"No," Wendy said, "I have a date."
Mandy laughed unbelievably. "A date? The night before the finals? Wow, you really must be confident, Wendy."
"Not that confident," Wendy sighed. "Well, see you tomorrow."
She knew she should have added "good luck," but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. She really didn't wish luck to anyone but herself. She went back to her hotel, washed out her dancing costume and carefully hung it up to dry. Then it was time to dress for her meeting with Dan Taylor.
Wendy decided to take Ned's advice and wear her skin-tight black pants and her little black halter. She brushed her lovely long brown hair till it gleamed. She put on only, a minimum of make-up, just a little mascara and lip gloss, knowing that a man of the world like Taylor would be impressed with a simple country girl.
Then she waited.
Her palms began, to sweat as she wondered if Ned would really come for her. He could so easily go back on the deal, since he'd already gotten what he wanted. And Dan Taylor really was a very busy and important man. He might have refused a meeting, saying he didn't have time. So many things could go wrong.
Nine o'clock came and passed, but just when Wendy was getting frantic, the doorbell rang and there was Ned Yates. He was chewing his smelly old cigar stub and was just as ugly as ever, but at least he was there. He grinned at Wendy, showing his crooked yellow teeth.
"Hello there, doll," he said. "You ready to go meet the big man?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Yates," Wendy gushed.
"Just call me Ned," he said. "Let's go. He's expecting you at ten."
Wendy's heart hammered as Ned drove her over to the luxury hotel where Dan Taylor was staying.
Her whole future was on the line tonight. If she won the Miss North America title, she'd have fulfilled all her dreams. And if she lost… Well, she wasn't going to think about that right now. She'd think only about Dan Taylor. She'd have to charm him right out of his socks if she wanted that title.
Taylor was staying in the penthouse suite, and Ned had to lead Wendy through several connecting rooms before they found the TV star seated by a fireplace and talking to another man. Wendy felt breathless at seeing Taylor for the first time in person.
Dan Taylor must have been in his mid-forties, but he looked younger. Over six feet tall, ruggedly handsome, broad-shouldered, he had thick blond hair with just a few streaks of white. He looked even more exciting than he did on television.
The man talking with him didn't interest Wendy in the least. He was short, swarthy and plump, and he'd lost most of his hair. He was neatly and expensively dressed, but he was hardly good-looking. At least, unlike Ned, he smoked an entire fresh cigar, not just a stub.
"Here she is, boss," Ned Yates said. "Miss Wendy Evans, I'd like you to meet Dan Taylor."
"How do you do, Mr. Taylor," Wendy said, hardly able to get the words out.
Dan Taylor nodded but didn't stand up. "Hello there, Wendy," he drawled. "I'd like you to meet my agent, Marty Green."
"Hello, Mr. Green," Wendy said politely to the little plump man.
"Hello yourself, kiddo," Marty Green said with a grin.
"Well, Wendy," Dan Taylor said, quickly taking in her tall stunning figure, "Ned tells me you want to win that title pretty bad tomorrow."
Wendy was relieved that Taylor had gotten right to the point. "That's right, Mr. Taylor," she said, giving him her best smile. "It means everything in the world to me, and I'd do anything to get it."
The men exchanged quick grins, and Dan Taylor said, "All right, honey, why don't you just step over here and show us what you've got. Take off those clothes and let us get a look at you."
Wendy reddened. "You-you mean in front of all of you?" she stammered.
"Now, honey," Dan Taylor said, "if you wanta play with game, you gotta pay the price. Ain't that right, Marty? Ned?"
"Yes, boss," the gofer and agent said in unison. "Now, see, everybody agrees with me," Dan chuckled, "so you just get on over here, sweetheart, and show us that body. Then we'll decide if we can do business."
Wendy took a deep breath and walked over in front of the men, telling herself – hardly for the first time – that she could endure anything, do anything, to get the national title. Marty Green and Dan Taylor was seated on the couch, and Ned Yates took a chair close by them. Wendy's audience was grinning and ready.
Wendy stood before them and untied her little black halter with trembling hands. She recalled her last night with Senator Horn and his friend Nels Anderson, and how embarrassed she'd been to fuck one man while another watched. Surely Dan Taylor wouldn't do a thing like that. Surely he only wanted to show her off to his buddies before taking her to bed.
Wendy dropped her halter-top to the floor and revealed the huge creamy melons of her tits. The little light brown nipples danced as her large firm jugs bounced into their natural thrust. The men gawked, three pairs of eyes focused hotly on her naked boobs.
"Jesus H. Christ," Marty Green wheezed. "I never saw a bigger pair."
"Boy, you just ain't been around," Dan chuckled. "I seen bigger than that. But these are mighty pretty."
"I'll say," Ned sighed.
Wendy was smiling calmly, enticingly, but the smile was frozen on her face. She didn't like the scene at all. She felt like an animal in the zoo, helplessly ogled by every passerby. Why did Dan have to put her on display like this? Why couldn't the two of them be alone together? Then she could really show him a thing or two.
"Okay, honey, take off those pants," Dan said.
Wendy quickly skinned out of her tight black pants and stood before the leering, grinning men in just her skimpy black lace bikini panties. She paraded around a little, like she'd been taught to do for bathing suit exhibitions, and the men ginned ever wider as they watched her big ripe tits wobble and bounce. Wendy was glad that she didn't blush much any more.
"Okay, now the panties," Dan said eagerly.
Wendy decided to make a little show of it. She turned her back to the leering men and slowly inched her little black lace panties down over the lovely firm rounds of her ass. She showed them her delectable bare butt for a moment, then let the panties slither down her long lovely legs. She stepped out of them and turned to face the men, showing them the sweet little brown triangle of her bush.
For a long moment the men were silent, eyes locked hungrily on her glossy little muff. Then Marty Green let out a low whistle.
"Nice," he sighed. "Very very nice."
Dan Taylor nodded approvingly. "You did real well, Ned," he told his gofer. "She's a first-class fuck." He was unable to take his eyes off the curly pout of Wendy's bush.
Dan cleared his throat and said, "Show us a little slit, honey. Just bend forward a little and open your legs."
Wendy felt suddenly furious. She didn't like having to put on an obscene show for these men. But what choice did she have? It was the only possible way she could win the contest. Reluctantly she spread her legs and thrust her belly forward, showing her grinning audience the ripe red flesh of her pussy.
"Oh, Christ," Marty sighed, "I don't know if my heart can take this."
Dan chuckled and said, "Have another drink, Marty. You'll survive. Wendy, turn around and show us some pussy from behind."
At least he'd remembered her name. That was Wendy's only consolation as she turned her back on the men, bent low forward, and showed them the whole lush expanse of her naked scarlet gash. She heard loud heavy breathing, then Dan Taylor chuckling with satisfaction.
"You ball her, Ned?" the star asked. "Hell, of course you did. How was she?"
"Fantastic," Ned sighed. "Best piece of tail I ever had."
"Well, we'll see about that," Dan said. "Turn around, honey."
Wendy turned, hardly able to maintain her frozen smile. She was getting damned tired of being treated like a plaything, a creature with no feelings. She'd stripped for Dan's buddies, showed them all her pussy, degraded herself thoroughly. What more could he possibly want?