Those five bright smiles lit up the meeting room. One of them belonged to the girl who would become the twenty-third Miss Tru-Bolt. She would win a full ride scholarship to one of Mr. Breeman's favorite schools or the equivalent in cash. For one year she would meet with Tru-Bolt salesmen and customers around the country proclaiming the virtues of Tru-Bolt products. With the upcoming corporate expansion, there was even the possibility of international travel.
The remaining four would be designated as runners up and returned to whatever they had been doing before entering the contest. It probably meant they would be cuing up to enter yet another beauty contest. By now all of them had been entering such contests as long as they could remember. Cute little four year olds had become darling little eight year olds. By the time they were ten or twelve, little bumps and hips had begun to take shape. They had continued to develop from cute to beautiful, from little girls to ripe maidens.
Each beauty contest or pageant had been a learning experience. Today they showed themselves to be nearing the height of maturity for pageant entrants. They were able to smile unendingly. Their voices were properly modulated, their dresses, gowns, or swim suits had been fitted to show off their best features.
Now they waited, each smiling, each with a collection of butterflies in her stomach awaiting the outcome of the judges' voting. At Tru-Bolt, the judges were the five regional sales managers. It was one of their perks. They got to help select who would be in the pageant and got to vote at each stage of the pageant. Now they were voting on which of the girls would win the top prize.
The girls stood in an uneven row. Left leg slightly bent and slightly in front of the right. Even though this was the Casual Clothing Event, all but # 2, a twenty year old named Candy, had a slit in her skirt up to the waist permitting a breathtaking view.
There would be more great views as the girls changed from casual outfits to formal business attire, to gowns to swimsuits to casual business attire. But, the five bright smiles would remain. They would remain no matter what. Even when the winner had been announced, the losing four would retain their bright smiles.
No small part of the judges' voting was based on the fact that they would have to put up with the girl they selected as she attended sales meetings and met with customers. She could be a real asset especially with reluctant customers. "This won't be a time when we are selling our products, Mr. Customer. We just want you to meet this year's Miss Tru-Bolt." The pitch would go on about how the company was helping this girl make something of herself. Sometimes it would include a mention that the lass in question had shown real interest in the customer's business or industry.
Sufficiently lulled into accepting the invitation the customer would meet the girl at a company function. Perhaps it would be a dinner or a picnic. The girl would be sufficiently prepped on the customer and his business that she could converse intelligently with him. Her dress and posture during their meeting would show him that not only was this a bright girl who was interested in his business, but also a girl that was interested in him personally.
There was a good chance that the customer would have an opportunity to view her charms quite closely. At a second or third meeting it was very possible that the customer might even spend some very intimate time with her. Through all of this the girl could not freak out. Even if the customer was not physically appealing, she was expected to do her part to make the sale. The managers wanted to be sure that the girl they selected tonight wouldn't give them a hard time when they needed her to be her most charming and persuasive.
To that end each of the girls had undergone vetting they hadn't experienced before for any of the other pageants they'd entered. This was something so important that Mr. Breeman handled it himself.
Each girl was interviewed by him with her mother present. "Mrs. Pageant Entry Mother, we need to be sure that the girls have not had any surgery, cosmetic or otherwise, etc., etc. Would you please have your daughter remove her clothing so we can be sure?"
If they packed up and left, that was the end of the pageant for them. If they complied, the interview went further. Mr. Breeman would praise the beauty of the young lady even as she was forced by her mother to strip naked in front of him. Once naked he would handle the girl running his hands over her entire body taking special interest in her breasts, lifting them, massaging them, and inspecting her nipples. He would look into her wrinkled rear entrance as well as checking to see that the more normal entrance was also well cared for. He would probe to see if she seemed to be a virgin. Though it was not essential, it was noted on her entry forms. A virgin could often bring in a sizable sale.
He would examine her other sensitive parts as well. Many mothers may have wanted to say, "What does her clit have to do with sales meetings and customers," but most knew what her clit had to do with sales meetings and customers. Those latter mothers were allowed to keep their girls in the pageant. Those who had questions were excused. A four year full ride scholarship had real value. Girls were not hard to find.
It was not unusual for Mr. Breeman to examine the mother as well. Often this examination occurred in another room. Occasionally, however, the prospective pageant entrant was required to be present.
Those who were selected for the pageant met the regional managers who explored further their willingness to help with a sale. Each of these men had their own ideas of what this interview would entail. The five who were found to be the crème de la crème became the finalists.
Those finalists stood in front of the sales managers and the sales force now. One would be selected.
From their seats the judges marked sheets on the table in front of them.
