There was only one consolation: if tonight's activities helped her win the Miss North America title, it would all be worth it.
"Hello there," Yates grinned. "Come on in."
Wendy entered his cluttered bedroom. There were several blown-up photos of Dan Taylor on the walls, and Wendy studied them wistfully. Even after nearly fifteen years as a TV cowboy, Taylor was still incredibly handsome. She wished it was him she was visiting, not his ugly little assistant. "Drink?" Yates asked.
"Oh, yes, please," Wendy said. She was getting to depend more and more on the numbing effects of alcohol to carry out her little schemes. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to ball a man who really turned her on – but then after she'd won the title, she could pick and choose her men. She'd never have to look at a homely little runt like Ned Yates again.
Yates mixed up two heavy scotches and water, sat beside her on the couch, and fondled her knee. "Now let me make sure I got this straight," he said. "You wanta meet Dan, and you'll do anything do get that meeting, right?"
"Right," Wendy said, practically gulping her drink.
"How long do you want with him?" Yates said.
Wendy swallowed hard and said, "An evening."
Yates gawked, then grinned knowingly. "Awful anxious to win that contest, aren't you?" he chuckled. "Okay, honey, I get the picture. You do what I want tonight, and I'll guarantee you can be with him tomorrow night. Deal?"
"Deal," Wendy said miserably.
The more she saw of Ned Yates, the more turned off she got. His breath was foul from cigars, his manner crude, his appearance disgusting. But she told herself that she could endure anything for an evening, especially now that Yates had made the bargain she wanted.
"Well, let's get started, then," he said. "I gotta be at the studio early tomorrow with Dan. Why don't you just take off that top and let me see your tits?"
Wendy sighed, set aside her drink, and untied the skimpy little black halter. She dropped it to the floor, and her magnificent young breasts tumbled out firm and thrusting. Yates gawked at the large creamy melons and the little soft beige nipples.
"Fantastic," he said. "You could be in pictures, you know? Well, hell, you will be if you win the contest."
That made Wendy smile – even when he reached out and began fondling her breasts. She consoled herself with the thought of being a movie star while Yates hungrily squeezed and caressed her lovely silky tits. He ran his thumbs over her dainty little nipples and stimulated them into stiff erection.
"Dan's not gonna mind meeting you," he chuckled, "not at all."
"You're sure you can get me the whole evening with him?" Wendy said nervously.
"No problem," Yates said, still greedily fondling her warm satiny jugs. "See, he likes a different girl every night, and I line 'em up. I had a hooker scheduled for tomorrow night, but I can bump her and bring you instead. I know Dan won't be disappointed, not when he sees these boobs."
Wendy fought the urge to shrug away from his hot sweaty touch. His crude language and rough pawing turned her off. She steeled herself to be as patient and seductive as possible. Her whole dream of the future depended on this man's whims. If she disappointed him, he could easily go back on their deal.
"Okay," Yates sighed, "let's see the rest of you."
Wendy forced a smile as she stood up and reached for the zipper of her pants. She shrugged out of the tight garment and stood in just a pair of black lace bikini panties. Yates' narrow brown eyes glittered lustily as she slipped her hands inside the panties and slowly lowered them.
Wendy tried to maintain her inviting smile as she tugged the panties down over the pert little globes of her ass and displayed her firm little butt to Yates. Then she turned to face him and slipped the panties down over the pretty little brown curls of her bush. The panties slithered down her long lovely legs, and she kicked them aside.
"Jesus Christ," Yates sighed, "you really are gorgeous, baby. I just hope you fuck as good as you look."
"I don't think you'll be disappointed, Mr. Yates," Wendy managed to reply.
"Hey, call me Ned," he said. "And let's go in the bedroom. I'm getting a hard-on just looking at you."
The bedroom was no more than an uncurtained alcove off the sitting area, and the bedspread was rumpled and smudged with cigar ash. Wendy reluctantly lay down on her back and spread her legs, showing Ned the lush scarlet flesh of her pussy. He eyed her slit ravenously as he undressed.
Wendy watched him take off his clothes, and the sight certainly didn't inspire any arousal. His skin was wormy white, his body bony and nearly hairless. His skinny arms and legs, his narrow chest, and his barroom complexion all turned her off.
Then he was taking off his shorts, and Wendy had her usual fit of curiosity. She was agreeably surprised to find the guy well-hung. Ned sported a thick seven-inch prick that stood straight up, hugging his belly. His balls looked enormous, swollen up taut and rosy below his thin brown bush.
Naked, Ned leered at her as he approached the bed. Wendy was smiling so stiffly that her face ached. She felt a burst of relief when the phone began to ring.
"Aw, shit," Ned muttered.
He trotted over to the table, his big stiff cock wagging lewdly before him, lifted the receiver, and barked, "Yeah? Oh, hi, boss. Yeah. Yeah, I got everything arranged. I'll pick you up at eight. What? Oh, yeah, I got a beauty lined up for you tomorrow night. You're gonna have this one. I'll tell you about her in the morning. Uh, huh, goodnight."
Ned hung up and trotted back toward the bed. "That was your heart throb," he said. "It's all set up for tomorrow – as soon as you pay your dues."
Wendy knew all too well what that meant. She forced another seductive smile and opened her long legs even wider, fully exposing the ripe red flesh of her pussy. Ned eyed the rosy slit and her little fringe of brown curls. He licked his lips and slipped onto the bed. Wendy fought to control her shuddering.
"Baby," Ned chuckled, "you look good enough to eat."
He crawled between her widely stretched legs, and Wendy closed her eyes, bracing herself for the rough invasion of his thick seven-inch dick. But instead of feeling his big hard cock-head pressing against her dry little cunt mouth, she felt a strange tickling sensation against her inner thighs, then a blast of hot moist air.
Astonished, Wendy opened her eyes, looked down, and saw that Ned Yates had his head in her crotch.
"Wh-What?" she gasped.
Yates raised his head and grinned at her. "Hey," he said, "you didn't expect me to just ball you, did you? I'm a gentleman, honey, even if I don't look like one. I'm gonna eat your pussy first."
Wendy flopped back on the pillows, not knowing what to think. She'd heard of oral sex, of course, even sucked a few cocks, but no man had ever gone down on her. She waited, trembling nervously, and then she felt an incredibly delicious sensation radiating from the tender little bud of her clit.
"Oh, my God," she gasped.
Looking down, she saw Ned's thick red tongue working busily on her clit. He used the slick tip of his tongue to lash and tickle and tease the sensitive little red lump, his tongue gleaming and flashing as it moved. Wendy felt her whole body flushing pink with both embarrassment and arousal. The sensation of having her pussy eaten was like nothing she'd ever felt before.
Once her first surprise and shyness had passed, however, she knew she loved what Ned was doing. Her clit was so sensitive and receptive that just the light fluttery motions of his wet hot tongue tip felt fantastically good. Wendy began to relax, her long legs falling open as far as possible, her pussy going swollen and hot and moist.
Ned gradually tongued faster and faster on her hot scarlet joy button, and Wendy began to pant and moan softly. She'd almost always enjoyed fucking, but she hadn't realized that there was an even greater pleasure, the ecstasy of feeling a man's tongue lashing and teasing the sensitive flesh of her pussy. It was the most delicious thing she'd ever felt in her life.