Wendy Pt. 06

"These are going to be some of the hottest photos I've ever taken," Clara said, clearly pleased.

"I like this kind of modeling," Mary said, laughing.

Rodney began dismantling the lights and Wendy took Clara's hand, drawing her onto the bed.

"Now it's our turn," she said as she climbed on top of Clara and planted her dripping pussy on her mouth while lowering her own face to Clara's juicy pussy.

Wendy was lost in Clara's pussy, her juices flowing like a fountain, when she felt two large hands on her ass cheeks prying them apart, followed by what she realized was the head of Rodney's cock pressing against her rosebud.

"Oh, god," she groaned as he began to press it into her ass, Clara continuing to eat her pussy.

"I wanted to fuck your ass the other night, but things just didn't work out," Rodney said when he succeeded in burying his entire cock deep in her ass. "Your pussy was hot and I just knew that your ass would be, too," he said as he began to fuck her.

It seemed to go on forever, Rodney's cock pounding in and out of her ass while Clara ate her, orgasm after orgasm tearing through her body, wracking her with spasms as she seemed to cum continuously. Then she felt his cock grow even larger inside of her, then begin to pulse, and she realized that he was cumming inside of her. She rolled off of Clara when she felt his cock finally slide from her ass, exhausted from cumming so much. She staggered to the shower to clean herself with Rodney following, bending over to let him fuck her pussy from behind once they were both clean, kneeling in front of him to suck him off when he was ready to cum, gulping down his load.

"Nice shower," Rodney said as he helped her to her feet when she had finished sucking him off.

"I'd shower more often if it was like this," Wendy said, laughing as she tossed him a towel.

They found Clara with Mary and Monique in the kitchen.

"I can probably have the photos ready for you tomorrow," Clara said.

"I've got a date tomorrow night," Mary said.

"Me, too," Monique added.

"And I have plans tomorrow night," Wendy said. "How about the day after?"

"That's even better," Clara said. "I won't have to rush. Same time?"

"That'll be perfect," Wendy replied.

Wendy began amending her copy of the properties booklet the next day, adding the relevant information about department sizes, turnover, heads of departments, revenues, and net profits of each of the properties that she examined. She realized that Jonathan's suggestion was a really good one, for she started to have a feel for how the individual properties operated. She could see after just a few properties that there was a great deal of difference in turnover rates of employees and marked the ones with higher numbers for further study.

Meeting Trevor and Grant for dinner at Moulin Rouge again, she opted to wear her white miniskirt and a gauzy white blouse that did little to nothing to hide her breasts, her large pale nipples poking rock-hard against the material. After enjoying a dinner of jumbo shrimp scampi, Caesar salad, broiled monkfish with haricot verts, and lime sorbet, accompanied by a delicious 2018 Domaine Paul & Marie Jacquesson, Rully 1er Cru Grésigny white burgundy, she was more than ready to accompany them upstairs, leaving several hours later on unsteady legs after draining both men completely. She was in the shower when Mary showed up, stripping and joining her.

"God, I really love the dating website," Mary said as they soaped each other.

"Me, too," Wendy agreed with a sigh. "It's interesting how all of the sexual tension is removed when everyone knows that they're going to end up in bed together before it's all over. The conversation seems to flow much easier."

"I'm not so big on the conversation part," Mary laughed. "A drink is nice, but then I just want cock. How was it with your two guys this time?"

"Just wonderful," Wendy said with a laugh. "They both love long, deep kissing and sucking on my nipples, not to mention eating my pussy. But watching them suck each other off is really hot, especially one of them, Trevor. He has a beard and moustache and it just looks so...nasty seeing him with a cock in his mouth. I actually came watching him hold Grant's cock so that it came on his tongue and in his mouth after he fucked me. I don't understand why people consider it wrong. Why should it only be okay for women to suck cocks?"

"People consider what we do together wrong, too," Mary pointed out. "Not that what anyone thinks is ever going to get in my way."

"Each to their own, I suppose," Wendy said.

They finished showering, then dried off and climbed into Wendy's bed, which is where Monique found them in a 69 when she arrived 30 minutes later, joining them.

Wendy was working on her properties binder the next morning when she noticed through the glass wall as two uniformed police approach the reception desk. Going to see what was happening, she saw that Monique's face was drained of color.

