2 comments/ 36956 views/ 1 favorites Summer Employment Ch. 01 By: REGade Chapter 1 Initiation Warning: Please don't take this seriously. I didn't. Characters: Victor Thomas: College student, age nineteen Brian Thomas: College student, age eighteen Tuck Tucker: Owns three restaurants, age fifty-five Elizabeth Tucker; The Witch, Tuck's second wife, age Thirty-two Betty: Bookkeeper, petite, meek, age thirty-seven Trudy: Office worker, age twenty. Large eyes are her distinguishing feature. Vera Tucker: Tuck's first wife and mother of his daughters. Age forty-three Eric: Restaurant Manager and fiancée of Caroline Tucker Caroline Tucker: Tuck's older daughter, age twenty-three Sarah Tucker; Tuck's younger daughter, age Twenty-one Melinda: Housekeeper in Tucker home, a Black girl with needs, goes by Missy, age Twenty-eight Salvatore: Tuck's cousin, Manager of Tuck-South. After four hours on the job I was bewildered. Why had I let my brother talk me in to spending my summer working for a family-owned restaurant chain? The job description, 'driver and miscellaneous duties' appealed to me, along with the promise of a place to sleep, with meals provided. So far, I'd been read the riot act by the owner's wife. "You'll sleep in the cottage at the rear of the house. The maid will deliver your evening meal. You are not to come inside the house unless you're specifically invited," Mrs. Tucker told me when I first arrived at company headquarters. I nodded to confirm that I understood her and was relegated to the first floor storeroom. "Move everything from the front to the back and everything in the back to the front," the witch told me. "Don't break any of the china. If you do, I'll deduct the cost from your pay." I was especially careful, carrying stacks of plates, cartons of glasses and individual mugs to shelves at the rear of the storeroom. The mugs had the company logo, a photo of the smiling owner and 'Tuck', screen-printed on them. The same logo was on the side of a white van, which was backed into one section of the downstairs stock room. I heard the footsteps of the three women tread the floor above. It was easy to tell which one was crossing the room. The sound Mrs. Tucker's high heels made was distinctive. It had a ring of authority when she walked to the kitchen for a cup of coffee or to the lady's room to take a leak. The sneakers Trudy wore scuffed the floor as she went about her tasks of printing menus, sending facsimiles or sorting the mail. Betty, the petite bookkeeper, only went to the kitchen to fill her coffee mug once that morning. Her heels made a sound to reflect her personality, soft, pleasant and unobtrusive. At ten A.M. the witch used the intercom to tell me to go pick up her husband. "The keys are in the car, along with directions to the house. Bring him straight here." I spoke to the box on the wall, "Yes, ma'am," and went outside and got into the Lincoln Town Car. The directions were easy to follow, and it only took a few minutes to drive the two miles. The home was large, and there was another car parked in front of the garage. I wondered why Mr. Tucker needed a driver. He came out the side door of the house, looking older than the picture of him on the logo. I judged him to be in his middle fifties, much older than the witch whose footsteps had made such an impression on me all morning. Should I get out and open the back door for him? He was seated in the passenger's seat next to me before I could decide. "Victor? Please call me Tuck," he said, extending his hand. "Thank you, Sir," I said, shaking his hand. Tuck was not a big man. He was wearing a dark, summer suit. His dark hair was slicked back and his mustache was neatly trimmed. "Did Professor Sawyer brief you about our business?" Tuck asked as I maneuvered the big car into traffic. "Not really, Sir." "We run a lean and mean operation. My wife manages the office and I...well, I'm not sure what I do. We only have three restaurants. Two are in the suburbs, catering to families, and one is downtown, concentrating on the theater district. "I have a short meeting and then you can drive me to Tuck-North," he said as he got out of the car. I noticed a dark SUV was now parked in front of the building. As I moved cartons of paper goods, cases of canned goods and boxes of cleaning supplies around in the stock room, I listened to the footsteps above. Now, in addition to the witch's high heels, there were scuffing sounds, which I assumed were made by men's shoes. At eleven-thirty, two men came downstairs and drove off in the SUV. A minute later, Mr. Tucker appeared, saying he was ready to go. He directed me to a route that would avoid the city traffic, and proceeded to tell me more about his company's operation. "My managers work four long days and are off two days. We move them around, with one exception, and that creates a scheduling nightmare. But I pay them well. That keeps them happy. I can't remember the last time one of my managers missed an assigned shift." I wondered what the one exception was, but didn't ask. He seemed to be willing to tell me more and I was glad to listen. "We serve a quality meal at the right price. My bartenders serve a damned fine cocktail, too," he said, and then turned his head to look at me. "I can't let you drink during working hours. What are you, twenty?" "Nineteen, Sir," I said. "You may as well know, Victor. I'd rather you hear it from me than one of my wives. I have a drinking problem." He was looking straight ahead. I saw no need to comment, so I looked straight ahead, too. He directed me to Tuck-North and told me to drop him at the door and then park the car at the rear of the parking lot. It was a few minutes past noon and the parking lot was filling up fast. Business must be good, I thought as I went inside. I found Tuck at the bar with a drink in his hand. He introduced me to some of the customers and the bartender. "Victor's a college student, but he's my driver for the summer." During the two hours we were there, I was introduced to other customers, most of the staff and the manager. Eric was a big guy, tall and heavyset. His hands were enormous. "Are you still going to marry my daughter, Eric?" Tuck asked, laughing. "I plan on marrying her if she doesn't kick me out of the apartment, Dad," Eric said. Eric asked us if we wanted something to eat. I said "Yes," and a waitress brought me a sandwich a few minutes later. Tuck declined the offer. We stayed in the bar until two P.M. when Tuck was ready to leave. He told me to drop him off at his house. "Did you keep track of how many drinks I had, Victor?" "No, Sir." "Good. Don't make a habit of it either." "I won't, Sir." "Give this to Liz," he said, handing me an envelope. I wasn't sure who Liz was, but it had to be Mrs. Tucker. She took the envelope when I handed it to her. "How much did he drink?" she asked. "I didn't keep track, ma'am." Mrs. Tucker's eyes were like daggers. I stared back at her, wondering if she ever smiled. If it were not for her sour mood, she would have been an attractive lady. She was dressed in a smart, business suit and she had a nice figure. "I'll expect you to count his drinks from now on," she said, walking away from me before I had a chance to tell her I would comply. Which one was I going to obey? The witch must have known her husband ordered me not to keep track of how many drinks he had. I went back to my job of rearranging the downstairs storeroom until quitting time. At six-fifteen, the upstairs was locked and Mrs. Tucker told me to drive her home. She rode in the backseat, without talking until I parked in front of the garage. "Clean this car. It's filthy, inside and out," Mrs. Tucker said as she was getting out of the car. A black lady came out and introduced herself to me. "I'm Melina, but everyone calls me Missy. I'll show you to the cottage," she offered. I got my luggage out of the back of the car and we walked past a swimming pool on the right. I tried to get Missy to tell me about our employers, but she wouldn't answer my questions. "This is it," she said, stopping in front of the cottage. "I'll bring you something to eat after awhile," she offered. "No rush. I have to wash the car," I said. She nodded and turned back to the house. The cottage was small. There was a table and four chairs, a bed, a cabinet full of towels, and a small television. The bath was the only other room. I changed into short pants and proceeded to wash the car. I was vacuuming the inside when a small sports car came to a stop in front of the garage. "You must be the new boy," a blond said, removing her sunglasses and inspecting my bare chest. "I'm Victor," I said, inspecting her covered chest. She ran to the house, turning back and grinning at me before entering the back door. She must have known her short skirt got my blood pumping. I'd finished with the car and was on my cell phone, reporting in at home when Missy knocked on the cottage door. She was there to deliver my dinner. I took the tray from her and she backed away. "Bring the dirty dishes to the kitchen in the morning and I'll give you something to eat," she offered. "I'm not supposed to come inside the house," I said, remembering what the witch had said. "The back door will be unlocked. No one will know you're there but me," Missy said. I saw a hint of a grin on her thick lips. She walked away before I could ask who the blond was. I dined alone, enjoying the dinner Missy had prepared. After eating, I watched television until I became sleepy and went to bed, enumerating the things I'd learned about the business and the strange family. I had more questions than answers. Missy met me at the back door, took the tray and whispered, "I can't let you inside today, Mister Victor. She's almost ready to leave." I waited by the car until Mrs. Tucker came outside. I couldn't help but watch as she walked toward the car. "What are you looking at?" she asked in a huffy voice that made me forget why I'd been admiring everything about her. I opened the back door and she got in. Neither of us said anything during the short drive to the office. My second day passed more quickly because I knew what was expected of me. At eleven o'clock, I was ordered to pick up the boss. He came out of the house dressed the same as before and told me to drive him to the mid-town restaurant. We got there before the rush and were able to get a table for two. A lady approached our table. "Victor, I want you to meet the mother of my daughters," Tuck said. She was blond, stacked and lovely. "I'm wife number one," Mrs. Tucker said, smiling. "Please call me Vera." She chatted with us for a few minutes before making the excuse that noontime customers were beginning to arrive. We ordered our lunch, ate it and said goodbye to Mrs. Tucker as we left. I noted that, unlike the day before, Tuck didn't order anything to drink. Was it his first wife's influence that made him abstain? On the way back to company headquarters, he explained what went wrong with their marriage. "In addition to giving me two beautiful daughters, Vera made me successful. Our problems stemmed from her being obsessed with the business. She's always been a workaholic and I became an alcoholic. We didn't mix well. I can sure pick them..." he said, intimating that Mrs. Tucker number two was also a workaholic. Afraid I would cause trouble, I didn't comment. He had me drive him to the office. He went upstairs; I worked in the storeroom. At five-thirty, Trudy came downstairs to check on my progress. I told her I was finished and she agreed. "Tomorrow, you can work upstairs with me. You'll have two days to learn my job." This came as a shock to me. "Where are you going?" I asked. "I have Friday and Saturday off. You and I have to work Sunday." "Why?" I asked, shocked that I'd be working on Sunday. "Just to be here in case one of the restaurants needs something. It'll be fun," she said, giving me a wicked grin as she left for the day. I drove Tuck and wife number two home. He headed for the back door to the house and I started walking toward the cottage. "Mr. Thomas," the witch called me. "Wash the Mercedes. We're going to use it tonight." I turned, already pissed about working Sunday. "Yes, ma'am," I said, steaming. "Make sure the inside is vacuumed," she said, already catching up with her husband at the back door. While I was vacuuming the inside of the Mercedes the same Fiat that I'd seen the day before drove up. At least I thought it was the same car until I saw it was a different girl driving. This one was blond, but with darker hair. Also, she had Eric, the man I'd met the day before with her. "Hi Victor," Eric said. "This is my fiancée, Caroline Tucker." She looked small next to the big man. "It's nice to meet you, Victor," inspecting my bare chest the same way the blond had looked me over the day before. I decided they must be sisters, daughters of Tuck and Vera. They walked to the back of the house and I finished vacuuming the Mercedes. I was in the cottage, fuming about the way I was being treated, when Missy knocked on the door. This time she came inside and set the tray of food on the table. I thanked her and sat down to have my dinner. "They're gone," she said. I looked up at her, uncomfortable to begin eating while she was standing over me. "They left, all of them?" I asked to clarify what she was telling me. She nodded, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "You can use the pool if you want," she offered. I studied her, wondering how to respond. "Are you going to use the pool, too?" Missy pondered my question, shifting her weight again. "I might," she said. "I hope you will because I'm not a very strong swimmer and I'd feel safe if you're in the pool too." "You'd best eat your dinner before it gets cold," she said, leaving without committing to come in the pool with me or not. I took my time eating and watching the news on TV until it got dark. Then I found a swimsuit in my luggage and went outside and jumped in the pool. I had been there about fifteen minutes when I saw Missy coming from the house. Even in the dark I could see how the two piece white suit contrasted with her ebony skin. She eased her body into the water and came to within five feet of me. "Is that true what you said about being a weak swimmer?" "That's right, but I feel a lot safer with you here. If I get into trouble you will have to give me mouth to mouth," I said, enjoying the nervous tension between us. "I couldn't do that. You wouldn't want my man to become angry," she said, giggling as she closed the distance between us to two feet. I ducked under the water and came up with my arms flapping wildly. Missy closed in on me and covered my mouth with hers. If she knew the mouth to mouth method of resuscitation, she certainly wasn't employing her skill. I kissed back, wedging my tongue between her lips. I was working my hand under the top part of her suit when we heard a car door close, followed by three more doors closing. "Lord Alive!" Missy whispered. "We's in the shit now." "No, we aren't," I said, guiding her from the center of the pool to a place at the deep end where we would be out of sight. She was shaking from fright, but she didn't move my hand from her breast. I only had one free hand as I had to use the other one to support us. We listened to Tuck and wife number two say goodnight to Eric and Caroline. I had the top piece of her suit pulled up and was fondling her breasts. Missy