Annette's boss fucks her, then fires her, so she gets an agent and becomes a model. At her first trade show, she lets customers feel her up, and gives one of them a blowjob when he buys an expensive RV. Then she has oral sex with the female promoter, so she'll add her to the automatic call-up list.
Annette closed her eyes and grunted as Mr. Russo grabbed her tits, and pounded his stiff cock in and out of her pussy... just like every other Wednesday night for the past five months.
She was a waitress at Toscana Bistro... Mr. Russo’s Italian restaurant... and letting him fuck her after they closed up the place on Wednesdays was how she got him to give her more hours on the weekend shifts, so she could make a bit more money.
Toscana Bistro was a decent place, with mostly cheap pasta dishes and tasteless bread sticks, but it seemed to be fairly popular... and the restaurant was usually pretty busy with customers. Mr. Russo had always stayed late on Wednesdays... after his wife, the cooks, and the waitresses had all left for the night... to work on the books and do the scheduling for the following week. About five months ago, Annette had stayed behind after the others were gone and begged him for more hours, since she was trying desperately to move off of her sister’s couch, and needed to make more money to get her own apartment.
With a salacious grin, Mr. Russo had agreed... in exchange for letting him fuck her on Wednesday nights after everyone else had left.
So, there she was... bent over the desk in Mr. Russo’s tiny office... her eyes closed, her waitress dress unzipped, and her exposed breasts swinging back and forth beneath her. She had her legs spread, her panties down to her knees, the hem of her dress pushed up to her lower back, and her thighs bumping up against the front of the desk... as Mr. Russo squeezed her flailing tits and hammered his raging hard-on into her vagina from behind... over and over and over... while groaning, and mumbling in Italian about how good it felt.
Fortunately for Annette, Mr. Russo was a bit older, and didn’t usually last too long before he’d cum... grunting and swearing, as he filled her snatch with a load of hot, creamy jizzm.
That Wednesday was no different. After a few minutes of thrusting, she could tell Mr. Russo was about to erupt when she heard his breathing begin to catch. She felt him pick up the pace... then slam his rigid pole into her pussy as far as it would go... spewing rope after rope of spunk into her warm, wet cunt.
Annette had rested her head on the top of the desk, as Mr. Russo continued to rock his hips and mutter something in Italian that she didn’t understand... sliding his stiff boner in and out of her vagina... and enjoying the remnants of his fading climax.
After his nutsack was finally empty, Mr. Russo took a step backward... pulling his softening cock out of Annette’s pussy with a ‘plop’. He used a tissue from the box on his desk to wipe off his slimy shaft, then shoved his spent dick into his pants and pulled up the zipper.
As he finished adjusting his pants and tucking in his shirt, he said in his heavily-accented English, “I hate to say this, Nettie... but I have to let you go.”
Still bent over the desk, Annette’s eyebrows popped up in surprise. She pushed herself upright and spun around... her heavy boobs bouncing around outside her unzipped uniform... as she turned to face him... her panties still twisted around her knees... and her boss’ cum trickling down the inside of her thighs.
“What the fuck, Mr. Russo... Let me go?... like, fire me?”
With a deep sigh, he replied, “I can’t help it, Nettie... you’re a terrible waitress... you’re never on time, you break things, and I get more customer complaints about you than all my other waitresses combined.”
Still aghast, Annette shrieked, “B-but... you agreed to give me more hours... that’s why I’m standing here with your cum dripping out of my pussy, for fuck’s sake.”
Shaking his head slowly from side to side, Mr. Russo responded, “Well, to be honest, I only kept you on my payroll this long because you’re beautiful... I mean, really beautiful... and, frankly, because you let me fuck you every week.”
He reached out and squeezed one of her swaying boobs... jiggling around between them as she waved her arms and raged about the injustice of it all. With a resigned sigh, he added, “Damn, I’m going to miss the hell out of these tette.”
Annette angrily slapped his hand off her breast... zipped up her uniform... used a tissue from the box on the desk to wipe between her legs... then pulled up her panties and stormed out of the restaurant... seething and swearing, as she made her way to her ten year old Buick sitting alone in the dark parking lot out front.
She was furious... not because she’d lost her shitty job... she hated that job... but because Mr. Russo had the nerve to fuck her one last time before firing her. That just didn’t seem right.
Grumbling to herself, she unlocked her car door as the enormity of getting fired settled heavily on her shoulders. Unfortunately, she knew from experience that there weren’t that many jobs around for someone with her limited skills... and, if her waitress gig had proven anything... it had showed her that any job she was likely able to get, she probably wouldn’t be very good at.
As she drove home to her sister’s house, lamenting the fact that she was still no closer to getting her own place, Annette reflected on the past several years, and how she’d ended up in this shitty predicament... she had to admit, she’d made some mistakes along the way.
Annette had always been told she was very pretty, even when she was much younger. By the time she’d entered high school, she’d pretty well grown into her good looks... and, as her breasts developed and filled out her sweaters... she’d eagerly grown into her popularity with her classmates... especially the guys... and she’d reveled in it.
Being beautiful... with strawberry blonde hair, light green eyes, and a curvy shape... including pendulous, 35DD boobs by her junior year... had afforded her a lot of attention and easy answers, without really having to try very hard.
So, rather than spending any time on her studies, Annette had spent most of her junior and senior years skipping school, partying, and getting fucked by more guys than she could count... including a couple of teachers, when she needed better grades in order to graduate in her final year of school.
After high school, she was anxious to move out on her own... but found herself sleeping on her older sister’s couch on the north side of Houston, while she tried to figure things out. It wasn’t a great set up... but at least she wasn’t living in the same house as her stodgy, overbearing parents anymore.
Her sister’s husband resisted the idea at first... after all, it was a small, starter home with barely enough space for the two of them... but he eventually agreed... after Annette gave him a blowjob one day while her sister was out shopping for groceries. He decided she could sleep on their sofa until she could afford her own place... as long as she would suck his cock, or let him fuck her, any time his wife was working late or running errands.
