Jim followed Citra into the modeling agency. He was no longer trying to avoid eye contact. Three models were waiting in the lobby, and two of them glanced up at them as they entered. One of them waved to Citra then looked back down at her phone with no reaction. The virus had sensed that Jim wasn't that attracted to her gaunt, starved-looking face. The other reacted with the familiar flush and wide eyes. She was a petite, naturally slender blond with an adorable face, a radiant smile, and big, inquisitive eyes, and she rushed after Jim and Citra as they boarded an elevator. Citra held the door for her, smiled, and said, "Come along Yulia, I was hoping we'd run into you. This is Jim."
Jim shook her trembling hand and returned her warm smile. She blushed even deeper, squirming in place. God, what a cutie. Citra hit the button for the top floor, but the elevator stopped first on 3, and when the doors opened it was Jim's turn to gasp and go wide-eyed.
There were two elite Chinese models standing there, and they were two of the most stunningly, impossibly hot women he had ever seen in his life. Their faces were perfect, their skin smooth and flawless, and every inch of their tall bodies perfectly sculpted. They both gasped, flushed, and went wide-eyed when Jim made eye contact. Citra introduced them as Zhi and Dongmei. She invited them to come along for a meeting with the director, and they eagerly agreed. Citra whispered to the three other models as the elevator rose. Whatever she said seemed to turn them on even more. Yulia gasped and squirmed, staring at Jim as she listened. Zhi gaped at Jim's crotch, panting. Dongmei brazenly groped herself, squeezing a breast and stroking her crotch. They were all so ready for him, so insanely hot and eager and wet. He couldn't believe how turned on he was despite what had just happened in the van. They made it to the top floor and composed themselves, stepping off the elevator, Jim walking with some difficulty due to a raging erection.
Outside the director's office was a room with four busy secretaries. Citra approached one of them and said, "This is Jim, here to meet with the director."
The secretary said, "One moment," and went into the director's office. They could hear another woman's voice asking, "What is this meeting about again? Who is this guy?"
They heard the secretary reply, "Sorry, I don't know. It's the guy Citra said you had to meet. She insisted you'd thank her for it but told me nothing. Do you want me to cancel?"
Another secretary looked up at them with a kind, apologetic smile. Jim smiled back at her. What a sweet girl, he thought. She seemed like she didn't know she was pretty, kind of like Yuming and Mei. She had a darling face and a petite, slender frame. She'd easily be the most attractive girl in most offices. Here she probably thought she was plain. If so, she is so wrong, he thought. Then he saw the result of his attraction as her face flushed and her eyes went wide, staring at him.
They heard the director respond, "No, whatever, send them in."
The first secretary returned to usher them in. Citra turned to the second secretary, having noticed her reaction to Jim. She smiled and said, "Wing-Yee, could you please join us to take notes?" Wing-Yee jumped up, happy for any chance to be closer to Jim.
The director was a gorgeous, tall professional woman in her mid-thirties. She looked like she could have been a top fashion model herself. She had piercingly intelligent eyes, high cheekbones, and a perfect figure. Her presence seemed to fill the room, and she radiated confidence, power, and sexuality.
She rose to shake hands with Jim and froze, gasping as their eyes met.
Citra closed the door behind them as the director warmly shook Jim's hand, clasping her other hand softly over it too, and breathed, "Citra was right. It is a great pleasure to meet you, Jim. Call me Kai-Ming."
He tried to speak, but his voice was gone. Citra stepped to the director's side and began whispering in her ear. Kai-Ming smiled as she listened, her eyes still fixed on Jim. She licked her lips. Finally, Citra stepped back and Kai-Ming said, "Please, make yourself comfortable on the couch."
Jim sat down in the center of the large leather couch, feeling like he was in a dream. The two Chinese models, Zhi and Dongmei, flanked him close on either side, their soft, warm bodies pressing against him. He could feel their breasts brushing his arms, their hips warm against his side. Their faces were very close, smiling at him, their eyes shining with desire.
Kai-Ming walked around the coffee table, her hips swaying hypnotically, her eyes flicking between his face and the erection straining in his pants as the two models next to him began to slowly caress his chest and thighs while nuzzling at his neck.
Yulia and Wing-Yee both kneeled on the floor on either side of him and joined in the teasing caresses.
Kai-Ming smiled and leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "As you can see, my agency can take very good care of you." Her breath on his skin sent shivers down his spine.