kept peeking over the side of the pool, seemingly oblivious to the attention I was giving her nipples. I knew, though, that she was aware of what I was doing because her nipples were like pebbles. "My man sure would be angry if he knew what I was letting you do," Missy said, as I eased my hand inside the bottom part of her swimsuit. I felt the curly pubic hair before inserting my middle finger into her pussy, only to the first knuckle. I'd had some experiences at school, but never with a black girl before. I liked the way she opened her legs to give me access to the soft, almost mushy, inside of her pussy. My cock was hard and pressing against the cheeks of her ass. I was trying to think of a way to turn her to face me so I could fuck her when she exclaimed. "They're locking the door!" "You didn't bring a key with you?" I asked, knowing how dumb I must sound. She turned to me, dislodging my finger from her pussy. She was trembling, near tears. "What can I do?" she asked. I put my arm around her to comfort her and kissed her. She kissed back, inserting her tongue into my mouth. "I guess you'll have to stay in my room with me," I suggested. She kissed me again, before pulling away. "Would it be all right with you if I stayed?" Is she crazy? Doesn't she feel my cock spearing her tummy? "I don't see as how we have an alternative, do you?" She took a minute to consider my question. "Are you sure you don't mind?" She was being coy and I was getting tired of her teasing. My cock was ready to blow at any second. "This way," I said, guiding her to the nearest ladder. I watched her ass wiggle as she climbed out of the pool and tried to concentrate on not cumming. She led the way to the cottage door and I followed, like an obedient puppy. Inside, I got a towel and began drying her, removing both pieces of her swimsuit as I patted her dry. It was dark in the room, but I could see that the curves of her body were in the right places. She was tall, with gorgeous breasts, a rounded ass, firm tummy and thighs, and abundant pubic hair. I went over her entire body a second time, kissing her lips, sucking her nipples and making sure she was dry between her legs. "My man would be very angry if he knew I was letting you do this to me," Missy said as she took the towel and began drying me, pulling the waist of my swim trunks out so she could ease them down my legs. I kicked my swimsuit to the side and Missy lowered herself to her knees in order to dry my inner thighs, I thought. "This is prime meat. It looks good enough to eat," she said, wrapping her hand around my cock and licking the head. Her tongue felt like sandpaper scraping the sensitive surface. She used the underside of her tongue, alternating with the rough side, making me shiver with delight. "Careful," I tried to warn her, but I was too late. I could tell that her eyes were glowing as my cum sprayed wildly. She caught some of it between her lips, but most of it landed on her cheeks, on her tits, and some of it dropped to the floor. I was a little dizzy, but wanted to show my gratitude. I started to use the towel to clean her. She stopped me, rubbing my cum into her skin, grinning at me as she stood up. Still groggy, I guided her to the bed and pushed her onto her back. She caught on fast and spread her legs wide, grabbing them around the ankles to hold them open for me. I lowered my head and took a tentative lick. Missy shrieked her approval, and this made me eager to please her. I licked rapidly, only slowing down when her praise of my technique became incoherent. One thing was for certain; Missy enjoyed receiving oral sex. For once, she wasn't saying anything about her man becoming angry if he knew what she was letting me do. Missy must have held her legs in the air for twenty minutes while I licked her pussy and sucked on her clit. I wondered if Tuck and his wife could hear her in the big house. She finally stopped me by letting go of her ankles and catching my head between her thighs. I felt her heels digging into my back, securing my lips to her pussy until I fought for release. We were both breathless. "My man..." Summer Employment Ch. 01 "Stop, I don't want to hear any more about your man," I said as I rearranged her on the bed and got between her legs. "You don't know what I was going to say," she said, reaching for her ankles again. My cock was hard again and I was ready to penetrate her, but I was also curious. "What were you going to say?" "My man would be proud of the way I tricked you, if I had one." "What do you mean? Don't you have a man?" "No, but he would be proud if I did have one." She was holding her legs open with her hands on her ankles and I was hovering above her. "Why did you keep saying your man would be angry if he knew what you were letting me do to you?" "I wanted you to think you were making me do things I didn't want you to do." I rammed my cock into her. Missy gasped, released her ankles and wrapped her legs around my ass. "Give me some mouth to mouth," she said and I obliged her. We fastened our mouths together and connected at the mid-section like railroad cars, squealing around corners, chugging up hills, and picking up speed on the way down. Except for an occasional curse word, we didn't talk. I heard the headboard hit the wall and the bedsprings complain about the rough treatment we were putting them through. We ended in a sprawling pile of bodies coated with sweat. "Let me have your car keys," I heard Missy say when she could talk. It was dark and I couldn't see her, but I knew she was serious. It took me a few minutes to put the words together. "Car keys?" "The key to the back door is on that ring." She said it like she'd just remembered, but I knew better. "You knew I had the key all along, and you let me believe we were in trouble?" I was already trying to think of the worst thing I could do to pay her back. She giggled. "I didn't know if you would fuck me if I told you about the key." "Get on your knees and get me hard again," I ordered, slapping her on the ass. "I'll do it some other time. Let me have the keys so I can get in the house, please." I slapped her ass again, harder this time. Missy got on her knees and sucked my cock without further argument. She had me hard in no time. "Turn around and hang your ass over the bed," I said. Missy moved into position and so did I. She began laughing as soon as I entered her. "What's funny?" I asked. "I fooled you into fucking me again," she said, still laughing. "No, you didn't. I was going to fuck you now and again in the morning if you had stayed all night," I said, really sticking it to her now. She seemed to know that she was getting under my skin. The more she teased me, the harder I fucked her. When I finally finished I was ready to let her go. "That was fun. Do you want to do it again sometime?" she asked when I pulled my poor cock out of her pussy. For once, I'd had enough pussy to last me awhile. I honestly didn't know if I wanted to do it again sometime or not. I got the keys for her and gave her one of my T-shirts to wear. Although she was almost as tall as me, the shirt went half way down her thighs. I patted her on the ass again and watched her walk barefooted to the house. I slept really well. When I went to the back door the next morning, Missy met me. She handed me a muffin and cup of coffee. I looked at her, expecting for her to give me the keys. She looked down at her apron and then at me. I balanced the muffin on top of the coffee and used my left hand to reach under the apron. I felt the inside of her thighs until I found the keys. When I pulled them out I brought them to my nose for a smell. They were wet and reeking of pussy juice. Summer Employment Ch. 02 Chapter 2 Elizabeth Characters: Victor Thomas: College student, age nineteen Brian Thomas: College student, age eighteen Tuck Tucker: Owns three restaurants, age fifty-five Elizabeth Tucker; The Witch, Tuck's second wife, age Thirty-two Betty: Bookkeeper, petite, meek, age thirty-seven Trudy: Office worker, age twenty. Large eyes are her distinguishing feature. Vera Tucker: Tuck's first wife and mother of his daughters. Age forty-three Eric: Restaurant Manager and fiancée of Caroline Tucker Caroline Tucker: Tuck's older daughter, age twenty-three Sarah Tucker; Tuck's younger daughter, age Twenty-one Melinda: Housekeeper in Tucker home, Black, goes by Missy, age Twenty-eight Salvatore: Tuck's cousin, Manager of Tuck-South. I stood next to the car and drank my coffee while waiting for Mrs. Tucker. She appeared, dressed in a short summer skirt and tight top that accented her breasts. Not wanting to be berated by her sharp tongue, I lowered my eyes. Anyway, Tuck was with her. "What do you think of my young wife this morning, Victor?" Tuck asked from the backseat. "I picked out her outfit and made her wear it for you." I froze, not knowing if an answer to his question was required. Sneaking a look at them in the rear view mirror, I saw that he was smiling; she was scowling. "I saw how you were eyeing her yesterday," Tuck continued. "Stop this right now," Mrs. Tucker scolded her husband. "He's an employee for Christ's sake!" Tuck was relentless. "Do you know how I got Liz to marry me, Victor?" This was becoming embarrassing. Had he started drinking early this morning? "No, Sir," I felt obliged to answer. He leaned forward and spoke in a low voice. "I'm hung like a horse," he said. "TUCK! Shut the fuck up!" Mrs. Tucker shouted at her husband. Fortunately, we were arriving at the office. I followed them upstairs. They went into their respective offices and I reported to Trudy, who was going to show me the duties I'd be assuming on Friday and Saturday. She took me behind a partition and showed me a variety of equipment that I'd be operating. "You look like someone who got laid last night. Was it anyone I know?" she whispered. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, neither confirming nor denying that I'd gotten lucky. "Was it one of the Tucker sisters? I hear they're hot little sluts." "Definitely not," I said, embarrassed to be having this conversation with her. "It wasn't....?" she asked, pointing in the direction of Mrs. Tucker's office. I shook my head, amazed that she would even consider such a thing. Trudy gave up and began my training. In addition to sending faxes to vendors and the restaurants, distributing incoming faxes, and sorting the mail. Trudy showed me how to answer the telephone and forward calls. It was a few minutes past ten when I answered a call from a woman with a frantic voice. "My produce hasn't arrived. Did that little tramp forget to order it again?" "This is the Tuck Company. Who's calling, please?" I asked the caller. "Victor? Is that you? This is Vera Tucker. I'm sorry I yelled at you." "I'll find out about your produce, Mrs. Tucker," I said and reported the problem of the missing produce to Trudy. Unperturbed, she stepped outside the partition, where she could see Mrs. Tucker's office. "Elizabeth, Vera didn't get her produce." I was right behind Trudy when Mrs. Tucker came out of her office. Her face was pale and she had trouble speaking. "It's not...it's not there?" Betty appeared, waving a facsimile that had just arrived. "Tuck-South got a double order." "How could this happen? Why wasn't I told?" Mrs. Tucker shouted, becoming unraveled. Betty tried to explain that she'd only discovered the error that moment, but Elizabeth Tucker was way beyond listening to reason. Tuck came out of his office, looking disheveled, like he'd just woken up from a nap. "Tell Vera she'll have her produce in thirty minutes," he said to Trudy. He looked sympathetically at his current wife before addressing me. "I'll go with you, Victor. We'll take the van." We left without looking at Mrs. Tucker. I drove the van and Tuck directed me to Tuck-South, which was nearby. During the short trip, Tuck talked incessantly in short sentences. "She's one uptight bitch, isn't she? What she needs is a good fucking. I guess it's my responsibility to give it to her. May I give you some advice, Victor? Don't abandon the mother of your children for a younger woman. Don't become a drunk. It causes problems. I'll have to sober up and fuck my young wife. Are you listening to me, Vic?" "Yes, Sir." "You'll learn some valuable lessons this summer, Vic. Pay attention, and you won't make the same mistakes I've made. I can't teach you what to do, but I can sure as hell teach you what not to do." "Yes, Sir." His candid rambling had me wondering what I'd gotten myself into. What a pathetic mess he'd made of his life. I didn't know which one to feel sorry for, Tuck because he was going to have to sober up to make love to his wife, or his two wives because they were obviously at odds with one another. Tuck got someone to help load Vera's produce order into the van, and sent me on my way to the mid-town restaurant. "Tell her not to be too hard on Elizabeth, then come back and pick me up," he said. I drove as fast as I dared, and got to the mid-town restaurant before eleven A.M. Vera met me at the back door, obviously still upset. Like the day before, she wore a long skirt and lacy blouse. Even in her disagreeable mood, she was an attractive lady. It was easy to see where her daughters got their shapely bodies. After I unloaded the order I volunteered to help set up the salad bar, and my services were accepted. "Thank you for saving the day, Victor," Vera said when everything was under control, and it was time for me to leave. It was nearly one P.M. when I got back to Tuck-South. I could tell that Tuck had had several drinks. He introduced me to the manager, a cousin named Salvatore. Sal asked if I'd eaten. I told him I hadn't. Tuck put away two more drinks while I was having my lunch. Then he had me take him to the house on my way back to the office. Tuck was in another talkative mood. "We're having a family dinner tonight, and you're invited," he said when I dropped him off at the house. Elizabeth Tucker had lost some of her haughtiness when I got back to the office. "Did you tell Vera it was the produce company's mistake?" she asked. "Yes ma'am," I said, wondering if she knew I'd lied to her. From the critical look she gave me I gathered she did. She must have known that I'd delivered her husband back to their home because she didn't ask about him. Perhaps she didn't care. Trudy continued to train me to operate the equipment in back of the partition. There was nothing difficult about her duties, except knowing how to respond to disgruntled callers. At six P.M. we closed the office, and to my surprise, Mrs. Elizabeth Tucker sat in the front seat with me on the ride home. I was cautious not to mention the invitation Tuck had extended to me. And since she didn't say anything, I assumed he would forget about inviting me. We parted, she to the house and I to the cottage. I went inside and discovered the sheets on my bed had been changed. Thirty minutes later I heard both Fiats arrive. It wasn't long before there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Missy dressed in a black uniform with a white apron. "Come in," I said, wanting to investigate if she was wearing panties under the uniform. "I can't. You're to come to dinner at the house." "Don't you want some mouth to mouth?" I asked and watched her grin, sheepishly. She stepped inside. We kissed, and I rubbed the inside of her thigh. "Don't go any higher. You've got to get ready," she