That arrangement had been working out okay for the past year, or so, but was starting to get old... plus, Annette was worried that her sister might be getting suspicious. She knew she couldn’t afford it yet, but she really wanted to move out on her own... if she could ever get enough money.
At the time, it had seemed like a good plan to let Mr. Russo screw her once a week in order to get more shifts at the restaurant... but, as the Toscana Bistro grew smaller and smaller in her rearview mirror, she had to acknowledge that it hadn’t quite worked out as well as she had hoped.
Still... she thought to herself... what choice did she have?
About half-way home, she was playing back in her mind what Mr. Russo had said after he’d finished fucking her... about how pretty she was, and how much he liked her tits... when an idea began to form in her head. She started remembering how people had always made a big deal about her natural beauty and physical assets... and thought to herself that maybe there was a way to take advantage of that.
By the time she reached her sister’s place, she’d decided to spend the next day checking out local talent agencies to see if she could find someone to represent her, and possibly get into some type of modeling: lifestyle magazines, local ads and business catalogs, trade shows, grand openings, art gallery showings, car expos... there had to be something where her beauty and body could actually pay off.
The following morning, she looked up modeling agencies online... and, with no idea how to decide which one to choose... she just picked the one that was closest to her sister’s place. She quickly showered... and pulled out her sexiest dress from the tiny bit of closet space her sister was letting her use.
It was a lycra, form-fitting, mini-cocktail dress... sort of a muted turquoise color, which perfectly highlighted her blonde hair and green eyes. It was extremely low-cut in front... and backless... with thin, spaghetti straps over her shoulders... so, she couldn’t wear a bra. With a wry grin, she acknowledged that this dress would emphasize her round, ample breasts and tight ass. Then she slipped on four-inch heels to accentuate her shapely legs.
With a silent nod of approval at her reflection in the mirror, she figured that... if whoever she was about to meet with at the modeling agency happened to like boobs, butts, or legs... she was in.
When she arrived at the agency’s office, she could see that it was a boutique operation... basically, a small studio set-up, with a secretary answering phones in a reception area, and a middle-aged guy sitting behind a desk in his office through a door to her left.
The secretary took Annette into the agent’s office, then returned to her place out front... closing the office door behind her, as Annette settled into a comfortable leather chair positioned directly in front of the agent’s desk.
He stood up and came around the desk... extending his arm for a handshake. He introduced himself as James Crandall... owner of the ‘Entourage Modeling and Talent Agency’... adding that she could just call him “Jim”, as he leaned his butt onto the edge of the desk directly in front of her.
Annette grinned as she noticed that Jim’s eyes kept drifting down to her décolletage and quivering tits... she was pretty sure he’d moved around to the front of his desk so he could look down the top of her dress as they talked. Smiling, she thought to herself that perhaps that was a good sign... maybe there was reason to be optimistic.
As they talked about her interests and experience, Jim’s eyes continued to dart from her face to her boobs, and back again... sometimes lingering for quite a while on her exposed cleavage, before shifting his eyes back up to hers. Annette noticed that he’d then inadvertently adjust the lump between his legs as they continued to chat. She knew that her nipples were making noticeable bumps in the thin material of her cocktail dress, and it was pretty obvious that Jim had noticed, too.
After about fifteen minutes of discussion, Jim asked, “Well, Annette... you’re obviously very attractive... you’d fit in nicely with the team of models we currently represent... do you have any head shots... or maybe a portfolio I can take a look at?”
Annette leaned forward, giving Jim a chance to look even further down the top of her dress... then answered, “I don’t... but, honestly Mr. Crandall... I don’t have the money for either. Is there any way around that?”
With his eyes locked onto her bare flesh, which... in her forward position... allowed him to see her corpulent breasts all the way down to her nipples, the agent said, “You can call me ‘Jim’, Annette”, then he hesitated a bit... adjusted his crotch again... and added, “W-well... I... uh... s-sure... I guess I can go ahead and be your agent... on a trial basis, for starters.”
Annette gave him her brightest, most captivating smile, and bounced in her chair a little so Jim could watch her tits wobble, and said, “That’s fantastic, Mr. Crandall... I mean ‘Jim’... do you have anything for me right now? I really need some work.”
Jim reluctantly pulled his eyes away from Annette’s jiggling chest, and moved back behind his desk... sat down and hit a few keys on his keyboard. A calendar for the current month popped up, and looking it over, he remarked, “Hmmm... no, nothing immediately... I mean, there are several events going on this month, but I’ve already maxed out the call-up requests for those.”
Feeling a bit frantic... but encouraged by Jim’s obvious interest in her tits... Annette stood up, and walked around his desk so she could see what he was looking at on his computer screen.
Jim’s eyes tracked her shapely legs and swaying boobs, as she moved in behind him. She stood a bit to the side, and leaned over his back... rubbing one soft, ample breast against the back of his neck, while resting the other one on his shoulder. Jim definitely noticed... glancing to his right to check out the pillowy tit sitting right next to his cheek... the fleshy orb trying desperately to escape the tenuous confines of her low-cut top... as he unconsciously used one of his hands to adjust his stiffening cock through his pants... again.
The way Annette was leaning against him, the boob resting on his shoulder was bulging over the top of her dress so much that he could see part of her exposed areola... and he couldn’t seem to pull his eyes away from it... as Annette studied the event calendar on his computer.
She leaned farther forward... placing one hand on his thigh... very near to his growing dick... while using her other hand to point at the monitor... and squashing her tits even harder against his neck and shoulder.
“Well, what’s this, Jim? It looks like there’s an ‘RV, Beach and Boat Expo’ at the convention center in downtown Houston this weekend... that’d be perfect for me!”
As she used one hand to point to that weekend’s trade show on Jim’s computer screen, Annette moved her other hand so that it was resting right on top of the obvious bulge in his slacks... she began gently squeezing it... then ran her fingers up and down the tented outline in his pants... stopping occasionally to caress the growing lump between his legs.
Stuttering a bit, Jim tried to remain focused, and said, “W-well... uh... yeah, the convention center always has trade shows and expos... almost every weekend... b-but they have a standing call-back list, which fills most of the modeling slots.” He moaned softly in response to Annette massaging his crotch, then continued, “They get the rest of the models they need from all the agencies in the Houston area, and I’ve already assigned all the girls they requested from my agency.”