Jim's heart raced, overwhelmed by her sexy voice, the warmth of their bodies, their increasingly bold teasing fingers, and the intoxicating scent of them. The four other women continued their soft caresses, their touches growing bolder as the virus drove their arousal quickly higher.
Yulia began to undo Jim's belt and pants, and the other girls all joined in the effort as Kai-Ming watched, smiling. He raised his hips so the girls could slide his pants off, and eight hands were now free to stroke and fondle him everywhere.
Kai-Ming wasted no time. She hiked up her skirt, pulled her soaked panties down and off, and then moved to straddle him on the couch.
Jim looked up into her lust-filled eyes and felt a surge of overwhelming desire as Yulia guided his erection toward Kai-Ming's wet folds. With a moan, she lowered herself onto him, taking him inside her, and he groaned in pleasure as they became one. Jim had just met her a minute ago and he was deep in her gorgeous body. She moved sensuously, delighting in slowly impaling herself on him with long deep strokes, her breath hot against his neck as she gasped and moaned in ecstasy.
Jim's hands alternated between caressing and exploring the glorious body riding him and the even more incredible bodies of Zhi and Dongmei next to him, who were both now completely nude. Yulia and Wing-Yee knelt on the floor each masturbating themselves with one hand while kissing and licking him everywhere.
The virus sensed that they were in a hurry, so it again rapidly increased their pleasure and desire, driving them all quickly toward orgasm.
Jim arched his back, gripping Kai-Ming's hips tightly as he felt his climax building. She looked down at him, her eyes burning with lust, and commanded him, "Come for me, Jim. Come deep inside me. Fill me up!"
His body seemed to rush to obey this powerful woman as quickly as possible. His orgasm exploded through him, waves of intense pleasure washing over him as he thrust deep inside her. This sent the other women off as well, moaning and gasping out their own climaxes. Kai-Ming's body shook with the last of her long orgasm, and she collapsed onto him for a moment, laughing like a schoolgirl, thanking him, and tenderly kissing him before climbing off.
Zhi got a leg behind Jim and then turned him toward her as she lay back onto the couch with him between her widely spread legs. She reached for his shaft and raised her crotch to meet it as he kneeled on the couch. She writhed in need, teasing herself with his tip as he looked down at her incredibly tiny waist, perfect skin, and gorgeous face. The other girls swarmed around them, watching in fascination and caressing and licking wherever they could. Finally, she lodged his prick in her opening, locked eyes with him, and nodded.
He watched himself start to disappear inside of Zhi's gorgeous model body, stretched out gloriously below him, and raised up off the couch to meet his thrust.
It felt as incredible as it looked, her skin soft and supple as he thrust into her, the warmth of her body enveloping him. She arched her back, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she met his thrusts with her own, guiding him deeper inside of her goddess body. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure as they moved together in perfect rhythm.
As Jim savored his conquest of this unbelievably hot model, through the haze of lust he still picked up bits of the conversation in the room. Kai-Ming and Citra were huddled at the desk, deep in conversation. Planning. Scheming. He heard Kai-Ming ask about Jim's schedule, and Citra said, "We only have a week. Here's his work schedule with some of our plans added."
"We can't plan anything for after his trip? We can't send people to him?"
"No, we promised it's over after this week. He's happily married."
Jim tuned out from the distracting conversation. The last thing he needed to be reminded of was his marriage at this moment. He was now fully on top of Zhi, pounding her unbelievably hot model body into the couch as he neared another climax.
The tension built inside of him, his hips thrusting harder and faster into Zhi's tight, slick, fertile channel. God, what a body. What a conquest. She arched her back, her head thrown back, her long hair cascading over the couch behind her as she met his thrusts with her own. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he felt himself on the brink of orgasm.
Jim felt a surge of power and desire as he looked down at the scene before him, his cock throbbing inside Zhi, her perfect body clenching and milking him with every thrust, ready to receive his seed, ready to make him an impossibly beautiful baby, begging for it with every fiber of her being.
He was there. He gripped her waist tightly, his fingers digging into her taught flesh, as he plunged deeper into her, feeling the head of his cock press against something deep inside. She arched her back, her head thrown back in triumphant pleasure as he finally spurted deep into her. She came around him, her inner muscles pulsing in time with him.
She was crying happy tears, babbling joyfully about feeling his baby inside her as he rode out the waves of pleasure, luxuriating in a few more thrusts. He gave her a final kiss and climbed off.