said, standing still as my hand went higher. "Who told you to fetch me? Was it Tuck?" "No, it was the missus. You best stop now," she said as my finger parted the lips of her pussy. She was already wet, and my cock was growing. "It was the missus?" I asked, inserting my finger into her pussy. Missy put her hand on my wrist, and moved it downward. "The missus told me to say you need to wear a jacket and tie." Reluctantly, I let her move away from me. "Thanks for changing my bed." "It was the least I could do, seeing as how I helped mess it up," she giggled. "Will I see you later?" "You might, if I don't have to work too late," she said as she stepped outside, and left me watching her walk away. She didn't turn until she reached the back door of the house. Her grin became wide and toothy before she disappeared inside the house. I showered quickly and got dressed in the only summer suit I'd brought with me. Missy and Elizabeth Tucker were busy in the kitchen when I entered the back door. I was surprised when Mrs. Tucker smiled and told me to join the others in the next room. Tuck ask what I wanted to drink as soon as I entered the room. It was an informal room with a wet bar, a large television and a few chairs. Soft music was coming from speakers at each corner of the room. I told him I'd have whatever he was having, and was given a very strong mixture of scotch and water. "You know Eric. That's Caroline and Sarah, but don't ask me which one is which," Tuck joked. I said that I'd met both of them, but didn't know which was which either. Sarah, the younger one, came over and took my arm. "I'm Sarah and you're to be my escort for the evening." "I'm honored to be your escort for the evening," I said, feeling her hand stroke my arm. "Don't get your hopes up, Victor. I don't put out on the first date," Sarah said, loud enough for the others to hear her. I was embarrassed, but when I saw that Tuck was unfazed by his daughter's remark, I became bold. "That's all right, Sarah. I don't mind waiting until our second date. Are you free tomorrow night?" "I only date younger men the third Tuesday of the month," she said, handing her empty glass to her father for a refill. "Tuesday's are bad for me, but I may be able to make an exception." "Oh, I just remembered. My stepmother scheduled me to work that day. Do you have any pull with my stepmother, Victor?" I was aware that Eric and Caroline were watching us. "Not yet, but I'm sure it won't be long before I do," I said, wondering how much longer Tuck was going to permit our banter to continue. From the way Caroline and Eric were laughing, I could see that they were enjoying our give and take. "Next week is the third Tuesday of the month. How much pull will you have by then?" "I'll have to work fast. How much pull do you think it will take?" Tuck handed Sarah her fresh drink and asked me if I was ready for a refill. He seemed oblivious to our small talk. I wondered if he noticed how his daughter was stoking my arm. "No thank you, Sir," I said, declining the offer for a refill. "It depends. Are you a fast puller?" "I'm a pretty fast puller," I boasted, just when Mrs. Tucker came into the room. She looked me over sternly before announcing that dinner was being served. "Elizabeth, Victor wants to take me on a date next Tuesday, but I told him that I have to work that night. He said he has a lot of pull with you. Does he have enough pull for you to schedule someone else for my shift?" I was mortified! I tried to get Mrs. Tucker's attention to let her know I'd made no such claim. But she didn't look my way. "You know how your father feels about changing shifts, Sarah. It just isn't done," she said, as she led the way to the dining room. "I thought you said you were a fast puller," Sarah scolded me, making me want to shrink into the woodwork. Sarah passed the flag to Caroline, who took up the cause and the sisters taunted me all through dinner. I couldn't tell if they were just teasing me, or they were trying to humiliate their stepmother. Eric took my side, but Tuck was no help. I wondered if Sarah surmised there was something going on between Missy and me. Every time Missy came into the room, Sarah was all over me, asking where I planned to take her on our date, and admonishing her stepmother for not yielding to her demands for a shift change. I didn't like the way Mrs. Tucker had to defend her reluctance to change the schedule. For one thing, Sarah had no intentions of going on a date with me. For another, I didn't like the way Missy was glaring at me. Didn't she know Sarah and Caroline were just having fun? Hadn't she seen this type of behavior from the sisters before? I was glad when the evening came to an end. Tuck had disappeared before dessert was served. I thanked Mrs. Tucker for inviting me, nodded to Missy, and followed Eric and the sisters outside. Caroline wrapped her arms around my neck, and I was surprised to see Sarah do the same with Eric. "Are you really a fast puller?" Caroline asked. "I'm not as good as I once was, but I'm better..." I said, borrowing from the country song. Does she know how hard I'm getting? She kissed me, and I noticed Sarah was doing the same with Eric. Caroline broke the kiss, and looked down at where my cock was making my pants protrude. "I'd like to see if you can push as well as you pull," she said before kissing me again. Almost on cue, the sisters changed places, and Sarah's mouth was pressed to mine. "I get off at eleven. Do you want to meet me at my house or do you want me to come here?" she asked. Was she serious? I pulled her to me, and stuck my tongue in her mouth. From the response I got, I decided that she wasn't kidding. "I don't know where you live." "I'll be here at eleven-thirty," she said, breaking away from me and following Caroline to one of the cars. The car was roaring away before I knew what was happening. Eric walked half way to the cottage with me. "You'll get used to them soon," he said. "I'm not going to be here long enough to get used to this," I said. We laughed together and he admitted that I could be right. "Keep your chin up, kid," he said as he shook my hand. I heard the other Fiat start, and roar away before I got inside the cottage. I tried to read a book, but couldn't concentrate. Would Missy show up, or was she disgusted with the way I'd acted at dinner? At midnight, I gave up and went to bed. The next morning Missy met me at the back door with the usual coffee and muffin. "I couldn't get away last night," she said, apologetically. "That's okay. There's always tonight," I said, hopeful that she would come to the cottage. She grinned, and I was almost sure that meant she was looking forward to our night together as much as me. Mrs. Tucker came out of the house alone. I opened the passenger's door, but she pointed to the back seat. I had to close the door I was holding open and open the one she'd indicated. We rode the short distance to work in silence, and when we got there, she jumped out of the car and ran up the stairs. I followed, admiring the way her ass swayed from side to side. "What's wrong with Mrs. T this morning?" Trudy whispered. "I would be speculating if I hazard a guess," I whispered back, refusing to say more. We went about our work. She quizzed me on each phase of her job to make sure I could handle her duties. "You have everything down cold. I guess I can take Saturday off," she said. "You know how Tuck feels about skipping a shift," I said, repeating what Mrs. Tucker had told Sarah the evening before. Trudy made a face. "By the way, who else will be here on Saturday?" I asked, fearing that I would be alone. "Don't worry. Betty will be here with you, but don't count on her to help you. She'll be terribly busy catching up on her own work," Trudy said. "Catching up? You mean she's off today and tomorrow?" Trudy saw what I was getting at. Mrs. Tucker and I would be alone on Friday. "Stop worrying. She won't bite. If it's slow on Sunday I'll let you take me to lunch at Tuck-South." "I'm the only one that has to work seven days a week," I lamented. "Yes, but you'll be alone with one of us the next three days. If it's slow you'll have lots of fun." Trudy did her best to put me at ease. I didn't mind being alone with Betty, and I was looking forward to being alone with Trudy. It was Friday that concerned me. I'd do anything to avoid being alone with the Witch. Tuck called and asked me to come to the house to pick him up. I left the office at eleven-thirty and drove him to the mid-town restaurant. He invited me to have lunch with him; which I gratefully accepted. After I ate he sent me back to the office. Well, I couldn't complain about the meal plan. I was getting plenty to eat and although it was always the same menu, I was able to have something different every day. I'd noticed two things; Vera Tucker was not there and Tuck hadn't ordered anything to drink. I waited all afternoon for Tuck to call for me to come back for him, but we didn't hear from him. Trudy didn't have any answers, and I didn't dare ask Mrs. Tucker about her husband. At six P.M. Trudy wished me luck, saying she would see me on Sunday. I told her to have a good time on her days off. Fifteen minutes later, Mrs. Tucker was ready to lock up. Again, she rode in the back seat. Nothing was said between us. When we arrived at the house Mrs. Tucker got out of the car before I could open the door for her. I couldn't help but watch as she strode to the house. I checked my cell phone for the first time in days and discovered my brother had left a message. Thinking that it would be good to tell someone about the strange place I found myself in, I returned his call. I described the various members of the family, and how I'd been ridiculed at dinner the evening before. My brother chided me when I told him that I was expected to work seven days a week. "Better you than me," he said. I told him to fuck off and hung up. Anyway, Missy was at the door with a tray of food for me. She sat down at the table and watched me eat. "The missus is eating alone," she told me. "Tuck hasn't shown up?" I asked. She shook her head. "She may go to bed early and ask me to answer the telephone if it rings." "You're coming back later, aren't you?" I asked, anxiously. Missy took my hand, and held it to her breast. "I will if I can. But like I say, she may ask me to listen for the phone to ring. If Mr. Tuck calls, you'll have to go pick him up someplace." "Try to come back. I missed you last night." "I missed you, too. Maybe I'll come back anyway, even if she asks me to listen for the phone," she said, bringing the back of my hand to her lips, and holding it there. "Don't get into trouble, Missy. He may call early. I'll go after him, and then we'll have the rest of the night together." "Okay, I'll do it your way. I hope he calls early," she said, releasing my hand, and getting up to leave. "Don't leave yet. I haven't checked to see if you're wearing panties." Missy leaned down to kiss me on the cheek. "I've got to go. She may want coffee. Anyway, I've got panties on. When I come back I'll wear my swimsuit. You can check me all over." Not wanting her to get into trouble with Mrs. Tucker, I let her go. As I finished my meal I thought about my brother, and how he'd always laughed at me. I called home and he answered on the first ring. "It's you again?" he asked. "I thought it was Sean. We're going out tonight and..." "You're going out with the guys? Let me tell you what's happening here. The housekeeper is coming back after awhile, and we're going to fuck until daylight. She was here the other night..." "You're making this up," he said, interrupting me. "Let me tell you about the setup here. Last night the boss's two daughters were here for dinner. They both kissed me goodnight, and the younger one is coming to see me on Tuesday night." Summer Employment Ch. 02 "Stop trying to shit me. Admit it, you're not getting any." "The housekeeper is..." "You're dreaming. Wait until I tell the guys about this," he said, hanging up before I could say more. What difference did it make whether he believed me or not? I knew what had happened two nights before, and it had been the best sex I'd ever had. Missy was coming back later. That's all that mattered. I turned out the lights in the cottage, and sat in the dark to give her cover when she came. As it grew darker, I couldn't even make out where the door was. Why was the pool not lighted? Why were there no outside lights on the house? The sound of a splash traveled through the evening air, sending me scrambling to find my swimsuit in the darkened room. Had Tuck called to say he didn't need a ride home? Had Mrs. Tucker told Missy that she would listen for the phone? No matter, I was in luck. I raced toward the pool and stubbed my toe on the skirt. "Damn! Fuck! Shit!" I screamed just before I hit the water. I came up coughing and temporarily blinded by the darkness. I looked around for Missy and caught a glimpse of her white suit under the diving board. Why wasn't she coming to my aid? Hadn't she heard my painful scream? I swam to the deep end of the pool, guided only by the white material of her top. I closed the distance between us as quickly as possible. Just before our lips met I heard a gasp. I knew immediately that it wasn't Missy. Her lips were soft and thick. The lips I was kissing were thin, yet demanding. NO! Could it be that I was kissing the boss's wife? Mrs. Tucker's arms were around my neck, and I had to hold onto the side of the pool to support us. Didn't she know who she was kissing? How could I escape without her knowing it was me? I kissed back and felt her open her mouth. Was that her leg wrapped around mine? And then, all of a sudden it was over. She pushed me away. "Go," she said, "swim to the other end of the pool and come back." The boss's wife was giving me an order, like she knew it was me. I swam to the other end of the pool and back, seeing that she had moved out from under the diving board as I approached. Mrs. Tucker pulled me to her. "Is she watching?" she asked. "Huh?" "She's probably looking out the window. If she sees what we're doing she'll tell my husband," Mrs. Tucker said before tipping her head to be kissed. I obliged her, penetrating her lips with my tongue this time. She met my tongue with hers; dueling playfully. I had one hand on her ass, and used the other one to support us in the water. Was this really happening? Just when I was positioning my hand to feel her pussy, she pushed me away. "Hurry to the other end, and look to see if she's watching on your way back," Mrs. Tucker said. Thinking that no one would know if I went all the way, I cut the next lap short. On my way back I looked up at the house. There was a light in one of the upstairs rooms, and Missy's outline was clearly showing. "Is she watching?" Mrs. Tucker asked. "I didn't see her," I lied. Mrs. Tucker wrapped her arms around my neck, and locked her ankles at the back of my legs. I used both hands to support us and we really went at it this time. Her tongue became the aggressor, and we humped each other like two dogs in heat. "Are you sure she wasn't watching?" Mrs. Tucker asked. "I'm sure," I said, wishing I could use my hands to undress her. "Check again. See if she's watching," Mrs. Tucker said as she disconnected her arms and legs from me. "She's not watching," I tried to convince her. "Go check. I'll be right here when you get back." There was a hint