"What's going on?" Wendy asked.

"They...they say that they found my mother in an alley last night," Monique replied, tears coursing down her cheeks. "They...they want me to come identify her body."

"Oh, god, Monique!" Wendy gasped. "That...that's just terrible!"

"I don't know what to do," Monique said.

"Let me call Irma and I'll go with you," Wendy said, picking up a phone. "One moment, please," she said when she hung up, quickly going into Jonathan's office to apprise him of what was happening, then leaving with Monique and the two officers.

When Irma arrived at the reception area, she knocked on Jonathan's office door, then entered to let him know that she was there and would be at the reception desk.

"Thank you," Jonathan said, his voice tailing off as he looked at her.

"Is there a problem?" Irma asked, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"No, no," Jonathan said, recovering. "I was just...you look very nice."

"Thank you," Irma said. "I was told that you preferred this type of attire in the executive area," she said, her small, dark nipples hard and pressing out against the material of her light-green blouse, her huge breasts unencumbered by a bra, "and HR says that there is no dress code."

"There isn't and I appreciate it that you're able to help us out today," Jonathan said.

"Would it be impertinent of me to ask why you want your staff to dress so provocatively?" Irma asked.

"I appreciate the beauty of women," Jonathan replied. "It never fails to inspire me."

"But you're married," Irma said. "I saw your wife at the holiday party. She's incredibly beautiful. Doesn't she mind?"

"Let's ask her," Jonathan said with a smile. "Come take a seat," said as he picked up the phone and dialed, then activated the speaker and replaced the handset in the cradle.

"Yes, dear?" Vera's voice came over the speaker as Irma took a seat.

Jonathan quickly filled her in on what had happened with Monique.

"Oh, that's just terrible," Vera said. "Such a sweet girl. I'm sure that she's just devastated."

"Wendy went with her," Jonathan explained. "Luckily for us, they've cross-trained someone to be able to fill in at reception. Perhaps you remember her, Irma, from accounting."

"She's impossible to forget," Vera laughed. "Such a beautiful smile and those magnificent breasts!"

"She's sitting with me now and you're on speakerphone," Jonathan advised.

"Oh, my, I hope that I haven't said anything injudicious," Vera laughed.

"She honored my peculiarity with respect to how I enjoy seeing the women dress," Jonathan said, "but wondered how my wife felt about it, so I thought that I'd let her hear it from you."

"Oh, you must be enjoying yourself," Vera laughed. "Those magnificent breasts without a bra?"

"They are nothing short of spectacular," Jonathan said, smiling as Irma blushed.

"Irma, don't you worry about me," Vera said, laughing. "One of the reasons that I married Jonathan was because he's so full of lust. If he is happier at work with his staff running around half naked, then I'm happy, too. Whatever frustrations he doesn't take care of at the office, I'm more than happy to be the recipient of when he gets home, if for no other reason than to remind him of why he picked me to be his wife. There's more than enough of him to go around."

"I confess that I'm amazed to hear you say that," Irma said.

"They say that opposites attract," Vera said. "In our case, Jonathan and I, we're two sides of the same coin. We understand each other, and even more importantly, we accept each other for what we are, even celebrate it. So you dress as hot and provocatively as you can. It can only brighten my day."

"I-I will," Irma stammered. "And thank you."

"Hopefully, we'll get the chance to sit down together someday and get to know each other better," Vera said. "I like to know the people that he spends his time with."

"I'd like that very much," Irma said.

"Anything else, dear?" Vera asked.

"That pretty much covered it," Jonathan replied.

"Well, give my best to Monique when you see her," Vera said. "And it sounds like you're in good hands with Irma. I'll see you when you get home."

"Is your question answered?" Jonathan asked when the call ended, smiling.

"Yes," Irma replied. "She's quite extraordinary, isn't she?"

"And then some," Jonathan laughed.

"I should go to reception," she said. "Is there anything I can get you, or do for you?" she asked.

"A coffee would be nice," Jonathan replied.

"Double espresso, black, no sugar," Irma said as she got to her feet. "Monique told me everyone's drink preference."

Jonathan watched her walk away, her short miniskirt only coming down to the crease of her legs and ass, riding up a couple of inches onto her big ass each step she took, revealing her fat, clamshell pussy between her thighs. Sighing, he adjusted his cock in his trousers.

