as a real first class pussy hound, which was another point in his favor, from Lizzy's point of view. Then he moved his chin up to another angle and Lizzy realized he was also an enthusiastic ass muncher. That was something Lizzy thought about a lot but had never actually experienced. The blonde obviously liked it just fine, as she began to push her ass up signaling she wanted more.

But Lizzy stopped breathing when the guy pulled those pink butt cheeks apart and put his cock up to the blonde's tight little asshole. It was not going to fit. But it did. When Lizzy was finally able to breathe, it came out so loudly that she was afraid they would hear her. But they weren't hearing anything but their own noises. They were each making several, and then the guy began spanking the blonde's ass with a freakin' coat hanger, and not just a little love tap either. It was getting flaming red. The guy was really pounding it, and the blond was still strongly pushing her almost perfect backside up to meet his every thrust and spank. Talk about surrender! Lizzy's pussy was fully wet now, and she found herself anticipating the way the guy's butt cheeks would swell when he got all the way up on his tiptoes. She was torn between watching that and watching his red dick disappear into the girl's pink butt. Then the son of a bitch told the blond girl that she could come, and she did, instantly and spectacularly! That would be three, by Lizzy's count. But then he said "That's Two!" WTF?

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Robbie turned Lara around on the table and kissed her again, tenderly. Then he spun her onto her back, let her head drop over the edge of the table until her sweet throat was perfectly horizontal, grabbed two big handfuls of long blonde hair, and began to fuck Lara's throat, her Suzie signal peaking like a rotating beam of a lighthouse pointing in his direction each time he thrust into her sweet mouth. Lara's breath whistled through her nose, and Robbie had learned, like Pavlov's dogs, to get even crazier with lust when he heard that sound. "That's our three, baby, get ready!"

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Lizzy Faye's heart almost stopped when the guy pulled out of the blonde's ass and flipped her over on her back, put her head over the edge of the table, and put his dick right down her throat. And it looked like she loved it. Now that was true surrender. Then he said that was three and Lizzy figured it out: pussy, ass, and mouth. Now that was a 100% certified nasty white boy. When he said to get ready, Lizzie had no doubt about what for. She could not breathe, and she could not look away.

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I grunted, squatted a little bit, and felt myself get ready to shoot. Lara knew it too; she began to suck me even harder as I pulled back out of her mouth each time. She was so much my kind of girl. Get ready, baby. Lara's Suzie was singing its little heart out, and I could hear subtleties and overtones I never noticed before. Was I getting better at receiving, or was she sending differently? Then I heard another Suzie signal, clearly not from Lara, but from another girl. It had overtones I knew I had never heard before. Usually I had to be pretty close to sense a girl sending. Was there a dorm room right above us? As I tried to visualize the layout of the building, it seemed to me that directly above us was the dorm administrative office, which should be closed and locked now. On the other sides of us were the vending area and a storage room, and an outside wall. Where was that signal coming from?

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Lizzy Faye watched as the guy grunted and squatted and there were no prizes for guessing what was about to happen. There was also no question whatsoever that Lizzy's little red panties were now wet and wild. He made a funny noise, and then she saw the blonde girls' cheeks hollow like she was sucking him for all she was worth. He was obviously shooting everything he had into her perfect little red lipstick mouth, and she was sucking it down like she couldn't get enough. Nasty, nasty, and very hot. Lizzy felt funny, and she wondered wistfully how Blondie was feeling right now.

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Lara sucked me like she was possessed, and there was nothing that made me feel better than that. Suddenly she had it all, and she popped me out of her mouth and said "Thank you, Master! I love you, Master! And then she began to cry.

I kissed her tears, and her sweet mouth and cheeks, and then whispered very low in her ear, "I love you too, Lara!", and she shivered and cried even harder.

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Lizzy Faye broke out of her paralysis and put two and two together. She called him Master, and she sounded like she meant it. Hadn't her roommate told her about a guy that came to a UDP party dressed as some sort of domination and bondage freak with three super hot girls on leashes, and one of the girls was a tall blonde. He called himself The Master? Actually he didn't call himself Master, the girls did. Her roommate Orinda also said that they won the costume contest with outfits so sexy that half the people there got turned on by the idea of submitting to him, including Orinda. And didn't one of the APA pledges say he was a freshman white boy who lived in this dorm? Come to think of it, the APA pledge said this Master cat had the biggest dick in the world and could make any girl fall in love with him; in fact one girl had it so bad for him that she went nuts, dropped out of school, and went back to Houston. Well, she knew that was nowhere near the biggest dick in the world, but it certainly seemed to be getting the job done, and Blondie there sure seemed to have fallen in love with him. He was kissing the blonde, as he damn well should when she just lovingly swallowed everything he could shoot, and she was sobbing and murmuring that she loved him. Then he helped her stand up and hugged her tight, and kissed her again, really nice. When he turned to help her pick up her dress, Lizzy Faye got a good look at his face. She had seen him before, lots of times, at early breakfast MWF. They called him Robbie, and his roommate was that loud and obnoxious Jewish ZZZ frat rat guy from New York.

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Lara and I got our clothes back on, and headed out the laundry room door. I turned left toward the elevator, and saw Ralph had just moved to the right side of the door and started walking down the hall in the other direction. Lara's gaze lingered on Ralph's receding back, unrecognized, and I said "He must have been right outside the door the whole time!" She gasped, and her Suzie sparked anew with humiliation, then excitement. This had possibilities.