of a surprise in her offer, so I swam to the center of the pool, and looked back at the house where I'd spotted Missy before. She was still there. Was she waving at me? What was she trying to tell me? I went back to Mrs. Tucker, and told her I hadn't seen anything. She lifted one of my hands to the top of the pool. In so doing; I discovered that Mrs. Tucker was topless. Her tits looked inviting. I lowered my head and took one of her nipples in my mouth. "Hurry," she said, lifting my other hand to the top of the pool. She struggled to pull my swimsuit down with one hand while she clung to my shoulder with the other one. My cock sprang to attention and I felt her hand gripping it. The thought of Mrs. Tucker, the Witch, caressing my hard-on was almost more than I could stand. With a little jump, she wrapped her legs around me like before. Only this time she was both topless and bottomless and my cock was pointing right where I wanted it. Apparently, we had the same objective in mind. I felt her hand guide my cock. From the way she moved the head around, touching briefly, moving to another spot, I thought she'd never find the target. Just when I was ready to give up, she grunted and brought her pelvis forward, impaling herself on my cock. I took over, thrusting forward, jamming her ass against the side of the pool. Mrs. Tucker had her arms around my back, her ankles locked behind my ass, and our lips pressed together. Talk about a surprise fuck. Never, in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I would have Mrs. Tucker pinned against the side of the pool with my cock driving up and in, up and in, up and in. Nor would I have thought that she would be talking to me, demanding that I not stop, and for me to fuck her harder. I didn't last very long, but it was long enough to give her what she wanted, the mother of all orgasms, as she put it. She clung to me, panting and kissing me. "This will never happen again," she said, but I still felt her milking my cock, like she was trying to get it hard for another go. "Come inside the cottage with me. It'll be better next time," I said, almost begging. "We have to stop now. My husband must never find out about this. He's ruthless. He would kill both of us and think nothing of it," she said, freeing my cock from her pussy. I was having second thoughts. What if Missy had seen us? Would she be angry enough at me to tell Tuck what she'd seen? "Where's Tuck?" I asked. Mrs. Tucker was becoming restless. She was trying to push me away. "They went to Vera's house. He's probably sleeping with her." "Come into the cottage with me," I said again, kissing her, becoming encouraged when she kissed me back. "She might see us," Mrs. Tucker said. I could tell by the way she said it that she wanted to believe differently. "She won't. It's dark," I assured her, pulling her toward the side of the pool. I don't know if she didn't look up at the house to see if Missy was watching or if she wasn't thinking straight, but Mrs. Tucker followed me. I got a clean towel and was drying her when she realized that she'd left her swimsuit beside the pool. "You won't need it in here," I said causing her to giggle. "What do you have in mind for me?" she asked. I couldn't believe my good fortune. The Witch was almost human. Maybe it was her nudity that caused me to become cocky. "I'm going to fuck you until you beg for more." I was beginning to get hard again and I certainly had the desire. How many more chances would I have with the boss's wife before I got fired, or murdered? She opened her legs to permit me to dry her thighs. When I patted her pussy she said, "You can do better than that." I picked her up and carried her to the bed. She giggled again when I tossed her in the middle and got between her legs. It was too dark to see her expression. I was anxious to prove her right; I could do better. "VIC," she screamed as my tongue penetrated her pussy. It was encouraging to hear her call me Vic and I worked hard to get her to say it again. I parted the pubic hair and used my thumbs to spread her lips so my tongue could go deeper. It made my ego soar to turn the office czar into a whimpering pool of pudding, begging for more. Mrs. Tucker, the woman whose ire had made me want to hide was now biting a pillow and pawing the sheets to keep from shrieking. Her entire body was limp, jumping like an electrical shock had hit it each time I teased her clit. "Please," she said in a pitiful whisper that made me want to comfort her. I moved to her side and wrapped my arms around her. She buried her head in my chest, still jerking each time an aftershock hit her. I stroked her back, arms and tummy until her body stopped shaking. "Victor?" she asked, using her index finger to part my chest hair. "Yes, Mrs. Tucker?" She laughed. It was a throaty laugh that made her abdomen shake. "I think, considering how well we've gotten to know each other, that you should call me Elizabeth." "Yes, Elizabeth?" "Did the maid see us?" "Yes," I said, truthfully. "I'm sorry that I lied to you before, Elizabeth." "I knew she was watching too," she confessed. "Missy isn't a snitch," I said, hoping that I was correct. "You don't know her. She has a price. Will you find out what it is, please?" "I'll talk to her in the morning. I feel responsible," I said. "Oh, no, it wasn't your fault, Victor," Elizabeth said, turning to me. I felt her breasts touch my chest and she must have felt my cock probing her thighs. We worked together to get into position, her rolling onto her back, and me following to crouch between her legs. A few grunts later, a sigh of relief, and I was in her, probing deeper and deeper. We spoke in monotones, her directing me in short, but unintelligible sentences and me, mumbling nonsensically. We were both playing with fire, and we knew it. We'd been seen by Missy. If she told Tuck, there would be hell to pay, possibly death. Believe me when I say this fuck was worth taking the risk. Mrs. Tucker, Elizabeth, was horny, hungry, and had an unquenchable thrust for sex. I, on the other hand, was a young kid, too stupid to turn down a good thing. If I understood her correctly, Elizabeth praised me for pushing deep, warned me not to stop, and cajoled me for slowing down. But I may have misunderstood her. I was consumed with the knowledge that I was having my way with the boss's beautiful wife. I was also busy concentrating on staying connected. When she finally let me stop, we were so spent that it took minutes to regain our breathing. "You're a treasure, Victor," Elizabeth said as she pushed me off of her. She gave me a steaming kiss before delivering the bad news. "Too bad this has to end, but it does." I tried to convince her that I could convince Missy to remain mum, but Elizabeth wasn't buying it. I gave her a T-shirt, and after a final kiss, she left. The next morning I went out to the pool, found both pieces of the swimsuit, and hid them in the towel closet before walking to the house. ***** Two down and six to go, chapters that is, not women. There are only five more women. Summer Employment Ch. 03 Chapter 3 More Elizabeth Characters: Victor Thomas: College student, age nineteen Brian Thomas: College student, age eighteen Tuck Tucker: Owns three restaurants, age fifty-five (Franco Touchily) Elizabeth Tucker; The Witch, Tuck's second wife, age Thirty-two Betty: Bookkeeper, petite, meek, age thirty-seven Trudy: Office worker, age twenty. Large eyes are her distinguishing feature. Vera Tucker: Tuck's first wife and mother of his daughters. Age forty-three Eric: Restaurant Manager and fiancée of Caroline Tucker Caroline Tucker: Tuck's older daughter, age twenty-three Sarah Tucker; Tuck's younger daughter, age Twenty-one Melinda: Housekeeper in Tucker home, Black, goes by Missy, age Twenty-eight Salvatore: Tuck's cousin, manager of Tuck-South Missy met me at the back door with a coffee and my usual muffin in hand. "He didn't call, so I couldn't make it last night," she said, wistfully. I took the coffee and muffin from her, too stunned to know what to say. Why was she playing dumb? "That's okay. I know you would have come to the cottage if you could have." "Maybe tonight," she said, expectantly cheerful. "I hope so," I said, backing away. "Hey, aren't you going to check to see if I'm wearing panties this morning?" Missy asked, smiling wickedly. Was she really asking me to put my finger in her pussy after what she'd witnessed last night? Dutifully, I stacked the muffin on top of the coffee cup and reached under her uniform skirt with my left hand. Missy spread her legs to accommodate my hand. I rolled the flesh of her inner thigh as my hand moved upward, slowly inching my way to her junction. "Hurry," she whispered, crouching slightly to meet my hand. Just as I felt the moist fabric, she pulled away, saying, "She's coming." I hadn't heard anything, but I took Missy at her word and pulled my hand out from under her skirt. She was right; Elizabeth appeared, wearing tan slacks, a silk blouse and sandals. The two women exchanged a glance as the maid made room for the boss's wife to ease by. "Have a good day, missus," Missy said and Elizabeth responded with a curt, "Thank you". I walked briskly to the car with Elizabeth right behind me. "Backseat," I heard her say and opened the back door for her. I arranged my coffee so it wouldn't spill and started the car. We were barely out of sight of the house when Elizabeth spoke. "What did she say?" I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that she was leaning forward, mouth open, expectantly watching me. "She acted as though she didn't see anything, so I didn't ask her what she wants." "Damn!" Elizabeth said, leaning back in her seat, looking frustrated. "She's biding her time, wanting me to crack. We'll have to stop. Don't even try to touch me again, Victor." "Maybe she didn't see anything. I'll try to find out tonight," I offered. Elizabeth, if she detected what I was saying, didn't react to my statement about finding out what Missy had seen. "Did you happen to see my suit?" she asked. "I found the two pieces next to the pool. They were still damp. At first, I thought to hang them in the shower to dry, but I thought better and hid them under a stack of clean towels," I said. "She'll find it. She goes through my things when I'm at work," Elizabeth said, sounding and looking totally crushed. We were parked in front of the office, neither of us getting out of the car. Elizabeth was chewing on her bottom lip, contemplatively. Should I tell her that I was sorry that it happened? No, that would be a lie. She was obviously sorry she'd let it happen. But she had, hadn't she? It was partially her doing. She could have sent me to the cottage, waited a few minutes, put her suit back on and gone into the house as if nothing had happened in the pool. Missy hadn't seen anything until Elizabeth followed me into the cottage. I decided that it was more than partially her fault that Missy had seen us. "Why don't you fire her?" I asked, not that I wanted Missy gone. I was only offering a solution to our mutual problem. Still, there was the possibility that Missy would tell Tuck what she had seen, especially if she were out of work. "Frank would never agree to it. She was here before I came," Elizabeth said. Who was Frank? I decided she must be referring to Tuck. She got out of the car and I hurried to unlock the door. She looked back as I followed her up the stairs, giving me a 'don't-watch-me-that-way' look. I couldn't keep my eyes off her ass as she ran up the stairs. Telephone calls and the fax machine kept me busy until nine A.M. when Elizabeth stuck her head around the partition to ask if I wanted coffee. I followed her into the combination kitchen and break area. The coffee was already made. She poured the steaming liquid into two cups, and we took our seats at the table. "I know he's sleeping with her. I'd love to catch him," she began, obviously wanting to talk. I assumed she was talking about her husband and his ex-wife. "He didn't come home last night?" I asked. She shook her head. Was that a tear running down her cheek? "He never does." I was wondering what she meant when she explained. "Vera only takes one day off at a time, but it's never the same day of the week. She tries to keep me guessing, but I can almost pinpoint the day because it's always when the girls are working." I remembered that Vera was not at the mid-town restaurant when I took Tuck there the day before. I also remembered that he had not ordered an alcoholic beverage. Elizabeth must have known that her husband wouldn't be home. That's why she took a chance with me. It was so simple. Why hadn't Missy figured it out? Ah, she didn't have access to the sisters' schedules. The telephone rang. I started to get up, but Elizabeth shook her head and told me to let the answering machine get it. "I take it Caroline and Sarah live with their mother?" I asked. "Yes, they have a larger home than ours. It's near the mid-town restaurant." Elizabeth must have seen me frown, perplexed. Her questioning expression was so caring that I leaned over to kiss her. She pulled back, horrified that I would try to kiss her. "I thought Eric and Caroline lived together. He said something about an apartment the first day we met." "They do. It's at the back of Vera's house. There's a separate entrance, I think." "You haven't seen it?" I asked. She shook her head. "Only from the street. I've never been inside," she said, getting up to signal it was time to go back to work. It was a busy morning. I had my hands full, sending and receiving faxes, answering the phone, and checking the computer for emails. At one point, two telephone calls came in at the same time. I was trying to take care of the first one so I could answer the second call when I heard Elizabeth talking in a louder than normal tone. "Trudy has the day off, Frank. We're busy. Can't one of the girls...I'll send him, but let him come right back here because we're busy. Don't you dare, Frank." I was filling out a 'while-you-were-out' form when Elizabeth came around the partition. "He wants you to pick him up. Take him where he wants to go and hurry back," she said. "Where is he?" I asked. I watched a sad expression appear in her eyes. "I'll draw a map," she said. "Will you be all right alone?" I asked, wanting to show my concern for her. "Yes, I'll be fine. Just don't bring him back here," she said, letting her hand linger on mine as she handed me a hurriedly-drawn sketch. The sketch showed the mid-town restaurant, as a familiar reference point. The address where I was to go was on a parallel street. It was easy to find and I was surprised to see that I was in a neighborhood of large homes. I pulled into the drive and Tuck came out, followed by Vera. He was dressed the same as the day before. She looked stunning in a long, colorful skirt and white blouse, silk, like the one Elizabeth was wearing that day. They got into the back seat, and Tuck told me to take them to the mid-town restaurant. He was in a jovial mood. "Did you have any trouble finding us, Victor?" "No, Sir." I responded, wondering how I was going to refuse to drive him to the office if he demanded that I take him there. "This wasn't necessary, Frank. I usually walk to work," Vera scolded her ex-husband. "Only the best for my honey," he said. I drove the few blocks and stopped the car at the rear of the restaurant. Vera thanked me for the