Who’s that Girl? Pt3

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“Eleanor!!”“Yes, Mr Harmon?” responded the slightly tinny voice through the intercom.“Can you bring in the guestlist for Saturday Night,” he released the speak button and knew once again that his ‘please’ hadn’t been transmitted.“As you wish, Mr Harmon,” she responded with her standard refrain and within a minute she knocked on the door and entered.Chris Harmon, founder, CEO and the continued driving force behind the Perfect Harmony Record Label looked up at his personal assistant as she stepped into the room carrying a single sheet of paper. Once again he wondered at the efficiency of the thirty-year-old woman, knowing that most of the last minute would have been taken up with printing out the guest list than actually finding it. The truth was initially the (now) indispensable Miss Jones had been originally a stop-gap who’d he’d picked as much for her ‘plainness’ as for her work.His head was still suffering the after-effects of Saturday; he had truly ‘burnt the candle at both ends” and then some but it had been the annual New Year’s bash and within the record industry his party had become somewhat legendary, at least to those who were privileged enough to be invited. Without a doubt, it earned his small label a good deal of influence and kudos beyond its paper-value. The fact was that his upcoming birthday had played quite a large factor; a psycho-analysts wet dream of denial!Eleanor made her way around her boss’s desk and handed him the print-out. She studied the fifty-nine-year-old man, noting that this was probably the worst he had ever looked in the New Year. Although in the past ten years of working for the company, the last five directly for him, he had only once failed to make it in and had only actually communicated in the late afternoon.Chris looked at the list before him and scratched his head before turning to Eleanor. She was dressed as always in a long pleated skirt, blouse and short neck-tie and a knitted cardigan. The only jewellery she ever wore was a simple gold chain that hung around her neck atop her blouse with a pendant that dropped out rarely from beneath her cardigans. A small smile played across his lips at how incongruous her outfit was compared to their clientele (male and female) who had visited sometimes wearing almost less clothing than was in her neck-tie. “This isn’t the list?” he asked somewhat surprised.“It is Mr Harmon,” she replied and twisted the list towards her checking it again; “The Dorchester media junket on Saturday for the release of the Little Miss album!”He laughed earning a momentary smile from his assistant, “Yes, that it is… I wanted the guestlist for Saturday… gone. The New Year’s party!”“Oh,” she responded, “I’ll get that for you right away!”“Hold on,” Chris stopped her, “Just bring it up on my terminal, please Eleanor… save the planet, hey?”She paused and turned back moving around behind the desk as he slid back to make room. She grasped the mouse and within seconds had opened the correct file. “Here you are, Mr Harmon.”He looked at the screen, “There’s hundreds of names here!” he stated.“Yes, three-hundred-and-fifty-six if I remember correctly, sir.”He had no doubt that his assistant did remember correctly, “Is there the VIP list available?”She smiled, “There all VIP’s of course,” he nodded in agreement as it was standard practice in the industry to call all the clients VIP’s especially on any invitations. She scrolled down the list showing the last fifty or so high-lighted in red; “But these are the VIPs!”“Ahh… yes, that I can work with” he answered as she stepped away and he slid back to examine the list more closely.“Is there anything in particular I can help you with Mr Harmon?” she asked.He looked up at his assistant gaining a hint of her Jasmine perfume. “Err… no this will be fine, thank you Eleanor.”“As you wish, sir” she replied and walked away heading for the door. Chris watched her go and once again thanked his wisdom in employing the woman. She was certainly expert at her job but also slightly dowdy which given his previous assistants was a bonus especially as the last one had been the cause of his divorce to his second wife. His third was far more understanding of the world he lived in and indeed was happy to share but all the same that might change even with what he had been told was a ‘cast-iron’ pre-nuptial agreement if he played away without her.He watched as Eleanor closed the door and felt his cock twitch as he returned to the list. “Now who are you?” he asked the screen.