Wendy had insisted that Monique take the rest of the day off after they left the morgue where she had identified her mother's body. Wendy had been shocked at how emaciated she had been, all skin and bones, like someone in a German WWII concentration camp photo that she had once seen. She had taken her home and held her, letting her cry herself out as she expressed feelings of guilt and remorse for not having been a good enough daughter to help her.

"But I'm actually happy for her," Monique said, sniffling and wiping her eyes as she sat up on the sofa next to Wendy in the living room. "She's not in any pain anymore. She's not suffering. Her life was nothing but shit."

"Would you like me to help you make funeral arrangements?" Wendy asked.

"No," Monique replied. "I don't care what they do with her now. She's dead. That's just her body. They can throw it in the river for all I care. I know that it sounds terrible, but suddenly I feel free."

"I think that I do understand," Wendy said. "I'm...happy for you, but at the same time, it's all just so sad."

"Life sucks, then you die," Monique said. "I'll be fine. Thanks for being with me. It really helped. I've never had a friend like you or Mary."

"Neither have I," Wendy said. "Maybe that's why the three of us found each other."

"That works for me," Monique said, smiling tremulously.

"Shall we get some lunch?" Wendy suggested.

"Yeah, I'm starved all of a sudden," Monique agreed.

"What do you want to eat?" Wendy asked.

"Junk food," Monique replied, then laughed. "But not Chick-fil-A!"

"Then where?" Wendy asked.

"Popeyes," Monique replied. "They're the best junk food. I tried to get a job with them a couple of times. They treat their people good and they don't quit so often."

Wendy was surprised at how delicious her fish sandwich was, while Monique devoured a chicken sandwich. Afterwards, they wandered aimlessly, Monique telling her things that she remembered about her mother, very few of which had any positivity to them. It must have been cathartic, because by the time they got back home, Monique was almost her old self again.

"Thanks, but I'm fine," Monique said to Mary when she got home from work and told her how sorry she was to hear what had happened. "It's not like we were close or anything. I had to escape from her to stay alive, remember."

"Still, I know how it feels," Mary said. "You don't care, but deep down inside of you, a little part of you does."

"You and Wendy are all I need," Monique said, hugging her tightly. "You're my family."

"Three sisters," Mary said with a laugh.

When Clara arrived, precisely on time, she had two wrapped picture frames under each arm and a smaller one in one of her hands, handing one set to Mary, along with the smaller one, and the other set to Monique. When they disappeared into the living room to open them, Wendy apprised Clara of what had happened.

"What a terrible story," Clara said, shaking her head. "Poor girl. Maybe I should have come a different night."

"No, this might be just what she needs right now," Wendy said, taking her by the arm and heading to the living room.

"These are just great!" Mary said, holding up the two photos for Wendy to see. "They're going to look perfect bracketing your photo."

"I really love these, Clara," Monique said, showing Wendy the two photos.

"I knew that they were the best, so I just printed them," Clara said. "There's just enough room on either side of that Pollock over your bed for them.

Wendy felt herself getting wet between the legs when she looked at the two photos, each the same, either Mary or Monique on her back, the tip of their extended tongues stuck in the other's ass as cum dribbled down from a gaping pussy onto the tongue, Rodney's big black cock hanging above, a droplet of cum at the slit. In both photos, you could see the open-eyed and -mouthed look on each of their faces as they looked down at what was happening beneath them.

"Mapplethorpe had nothing on you," she breathed, awed by the perfect lighting, the contrasts, and the way the subjects seemed to leap off the paper, almost 3-dimensional in aspect.

"Thanks," Clara said, smiling broadly. "That makes my day to hear that."

"For my bedside table," Mary said, holding out an 8"x10" frame to Wendy with the photo of Mary's face and tongue covered in cum. "It's so me, don't you think?" she asked, laughing.

Wendy appreciated the next couple of days, unexcitedly normal for a change. While Mary and Monique continued to go on dates nightly, she opted to stay home and relax, spending some time in the jacuzzi each evening, enjoying a pizza with a beer for dinner. Arriving at work Friday, she heard laughter coming from Jonathan's office and entered after knocking once.

"Look who got back a day early," Jonathan said, Wendy's jaw dropping when she saw Gianni turn to grin at her.

"Gianni!" she gasped, hurrying over to hug him. "You're back!"