ride. Tuck invited me inside to have lunch. "Thank you, Sir, but it's pretty busy at the office," I said, hoping he would remember what Elizabeth had told him. "I'll call you when I'm finished here," he said, getting out of the car and following Vera through the back door. Driving back to work, I put the known clues together. This was my fifth day working for the company and I was getting the picture. Vera and Elizabeth had both referred to Tuck as Frank. Vera had taken Thursday off. When would she be off again? Being able to calculate this would give me an opportunity for another night with Elizabeth. I had to get my hands on the sisters' work schedule. Did Tuck really sleep with his ex-wife? Would Sarah show up at the cottage on Tuesday night after her shift? Would she tell me if her parents slept together on nights when her mother was off from work? I was still contemplating the clues when I climbed the stairs to the office. Paramount in my mind was finding out what Missy had seen and what she was planning to do with her information. What would she want in return for silence and how high was Elizabeth prepared to go to secure it? I had my work cut out for me. Work hell; my brother would never believe the fun I was having. Elizabeth was busy sorting incoming faxes when I went behind the partition. She turned and smiled at me. "Where did you take them?" she asked. How did she know it was both of them? "To mid-town," I said. Her body grazed mine as she left the work area to go back to her office. It was as slight graze, not a bump and run. If she noticed the graze she didn't show it. I managed to get back into the stream of things, answering the phone, telling callers that both Betty and Trudy were out, taking messages or transferring calls to Elizabeth's extension. It was eleven-thirty before I knew it. Elizabeth came into the work area and asked what I wanted to eat. Thinking she was going to send out for sandwiches, I said anything would be good. Instead of leaving to order our lunch, she lingered. It made me nervous for her to watch me work. I dropped the stapler to the floor and turned my body, intending to bend down and pick it up. I felt my right thigh rub against her left thigh. She didn't move, and I found myself searching her eyes for an indication as to what I should do next. She tilted her head, tantalizingly. I kissed her, lightly on the lips and felt her hand on my arm. The kiss increased, becoming intense. I heard the phone ring. Did Elizabeth hear it? She showed no sign that she did. Her arms were around my neck and my hands were cupping the cheeks of her ass. Her tongue fought with mine as she wiggled her ass while rubbing her tummy against my cock. The phone continued to ring as I lowered my lips to nibble on her earlobe. She tipped her head back to give me better access to her neck. Didn't she hear the phone ringing? I touched my lips to the upper part of her breast when she pushed herself away. "Phone," she said, mumbled really. Elizabeth's face was flushed, and her hair was out of place. "Tuck's," I said into the receiver. "What the hell's going on there?" a female shouted at me. I recognized the voice. It was Vera. "It's been...hectic here, Mrs. Tucker." "Victor? I didn't mean to yell at you. One of my servers hasn't shown up. Please tell Elizabeth that I need a replacement and I need her right now. I glanced at the clock as I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered the message to Elizabeth. It was eleven-forty-five. Had we been making out that long? "Ask her who didn't come in," Elizabeth said. "Mrs. Tucker wants to know who didn't report to work," I said to Vera. "What the fuck difference...I'm sorry, Victor. Find out when I can have a replacement here." I didn't bother to put my hand over the mouthpiece this time. "She wants to know when she can expect the replacement." "Who's out?" Elizabeth asked. "I heard that!" Vera shouted. "Tell her to send me a replacement and I'll take care of disciplining my employee. I don't need Elizabeth to tell me how to run my business." Elizabeth must have seen it in my eyes, but I relayed the message anyway, although not in Vera's words. "She won't tell me," I said. Elizabeth had lost the standoff and she knew it. "I'll see what I can do," she said, heading to her office. I told Vera that I would call her back as soon as Elizabeth found a replacement. "Please call me as soon as you know, Victor," Vera said and I assured that I would call her. Elizabeth had to make three calls before she found an off-duty server willing to report to the mid-town restaurant. "They're at home, but they won't come to the phone because they don't want to work for Vera," she said when she told me the name of the replacement. I called Vera. "What's her name?" Vera asked when I told her the replacement would report for duty in fifteen minutes. "Mrs. Tucker said you'll find out when she gets there," I answered, holding the receiver away from my ear, expecting to be reprimanded for being impertinent. Vera thanked me and hung up. Elizabeth, who was watching, didn't know that Vera's response had been civil. She gave me the thumbs up sign and then came near enough for me to pull her to me. "You didn't say what you would like to eat," she said, tucking her head into my chest. "You," I said, feeling her body shake when she got my meaning. "Oh, Victor, I wish...I wish last night had never happened. It's all I've thought about since." "I want more of you," I said. "I shouldn't be alone with you. I'm old enough to know better," she said, lifting her lips to be kissed. We were back at it when the phone rang. She heard it before I did and pulled away. "That damn phone," she said, stomping into the kitchen, leaving me with another hard on and the phone to answer. It was Sal, Tuck's cousin, wanting to know where Tuck was. I told him Tuck was at the mid-town restaurant. "Good!" Sal said, "That means he'll be sober. I need a golf partner." Then, in a low, confidential voice, "Don't say anything about this to Liz. We usually tie one on after golf. You will probably have to pick him up at my house tomorrow, not too early though, okay?" I assured him that I wouldn't say anything to Mrs. Tucker and he told me that I was a good kid. The ringing telephone kept me from running into the kitchen to give Elizabeth the good news. As I spoke to the caller, I considered the situation. Tuck wouldn't come home again tonight. That meant that Elizabeth could come to the cottage without fear of being caught by her husband. But what would we do about Missy? She had promised to come to the cottage. Elizabeth could tell Missy to stay in the house and listen for Tuck to call. I gave the caller so many excuses that he said he would call back Monday when he could speak to someone who knew what they were doing. By the time I got rid of the caller I had a plan in place. I would level with Elizabeth by telling her that Tuck would not be home, but that Missy had promised to come to the cottage, and that this was our best chance to find out what the maid wanted in exchange for her silence. Would Elizabeth go along with this plan? It depended upon which was more important to her; getting laid or gaining Missy's silence. From the way Elizabeth had reacted before we were interrupted, it was the former. I knew what I had to do; satisfy Elizabeth's needs first, and then have my fun with Missy, with Elizabeth's consent. She turned from the stove when I burst through the swinging door and it was clear by her slackened jaw and dilated eyes that she knew what was going to happen. She retreated, seeming to turtle, accepting the inevitable as I closed the distance between us. "Wait," she said, calmly. Her eyes never left mine as she felt for the knobs on the stove. With only a slight tremble of her fingers, she found the knobs and extinguished the burners. "You lock the door. I'll change the answering machine to pick up on the first ring," she said. The words were still floating in the air when I descended the stairs, threw the latch, and placed the closed sign in the window. When I reached the top of the stairs I heard her voice coming from her office, "I'm in here." I went to the office door and looked inside to see her standing next to the desk, unbuttoning her blouse. She was taking her time, but this was no striptease. She was simply removing her clothes, like she would do when getting ready for bed. She let the blouse fall to the desk behind her and reached for the fasteners that held the straps of her bra together. I watched, admiring the nonchalant way she lowered the bra. I also admired the way her breasts stood erect on her chest. I'd felt her breast the night before, even tweaked her nipples. However, it had been dark, and this was the first time I'd viewed them. Elizabeth didn't pose or even look my way to seek my approval. She didn't need to see me to know that she had my undivided attention. As if getting ready for bed, she took her breasts in her hands, lifting them, and then letting them drop, like they were small animals, being freed after a day of confinement. I noticed a small grin cross her lips. It was as if she knew I was watching, and that I liked what I was seeing. She felt for the top button of her slacks, and at the same time, she shot a quick look at me. Instinctively, I knew she was telling me to remove my clothes. So I began unbuttoning my shirt. She was getting out of her slacks at the same time I dropped my shirt on a nearby chair. Elizabeth stood next to her desk with her feet a foot apart. Her panties were white, probably cotton, selected for comfort, telling me that undressing in her office had not entered her mind when she got dressed this morning. She watched as I removed my pants and then we kicked our shoes off at the same time. It had been dark the night before, and we'd had sex by touch. I was getting my first look at her flat tummy, her thin waist, and her shapely thighs. Her eyes were busily roaming my body, too. As if we were on the same wavelength, she lowered her panties at the same time I stuck my thumbs in the waistband of my jockey shorts. Again, the slightest grin crossed her lips as I walked toward her, my cock waving proudly. Elizabeth was on her knees in an instant, spreading saliva up and down my cock with her tongue. Once she was satisfied that it was fully coated, she took my balls in her palm, and gently lifted them as if she was checking the weight. Then, grinning up at me, she engulfed three inches of my cock, backed off of it, sucking all the way, and then did the same thing again, taking three and a half inches this time. Over and over, Elizabeth opened her mouth, measured three and a half inches, backed off, sucking so hard that it made a popping sound each time she got to the end. It was after one of these pops that I let go, unexpectedly spraying cum on her face, down to her breasts and onto the carpet. Unperturbed, Elizabeth went back to sucking until she drained me dry. I was unsteady on my feet, even before she tugged on my balls. "Are you still hungry for me?" she asked as I sunk to my knees. Although I could have used a few minutes to recoup, I told her I was starving and pushed her onto her back. Her ass landed in the cum we'd dumped on the carpet, but Elizabeth didn't seem to notice. She spread her legs apart as much as possible in the confined space and I went to work on her pussy. This was much easier than the night before because I could see what I was doing. The pubic hair was short and soft, barely covering her pussy. There was no need to spread the hair or open her lips the way I'd done in the dark the night before. I could easily see the pink, rippled surface that I'd only been able to feel with my tongue the night before. Juices were flowing, making the two petals slippery, and filling the small office with her unique, overpowering aroma. Summer Employment Ch. 03 In addition to being able to see what I was doing, I had the advantage of having been there before, and knew what I was doing. Elizabeth was a big help, too. She guided me, told me what worked best, and held my head in place to make sure I complied with her demands. It was just as intense as the night before, but Elizabeth didn't have a pillow to muffle her screams and no sheets to claw, so she was uninhibited and very vocal. According to my count, she'd climaxed twice before I touched her clit. I flicked it with my tongue, twice, and that set her off. "FUCK!" she shouted and then, "FUCK ME!" I moved up her body and was about to obey her command when she stopped me. "Wait, not here," she said, putting her hand on my chest. I helped her to her feet and she directed me to sit on the desk with my feet hanging over the side. Elizabeth put her hands around my neck and pulled herself up, bending her legs at the knees. I saw what she was doing, and put my hands on her ass to help pull her into position. Her knees were on either side of my thighs, and her pussy was lined up with my cock. All of a sudden a thought popped into my head. "Are you protected?" I asked. Elizabeth began laughing so hard that she would have fallen off the desk if I my hands hadn't been holding her ass. I wondered what was so funny. "Talk about locking the barn door after the horse is out," she said, still laughing. "Have you forgotten about fucking me last night?" "I'll never forget last night," I said, embarrassed that I'd raised the question. Obviously, she was on the pill or something. She wouldn't take that kind of chance would she? Still, she was cheating on her husband, and concerned that he would find out. Was she fucking me to get even with Tuck, or was she really as horny as she was acting? I felt her take my cock in her hand. I looked down to see that she was moving it up and down her slit to coat the head with lubricating moisture. Suddenly, with a grunt, she lowered her ass, and we were connected, all the way. "Don't worry, I'm on the pill. Frank says he's too old to father more kids." I processed this as she began bouncing, slowly, in short strokes. Our movement was restricted because I was in a sitting position and couldn't push upward. I did try to help by lifting her ass with my hands. Having her tits rub against my chest each time she rose and fell was great, but the most erotic part was the way we were able to study each other's facial expressions. I tried to get her to laugh by mimicking her, opening my mouth, twisting my lips and wiggling my nose. Her eyes never left mine, concentrating on her efforts. At one point she stopped, bottomed out, and clinched her pussy to make my cock jump. She grinned at the surprise on my face, but I couldn't get her to laugh. She resumed bouncing. When she got close, I crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out the corner of my mouth. That did it. She climaxed, laughing. She laughed so hard that it made me shoot my cum inside her. We stayed connected until my cock shrunk, and then I carried her to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet. "Did you like that?" she asked, as she watched me wash my cock in the sink. I knew she wanted to hear that it was special, but I couldn't lie. "Feeling your breasts rub my chest, and watching your facial expressions was great, but I like missionary better." "I didn't want to do it on the carpet," she said. "Maybe next time," I said as I dried my cock and turned to leave. "There won't be a next time, Victor. Don't ever