****The Perfect Harmony New Year’s bash was standard fare for the record industry. Even the ‘real’ VIP after party was the equal of many others. What was legendary was the very select after-after party that took place back at Chris Harmon’s mansion just outside of London that was purely by personal invite only!The after-party of course had all the alcohol and the best drugs that money could buy. Lots of nefarious activities took place to encourage the clients and their agents to remain while also trying to poach new revenue producing streams. Fairly standard procedure throughout the record industry Fatih escort bayan and was the primary cause of the ebb and flow of clients from one label to another and back again. The VIPs had a hell of a lot of fun away from the eyes of the paparazzi but the primary targets were always the agents who essentially held the power of where their artists would be employed and most kinks were supplied purely for them.But Chris’s own party which often started at around 4am with a fleet of limousines ferrying the chosen few down to his country estate was purely for those he liked and wanted and would never, ever consider changing labels. It meant that the core of his ‘stable of talent’ was the most loyal within the industry and very few knew why.In amongst the group who always attended was Rick Anson who was strictly a direct competitor and at times the two of them were utterly cut-throat when it came to poach from others but had a détente between themselves. It had been seven years since he had first attended; effectively gate crashing (having heard rumours) as Joanne G’s plus-one and hadn’t looked back. One of the very few who made his own way there, often ducking out of his own parties and flying down in his helicopter.Last year Chris had arrived, noted the red insignia on the machine sitting in front of his house and strolled in with a guitarist and his latest partner to find Rick fucking his wife, Tamara over his grand piano as she was eating out Rick’s latest protégé.Tommy DeShort, who was happily watching commented “That’s no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!”“Oh I don’t know” he replied and struck Tamara sharply across the hip gaining a loud deep groan from her and a complimentary squeak from the 22 year old Alicia, “could be an interesting orchestra!”On average roughly fifty or so attended, a literal ‘hard-core’ group of thirty who rarely failed to attend and another sixty whose commitments were less accommodating and tended to appear every other year. Of course Chris always tried to introduce a little ‘new-blood’ each year and spent quite a bit of time during the previous year with a ‘scouting’ eye just for this occasion.His party was always second to none! Sometimes they ended up as mass orgies, sometimes an effective carousel as people moved about the various rooms and gardens of the estate. Everybody who attended was world renowned within the industry and the majority household names with the exception of himself he could admit and the four hand-picked attendants; two doubled as security and two doubled as medical care. They were paid very well with the only caveat being that they remained sober of alcohol and drugs but were welcome to join the rest of the festivities as they wished. That Chris had picked two extremely attractive, athletic couples with no sexual inhibitions worth mentioning was purely coincidental.This year’s party had turned into something special when he’d followed Tamara’s advice and held a fancy dress/masked event. What few, if any inhibitions that had been present before evaporated as all these famous people literally revelled in their temporary anonymity. Of course some were easier to spot than others and it surprised no-one that Rick was dressed as an air stewardess from his own airline and his wife as a pilot. Joanne G was dressed in one of her outlandish costumes worthy of the red carpet and shortly after arriving pulled one tie and it fell away to reveal her fully painted, nude body depicting a pin-stripe gentleman’s suit.Chris and Tamara after receiving their guests had disappeared to change into their own costumes which they had mutually decided to keep secret from one another. He knew that his wife would have obscured her tattoo of a dolphin on the inside of her upper thigh as he had obscured his Irish Tricolour on his upper arm. Almost fifteen hours after the festivities had begun he still wasn’t sure whether he had fucked or licked or even possibly been fucked (there was at least two strap-on wearing females wandering around) by his wife as he lay exhausted on a lounger beside the indoor swimming pool as Bruce ate out a ‘newbie’ he didn’t recognise on the lounger beside him.That was when his problem appeared!   ****He sat in his office his cock swelling at the thought of his final fuck of the party. Struggling to concentrate he deleted all of those on the list before him not within the VIP group and then methodically worked his way down the list of those he definitely knew hadn’t been invited. The next to go were the men although he did leave three that simply had plus-ones tagged beside them and Gerry Newman whose wife Giselle who he was sure (although he also knew his recollection of how she was dressed at the party was hazy) was of the right build.He left Joanna G on the list as he had seen her change at least once again when her body paint had got so smeared you could tell the half dozen men and women she had been with by the grey and black smears adorning their bodies and she could have easily changed again but he didn’t really see her being so intimate Escort Fındıkzade and; he struggled for the right word as he thought about it. Personal! The devil outfit of his mysterious final partner definitely suited her impish personality though.He looked at the remaining twenty four couples and then studied each one in turn. Seven he had played with before and he crossed them off without a second thought. He laughed as he really wondered if a person could recognise a pussy from the way it had been when it descended onto his revitalised cock.   ****He sat back watching Bruce eat out the woman beside him as she writhed and squirmed on the lounger. She had orgasmed twice already and knowing Bruce’s skills and hunger for pussy knew that she was going to be absolutely drained by the time he had finished. He had boasted before that his personal best was seventy eight minutes and he was always aiming to break it. Chris reckoned the young woman wouldn’t last as the world renowned rock star had only been between her thighs for five or six minutes so far.He smiled as he watched the young woman tighten her jaw and inhale deeply through her nose as the tendons on her neck began to stand out and a blush began to blossom above her small breasts topped with equally small but rock hard nipples. A stifled moan began to emanate from behind her pursed lips when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.The pool was lit brightly at the moment as dusk began to fall outside and the lighting within tended to bleach any colours present. He focused on the steel ladder that was just a few feet from his position as it dropped into the gently rippling water. A line of red moved around the tubular hand rail as someone approached him from behind. All at once the click-clack of heels sounded as the person stepped from the plush deep-pile carpet onto the tiles surrounding the pool.Bruce even took a moment his head popping up from between his partner’s thighs to look past Chris at the mystery behind him. His eyes sparkled as he let them drop downwards before two sets of nails dug sharply into his scalp and pulled his mouth back onto the soaking quim before him. A loud sigh proved that his agile tongue was back at work yet his eyes still feasted on the wearer of the approaching heels.The sound echoed around the room and it seemed an age to Chris before the wearer stepped past him and looked down at the writhing woman. He looked at the woman standing before him with her back towards him. Red four inch stilettoes with steel tipped heels supported a pair of taut calves covered in fishnet stockings; the seam running up the back impeccably straight to an ass bisected with a matching red thong exposing a pair of perfectly formed cheeks. His eyes roved upwards across the lattice work of laces holding a corset in place cinched tightly around the waist. Long black hair dropped halfway down the woman’s back before she leant forward and shiny black nailed fingers reached out and sharply pinched the woman’s nipple before her.A loud cry of ecstasy rebounded of the walls and windows of the pool room as her back arched of the lounger and her thighs clamped around Bruce’s head as her heels beat a tattoo upon his lower back. Chris could hear him briefly splutter and then groan into the woman’s pussy as he imagined her juices squirting out flooding his mouth. He could see the other man’s erection twitch beneath him as his hands struggled to hold the woman thrashing and bucking against his face.Chris’s own cock twitched and swelled as the red clad woman stretched and released the nipple and twisted about to face him. For a moment he was surprised to see the ornate devil mask obscuring the upper part of her face; the eyes seemed almost black within the eyeholes as she rested her right hand upon his shoulder. She leaned closer seemingly done with Bruce and his partner who was groaning and panting behind her as fresh orgasmic waves ran through her frame.Her lips moved closer to his ear and he could smell a hint of her perfume mixed with the strong aroma of pussy juice that had erupted behind them. “Well, Chris, are you all done for the day?” she whispered as he felt a nail slide along the underside of his soft but swelling shaft.Without waiting for an answer she straightened up and walked back the way she had come.“Fuck no…” he breathed and rolled off the lounger grinning down at Bruce who only had eyes for the departing derriere no matter what his tongue was doing.Chris stared at the retreating figure, his feet following under the direction of his cock as he tried to fathom who this woman was. He couldn’t remember anyone having been dressed like her over the last few hours and he was pretty sure at one point or another he had seen all his guests in various computations. He watched her ass roll as she walked with a surety on those heels and a determination where she was going and that he’d be following.Not once did she look back even as she ascended the wide staircase only briefly glancing down as Andrew Peter was being deep Gaziosmanpaşa escort bayan throated by the male security attendant. He shared a grin with the pop-star as he grabbed the man’s head and thrust his sizable cock hard into the back of his throat.The mystery woman turned right at the top of the stairs and strode