Still pressing her breasts heavily against his back and shoulders, Annette casually unzipped his pants... pulled out his rock-hard prick... and began sliding her hand up and down his rigid shaft, purring, “Maybe you could cancel one of the other girls? You know... call one of them up and tell her you made a mistake?”
Staring down at Annette’s fingers wrapped around his throbbing erection, Jim mumbled, “Uh... well... I don’t know... I just...”, then Annette pushed his chair away from his desk, and spun it slightly so that she had better access to his stiff boner. Smiling into his stunned face, she stood between his knees, and bent over.
She took one of his hands and placed it on her left breast... encouraging him to squeeze and fondle it through the top of her dress... then sucked the tip of his stiff, swollen hard-on into her mouth, and began bobbing her head up and down, as she continued to jerk his shaft with one of her hands.
Moaning softly, Jim began to eagerly rub her left tit through her dress, as Annette’s warm, stroking hand launched tentacles of pleasure throughout his torso. Then... grinning like a kid who’s discovered unexpected treasure... he reached inside her dress and pulled out both of her soft, plump breasts... completely mesmerized, as he watched them spring free and bounce around beneath her chest.
With a salacious smile on his face, he massaged and played with them... then pulled on both nipples... before releasing them so he could watch them sway back and forth above his lap, in rhythm with her bobbing head and pumping fist.
Annette was amused by Jim’s naked fascination with her heavy boobs. She giggled around the stiff penis sliding in and out of her mouth... then pulled it out... and, continuing to stroke it with her hand, asked, “Well, Jim? What do you think?”
Still moaning softly, Jim continued to fondle both of her tits, and mumbled, “Uh... y-yeah... sure... I... uh... I guess I could do that... okay, yeah.... I’ll cancel one of the other girls”, then grabbed the back of her head with one of his hands and pulled her back down to his straining erection.
She chuckled as she sucked it back into her mouth, and resumed bobbing her head up and down. It didn’t take long before Jim let out a raspy groan, and shoved his cock as far as it would go into her mouth... blasting several streams of slimy, white jizzm against the back of her throat.
Annette swallowed his load, and kept jerking his throbbing dick, as Jim continued to rock his hips and shoot even more cum onto her tongue, until his nutsack was finally empty.
With a heavy sigh, he released the back of her head and flopped back in his chair... gasping for air... with a satisfied grin on his face... as he enjoyed the aftermath of his incredible orgasm.
Annette swallowed the rest of his spunk, as she sucked and stroked his softening prick a little while longer... then pulled out the last few drops of cum, and licked them away with her tongue... before tucking his spent cock back into his pants and pulling up the zipper.
Annette left her exposed breasts dangling over the top of her dress, as she sat back down in the chair in front of Jim’s desk. After catching his breath... and grinning contentedly... Jim reached into a desk drawer and pulled out some agency employment forms for her to sign... then, with his eyes locked onto her jiggling tits and stiff nipples... handed them to her, along with a pen.
When the forms were all signed, Jim handed Annette a business card with the name and number of the woman in charge of trade shows at the convention center in downtown Houston.
She took the card... read the name on it before slipping it into her purse... then, smiling into Jim’s incredulous, but appreciative face... tucked her tits away inside the top of her dress.
As she headed toward the office door, Jim said, “Be sure to get to the convention center by 7 am tomorrow morning... the girl at the registration desk will tell you where to go from there.”
Then, as she opened the door to step into the reception area, Jim pointed to her purse, and added, “The name on that card is in charge of hiring the models they use for all the trade shows, expositions, corporate events and parties they hold at the convention center throughout the year... if you can get on her good side, she’ll add you to the automatic call-back list. You can make some really good money if you’re on that list.”
Annette thanked him with a smile, then headed to her car outside, and climbed inside. When she turned the key in the ignition, it didn’t start up right away, which worried and annoyed her. Grimacing with frustration, she tried several more times... and on the fourth try, the engine finally rumbled to life. Breathing a sigh of relief... she drove back to her sister’s house... excited and hopeful about being an actual “model”, and already having a job lined up at the convention center for the weekend.
The following morning, she got up early and showered, then dressed in a casual outfit that she knew looked good on her... a red, sleeveless, light-weight cotton pullover that stopped just above her torso... drawing attention to her heavy breasts and flat stomach... along with short denim shorts that allowed her ass cheeks to peek out whenever she bent over. She wore beige woven wedge sandals, with a medium heel, that she thought would look good in a beach or boat setting... and that, of course, emphasized her legs and butt.
Her sister and brother-in-law were still sleeping as she slipped quietly out of the house and climbed into her car. But, when she turned the key in the ignition, it wouldn’t start... just... nothing. She tried several more times, but with absolutely no success... the engine simply wouldn’t turn over.
Worried that she’d screw up her first job opportunity as a model, she went back inside and quietly opened the door to the master bedroom.
Annette knew that her sister’s husband would be home all day, since it was Friday... and by working extra-long hours at the oil refinery in Deer Park during the week, he always got every Friday off. So, she crept into the bedroom, and knelt down by the bed, where her brother-in-law lay sleeping on his side, facing her, near the edge of the mattress. Annette nudged him awake, then... when his eyelids started to flicker... whispered that her car wouldn’t start, and she needed to borrow his car for a job downtown.
He wiped his bleary eyes as he came awake, and mumbled, “What?... no... what if I need to go somewhere?”
Annette whispered back, “C’mon, Brad... you know you never go anywhere. You’re going to spend the entire day on the couch playing video games... and this is really important to me.”
Brad chuckled, and whispered back, “Yeah... you’re probably right.”
He glanced over his shoulder at his wife, sleeping behind him and facing the other way... then turned back to Annette... grinned, and whispered again, “Okay... sure, you can borrow my car... but let’s take care of this first”, as he pushed the covers down past his hips, and pulled his morning wood out through the opening in his boxer shorts.
Still whispering, Annette said, “What the fuck, Brad... my sister’s sleeping right there... she could wake up!”