look at me again the way you did. It worked once, but I won't respond the way I did today. I can't. I have too much to lose," she said, sounding serious. I left her sitting on the john and went back to work. I was checking the messages left on the answering machine when Elizabeth joined me. Fortunately, there were no emergencies, but there were three that required Elizabeth's attention. She went to her office to return the calls, and I sorted the new faxes that had arrived. "Damn you, Victor!" I heard her shout. I quickly stepped around the partition to see what had upset her. "I stepped in your semen. Why didn't you tell me you were going to do that?" What was she talking about? I guess the blank expression on my face made her realize the absurdity of the situation. We were still nude, had just had great sex together, and she was complaining about getting some of my cum on her foot. She started to laugh and I laughed with her. "Don't look at me that way. I told you it won't work again," she said as I walked toward her. She didn't retreat this time, and when I put my arms around her she didn't resist. "I'm sorry I got cum on your carpet, Elizabeth." "I think I got some in my hair," she said, giggling. Our closeness was getting me hard again. I wanted to be careful because I needed to save myself for Missy, but I also wanted to take this opportunity to change Elizabeth's mind about cutting me off. "You didn't mean it when you said that was our last time, did you?" She raised her head, and kissed me on the lips. "We'll need to be careful. I meant it when I said for you to never look at me the way you did in the kitchen." "I won't," I promised. We went back to work, making up for the time we'd lost. One of the incoming faxes was from an attorney's office. It was addressed to Franco Touchily, President of Tuck's Restaurant Chain. I decided that Tuck used Tucker for business purposes, but his legal name was Franco Touchily. I didn't get dressed until I saw that Elizabeth had her clothes on. When we locked up the office everything was in order. Even my cum had dried, and it would take a very observant person to spot the small spot in Elizabeth's office. I waited until we were on our way to the house before telling her about Sal's telephone call. Elizabeth was riding in the back seat for appearance sake. I watched her in the rear view mirror as she considered the possibilities. She didn't put it into words, but I knew what she was thinking. "Missy's going to pay me a visit after it gets dark. Perhaps I can find out if she saw anything," I said, watching Elizabeth's reaction to the news that Missy was going to come to the cottage. "You're going to have sex with the maid?" she asked, like it was news to her. Who was being coy now? I knew that she'd seen Missy and me cavorting in the swimming pool on Tuesday night, and afterward go into the cottage. "I'm sure she saw us last night. Even if she didn't see us, she probably found your swimsuit hidden in the towel closet. You told me that she looks through everything when you're not at home. You want me to find out what she wants, don't you?" Elizabeth looked as if she was making a difficult decision. Was it worth letting Missy visit me in the cottage? I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. "You better not fail or I'll have your ass," she said. I caught her looking at me in the mirror and smiled. She returned my smile, telling me that all was well between us. Elizabeth must have known that I was hungry, having skipped lunch to have sex. I was on the phone with my brother when Missy came into the cottage carrying a tray of food. Not wanting the food to get cold, I handed my cell phone to Missy. "My brother doesn't believe me. Tell him how much sex I'm getting," I said, already beginning to shovel food into my mouth. She looked at me, horrified, and then at the phone, like it was a rattlesnake, ready to strike. "Go on. Talk to him. Tell him your name," I said, trying to calm her down. "What's his name?" she asked in a whisper, holding the phone at arm's length. "Victor," I answered her without thinking. Her dark eyes became larger than normal. "No way, you're Victor," she said. "Hurry up and talk to him before he hangs up. I'll explain later," I said. "Hello?" Missy said, followed by, "This is Missy speaking." "Yes." "What did he ask you?" I asked. "He asked if I'm really black," she said. "Yes," she said, again. "What did he ask you?" I asked again. "He asked if I let you fuck me," she said, grinning now, like she was beginning to have fun answering my brother's questions. "Two times, but I'm coming to see him again tonight," she said into the phone, and then to me, "He doesn't believe me." "Tell him how it happened," I said, wanting my brother to eat his guts out when he heard Missy describe our first time together. "Am I coming back tonight?" she asked me. I told her yes, it was all set. She grinned at me, and spoke into the phone. "This is exactly how it happened. I told your brother he could use the pool, and he said he wasn't a very strong swimmer, and he might need me to give him mouth to mouth. He was so cute when he asked me to give him mouth to mouth that I came to the pool after it got dark." Missy stopped talking for a few seconds. "White, two piece," she said and then to me, "He wants my measurements." "That's good. You've got him interested," I said. "Thirty-five, twenty-four, thirty-six and I'm five feet, six inches tall," she said, and then, after another pause, "C cup." Missy must have seen that I was going to asked her what my brother was asking so she began repeating his questions before answering him. "Yes, I let him play with my tits in the pool. Yes, he played with my pussy and I played with his cock. Yes, we got each other hot. He wanted me to come in the cottage, but I was afraid the missus was watching. He got me off in the pool, and talked me into coming inside with him." Missy put her hand over the mouthpiece. "I think he believes me." Then she told my brother, "He fucked me with him on top the first time. Yes, he ate me...what?...Yes, he knows what he's doing...Yes, I sucked him, and then he fucked me doggy style." "He doesn't believe me," Missy said to me, looking frustrated. "Say something to convince him. It's important to me that he believe you," I said, pushing the tray away so I could help her if she needed my help. Missy turned back to her conversation with my brother. "Listen to me, Victor or whoever you are. You're brother fucked me on Tuesday night and he fucked the missus last night. How do I know? I changed his sheets today and I know when someone has gotten herself fucked. From the looks of things they had some hot sex, too. What's that? Because I watched them from the upstairs window, that's how. I'm pretty sure he fucked her in the pool before they came into the cottage because I saw her wearing his T-shirt when she came to the house, and I found her swimsuit in the towel closet." Missy turned to me, "He still doesn't believe me," she said, exasperation showing on her face. "Give me the phone," I said. And then to my brother, "You don't want to believe that I'm getting more pussy than you ever dreamed about because you passed it up. Listen to this," I said, motioning for Missy to come close. "Missy likes me to check to see if she's wearing panties. Open your legs, babe. I'm moving my hand up her thigh. Yep, she's wearing panties. Take them off for me, Missy. She sure as hell is. I'm feeling her pussy. Ah, when did you do that, babe? She shaved her pussy. There's not a hair...oh, yeah, there're a few hairs. Did you do that for me? Tell my brother what you did," I said, handing the phone to Missy. "I shaved my pussy for your brother, and I'm coming back here tonight after it gets dark," she said, and handed the phone back to me. "Correction," I said, speaking into the phone, but looking at Missy, "You don't have to wait until dark. I cleared it for you to stay the night with me." My brother was laughing his ass off. "You're such a loser. How much did you pay that slut to pose as the black maid?" "You're the loser, Vic. I fucked the boss's wife in the office today, and I'm going to fuck the maid all night. Eat your heart out," I said before shutting the phone down. Missy was glaring at me. I still had two fingers in her pussy, but she looked like she would pull away at any second. "You fucked the missus today?" she asked, looking like she didn't want to believe what I'd told my brother. "I had to babe, so I could be with you tonight," I said, watching closely to see if she followed the logic of what I was saying. She did look hopeful, but still doubtful. "So you could be with me tonight?" "Let's take off our clothes, and get on the bed so we can talk, face to face," I suggested. Missy didn't remove my fingers from her pussy, but wasn't willing to get on the bed with me either. "If you're not Victor, what's your real name?" . "That's one of the things I want to talk to you about," I said. This piqued her curiosity and she agreed to take off her clothes. Summer Employment Ch. 04 Chapter 4 Negotiating Characters: Victor Thomas: College student, age nineteen Brian Thomas: College student, age eighteen Tuck Tucker: Owns three restaurants, age fifty-five (Franco Touchily) Elizabeth Tucker; The Witch, Tuck's second wife, age Thirty-two Betty: Bookkeeper, petite, meek, age thirty-seven Trudy: Office worker, age twenty. Large eyes are her distinguishing feature. Vera Tucker: Tuck's first wife and mother of his daughters. Age forty-three Eric: Restaurant Manager and fiancée of Caroline Tucker Caroline Tucker: Tuck's older daughter, age twenty-three Sarah Tucker; Tuck's younger daughter, age Twenty-one Melinda: Housekeeper in Tucker home, Black, goes by Missy, age Twenty-eight Salvatore: Tuck's cousin, manager of Tuck-South Missy got on the bed with me and we had a long talk. I told her my name was Brian Thomas and I'd taken my brother's place because, at the last minute, he preferred to remain at home for the summer instead of taking the job his professor had arranged for him. "It's our secret, okay?" I asked, and Missy nodded her head. "How old are you, really?" she asked. "Eighteen, but that's our secret, too, okay?" Again, she nodded, and that prompted me to ask the big question. "Elizabeth is very concerned you'll tell Tuck what you saw last night. What do you want from her to keep your mouth shut about it?" "I don't know. What do you think I should ask for?" I told her that I had no idea what she could get from Elizabeth, which was a lie. I knew damn well that Elizabeth would pay almost anything to avoid her husband finding out that she had cheated on him. I felt partially responsible for her getting into the situation she found herself in, and wanted to help her if I could. I had as much at stake as her. Being sent home in disgrace wouldn't set well with my parents. It would also put me at odds with my brother. I didn't give a shit if his professor retaliated against him, but I did care if Vic retaliated against me. Missy had been watching me as I worked out a plan. I leaned over, and kissed her, making her smile, contentedly. She really wasn't a contentious person. I believed that she didn't know how much her silence was worth to Elizabeth. "How many days do you have off?" I asked. "I'm supposed to get Mondays off, but sometimes I have to work, like last Monday when you were coming. I had to work that day." "How often does that happen?" I asked. "Often," she said. "They owe me five days right now." "Five days?" I asked, irate that the Tuckers would treat a worker that way. No wonder she had been anxious to have sex with me. The poor girl had no life for herself. Tuck didn't work many hours at all, and Elizabeth was taking the weekend off. I was angry that they wanted me to work seven days a week, too. "Perhaps there's a solution that will be suitable to all of us," I said, and watched Missy nod her head. I leaned over, and kissed her again before continuing. She prolonged the kiss, and I knew she would be agreeable to my suggestions. "You've got the missus by the short hairs. No telling what Tuck would do if he found out what you saw," I said, and watched Missy nod. "What do you think he would do to me?" I asked, and saw alarm cross her face, like she hadn't considered the consequences to me. "I could say it was someone else that fucked the missus," she suggested. "You'd make up a name, and he'd see right through your story. Then he would come to me, and ask who I'd seen his wife with. You don't want to put me on the spot, do you?" Missy shook her head, and I decided she deserved another kiss. "This is what I think you should ask for. Beginning now, you get every Monday off, regardless of what emergency arises, and...this is a big and..." I said, pausing for effect. Missy frowned. So far, I had given her nothing that she wasn't already entitled to. "You get unrestricted access to me on your day off, plus Wednesday and Friday nights." This drew her interest, but I don't believe she grasped the full significance of what I'd said. I decided to kiss her again before clarifying the details of the offer. "That means you can spend all day on Monday, plus Wednesday and Friday nights here with me." Missy proved that she was no dummy. "How long will you be here?" she asked. "All summer," I said, as if it was an eternity. "I don't know. I was expecting more," she said. "Do you want to think about it or do you want to start tonight, this being Friday night?" I asked. "I want to start tonight," she said. "Good, let me go up to the house, and square it away with the missus. I'm going to tell her that you've already forgotten everything you saw in the past, and that you'll not watch if the missus happens to come to the cottage the other nights." The terms, as I stated them, clearly upset Missy. "That means I only get you three nights and she gets four," she complained. "On the contrary, Missy, remember, you get me all day on Monday, plus all three nights, unrestricted. Her time with me will be restricted to nights when Tuck is not home. She wouldn't dare come to the cottage when he's here." "Oh, right," she said, satisfied, almost. "You told your brother that you fucked her at the office today. It's not fair to me if she uses you any time she wants." "Today was an exception, Missy. There are usually other people in the office. I fucked her at the office so she wouldn't need to come here tonight. We only did it once. I was saving myself for you." Missy looked thoughtful. "She's the boss's wife. She can arrange to be alone with you in the office anytime she wants." "That's not the case, Missy. It's a busy place. We had to lock the door, and send telephone calls to the answering machine. Besides, it's not very comfortable doing it on the desk. We got some of my cum on the carpet. I don't think it will happen again." "Do you promise?" she asked, watching me closely. "I promise that it will not happen again on one of your days," I assured her. "You got cum on the carpet?" she asked, a smile forming at the corner of her lips. "Yeah, that's why I don't believe she'll want to do it in the office again." "You promise?" "Yes," I said as I put my hand on her knee, and slid it up her inner thigh. Missy rolled onto her back, and when my hands reached her pussy she pulled her skit up so she could see my finger being inserted between the lips. I loved the expression on Missy's face as she watched me play with her pussy. She smiled when she saw that I was watching her. I smiled back at her, and then focused my attention on the way my thumb was massaging her clit. Missy's eyes widened, and her breath was coming in short gasps as her upper teeth covered her lower lip. I inserted my middle finger as far as it would go. I heard another gasp as Missy let go of her dress and pulled me down with one hand while using the other hand to hold my finger inside her. . . I was concerned that my weight was impeding her breathing, but Missy held me close, my chest against hers, and my finger inserted in her pussy. She giggled when my thumb tapped her clit. "Do you want me to take off my clothes?" she asked when her breathing permitted her to talk. "Not yet, we need to talk to the missus," I said, and felt her body go rigid. "Do I have to go with you?" she asked. "She needs to hear your demands, and she'll want to hear you say that you've forgotten what you saw last night." "Can't you tell her what I want, and that I won't tell Tuck what I saw?" "Don't worry, Missy. I'll do the talking. All you have to do is nod to show the missus that you agree with what I tell her." "What do you think she'll say?" Missy asked as she got off the bed, and smoothed her skirt. "She may say it's too much at first, but she'll change her mind when she sees that we're serious." "Okay, Brian, I hope you're right." "Please forget that my name is Brian. It'll be safer if you call me Victor," I said. "Okay, Victor," she said. We both laughed when we saw her panties on the floor where she'd discarded them when I asked her to take them off. "We're coming back, right?" she asked. I took her hand, and assured her that we would be back soon. We left the panties on the floor, and walked to the house. "What does Tuck do when he comes home after lunch?" I asked, and felt her body stiffen. "Let's not talk about that right now, Victor," Missy said. I put my arm around her to assure her that it could wait until another time. But she must have known that I wouldn't let it rest for long. The way she'd reacted to my question merely whetted my curiosity. We found Elizabeth Tucker in the playroom. She turned the television off, and took her empty glass to the bar. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked us. I looked at Missy, who was obviously shocked that her employer would offer us a drink. "Missy would like one," I answered for her and when Missy said what she wanted, I told Elizabeth that we'd both like scotch and water. "That's what I'm having," Elizabeth said, placing ice into three glasses. After handing us our drinks, Elizabeth took her seat, and motioned for us to sit down. "Missy saw us in the pool last night, and she knows what we were doing," I began. "How could she know unless you told her," Elizabeth, the Witch, lashed out at me, her eyes darting in the direction of Missy and back at me. "You're right, Elizabeth. I told her that I fucked you in the pool. I also told her that I fucked you in the cottage, and again today at the office." Elizabeth's hand was trembling as she raised her glass to take a long drink of scotch. Missy was sampling her drink, too. I hadn't touched my drink. "Missy's willing to forget everything she saw if you are willing to meet her demands," I said, watching Elizabeth lower her glass, and gaze at me. "She didn't see anything. She had nothing until you opened your big mouth. You're the one who's going to be in trouble with my husband. I'll say that you lied. He'll believe me." "Missy saw you go into the cottage with me. How will you explain that to your husband?" Elizabeth's eyes darted from me to the bar. "I went in the cottage to get a towel. It's perfectly explainable." Missy had drained her glass, and was shaking the ice around. "You were naked, Elizabeth. Missy found your swimsuit in the towel closet." Missy shook the ice around in her empty glass. Otherwise, the room was silent. "What does she want?" Elizabeth asked in a low voice that I had to strain my ears to hear. "Missy wants every Monday off, regardless of whatever emergency arises. She also wants to be paid for the five days you owe her," I said, and paused to get Elizabeth's reaction. Elizabeth sighed, like she couldn't believe how simple this was going to be. "That won't be a problem. I'll get my checkbook," she said. "Sit down, Elizabeth. We're not finished," I said. She sat down, and I continued. "Missy wants to be with me on her day off, plus Wednesday and Friday nights." "Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights?" she asked. "That would be all day and all night on Monday, plus Wednesday and Friday nights," I said and watched Elizabeth bristle. "That's not possible. My husband would never agree to it. He needs you to drive for him." "Who drives him around when I'm not here?" I asked. "Trudy, but she..." "Trudy can take him anyplace he wants to go on Monday," I said. Elizabeth was quiet, contemplative. "Suppose I could make it possible for you to have Mondays off. I would need something in return." "What's that?" I asked, thinking we were close to coming to terms. "I'll need Melinda to stay out of my panty drawer," Elizabeth said, looking at me. "I don't know. Let's ask her. Missy, will you be willing to...wait a minute, how do you know she goes through your panty drawer?" I asked Elizabeth. "I just know," Elizabeth said, and then to Missy, "You wear my panties when I'm not here, don't you, Melinda?" Missy nodded, but wouldn't speak. She jiggled the ice in her glass. I handed my drink to her, and she accepted it, looking grateful. "Tell Mrs. Tucker that you won't even open her panty drawer in future, Missy," I said, and was met with a violent shake of her head. "She says no, Elizabeth," I said, stating the obvious. "Then I say no also," Elizabeth said, and that was the end of our discussion. We were at an impasse. I'd been so close to having my Monday's off, only to be foiled by two obstinate females. Missy was a bundle of nerves. It took me an hour to settle her down. She let me undress her, and she let me kiss her, but she wouldn't kiss me back. We got on the bed and I pulled the sheet up over us. "Tell me why wearing her panties is so important to you,' I said, almost pleading with her. I'd been so close to cutting a deal with Elizabeth, only to have it blow up in my face. Missy's only answer was to reach for my hand and place it at the junction between her legs. I took my time, tickling the small amount of pubic hair that remained above her opening, teasing her slit with my middle finger, and tapping her clit with my thumb. She pulled on my cock, wanting to insert it into her pussy and it only took one more pull for me to succumb to her wishes. We fucked for thirty minutes, slowly, expending little effort, wanting to make it last as long as we could. At one point I buried my cock, and let her contract and release the inner walls of her pussy. She had tremendous control, and I was afraid she would squeeze the cum right out of my balls. When she felt that I was close to cumming, Missy gave me a toothy grin, placed her hands on my ass, and urged me to speed up. I pushed into her as deep and fast as I could, and she pushed back with the same urgency. Missy was a strong girl, and when I collapsed, gasping to regain my breathing, she easily rolled me onto my back, and hovered above me. Her breasts were dangling an inch from my chest. I followed her eyes to see what was occupying her attention. Between her breasts, past her stomach, and down to her pussy, I saw that she was watching a glob of my cum, which was poised to fall at any moment. Missy looked up at me, grinned, and lowered her head again. We were spellbound, waiting for the glue-like substance to dislodge itself from the cavern that had been its haven a minute before. I saw movement, and realized that she was pushing more cum out of her pussy, making the glob bigger. When it finally fell, she lowered her tits to my chest and giggled, uncontrollably. I ran my hands over her back, down to her ass, and back up. "Are you protected?" I asked. For the second time that evening, I felt Missy's body stiffen. She rolled off me and lay on her back. "You got nothing to worry about," she said. Realizing I'd hit a sore spot, I apologized. "I'm sorry, Missy. I didn't mean to upset you." She didn't acknowledge my apology. "Missy, I trusted you with my secret. You can trust me. Let it out; you'll feel better. I'm a good listener. Remember, you know my real identity. If I ever, ever, ever, divulge your secret, you could bury me. That's the kind of trust I'm talking about." We lay on our backs, and listened to each other breath. There was nothing more I could add. Either she would see the logic in what I'd told her, or she wasn't as smart as I gave her credit for being. I heard her sigh, and wondered if she'd decided to get up and leave. And then I felt her cheek next to mine. It was damp. I felt her breast on my chest and her pubic hairs tickle my thigh. I put my hand on her back, and felt her snuggle closer. "I trust you, Brian. I'm ten years older than you, and I've never let a white boy touch me before. No man has ever touched me the way you've touched me. I knew you were shitting me when you gave me that line about being a weak swimmer. But I was curious, and wanted to try mouth to mouth with you. I'm going to call you Brian, just for tonight. Is that okay with you, Brian?" I moved my hand down her back, and patted her on the ass. She giggled and said, "I guess that means you trust me." I patted her ass again to show her that she was correct; I trusted her. Her voice became raspy, and I had trouble hearing what she was telling me. "I had a baby when I was eighteen. My momma made me give it up." "I'm sorry, Missy. You don't have to tell me any more," I said, holding her tightly, wanting to comfort her. "Hit me on the ass again, Brian," she pleaded. I smacked her ass. "Harder," she said, and I obliged her with a mighty slap of my hand. She rewarded me with a long kiss that included the sucking of my bottom lip into her mouth before she returned her cheek next to mine, and continued to whisper into my ear. "I had two more babies before I was twenty-one. That's when I consented to have my tubes tied. So like I say, Brian, you don't have anything to worry about." Missy became quiet, seemingly content to be held. I rubbed her back and gave her an occasional slap on the butt. Each time I slapped her ass, she would respond with a brief kiss, carefully lowering her breasts to my chest and her cheek next to mine. It became a game, slap, kiss, followed by breast and cheek contact. Several questions flooded my mind. What happened to the babies? Had she continued to be sexually active? Why didn't she have a man in her life? Why was she working for the Tuckers? I was becoming hard, but wanted to conceal it from her because I wanted to change the subject. It was almost like she'd read my mind. What was her fascination with Elizabeth's panties? "It's him, not me," she began. "He goes into her panty drawer and makes me put them on." "My God, Missy, why didn't you tell us that?" "He warned me not to tell. I trust you, Brian. I know you won't tell. He would kill us." This was the second time I'd heard that Tuck was dangerous enough to commit murder. "Did he actually use those words? Did he say he would kill you?" "Not exactly," she said. "But I've worked here a long time, way before the missus came, and I've seen things." "This is very important, Missy. Have you seen things happen that made you frightened?" "I trust you, Brian, but I don't want you to get hurt. That's why I can't tell you." "I see," I said, slapping her on the ass, feeling her tongue trace my lips before she sucked my lower lip into her mouth, feeling her breasts being lowered to my chest and her cheek rest against mine. Tuck was the one that selected the panties from his wife's drawer that she wanted Missy to wear. He had warned her not to tell anyone about his fetish. That's what precluded Missy from admitting to Elizabeth that she'd worn her panties. What was I going to do? I couldn't tell Elizabeth that it wasn't Missy taking her panties without destroying Missy's trust. And for the same reason, I couldn't confront Tuck about the very thing that was getting Missy in trouble with his wife. "What does Tuck do when you wear Elizabeth's panties?" I asked, hoping she would trust me enough to give me an answer. "He beats off," she said. I couldn't help laughing. "Is that all? Does he want you to do anything besides wear the panties?" Missy raised herself up and peered down at me. "It's not funny. I have to go around the house in the panties, and that silly apron." "That's all you wear? How long does this go on?" "I never know how long it will be. Sometimes, he passes out before he gets off. Other times, we have to stop when the missus is coming home." "Stop what?" I asked. "Do you have sex with him?" "I told you that you're the first white boy that I've let touch me. Tuck likes for me to jiggle my tits, and raise the apron so he can see the panties he makes me wear. He says it helps him get hard." Summer Employment Ch. 04 "Why do you do it? You could get another job." Missy had discovered my hard on and didn't answer me. She offered one of her nipples to me, and I was happy to suck it into my mouth while she positioned herself on top of me. A question popped into my mind just as she lowered herself onto my cock. "Is he really hung like a horse?" Missy leaned forward, laughing so hard we nearly became disconnected. "You've got him beat by a mile, babe," she said, beginning to raise and lower her pussy. I let her bounce up and down without thrusting upward. Her thighs were strong and she didn't mind doing all the work. I held her ass in my hands, and watched her breasts bounce. "You'd best be careful not to let Tuck know you're fucking his wife, Brian," Missy said in a causal voice, like she was warning me to cut my steak in bite-size pieces. "She says she's not going to do it anymore," I said. Missy tossed her head back, laughing. "That woman's so horny she'd fuck a bedpost if it would fuck her back." "Tuck told me he was going to sober up so he could give her a good fucking," I said, enjoying our conversation almost as much as I was enjoying the way her pussy was squeezing my cock. "She'll be waiting a long time for that to happen. I'd say you'll be getting as much of her as you want," Missy said in a pragmatic way that made me think she didn't mind sharing me with the boss's wife. "Do you think he screws Vera?" Missy stopped bouncing, and looked down at me. "Are we going to fuck or talk, because I can talk to anyone?" "We're going to fuck," I said, flipping her onto her back. She locked her legs around my ass and grinned up at me as I pounded her, relentlessly. As I said before, Missy was a strong girl. She could have easily bucked me off, but she took my pounding, accepting the brutal way I was punishing her pussy. We finished strong. I tried to lift my weight off of her, but she pulled me down for a kiss, saying I wasn't heavy. "I'll take the bottom sheet to be washed," she said when she finally let me up. "Does that mean we're finished for the night?" I asked. "I'm done for tonight. If you want some more, you can fuck that white woman up at the house." "I was just kidding, Missy," I said. "I know that, Brian," she said, already