purposefully towards the master bedroom. “Who are you?” he whispered to himself as he stepped into the room to find her standing beside the bed with her arms folded. She simply nodded towards the bed and he obeyed without question climbing onto it and lying down on his back. He didn’t understand why but he wasn’t surprised when she leant down and lifted up the strap that was attached beneath and he offered his hand for her to secure his wrist with the Velcro cuff. He shook his head wondering who he was letting do this as she moved around fastening both ankles and finally his left wrist.His cock was now fully hard and erect as she returned to the foot of the bed. “Who are you?” he asked hoarsely with a dry mouth.She crawled onto the bed and over him till her masked face was just above his. “Do you care?” she whispered.“Yes” he nodded.“Tough!” she laughed, “You’re mine tonight!”He gasped loudly as a set of nails was raked down his chest catching his nipple in the process. His cock quivered as the nails move lower and she straightened up looking down at his engorged cock. He stared up at her trying to glimpse any familiarity from the lower part of her face and then groaned loudly as her nails bypassed his member and squeezed his balls tightly. “Ohhh fuck!”His head dropped back onto the fine cotton sheets as her other encircled his length and slowly twisted back and forth as the grip on his testes softened. He could hear his heart beating loudly within his chest as he succumbed to the sensations. “Oh mother of God!” he murmured as his cock head was engulfed by the woman’s hot wet mouth.A nail scratched down his taint as she sucked powerfully on his glans and he was amazed as he felt his balls tighten even though he’d lost count of the number of times he’d already ejaculated during the last few hours. The woman in red felt his balls tighten and popped his cock from her mouth, “Oh no you don’t” she stated and gripped the base of his cock tightly as it jerked in her hand. Chris groaned deeply as a single clear drop of pre-cum seeped from the eye of his glans; a second loud groan escaped his lips as the woman’s tongue carefully scooped it up.He lifted his head to look down his body and watched as she smeared the single tear of his orgasm across her lips. She laughed and from somewhere within her costume lifted out a length of leather strap which he recognised immediately as an Arab strap. She secured the base of his cock expertly making sure an attached rippled fob was positioned just right; she kept her eyes fixed on his as her mouth returned to his aching member and slowly descended till his cock head nestled into the back of her throat.She hummed happily as he felt her sharp nail tease his pucker and slowly pressing harder gradually worm its way into his ass. He let his head fall back and stared up at the ceiling and surrendered to the sweet torture this stranger was performing on him. He had no idea how long she would make him suffer and suddenly found himself thinking ‘the longer the better!’Down the years he’d happily ceded control to two lovers, Tamara being one and hence the straps attached to their bed but never had he felt so at the mercy of another. No ‘safe’ word discussed and no names either; yet this woman had acted like she owned him from the very first moment she whispered in his ear. He pushed back against her finger as it began to slide in and out of his ass in unison with her mouth bobbing up and down his shaft. It seemed she had owned him even before he heard the click-clack of her heels striding across the tiled floor of the pool room.   ****He sat in his office chair surveying the list he had whittled down to five possibilities; his cock was hard and swollen in his trousers as he remembered the woman and what she had done to him. He glanced about unnecessarily and reached down below the desk and squeezed his shaft. “Damn, blue steel” he commented to no-one and silently within his head wondered when the last time he’d got such an erection without the aid of the little blue pill.He clicked on the intercom, “Yes, Mr Harmon?”“Eleanor, can you find out for me if Joanna G. is still in town, please?” he asked simply picking the first name on the list.“Certainly Sir” she replied instantly. He wondered if he heard a smile in her voice that for once his ‘please’ wasn’t cut off halfway by his finger lifting. By the time he had saved the edited list and moved it into his personal files the intercom beeped.“Yes, Eleanor?”“Miss G. is still at the Ritz till Thursday, Sir, do you want me to place a call for you?” she replied.“Please do, Eleanor” he answered simply and within five seconds he was talking to the pop-star’s personal assistant.   ****Again and again he pulled against the restraints as this woman in red had brought him to the edge with her mouth and hands. When she finally allowed him to ‘get-off’ the Arab strap was still in place and the sensations were all the more intense as his engorged throbbing shaft flexed and twitched as his depleted balls tried vainly to expel what remaining seed was there up and out of his cock.

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