With a lecherous smile, Brad whispered back, “No she won’t... she took an Ambien last night... she’ll probably sleep til noon.”
With a sigh of resignation, Annette nodded... then grabbed the shaft of his throbbing boner and began stroking it... sliding her hand up to the bulbous head, then down again to the thick, veiny base... over and over, as he let out little moans of pleasure... trying to stay quiet so as not to wake up his wife.
He continued laying on his side, facing Annette, so she could just kneel next to the bed, while she jerked off his raging hard-on.
In an effort to speed things up, Annette sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, and began bobbing her head back and forth, while picking up the pace with her pumping fist.
Fortunately, it worked... after just a few minutes, Brad’s breathing started to catch, and he whispered, “Yeah... just like that... a little faster... oh, fuck... yeah...”
Annette picked up the pace even more, and Brad suddenly grabbed her head to hold it in place... and erupted... spewing several gobs of cum into her mouth, as she continued to stroke the shaft of his morning erection.
Annette swallowed Brad’s entire load... then pulled out the last few drops of semen, and licked them off the tip of his spent dick.
With an anxious grimace on her face, she dropped his shrinking cock and left it dangling over the side of the mattress, then angrily whispered, “Okay... that’s done... now, where are the keys?”
Brad moaned quietly as he enjoyed his lingering climax, and mumbled, “They’re on the counter by the refrigerator”, with a satisfied grin, he added, “And thanks, Nettie... you always give the best blowjobs”, then rolled over and went back to sleep.
Annette crept quietly out of the room, grabbed Brad’s keys off the counter, then hurried out to his car and headed to the George R. Brown convention center downtown.
At the convention center, she parked in the east lot, then hurried to the main entrance, where a staff member pointed her to the escalator leading to the second floor. As she made her way to the escalator, Annette could see teams of workers setting up vendor booths and displays on the main floor of the massive structure... including several full sized RV’s, boats, wave-runners, and tents. She couldn’t help but wonder how they got all those huge boats and RV’s into the center of the building... but however they did it, it was pretty damn impressive.
On the second floor, another staff member put a checkmark by her name on a clipboard... then steered her into a large, cavernous area that appeared to be a vast, open-air changing room for the models. Annette let out a silent gasp, as she looked around the bustling room... there had to be nearly a hundred good-looking women scattered throughout the huge space.
There were small, temporary lockers set up to her left for personal belongings... so, she opened one and shoved her stuff inside. There were lots of benches and chairs placed around the room, and several racks of bathing suits along each of the outside walls... which were apparently what all the models would be wearing on the floor of the convention center during this beach-themed trade show. She could see that there were plenty of one-piece suits mixed in with the others, but the majority were tiny, string-bikini-style swim suits... bright colors and sexy designs... separated on hangers by tops and bottoms, and organized by size.
Annette noticed that there were a few dressing rooms along the far wall, on the other side of the room, with a chair in each cubicle, and full-length curtains for privacy... but only a few of the women were using them, so most of the cubicles stood open and empty. Almost everybody was just getting undressed, and trying on their bathing suits, right out in the open... no shyness or modesty concerns at all.
Taking a look around her, Annette marveled at all the beautiful women, jiggling boobs, and tight butts in various stages of undress and full-on nudity, as they all prepared to take their places in the trade show in the convention hall downstairs. She wasn’t at all surprised to see mostly bald or tightly trimmed pubic mounds... although there were several that were a bit hairier than she would’ve expected... given that they were all going to be wearing tiny bathing suits throughout the day, as well as for the rest of the weekend.
With a “guess it’s time to join in” shrug, Annette walked over to a rack of bathing suits, and started sorting through them... eventually picking out a skimpy one-piece suit that caught her eye.
As she was looking it over and checking it for size, an older woman... maybe mid-forties... stepped up behind her, and reached around with both hands to gently squeeze her boobs, saying, “No, honey... with these tits, you definitely need to wear a 2-piece.”
With one hand still on one of her breasts, the woman reached past Annette, and pulled a florescent green bikini top off the rack, saying, “Here... try this one... it looks big enough for those beauties” The woman held the tiny bikini bra up to Annette’s boobs, and added, “Yep... this’ll show them off perfectly.”
Then she smiled at Annette, and said, “And the green will go nicely with your long blonde hair, and pretty green eyes, too.”
Then she gave Annette’s butt a playful slap... pointed to the smaller sized racks, and said, “With this tight ass, you’ll have to check over there for the matching bottoms.”
Startled into silence, Annette’s eyes met hers... they smiled at each other, and Annette mumbled, “T-thanks”.
The woman reached over and gently tweaked one of her nipples through her shirt, and said, “It was definitely my pleasure”, then moved on to help another girl with her bathing suit ***********ion.
Annette watched her walk away... seeing a fairly attractive women, with a nice shape and boobs almost as big as Annette’s... she seemed to be in charge, but Annette really had no idea who she was.
As Annette watched the woman spend some time choosing a bathing suit for another model, she leaned over to the girl getting undressed right next to her, and asked, “Who was that?”
The other girl chuckled, and said, “You’ve just been helped by Carol Wagner... the woman in charge of the girls and glamour needed for all the trade shows and corporate activities that happen here at the convention center, as well as several other event locations around Houston.”
Annette recognized the name from the business card Jim had given her, so she mentally filed it away as someone she needed to get to know better.
The girl next Annette smiled, and said, “I’m Marsha, but the way... I think you’re new, right? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”
“I’m Annette”, they shook hands... kind of awkwardly, because Marsha was totally naked... then Annette added, “Yeah... I’m new... this is my first modeling gig.”
They both turned and watched Carol some more, as she helped another girl with her bathing suit ***********ion... occasionally caressing her breasts, and squeezing her butt cheeks... as they chatted and tried on different colors and styles. Eventually, Carol and the girl decided on a bright pink two-piece bikini. Annette and Marsha continued to watch as Carol put her arm around the girl’s shoulders, and the two of them walked over to one of the dressing rooms... stepped inside, and pulled the curtain shut.