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Lizzie Faye counted to sixty, then stood up and looked around, and saw no one else in the laundry room. She went back up to her dorm room, turned off the Netflix movie on her laptop, and turned out her lights. She reconsidered what had just happened, thought about the times she had seen Robbie in the dining hall, and then she put both hands inside her little red panties for a while. She would have to wash them again soon.

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We walked back to Lara's place just before Rodney Driver showed up to ferry us to the dinner. It turned out to be a private dining room at one of the downtown hotels, as most restaurants were totally booked up for many days before and after the upcoming race. The room was laid out more like a conference room than a formal dinner, and there was a big video screen with what was obviously the first slide of a presentation of some sort. There were name cards at each place and we walked around the table until we found our names. I discovered I was not seated next to Lara, but in between Asa Weltschmerz and Lillian Gush. Lara was seated between Marie Oroterrassier and the VP of Sales.

Asa approached me as people begin filling the seats and pulled me aside. "I have never seen Lara with such a glow. She is absolutely radiant. She's not pregnant is she? Anything I should know?"

I paused. "Well, earlier this evening, I did tell her that I loved her."

"Do you?" Asa was ever the realist.

"Yes, but I am not sure what that means going forward. I still want to finish school single, and I am certainly not ready to forsake all others!"

"Especially Suzanne and Millie?"

That brought me up short. I had nothing to say, and he continued.

"She really does tell her shrink everything, you know. She is very comfortable with the current arrangement. I think she loves Suzanne, too. She is not sure what that means going forward, either." Lara's dad approached to greet us both, cutting our conversation short.

Most of the seats were filled, and Marie Oroterrassier took to the podium to kick things off, in her vaguely continental accent and phraseology: "Welcome, gracious ladies and gentlemen. I will briefly review our plans for customer and prospect contact from now until the race, and through some of the after race activities." She went through the schedule of the official pre-race party, qualifying day, race day, and the after race gala, which was a prohibition era theme, presumable so everyone could dress in spats and play Enoch 'Nucky' Thompson for the night, coincidentally drinking themselves silly in the process. Suzanne once told me that her father said the only people that drink more than the F1 crowd were the people at the UN in New York. Then she filled in all the 'unofficial' peri-race events: pre-race lunches, golf tournaments, tennis tournaments, fun runs, and a skull race on the lake, dinners, mixers, cigar parties, hookah parties and late night dance parties, and even later night 'dance' parties with clothing optional. Qualifying and Race watch video parties were being held at many restaurants and bars for those who did not have actual seats at the track, and a large number of very late night after parties at all manner of nightclubs and music venues, all the way through to Sunday, the last official day of race activities. The final event shown began late Monday night, after all the other activities had ended, was scheduled at 11:59 PM until dawn the next morning and was mysteriously called the 'addicted to' after party. She went through the list, reviewing which team members were covering which events, and which customer targets were sponsoring or participating in them, and passing out admission tickets and invitations. The various night clubs had outdone themselves trying to court the high rollers with highly promoted parties and fancy invitations, including personalized dog tags, admission coins, poker chips, and even special thong underwear that were required for admission to their parties.

Marie went through the list in chronological order, until she finally got to the last thing on her list, the 'addicted to' party. "This one, frankly, I know very little about, except that it is the most sought after and most mysterious invitation in town. I have heard all sorts of rumors, and scandalous innuendo, but little in the way of facts. I don't know where it is, but I understand it will be at private house in the hills overlooking town, and the invitation comes in the form of a metal badge, like a sheriff's badge, that will have a serial number and QR code on it, and there is no way to get in without one. This event is literally the talk of the in crowd, the 1% of the 1%, and somehow our illustrious CEO managed to get us twenty invites, but he cannot reveal the host. We will have a separate meeting to prioritize and allocate these invites, which should go only to absolute tip top customers and prospects under 30 years of age! Otherwise, I am told, they are at risk for heart attacks at the party!" Everyone laughed. I looked over at Lara. She had that wonderful tight little smile on her face, and her Wedgewood blue eyes blazed with fire, and her Suzie was sparking nicely.

Marie continued, "So send me an email with your proposed invitees as soon as you can." With that she clicked on a hyperlink in her last slide that brought up a blank Excel spreadsheet. "Now we will look at what contacts we made at our first event at the football stadium today. I have not seen these results yet, so we are all seeing them for the first time. For tonight, we will look at potential customers, who are not currently doing any business with us, ranked by the amount of business we estimate they are doing with competitors, along with their primary contact for us and our sales or business development person who first uploaded the contact to our database, and thus gets majority credit under the commission plan."

She ran a pre-programmed relational database query, and soon the results populated the cells of the spreadsheet, filling more than one page of rows. She had sorted by potential future billings, from low to high, and began commenting on each prospect and complementing the contact person. As the customers got bigger and bigger toward the bottom of the page, her name began to appear more and more frequently as the person associated with the potential new account, and she began to sound quite pleased with herself. "We are now getting into very significant accounts, those that could generate more than $10 million per year in premiums. These will require a team of people to support the primary contact. Congratulations to all of you who have engaged with someone in this category. Now let's go to the second page and see who the really big hitters are!"

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