"The next event is the Ballroom Gown Event," Mr. Breeman said into his mike. Feedback from the mike was so sudden and intense that even a few bright smiles faltered.
Just finished had been the Formal Business Attire Event meant to show what the girls looked like when they were in formal situations with customers. No other pageant required a costume like this. Each of them had thought hard about what type of dress would win over the judges. Should it be a suit, a skirt and blouse, a pantsuit, like Hillary wears. Without any direction they had chosen different wardrobes hoping theirs would be the most appealing. Most focused on thin blouses that provided enchanting views. This might have been accompanied by a skirt short enough that it provided its own view as she sat or bent over.
The ballroom gown event was one with which they were far more familiar. Their escort, a young man materialized and escorted the girls back to a dressing area. He left them there to change into the their ball gowns.
They all jumped into action as soon as the door closed trying to make the change without damaging hairdos, requiring too much make-up repair, or getting make-up on their clothes.
In what felt like record time the the young man returned materializing as a head stuck in through a suddenly opened door. He opened it just enough to stick his head into the room and announce, "OK, come on back."
When he saw that they were all dressed, he was disappointed. He had hopped that when he suddenly opened the door at least some would be in their underwear if not totally naked. He had been overly optimistic, but young men often are.
He opened the door all the way and waited as they lined up. He led them back to the stage. He wished he could have been behind them to watch as their gowns swished with the movement of their hips. It was cruel that he had an assignment which brought him so close to these lovely girls, but didn't allow him to touch.
The judges were settled back at the judges table. They looked up at the girls, smiling as they lined up on the stage. They were no longer asked questions designed to demonstrate their knowledge and insight. There were no problem solving exercises. And there were no women either in the audience or as judges. All that was required of them was that they display the most appealing and, perhaps, available tits and ass. They were used to it and they did everything they could to present the requisite charms.
Chapter 2
Mr. Breeman picked up the mike and began directing the girls. Turn this way, turn that way, walk, stand, etc. Wendy looked at Mr. Breeman as he spoke remembering her initial meeting with him.
They had met in the beautifully appointed office Mr. Breeman used when he interviewed young lades. The interview seemed to have gone well when Mr. Breeman took Wendy's mother aside. Wendy watched the whispered conversation. She saw her mother seem to swallow hard several times. Finally her mother turned and said, "Honey, Mr. Breeman needs to see more of you." Wendy had started to turn to let him view her from other angles. "Actually," her mother interjected, "he needs to see you without your clothes."
Wendy had looked at her mother, then at Mr. Breeman. Her mother was trying to look non-committal as though this was neither unexpected or unusual. And, true, there had been other incidents so it wasn't completely without precedent. It was just so blunt.
She looked at Mr. Breeman. He was openly leering. Others had been coy trying to hide what they were asking for. Once when asked for something like this, her mother had just pulled her out of the room and left. That wasn't happening now. Wendy knew there was a lot of money at stake here.
"I'll help," Mr. Breeman had said as he began to pull her blouse from her skirt.
"I can do it," she'd stammered.
"I insist," he'd said. He continued pulling the blouse up forcing her to extend her arms upward. It came off over her head, still buttoned. He tossed it to Wendy's mother. Wendy stood still realizing that she was about to be stripped naked. And that he wanted as much to strip her as he did to see her naked. There was little point in her doing anything.
He continued. Her skirt was next. "Step out of your sandals," he'd said. She did pushing them aside.
She wore no socks. She stood in panties and bra while he assessed her. She knew this was only a pause. He would remove everything. She'd have to stand naked in front of this man and her mother. She knew he would grope her perhaps hurting her as he pinched her nipples and inserted a finger in her pussy. She waited as he looked her over.
He knelt in front of her. He found the elastic of her panties and pulled them slowly past the entrance to her pussy. She had taken care to shave it knowing that if this were to happen, the man stripping her would want to see a pussy that was clean shaven. She was. Her lips were a bit puffy and reddened from his attentions. She was already quite nervous and this was making it worse, much worse.
She held her breath as he moved her lips apart. He moved the little hood that covered her clit. She looked away. She felt him move closer. His warm breath felt obscene as it enveloped her pussy. Then was startled to feel his tongue on her clit. She jumped. He grabbed her ass pulling her into his face. She stumbled awkwardly into him. He held her tightly by the ass pulling her into his face.
She steeled herself against having any positive feeling, but was not totally successful. He knew what he was doing.
He stopped before her hips gave her away. She was a bit wet, but at least she wasn't dripping.
He stood wiping his face. He turned her around and found the catch for her bra. It fell away. His hands were immediately on her breasts.