Marsha smiled as they watched Carol steer the girl toward the dressing room, and said, “She clearly loves her job... and – to be fair – she’s very good at what she does. Sometimes she’ll encourage one of the models to join her in one of the dressing rooms over there... pull the curtain... then sit in the chair and have them give her head.”
Annette’s eyebrows rose, as she looked at her new friend and said, “Really?”
Marsha chuckled and said, “Yep... and most don’t resist, because she’ll add their names to the automatic call-back list, and they end up getting a lot more trade show and convention modeling jobs.” She shrugged her shoulders, and added, “I’ve done it a few times... it’s really not that bad... and, if you’re into it, she’ll return the favor... and she’s actually really good at it.”
Marsha put her bikini top on, and hooked it together in front, under her boobs. As she spun it around, and pulled the straps up over her shoulders so her tits settled into place in the bra, she said, “It’s amazing how many trade shows and other corporate events go on around this town... if you’re on the list, you can make a really good living at it.”
She may have been imagining it... but, even with the din of all the models chattering and slipping into their bathing suits... Annette was pretty sure she could hear Carol’s soft moans from behind the closed curtain, as the girl in the dressing room licked her pussy until she climaxed.
A few minutes later... as Annette was stuffing her breasts into the top of her tiny bikini top... Carol pulled the curtain open and stepped out. Through the open curtain, Annette could see the girl stepping into her bathing suit bottoms... her jiggling breasts bouncing around on her chest... until she slipped into her bikini top and covered them up.
Annette finished putting on her bathing suit, as Carol took a position at the front of the room and called for everyone’s attention. She pointed to an assignment board to her right that showed everyone which vendor they had been assigned to, and where they were located on the convention hall floor downstairs.
She reminded them that their base pay comes from the trade show organizers, but that any tips come directly from the companies they were assigned to.
She finished with, “As most of you know... If you play your cards right, you can make a lot of money this weekend... so, good luck to all of you.”
Annette checked the board, and saw that she was assigned to ‘Renegade RV’s and Outdoors’... a business that sold four-wheelers, trailers and RV’s out of Wyoming. She checked their location on the map, then went with Marsha down the escalators to the main floor. Once they got into the huge, bustling convention hall, they waved to each other... then headed in different directions to find their work stations.
Annette found the Renegade vendor’s booth... which took up over 3,000 square feet... and had two full-sized display RV’s , a hitch trailer, and three four-wheelers parked prominently on-site, along with banners and signs advertising everything ‘Renegade’ had for sale.
She walked around looking for the company representative... eventually finding him in one of the RV’s, staging some of the interior décor to look most inviting to prospective customers.
She poked her head inside and called out, “Excuse me... I’m Annette... I think I’m supposed to work with you this weekend.”
The company guy turned from what he was doing... saw Annette, and said, “Holy shit... I’ve hit the jackpot! You’re gorgeous!”
He stepped over to where she stood, held out his hand to shake... as his eyes wandered all over her nearly naked body... enjoying the fact that the green bikini left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
“I’m Rusty... the company rep for ‘Renegade RV’s and Outdoors’... wow, this is shaping up to be a great weekend.”
Annette blushed a bit at his obvious inspection... and wasn’t at all surprised when his eyes lingered on her barely covered boobs.
Rusty couldn’t help himself... he reached out and squeezed both of her breasts, saying, “I’ll bet these are going to help us sell more stuff this weekend than any other show this year.”
Annette didn’t flinch... she smiled and let him fondle her tits for a while... thinking it might influence the size of the tip he’d give her... then he reluctantly let them go, and began showing her around the RV.
For the next fifteen minutes, he showed her both RV’s, and the four-wheelers... so she had some idea of what they were selling. When he was done, Rusty looked at Annette, and said, “They probably told you that we typically like to tip the models that help us at these trade shows.”
Annette nodded, hoping for the best.
Rusty continued, “Well, I’ll pay you a tip at the end of each day... and the tip you get will be larger, the more stuff we sell”, he squeezed one of her boobs again, then grinned and added, “And these should help immensely.”
Ten minutes later, the front doors opened and customers began streaming into the convention hall... stopping at various vendor booths... smiling... browsing... and, in some cases, buying whatever the different vendors were selling.
It was summer time in Houston, so almost all of the customers were in various combinations of shorts, t-shirts, crop-tops and sandals... even some bathing suits.... so, walking around and greeting people in her tiny green bikini was actually pretty comfortable, and seemed to fit the beach theme of the trade show perfectly.
Annette was pretty good at flirting and socializing... and she made it a point to chat up... and, if possible... rub up against... every potential customer that walked through Renegade’s booth... helping Rusty point out special features on the four-wheelers and both RV’s.
As the day wore on, Annette found herself more tuned into the whole modeling and selling dynamic.... becoming friendlier and more attentive as her comfort level grew. She giggled, as she allowed browsers to occasionally caress a boob or grab her butt... even occasionally reciprocating with a nudge or squeeze of her own... as she tried desperately to encourage potential customers to become actual customers so she could get a bigger tip.... and it seemed to work.
By mid-afternoon, she and Rusty had sold three four-wheelers, and had one seriously interested RV prospect, who said he’d return on Saturday to make a final decision.
All three of the four-wheeler customers had managed to grab handfuls of Annette’s tits before buying their off-road toys... and Rusty had noticed that it seemed to help complete the sale.
And when Annette was showing their RV customer... a middle-aged man named Frank Maurer... the inside of the camper he was interested in, he had taken full of advantage of her nearly naked tits... grabbing and squeezing them several times... and even pulling on her nipples... as she showed him around the cabin, pointing out the trailer’s amenities.
By the end of her spiel, she had playfully pushed his hands off her boobs... then smiled up at him... reached between his legs and gave his obvious chubby a gentle squeeze... and, with a wry grin, promised him a blowjob if he decided to buy it.
Mr. Maurer couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, as he shook Rusty’s hand... promised he’d think about it and probably return the next day... then continued meandering through the other vendor booths.
Just before the end of the day, the Mr. Maurer returned... saying he couldn’t wait until Saturday... he was ready to finalize the RV deal right away.
