Just one more contest to win, and she'd be the most famous and sought-after girl in the country. She'd be rich from prize money and invited to be in movies and on television. Wendy's heart pounded just to think of it. But before she could give the finals her full concentration, she had a debt to pay.
Back at her hotel room, she quickly changed out of her evening gown and into simple jeans and jersey and sandals. She meant to keep the deal she'd made with Senator Horn, but she wasn't going to knock herself out for him. In exchange for the state title, she'd have to spend the night with him, but that didn't mean she had to dress up.
Wendy was interviewed by some reporters who managed to find her hotel room, and they made her out to be a simple innocent country girl dazzled by her own success. She wondered how they'd react if they knew the real story – that she'd fucked her way to the top. But of course no one must ever know that. She wanted the world to believe that she'd made it just on her looks and talent.
Finally the reporters left and Wendy snuck over to the more luxurious hotel where Senator Horn was staying. She rang his buzzer, and the Senator himself opened the door almost immediately.
"Ah, there you are, my dear," he said. "I was beginning to think you'd never show up."
"I had to give some interviews," Wendy said.
Horn grinned. "The price of success," he said, "and I bet you enjoyed every second of it. Come in, come in."
Wendy was hoping to complete her deal with the Senator quickly, just to get it over with and get out. So she was disappointed to see that he had company. A distinguished-looking grey-haired man of about fifty was sitting in the suite sipping a drink. He looked at Wendy intently, almost hungrily.
"Miss Wendy Evans," the Senator announced, "this is my dear old friend Nels Anderson, president of the Anderson Corporation."
"How do you do, sir?" Wendy said, suddenly impressed. She'd read about Nels Anderson many times. He was one of the richest and most powerful executives in the country.
"How do you do, Miss Evans," Anderson said, getting up to shake her hand. "Congratulations on your victory this evening."
Walter Horn pressed a drink into her hand and led her to sit on the couch between him and Anderson. For awhile Wendy was dazzled just to sit next to such a wealthy man. She noticed the expensive material of his suit and the discreet but priceless rings on his fingers. He seemed quiet and modest in spite of his power.
But as the minutes wore on, she began to get impatient. She wanted to be back at her hotel packing, getting ready for the national finals of the contest. She wondered when in hell Walter Horn would get rid of his buddy and take her to bed. She yawned in Horn's direction, hoping he'd take the hint.
"Are you sleepy, my dear?" Horn said. "Why don't you just go hop into bed, then? I'll be along shortly."
Wendy blushed, something she didn't do much any more. She thought it was very tactless of the Senator to let Anderson know she was sleeping with him. But she did as he said, excusing herself and going off to the bedroom. She quickly stripped and got into bed.
Presently she heard voices in the hall, and then Horn and Anderson were in the bedroom. Wendy gawked at them. They were grinning, even snickering like schoolboys, as they both began to undress. Wendy gasped and sat up, the covers falling away to reveal her superb thrusting tits.
"What's going on?" she squeaked. "What are you two doing?"
Horn and Anderson exchanged leering grins.
"Now, just calm down, dear," Horn said. "You and I made a deal, remember?"
"Of course," Wendy said, "but I thought you meant – well, just you and me."
"I asked you to spend the night with me," Horn chuckled. "I didn't say who else would be here."
Wendy didn't waste any more time talking. She leaped out of bed and made for the door. The two men went absolutely still as they eyed her lovely tall naked body, focusing hungrily on her big wobbling boobs and the dainty little fur patch of her muff.
"You can forget your deal, Senator," Wendy said angrily. "I wouldn't dream of doing a thing like this."
"Very well, my dear," Horn grinned, "but don't you think you'll need your clothes?"
"Oh, damn," Wendy said, flushing with embarrassment. Horn was right, she couldn't very well return to her hotel stark naked.
But as she turned back to get her clothes, the men grabbed them, Horn snatching up her panties and jeans, Anderson her bra and shirt. Wendy cursed and chased them, but the laughing men were too fast for her. Finally, flushed and panting, she flopped onto the bed to catch her breath.
"You'd better give me back my clothes," she snapped.
"We will, my dear," Horn laughed, "as soon as you do what we want. Please be reasonable, Wendy. What's the difference between balling one man or two? After all, I went out on a limb to get you that title, and I think you owe me quite a big favor."
Wendy seethed. She'd never minded balling just one man to get what she wanted, but this proposed little orgy seemed wicked and unnatural. Yet she saw no way out of it. Horn was right, she did owe him a pretty big favor – and she couldn't leave without her clothes, either.
"Damn you," she hissed.
"That's the spirit, my dear," Horn chuckled. "Now you just be a good girl and do what we want for a few hours. Then you can go."
Resigning herself to it, Wendy stretched out on the bed and watched the men finish undressing. She was familiar with Horn's tall lean body, but she was curious about Anderson. He was squarely built, short but strong, and his chest was matted with white hairs. Wendy's interest picked up as he lowered his pants.
Anderson sported a stiff six-inch dick that sprang from a nest of silver hairs and hugged his belly. His cock was relatively short but quite thick, ending in a huge knobby purple head. Horn was hard, too, his eight-inch prick wagging lewdly before him. The two men approached the bed grinning.
"Please be very nice to Nels, Wendy," the Senator said. "He's a very old friend of mine, and he's contributed heavily to my campaign funds."
Wendy got the idea. Just as she'd made a deal with Horn to get the beauty title, so Horn had made a deal with Anderson to get the title of Senator. With his millions, Anderson could buy just about any office in the nation. But now Senator Walter Horn had to pay his debt by sharing Wendy with the millionaire.
Wendy tried to control her nervous trembling as the two men climbed onto the bed beside her, one on each side. She'd never dreamed that she'd have to take on two guys at once. Horn and Anderson reached out and started playing with her big hot silky tits. It was just too kinky to be believed.
"Don't be so nervous, my dear," Horn said. "We're going to have a lot of fun."
Wendy sincerely doubted that, but she resigned herself to going through with it. Presently Anderson abandoned her hot heaving breasts, leaving Horn to paw the ripe pale melons, and ran his hand down her sleek body to pet the warm little curls of her bush.
"Beautiful," the millionaire sighed, "just beautiful. You sure know how to pick 'em, Walt."
It was the first time he'd spoken since their introduction. Horn chuckled and said, "It isn't often you get your own personal beauty queen to fuck, eh, Nels?"
Wendy blushed. She felt like a piece of livestock, some mindless thing on display for their amusement. Anderson slipped his hand between her satiny thighs and started to pet her dry unaroused pussy. It was all Wendy could do not to flinch away from him. She just couldn't adjust to the idea of balling two guys at once.
Meanwhile Horn was amusing himself with her tits. He'd nuzzled and kissed the big firm globes, and now he caught Wendy's pretty little brown left nipple between his ups and sucked it deep into his mouth. He started sucking on the dainty bud loudly, wetly.
Wendy wished they were alone together. Then she'd have gotten off on his hungry tit-sucking. But she was distracted by Anderson fumbling around in her crotch. The white-haired millionaire seemed to be exploring every inch of her pussy, stroking and rubbing her clit and cunt-lips and the dry little mouth of her twat.