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Gemstones
Belinda had been anticipating Maureen’s visit with mounting excitement all day. Maureen worked for one of these mail-order houses as a travelling rep. and had promised to look in with just what the blonde girl fancied – her jewellery selection. Rings and things, necklaces and bracelets, pearls by the string. …’cor! by the cords!’ as she put it. And if there’s one way to Belinda’s heart, it’s not the stomach it’s the neck, throat, arms, wrists and fingers. She’s plain nutty about jewellery, real or paste.
Within minutes of Maureen’s knock at her door, her bag of good tricks was open, boxes strewn around, and the goodies all over the sofa – and just as rapidly all over Belinda’s creamy skin. The more knick-knacks Maureen produced the more skin Belinda unleashed to try them on.
The big blonde girl’s enthusiasm was catching: Maureen started modelling her stuff with the same disdain for clothes and shortly both girls were aswim in jewels. And sinking their inhibitions fast, as the excitement switched somewhat from rocks to rolls. . .
If the mail-order house realised what Maureen got up to, they’d understand why she rarely writes in for her percentages. She’s too busy getting a piece of action her own way. Just think, said Belinda at the end of the day, “if your firm made a TV commercial of us now – they’d put the cigar girls out of business!