Rusty was ecstatic... he walked him through the purchasing process, arranged for delivery to his house the following week, then had him sign on the dotted line. By the time the paperwork was done, the trade show was shutting down for the day, and the other customers... along with some of the vendors... had already left.
With the sale complete and the paperwork signed, Mr. Maurer grinned at Annette, then turned to Rusty and told him he wanted her to show him the inside of the RV one last time.
Rusty grinned as Annette led their customer into the RV for a final inspection... knowing full well what was going on, once the door was closed.
In the RV, Mr. Maurer stood in the galley... grinning like a Cheshire cat... as Annette knelt in front of him, and unzipped his pants. She pulled out his already rock-hard boner, and giggled at his extreme readiness... hard and hot... almost vibrating... as he anticipated what was about to happen. Annette wrapped her hand around his raging hard-on... then stroked it a few times... before sucking the mushroom-shaped head into her mouth.
Mr. Maurer moaned and rocked his hips, as Annette bobbed her head back and forth... using her tongue to stimulate the ridge of his bulbous tip... while jerking his throbbing erection with one hand, and massaging his dangling ball sack with her other hand.
He reached down between them and easily slipped Annette’s heavy breasts out of her bikini top... then caressed and fondled them with both hands, as they swung back and forth in rhythm with her bobbing head and pumping fist.
It didn’t take long before Mr. Maurer grabbed both of Annette’s tits... hard... then shoved his hips forward, and blasted several ropes of cum into her warm, wet mouth.
Annette swallowed his steamy load... then continued sucking and jerking his shrinking prick... pulling out the last few drops of semen onto her tongue, and swallowing that, as well.
She grinned up at the euphoric look on Mr. Maurer’s face, as she tucked his spent dick back into his pants, and pulled up his zipper.
“Congratulations on your new RV, Mr. Maurer... I think you made a good choice”, then she gently rubbed the soft lump in his pants, and added, “And thank you for your business.”
Mr. Maurer reluctantly released Annette’s boobs so she could adjust her bikini bra back into place to cover her nipples, and sighed, “Yeah... now I just have to explain it to my wife...”
Annette stayed in the RV, as Mr. Maurer stepped outside... shook Rusty’s hand one last time... then headed for the exit of the convention hall.
The first day of the trade show was over by then... so Rusty shut down all the displays, then stepped into the RV model, where Annette was lounging on the galley sofa catching her breath.
Grinning lasciviously, Rusty asked, “So... did you fuck him?”
Annette chuckled, and said, “No... just a blowjob. I mean, what the hell... he just bought a $185,000 RV... he deserved a little something.”
Staring at her nearly naked body lounging on the sofa, Rusty said, “Goddamn, it Annette... doing that was so fucking sexy.”
Annette surprised herself, when she said, “Yeah... for me, too... it actually got me wet.”
Taking that as a good sign, Rusty unzipped his pants, and pulled out his semi-hard schlong... stroking it with one of his hands, as he stepped closer to where Annette lay on the RV’s couch.
Annette’s eyebrows rose when she saw how big Rusty’s cock was... she had no idea he was that big... and she couldn’t deny that running around nearly naked all day... among fully clothed customers... and giving one of them a blowjob for buying something... had made her incredibly horny.
With her eyes locked onto his growing erection, she unconsciously spread her legs a bit... as Rusty moved closer to her... slowly gliding his hand up and down his growing boner.
With a lustful grin on his face, he said, “Maybe we should celebrate the big bonus you earned today.”
Annette laughed, then reached out and pushed his hand off of his hard-on, and replaced it with her own, saying, “I love that idea... maybe we should.”
She pulled him closer, and leaned forward slightly, to suck the tip of his cock into her mouth. She stroked his rigid pole... now fully erect... as she danced her tongue around its head, and used one hand to cup his soft, fleshy nutsack.
Rusty closed his eyes and moaned... then opened them again, and leaned over to pull her heavy breasts out of her bikini top... squeezing and massaging them... then pushing them together, and staring at her long, thick nipples pointing straight up toward the ceiling.
As Annette continued to suck on his straining erection, Rusty leaned over and sucked on her stiff nipples... playfully nibbling and flicking them... one after the other... until they were both as hard as erasers.
Annette moaned around the rigid pole sliding in and out of her mouth... then pulled it out, with a ‘plop’... and moved it down between her spread legs.
Holding his swollen staff in one hand, Annette used her other hand to pull her bathing suit bottom to the side... then guided Rusty’s cock toward her dripping wet vagina.
She let out a muted groan when Rusty entered her... his thick, steely prick filling her completely, and hitting all the right spots, as he slowly shoved it inside her drenched pussy. He started rocking his hips... pushing his stiff boner further and further into her cunt with every forward thrust... until he was balls-deep between her legs, with his dangling nutsack slapping a constant cadence against her anus.
Annette grabbed his butt cheeks with both hands, and pulled him deeper into her snatch... encouraging him to thrust harder, and mumbling about how good his cock felt sliding in and out of her vagina.
“Oh, my God, Rusty... yeah... keep going... fuck me... harder... yeah, even harder... yeah, like that... oh, shit, that feels good.”
Rusty didn’t need much encouragement... he eagerly pounded away between her legs... using his arms to hold himself above her, so he could watch her huge tits flail around beneath him.
Annette suddenly let out a yelp, and pulled Rusty hard into her crotch, as she twerked her hips and ground her engorged clit against the base of his thick cock... an intense, warm orgasm cascading over her entire body.
Rusty slowed down while Annette writhed and moaned... rubbing her plump nub against his stiff shaft, as an incredible climax coursed through her body... then lingered for a bit, before slowly fading away.
As her orgasm began to ebb, Rusty picked up the pace again... pounding his big boner in and out of her cunt like a jackhammer... until he suddenly caught his breath... let out a loud grunt... then erupted... blasting rope after rope of white, creamy splooge all over the walls of Annette’s overflowing vagina.
He continued pumping his rock-hard dick into her pussy... slamming it as far as it would go... then holding it there while he blasted more jizzm deep inside her... before pulling it out to the head, and slamming it back in again... and holding it there while more cum spewed from the tip of his cock. He did the same thing several more times, as cum continued to gush from his prick with every lunge.