"So it would seem," Gianni said, laughing. "You're even more beautiful and desirable than I remember."

"And you still have a silver tongue," Wendy laughed.

"Good morning," Monique said as she entered with a tray and two coffees, starting when she saw Gianni. "I didn't realize that there was anyone else here. Would you like a coffee or tea?" she asked as she set the others on Jonathan's desk.

"Coffee would be very nice, thank you," Gianni said, smiling. "And you are?"

"Monique, the receptionist and Wendy's PA," she replied. "Who are you?"

"Oh, I like her," Gianni said, laughing.

"This is our executive chef, Gianni Antinori," Wendy introduced.

"Nice," Monique said, smiling. "I like guys that can cook."

"It is a pleasure, Monique," Gianni said. "I look forward to getting to know you."

"That sounds like fun," Monique said, smiling. "I'll be right back with your coffee."

"She is delightful," Gianni laughed when she left. "Where did you find her? What happened to Shirelle, and Mary?"

Wendy quickly updated him on the personnel changes.

"How was your trip?" Wendy asked.

"Exhausting by the end," Gianni replied, "but very informative."

"Here you are," Monique said when she returned. "Double espresso, black, no sugar," she said as she set it down in front of him on the desk.

"How did you know that this is what I would want?" Gianni asked.

"That's easy," Monique replied, smiling as she turned to go. "You're a real man."

"Wow!" Gianni gasped when Monique left the room.

"And then some," Wendy laughed. "She's also my roommate now."

"I can't wait to visit," Gianni said, laughing.

"What can you tell us in broad strokes?" Jonathan asked.

"In broad strokes, I think that we can do it easier and much less expensively than we originally thought, if we change our approach a bit," Gianni replied. "The largest expense for each restaurant will be the wine collection. That can't be helped and it's an investment that can always be liquidated. It's a no-risk expense. The hardest part is going to be esthetically, renovating most of the restaurants to give them a more conducive ambience to what Michelin looks for in awarding stars. These are both things that we're all aware of."

"What I realized after visiting each of the Michelin-starred restaurants is that we don't have to re-invent the wheel 34 times more for the restaurants without stars," Gianni continued. "We've already got 7 wheels. "What I want to do is combine all 7 menus and give each property's chef the discretion to create their own menu from the combined 7 menus. That way we instantly have Michelin-quality food, proven by the stars. Each property's restaurant will have its own uniqueness, yet there will also be similarities. People will feel like they are in familiar territory no matter which restaurant they eat in. The rest is training the staff in fine-dining service. There's no reason not to think that within 3-5 years, each of the restaurants will be eligible for Michelin's consideration."

"What about the kitchens?" Jonathan asked.

"I only had some reservations about a couple of the chefs," Gianni replied. "They're all capable men hamstrung by typically mediocre menus that you can find in any up-scale restaurant. There's nothing to particularly distinguish them other than saying that it was a good meal. We want people to think that they've just had the best meal of their life every time they eat in one of our properties. That is the goal. If we do that, the Michelin stars will come."

"It will take approximately a year, give or take, to make the necessary renovations, train the staff, and introduce new menus and ensure that the kitchens are capable of producing those menus, which also means sourcing the requisite ingredients," he said. "Everyone will start to find their footing and rhythm the second year, and by the third year, it should be effortless. That is when the world will start to pay attention."

"What do you think, Wendy?" Jonathan asked.

"Gosh, I don't know anything about restaurants other than how to go to one and eat," Wendy laughed. "But it sounds like a good idea. We'd be able to advertise the menu influences as being Michelin-star restaurants. That's instant cachet right there. It would also simplify coming up with food that Michelin would find acceptable. I can imagine that many dishes are tried before a restaurant finally comes up with a menu that works. We'd be eliminating a very time-consuming step."

"That's exactly it," Gianni said, slapping the desk. "That is the beauty of my idea. We won't have to do the really hard work because it's already been done. We only need to polish the product's presentation. Cosmetics."

"Well, this is what we hired you to do," Jonathan said. "If this is the way you think that it's best to accomplish our goals, then I'm looking forward to seeing the results. You don't need my blessing, but I do appreciate you sharing your thoughts about what you want to do."

"My first task is to find contractors capable of doing what needs to be done in each property's location," Gianni said.