Again, his orgasm only seemed to heighten his desire to breed. There were three more eager, beautiful, fertile women in the room and they were all reaching for him to get their turn.
But first, Kai-Ming interrupted. "Just a moment, we need his measurements. Stand up, Jim. Oh!" She gasped suddenly, her hand flying to her abdomen. It had just hit her, and it hit him too a split second later: the certainty that Kai-Ming was pregnant. Usually, it hit right after the orgasm, but this time it took a few minutes. And as soon as she knew, he knew too. Sudden certainty, no words, just a split second after she felt it, when she was only starting to visibly react. How did that information travel across the room to him?
The other girls all swarmed around him, their professional selves kicking in as they helped measure all his dimensions. Jim stood staring at Kai Ming, both of them basking in the unbelievably pure joy of it, sweet blissful satisfaction of their purpose, thoughts of how wonderful their baby would be. So perfect, so right, again so special each time. Almost all-consuming bliss, but still that small voice in the back of his mind was confused, spooked, alarmed. How? How did she know, and then how did he know without any communication? There was no explanation that made any sense. But it was still a wonderful, beautiful moment. New life. A miracle.
Her eyes were radiating joy and gratitude, but her voice was still all business. "Stop by after work for a new wardrobe," Kai-Ming said. "We can't have you attracting women like you do without looking the part, or at least closer to it. People will be suspicious. We'll do something with your hair too."
Measurements complete, he returned to the caresses of the three remaining girls, passionately kissing and groping them all freely. In the background, he heard Citra detailing his preferences in women to Kai-Ming. "Sweet-faced above all. Angelic, cute, kind eyes, intelligent-looking. Preferences on body proportions are very specific: Very high hip-to-waist ratio is a must, naturally very slender, not anorexic, large thigh gap, flat belly, and small, perky breasts."
"Well, he's definitely in the right country then," Kai-Ming said, chuckling. "We have more than our share of those!"
Speaking of angelic faces and small, perky breasts, he found himself tangled with Yulia, the darling blond sweetheart from the lobby.
"Take me, Jim, I've never wanted anything more!" she gushed in her sexy Russian accent, her hands roaming over his chest and arms. As he kissed her neck, he delighted in the feeling of her nipples hardening against his roving fingers. She moaned into his ear, her hips moving against him, grinding against him. He backed her up onto the couch and kneeled on the floor between her legs, kissing and teasing around her beautiful little pink pussy.
Jim heard Kai-Ming ask, "Who was his favorite last night? Was it you?"
Citra answered, "No, I think I was second. That waitress Yuming was definitely first. I'm not sure how, but damn she had him wrapped around her finger. She has a model body for sure, exactly the proportions he likes, but her face isn't a model's face at all. She just maybe carries herself differently, I don't know, like a real, ordinary girl. Pretty though. I mean, very pretty, really. But like nobody would think she's a model, somehow. I don't know how to explain it."
"Do you have pics or videos of her?" Kai-Ming asked.
"No, but I can FaceTime her, hold on."
It was a good thing Yuming was alone in her apartment when she got the call. The first thing she heard when she answered was Yulia's loud cry, "Jim, oh my god, yes!" Her hips were bucking upward to meet his tongue as he teased and tasted her. Jim normally didn't think pussies were beautiful, but he couldn't get over this one. It was just so perfect, cute and pink. Like her little perky nose and lips, it was just totally adorable. It even tasted good. As he teased, stroked and licked her tiny treasure he watched in fascination as her her little clitoris enlarged, throbbing with arousal. She arched and writhed her sweet little body, begging for him to fill her, her head thrown back, her blond hair spilling over the couch behind her.
He heard laughing from Citra's phone and turned to see her pointing it at him so Yuming could see the whole lurid scene on the couch via FaceTime, with Jim devouring Yulia's pussy, Dongmei licking Yulia's breasts, and Wing-Yee on the floor taking Jim into her mouth while frigging herself madly with her hands. "Hi Yuming!" he called out, with a sloppy grin and a quick wave, then dove back into the glorious debauchery.
"Oh my god that looks so hot! Go Jim!" she called back to him, blowing a kiss and laughing more. Yuming's laugh was so sexy, as was her complete lack of jealousy. She wanted him to spread his seed. She freaking loved seeing him do it. They all did. Jim realized he hadn't seen a single one of these girls ever react with a trace of jealousy.
Citra turned the phone back around to introduce her to Kai-Ming.