Annette’s tits flopped around between them... her body jolted by every one of Rusty’s powerful forward thrusts... she grunted and moaned, as she pulled on his ass cheeks... encouraging him to keep pounding away... even harder.
When Rusty’s nutsack was finally empty, he slowed down his pumping hips... but kept lazily sliding his still hard dick in and out of Annette’s pussy... watching her heavy breasts continue to roll back and forth, like water in a wave pool... while the two of them gasped for air, and tried to catch their breath.
Still holding himself above her prone body on the sofa, Rusty bent down and sucked both of her stiff nipples into his mouth... first one, then the other... then reluctantly pulled his softening prick out of Annette’s snatch, and stood up next to the galley couch.
“Holy shit, Annette... what a great way to end an absolutely incredible day!”
Annette giggled, and said, “Right? I mean... I really didn’t know what to expect, but... honestly... it’s been amazing”, then, with a sly grin, she added, “And I can’t wait to see how much my tip will be.”
Rusty laughed, then grabbed a paper towel and began wiping off his nearly flaccid cock, and said, “Well, then... let’s get you your money.”
Annette used a paper towel from the galley to clean between her legs, while Rusty zipped up his pants, then got his petty cash box from the vendor safe and brought it back inside the RV.
Rusty began counting out money onto the table in the galley. Annette’s face broke into a smile, and her eyes got big, as the pile of bills on the table grew to over $2,000.
“Holy shit, Rusty... that’s all mine? Just for today?”
He smiled and said, “Yep... you got a full 1% of the RV sale, and $100 for each four-wheeler we sold.”
Rusty handed her the pile of money, and said, “You did good, Annette... I knew it the first time I saw you. And we still have two more days to go, so this stack of bills could grow even bigger.”
Annette couldn’t believe her good fortune... she pulled her bikini top back into place to cover her nipples, adjusted her bottoms back over her pussy lips... then grabbed her cash. She leaned over to give Rusty a quick kiss on the cheek, and said, “This is so much more than I expected... thanks, Rusty... what time should I be here tomorrow?”
“The doors open at nine, so see if you can be at the booth by 8 am... then, with a conspiratorial wink, he added, “That should give us enough time to set up properly.”
Annette giggled, then... holding her newfound fortune to her chest... stepped down from the RV, and headed upstairs to change out of her bathing suit, and back into her street clothes.
The trade show had been over for nearly an hour, so when Annette got upstairs, she could see that the huge changing room was nearly vacant. There were only a few women pulling on their street clothes in the middle of the uncluttered space, and the curtained cubicles were all empty.
Annette grabbed her stuff from the temporary locker... shoved her money into her purse... then began slipping off her bikini, when she heard, “Wow... it looks like you did well today... that’s a sweet pile of cash!”
Startled, Annette looked over her shoulder, and saw Carol walking toward her. Annette smiled, then responded, “Yeah... I got lucky... I helped sell an RV and some dirt bikes”, then she grinned, and added, “It was blast.”
Smiling and nodding her head, Carol stepped closer, and said, “I’m glad to hear that... I love it when my girls get paid well by our vendors.”
Still smiling, Carol looked into Annette’s eyes... then reached out and gently caressed one of her naked boobs, and said, “I knew these would come in handy.”
Annette was kind of surprised that she wasn’t more skittish around Carol, but she actually felt pretty comfortable standing there naked, while Carol looked her over, and toyed with her breasts. Carol seemed to sense that... and, as Annette... still naked... tucked her bathing suit into her locker so she could use it again the next day... Carol squeezed her ass cheek, and said, “Maybe you’d like to step into one of the changing rooms to put on your street clothes?”
Standing there naked, Annette blushed a bit, hesitated briefly... then nodded her head, and said, “Sure... that’d be nice.” And with Annette carrying her street clothes in her hands... the two of them sauntered over to one of the empty cubicles... stepped inside... and pulled the curtain shut.
Once inside the fitting room, Carol took Annette’s clothes and tossed them to the side. She stood in front of Annette, and held her at arm’s length, just looking her over from top to bottom... tenderly massaging her heavy breasts, and gently tweaking her nipples... as she murmured about how beautiful she was... and how incredible her boobs were.
Then Carol turned her around and studied her backside... up and down... grabbing her butt cheeks with both hands, and giving them a playful squeeze. She chuckled, and said, “My God, Annette... you’re gorgeous... and, between this tight ass, and those amazing tits, you’re going to be one of my most successful models!”
Annette blushed, as Carol took her hand, and led her over toward the chair in the corner of the cubicle.
Carol had a simple sundress on, that came to the middle of her thighs... showing off nice legs for someone her age... and a plunging, elastic neckline... that was tied with a bow in the middle of her substantial cleavage.
Carol sat in the chair and spread her legs... pulling the bottom of her dress up to her waist... then untied the bow between her tits, and pulled the top of her dress down past her boobs... allowing them to spring free and sway back and forth on her chest.
Annette noticed Carol wasn’t wearing any panties... and that her pussy was already moist with anticipation... she could even see the tip of her engorged clitoris poking out a bit, just above her glistening pussy lips.
Carol pushed Annette down to her knees... then took the back of Annette’s head, and pulled it toward her waiting vagina.
Annette didn’t really need much encouragement. She’d licked many pussies before... and had her own pussy licked a bunch of times... mostly back when she was in high school... during sleep overs, drunken beach parties... even some threesomes with a few of her boyfriends. She actually liked it.
Plus... she had to admit... she was still pretty turned on by Mr. Maurer’s blowjob, getting fucked by Rusty, and being paid so much cash on her first day as a model.
Without hesitation, Annette ran her tongue up and down between Carol’s wet labia... relishing the pungent aroma, and enjoying the distinctive taste of her dripping wet pussy.
After teasing Carol a bit with her tongue between her pussy lips, and probing her vagina opening, Annette found her plump, swollen clit... then sucked it into her mouth... flicking it with her tongue, and rubbing tiny circles around the tip, as it stiffened between her lips.
