“Dinner’s ready, everyone,” Carolyn calls into the living room. Carl still has his arms around Susan and Tracy while they are all laughing at something Earl is saying. Susan sits between Carl and Earl on one side of the table, Denise takes the end and I’m sandwiched between Carolyn and Tracy on the other side. Everyone readily digs into the food, engaging in non-intimate small talk between bites.
“How did you guys meet?” Denise asks as she swallows a bite of bread.
“We met at the mall,” Carolyn answers without letting on that we fucked in the parking lot as soon as we met. Carolyn thinks she just impulsively came onto me but in reality she was under the influence of the transmitter.
“Carolyn works in the department store,” I add, making it sound like that’s where we met.
“Denise wants to be a model,” Carolyn tells us, intentionally changing the subject.
“Really?” Tracy asks. “Do you have a portfolio?”
“Sure. Why?” Denise answers.
“Tracy works for Harrison & Associates,” I answer. “They specialize…” Denise cuts me off mid-sentence.
“I know who they are,” she says excitedly. “Ohmygod! You really work there?” she asks Tracy.
“Yes,” Tracy smiles. “Nick’s dad is Daryl Harrison.
“Wow! Really?” Denise smiles at me like it’s Christmas morning and I just became her favorite present. Who knew dad’s reputation was so widespread or so helpful? I just stare at her beautiful smiling face.
“Can I see your portfolio?” Tracy asks.
“I have one in the car.” Denise jumps up from the table, dropping her napkin on her plate. It’s the first time I’ve seen her standing up and she’s every bit as desirous as I imagined. Her short denim skirt fits snugly against her round ass cheeks and her grapefruit-sized tits bounce appreciably as she runs out of the room.
“Nick, I didn’t know you were connected to a modeling agency,” Carolyn says.
“That explains a lot,” Carl smiles, looking from Susan to Tracy.
“Tracy is the first woman you’ve seen me with who’s connected with the agency,” I say defensively.
“Are you disappointed I’m not a supermodel, Carl?” Susan teases.
“Not at all!” he exclaims, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek. I watch Susan slip one hand under the table as she smiles at Carl.
Denise rushes in with a large portfolio and sets it in front of Tracy. Thumbing casually through the pictures, Tracy is nodding and smiling as she appraises Denise’s portfolio.
Carl is smiling and squirming in his seat as my sister turns her attention to Earl. Her other hand disappears below the table as she leans over and whispers something in his ear. From the smiles on the brother’s faces I can imagine what my sister is doing with her hands.
“No nudes?” Tracy asks suddenly, snapping my attention back to Denise.
“N-no,” Denise stammers.
“Who took these?” Tracy asks, flipping back through the pictures. “They’re awfully good.”
“Carl took them,” Carolyn says. “He has his own photography business. That’s how he and Denise… um.” I smile at Carl who has his arm around Susan and is rocking in his chair. So he hooked up with his sister-in-law when he was taking pictures for her portfolio? Interesting.
“We don’t usually consider models unless they submit nudes,” Tracy says matter-of-factly. “Do you object to posing nude?”
“Well, I guess not,” Denise glances at her husband as she answers. Earl is barely paying attention and he just smiles back with a kind of lopsided grin. “I didn’t know they were that important.” Denise adds, turning back towards Tracy.
“Well we can do without pictures if we have access to the live model,” Tracy says, her eyes traveling up and down Denise’s body. “You can just show me what you’ve got.” Tracy stands up and leads Denise away from the table.
“You mean now?” Denise asks, looking back at the faces around the table.
“Why not?” Tracy asks. “If you get a modeling job you’ll be flaunting yourself in front of more people than this,” she informs her.
“It’s okay, babe,” Earl says encouragingly, as he nuzzles his face against Susan’s neck.
“Let’s go into the living room,” Tracy says. “You can enter from the kitchen and pretend this pathway here is your runway.” Tracy points to a path from the kitchen to the living room.
“I don’t know,” Denise says, looking at Carolyn imploringly.
“It’s up to you, honey,” Carolyn says. “I’m going to be naked sometime tonight. I don’t mind joining you if it’ll make you feel more comfortable.”
“I will, too!” Susan says, standing up and pulling her blouse out of her skirt.
“Wait! Wait!” Denise shouts, raising her hand. “Let’s not all get naked just yet. I need to think about this.”
“Why doesn’t everyone go into the living room and give Denise a chance to think this through,” I suggest, pulling the transmitter out of my pocket. Standing up, I start ushering everyone out of the room while putting the earbuds in my ears. Susan starts unbuttoning her blouse as she leads Carl and Earl into the living room.
When the others are gone, I dial in Denise’s frequency and press the button. Kneeling next to her chair, I speak softly so she’s the only one who can hear.
“Denise, you will have zero inhibitions about getting naked around any of the people in this house. Tonight only, you will welcome all sexual advances; black or white, male or female and have the most explosive orgasms of your life. When this is over, you will always welcome a foursome with Carl, Earl and Carolyn.” I push the button and join the others in the living room, taking a big overstuffed chair next to the couch.
Susan, having shed her blouse and bra, is sitting on the couch between Carl and Earl. I watch her put her arms around their necks and pull them down towards her hefty tits. As they each suck a nipple into their mouths, Denise enters the living room and does a slow striptease in front of them. Susan leans her head back, mildly shuddering as the two large black men suck on her taut nipples.
Carolyn slides onto my lap just as Denise drops her blouse to the floor. Tracy stands to the side, appraising Denise’s moves as I wrap my arms around Carolyn and start undoing the buttons on her top. Keeping my eyes on Denise’s light pink satin bra, I undress Carolyn like a blind man reading Braille.