As Annette sucked and nibbled on Carol’s distended nub, she looked up past her shaved pubic mound... past her dress twisted around her hips... and saw that Carol had closed her eyes, while she squeezed her big, soft tits... occasionally pulling on her own nipples... moaning and mumbling about how good Annette’s tongue felt in her pussy.
“Aw, fuck, Annette... that feels amazing... yeah, just like that... right there... yeah... keep going... right there... holy shit, that feels good.”
After just a few minutes, Carol placed one of her hands on the back of Annette’s head, and pulled her face harder into her snatch... grinding her sensitive clit against Annette’s tongue... as she twerked her hips... then erupted... creaming all over Annette’s face, as an intense orgasm crashed through her entire body like a lightning bolt.
Carol held Annette’s head hard against her drenched vagina... groaning and rocking her hips... her pussy juices smearing Annette’s face, and dripping down to her chin... until Carol’s climax had finally hit its peak... then slowly began to recede.
When her orgasm had run its course, Carol moaned softly... then released Annette’s head, and let her grab a towel off a hook nearby to wipe off her face.
Carol opened her eyes... and, with a broad, satisfied smile creasing her face... said, “Holy shit, Annette... that was incredible... you’re really... and I mean really... good at that.”
Still wiping Carol’s orgasm off her chin, Annette blushed again, and said, “Thanks... I’ve had some practice over the years.”
Still a bit mesmerized, Carol said, “Well it shows... and, now, I’d like to return the favor”, as she pulled Annette up from her knees, and switched places with her... nudging her into the corner chair... then spreading her legs, and leaning in between them... her warm mouth and wet tongue eager to enjoy Annette’s moist pussy.
A bit surprised, but not really putting up much of a struggle, Annette mumbled a weak resistance, but let herself be placed into the chair... then allowed Carol to spread her legs, as she leaned forward and began using her tongue to tease Annette’s stiffening clitoris.
“I... but... wait... I don’t... oooohhhh... damn, Carol... hmmmmm... yeah... oh, shit, that feels nice...”
Grinning into Annette’s sloppy wet vagina, Carol ran her tongue up and down the slit between her pussy lips. Then she stuck her tongue inside Annette’s cunt opening... shoving it in and out for several seconds... before lifting her head, and smiling up at Annette from between her legs, saying, “Tastes like you got fucked earlier today... am I right?”
Annette blushed... again... and said, “Well... yeah... I’m pretty sure that’s one of the reasons why I got the big tip.”
Carol laughed, and said, “Yep... that’s how it works”, then plunged her tongue back into Annette’s drenched pussy, and licked her way up to her engorged nub.
Carol’s heavy breasts were still dangling outside the top of her untied sundress... wobbling back and forth, as she knelt in between Annette’s thighs... flicking and teasing her plump clitoris... and reaching up to squeeze Annette’s naked boobs with both hands.
Annette kept rocking her hips into Carol’s warm, soft lips and probing tongue... until she felt an incredible climax building between her legs.
“Oh, my God... yeah... right there... stay there... yeah... just like that... holy fuck.... yeah...”
Annette suddenly caught her breath... then let out a keening moan, as a delicious orgasm exploded between her legs... tentacles of pleasure coursing through her body, as she twerked her hips and rubbed her tingly, quivering clit against Carol’s swirling tongue.
Trying to catch her breath, Annette murmured, “Holy shit, Carol... you’re really good at that, too. Damn, that was fantastic.”
Carol softened her tongue against Annette’s sensitive clitoris so she could enjoy the height of her climax... then ride it down to the bottom, as it slowly faded away. When Annette’s orgasm was over, Carol pulled her head up from Annette’s crotch, and responded, “Well... I think you deserve it... from the sounds of it, you’ve had an incredible first day.”
As Carol stood up from between Annette’s thighs, Annette handed her the towel so she could wipe off her face. With a grateful, satisfied smile on her face, Carol tucked her boobs back into her top and re-tied the bow... then adjusted the rest of her sundress around her hips... while Annette threw on her shirt and shorts.
When they were ready to go, Carol pulled the curtain aside... and the two of them stepped out of the cubicle, into the now-empty dressing room.
Carol said, “Well, I have paper work to do in my office, but this has been a wonderful way to end my day. Go ahead and give me your full name, and I’ll make sure to add you to the automatic call-back list.”
Annette found herself blushing again, but extremely excited, as she said, “Annette Turner.”
Carol made a note, then smiled and said, “Alright... Annette Turner... you’re on the list.”
Then the two smiled at each other and headed in different directions... Carol to her office, and Annette to her brother-in-law’s car parked outside in the east parking lot.
For the next two days, Annette borrowed Brad’s car again... each time required another blowjob before he’d give her the keys... then drove downtown for the second and third days of the ‘RV, Beach & Boat’ show.
She and Rusty started each day with a quick fuck in one of the RV’s after setting up the rest of the booth, then spent the day entertaining prospective customers and browsers... just like they had on Friday.
And, like on Friday, they sold stuff... on Saturday they closed on another RV, plus loan applications for two others were submitted to corporate headquarters for review. They also sold one four-wheeler on Saturday... then sold three more of them on Sunday before the show was over.
Annette did her part... the RV customer had his wife with him, so he only got to cop a feel and tweak her nipples while she was showing him the amenities inside the display model... but one of the four-wheeler customers... the one that bought two of them... got a blowjob in the back of one of the RV’s after he’d finished with his paperwork and paid the bill with his credit card.
Just like on Friday, Rusty knew Annette had contributed to the big sales weekend, and he tipped her quite a bit of cash on Saturday, along with a nice bonus on Sunday.
After that day, Annette got called up for every single corporate event, trade show and exhibition that was held at the convention center.
Jim, her agent, still got her occasional modeling gigs for other local pictorials, catalogs, and grand openings, too... but she made her real money at whatever shows and parties she got booked for at the convention center, as well as other event venues that Carol managed.
Carol had moved on to some of the newer girls coming through the trade shows, but whenever she and Annette saw each other, Carol usually give her a little wink... and Annette would always smile and nod, to let her know how much she appreciated being added to the list.