getting dressed. I walked her halfway to the house, and watched to make sure the back door wasn't locked. She waived to me before disappearing inside. There was a voicemail message on my cell phone. My brother had left a menacing message, accusing me of making up stories about my sex life, and warning me not to fuck up his reputation with his professor. It ended with an urgent plea to call him back. I didn't. Instead, I got into bed and contemplated my options. Stay here and be killed or go home, and suffer excruciating humiliation. I chose to stay put. Missy met me at the back door the next morning. "The missus wants to see you," she said. I followed her inside. Elizabeth was waiting for me in the kitchen. "Would you like something to eat, Victor?" she asked, and before I could respond, Missy handed me a cup of coffee, and asked me how I wanted my eggs. I told her I wasn't particular, and took a seat at the table. "My husband would never agree to your taking Monday off, but I've been thinking of a compromise," Elizabeth said. I didn't like the word, compromise. It could mean half a loaf or a single slice. "Aren't there labor laws that regulate how many hours an employer can expect a worker to work?" "Professor Sawyer explained the job to you. He said that you agreed to the terms," Elizabeth said. "And anyway, you're being compensated handsomely." My brother hadn't explained any of this to me. I didn't even know how much I'd be making. Elizabeth wasn't finished. "You can't complain about the fringe benefits, either." I looked at Missy, but she didn't turn away from the stove. "What's the compromise?" I asked. "First, there's the matter of my panty drawer. Have you been able to talk some sense into her head?" Elizabeth asked. I didn't like the way she was referring to Missy as if she were not in the room. "That's a dangerous subject," I said, without being specific. Missy placed a plate of food in front of me. I took her hand. "Missy, this is up to you." "You said I could trust you,...Victor," Missy said, trying to withdraw her hand, but I held it tight. Her eyes were filled with fright. "Trust me, Missy; we've got to tell her what's going on. I promise that nothing will happen to you." "Tell me what?" Elizabeth asked. My eyes were pleading with Missy. I wondered if she realized that, of the three of us, she had the most leverage. She had something on the rest of us while we shared an equal amount of danger. "Eat your breakfast before it gets cold, Victor. I'll tell her," Missy said. I released her hand and dug into the ham and scramble eggs on my plate while Missy described how Tuck played with himself while demanding the Missy jiggle her breasts, and lift her apron so he could view his wife's panties. "I'm afraid of what he'll do to me if he finds out I told you, Mrs. Tucker," Missy ended her portrayal of a typical afternoon in the playroom. I stopped eating and watched Elizabeth for a reaction. "I'm sorry, Melinda. I shouldn't have pointed the finger at you without having proof. My husband must be stopped. We need to put our heads together, and work out a plan. But for now, we've got to take precautions against danger coming to any of us. That means that everything will remain the same until we decide appropriate action." Missy and I looked at each other and shook our heads. Elizabeth must have seen that we were not satisfied with her plan. "I'll make sure you get your five days back-pay, Melinda. And you won't be expected to work on your day off, no matter what emergency arises" she said, looking expectantly at us. "All right," she said, "You can spend Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights in the cottage with Victor." I watched Missy digest what Elizabeth had told us. She seemed pleased with what she'd heard until she looked at me. "What else?" we asked, almost simultaneously. "How could I justify giving Victor a day off to my husband? Work with me here. Let's not draw needless suspicion. I can make sure Melinda gets her day off, but Frank needs his driver on call seven days a week." Elizabeth said, letting her case rest. "I'll be paid for all seven days?" I asked, not that I liked it, but at least Missy was getting a break, and like Elizabeth had pointed out, the fringe benefits were something to look forward to. "How many times do I need to reiterate what was in the original agreement?" Elizabeth asked, showing irritation in her voice. Deciding that I'd pushed her as far as I dared; I thanked Missy for the breakfast and left for work. At least we'd made Elizabeth aware of her husband's perverted behavior. But could we trust her? That was the question that haunted me as I drove to work. Trudy had the office open and was already working. Judging from the looks of her, dressed in a short skirt that showed off her shapely legs, and tank top that defined her breasts, this was going to be a fun day. Summer Employment Ch. 05 Chapter 5 Sloppy Seconds Characters: Victor Thomas: College student, age nineteen Brian Thomas: College student, age eighteen Tuck Tucker: Owns three restaurants, age fifty-five (Franco Touchily) Elizabeth Tucker; The Witch, Tuck's second wife, age Thirty-two Betty: Bookkeeper, petite, meek, age thirty-seven Trudy: Office worker, age twenty. Large eyes are her distinguishing feature. Vera Tucker: Tuck's first wife and mother of his daughters. Age forty-three Eric: Restaurant Manager and fiancée of Caroline Tucker Caroline Tucker: Tuck's older daughter, age twenty-three Sarah Tucker; Tuck's younger daughter, age Twenty-one Melinda: Housekeeper in Tucker home, Black, goes by Missy, age Twenty-eight Salvatore: Tuck's cousin, manager of Tuck-South Ginger: Party girl Mark: Trudy's boyfriend Joyce: Trudy's roommate, age twenty. Walter: Betty's ex-husband Carrie: Betty's daughter, age 19. It was a Saturday morning and the office should have been quiet, but for the first hour, I was so busy sorting the mail, delivering faxes, and dodging Trudy that I didn't have time to consider what I'd let Elizabeth talk me into. I kept telling myself that having one day off per week was not important. Elizabeth had conceded to give Missy Mondays off, to pay her for the days owed, and to let her visit me in the cottage three nights per week. I'd given up my day off for Missy. I only hoped that we could trust Elizabeth to keep her word. What if she confronted Tuck with the accusation that he played with himself while making Missy wear Elizabeth's panties? What if it turned out to be true that Tuck was a dangerous man? Yes, I said that I had to dodge Trudy. I didn't recall it being this crowded behind the partition on the two days she'd trained me to do her job. Now, every time I moved from one piece of office equipment to another one she bumped into me. At ten A.M. we were in the break room, having a cold drink when the telephone rang, and Trudy answered it. "It's Elizabeth. She wants to talk to you," Trudy said, handing me the receiver. "Is she within hearing distance? Answer yes or no," Elizabeth said. "Yes." "How is she dressed? Don't answer that. Is she dressed provocatively?" "Yes, ma'am, I would say so." "You didn't tell her about us, did you?" "No, of course not," I said, irritated that I was being grilled this way. "If she makes a pass at you, you'll have to give in to her wishes." "Why?" "If you refuse, she'll retaliate by telling Frank about us." "Don't worry, Mrs. Tucker, I won't" "Good. I'm sorry to put you through this, Victor, but it's important that my husband not find out about us." "I understand." "Call me if he wants you pick to him up," she said, and abruptly hung up. "What did Elizabeth want?" Trudy asked. "She wanted to know if her husband has called yet. He played golf yesterday, and stayed at his cousin's house last night." "Right," Trudy said, sarcastically. "Don't you believe he played golf?" "The last time Frank played golf was twenty years ago." "What do you have on Elizabeth?" I asked, without knowing why. "Did she say I have something on her?" "Not exactly, but she said that if you put a move on me, I'll have to put out." Trudy roared. "She didn't say that. You're making it up to make me think that you're easy." "I am easy. Besides, I think you have something on her. She asked if you were dressed provocatively" Trudy rolled her eyes, and then sauntered toward me. "What did you tell her?" she asked, leaning against me, and giving me a view of the valley between her breasts. "Yes. Do you have something on her?" I asked, feeling my cock begin to grow. Trudy cocked her head, and looked into my eyes. "You fucked her, didn't you?" "What makes you say that?" "She sounded nervous on the phone. Where did you do it?" "You're jumping to...," I started a sentence before being cut off by her lips pressed to mine. My arms were around her, and my cock was grinding against her pussy when we heard the phone ring. "Hold that pose," Trudy said as she answered the phone, and then, "It's for you." Sal was on the phone. He gave me directions to his house where I was to pick Tuck up. Trudy walked all the way downstairs with me, and watched as I got into the Lincoln. "We'll go to lunch at Tuck-South when you get back," she said. "How did you know I fucked Elizabeth yesterday?" I asked. She rolled her big eyes again, and gave me her 'duh' look. "The answering machine was set to pick up on the first ring, and the 'closed' sign was still in the window when I came in this morning. Where did you do it?" she asked. "Look at the carpet in her office," I said as I put the Lincoln in gear. What made me admit that I'd had sex with Elizabeth? How did Elizabeth know that Trudy already suspected something had gone on between us yesterday? This was getting too complicated. It was almost like Elizabeth wanted someone to tell Tuck that we were having sex. It was okay with me if she had a death wish, but she was involving me, and I wasn't ready to die. I called Elizabeth to let her know that I was on my way to pick up Tuck. "Are you calling from your cell phone?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am." "Does Trudy know about us?" "Yes, ma'am. She surmised that we were having sex when she discovered the 'closed' sign in the window, and the answering machine set to pick up on the first ring." "Fuck!" Elizabeth said. "Is that an order?" I asked, feeling brave. "I'll call you if I need anything," Elizabeth said, and hung up without responding to my question. Damn, I thought, she has my cell phone number. Sal lived in a nice neighborhood of ranch-style homes. The lawns were manicured, and I saw several swimming pools, surrounded by fences. I pulled into the drive, and Tuck came out, looking the worse for wear. He was followed by an equally sleep-deprived female. They got into the back seat. "We've got to take Ginger home, Victor. Ginger, this is Victor. Tell him how to get to your apartment," Tuck said. "It's nice to make your acquaintance, Victor," Ginger said. I looked in the rearview mirror, but she wasn't in sight. "These God Damned shoes, some asshole stepped on my foot last night, and my feet are killing me," Ginger said as her head popped up above the seat. "Stop that, Tuck! I've got to get my face on before my old man sees me," she said. I watched the make-up process in the rearview mirror as Ginger fussed with her eyes, put generous amounts of lip gloss on, and tried to comb the kinks out of her hair, then looked into a mirror to view the results of her efforts. Seemingly satisfied, she closed the compact and looked at me. "May I use your phone, Victor?" she asked, and when I didn't respond immediately, she appealed to Tuck. "I've got to see if my old man is home. I can't let him see me getting out of the car. If he answers, I'll have to walk a whole block in these fucking shoes." Tuck woke up from his nap long enough to tell me to let Ginger use my cell phone. I handed it to her, and after two minutes she handed it back to me. "He ain't there or he's not answering the phone. I wish I knew which it was." She was undecided until we got to within a half-block of her apartment. "Stop!" she shouted. I slammed on the brakes. "It was nice to meet you, Victor," she said as she glanced at the sleeping Tuck before getting out of the car. I told her it was nice to meet her too, and then watched her navigate on the high heels until she reached the entrance to her apartment. I assumed Tuck wanted me to take him home, and was nearly there when he woke up. "You've already forgotten about meeting Ginger, right, Victor?" It wasn't really a question that required an answer. It was more of an order. "Yes, Sir," I said. "She's one hell of a woman though, ain't she?" "Yes, Sir," I said, thinking of the way Ginger's ass wiggled as she walked. Like her ass, her other measurements were on the bulgy side, and her hair, though presently blond, looked like it had been a mixture of every other shade at one time or another. "You just said that you'd already forgotten her," he said, in a 'gotcha' sort of way. "Yes, Sir," I repeated as I parked the big car in front of the garage. He didn't get out, and I wondered if I should open the door for him. He looked tired. "Did you tell my wife where I was last night?" he asked. "Yes, Sir." "Was she alone last night?" How the hell was I supposed to answer that? "I believe she was, but I don't know for sure, Sir." "She's been in a good mood lately. I believe she's fucking someone. You'd tell me if you found out she was fucking someone, wouldn't you, Vic?" "Yes, Sir," I lied. "You would tell me if it was you that she was fucking, wouldn't you, Vic?" Where was this heading? He had me feeling very uncomfortable. "Yes, Sir," I lied again. "That's good to know, Vic," he said as he got out of the car, waving goodbye. I called the office to tell Trudy that I was on my way back. "We'll set the answering machine to pick up on the first ring, and go to lunch," she said. I was surprised to see her waiting outside the building when I arrived because it was only eleven-fifteen. "I need to stop by my apartment," she said as she got in the car, and then she proceeded to question me about Elizabeth. "Did she seduce you?" "No, she was in the pool, and I thought it was the maid. It was dark, and I didn't find out it was Elizabeth I was kissing until she kissed me back." "Wait, are you saying you thought you were kissing the maid?" "Yeah," I said, grinning. "What you're telling me is that you're banging the maid, and Elizabeth, too?" "Yeah," I said, grinning again. "Did she go down on you?" "Which one?" "Elizabeth." "Not until I'd fucked her in the pool, and we went into the cottage." Trudy rolled her eyes, and I noticed her short skirt was so high on her thighs that I could see her panties. "You're one bad dude, Victor. Was she good?" "Yeah," I grinned. "Come in with me," she said when we reached her apartment. "Are you going to seduce me, Trudy?" "I would expect a bad dude like you to make the first move," she said, giving me a wicked grin. She lived on the second floor, and when we entered the apartment there was another girl there. "This is Joyce, my roommate," Trudy said to me, and then to Joyce, "Victor wants to see my bedroom." We were no sooner in her room when Trudy pulled the tank top over her head, and sank to her knees. "We don't have much time," she said as she unbuttoned my pants, and fished my cock out. "I thought I was supposed to make the first move," I said, teasingly, as I lifted her tits, and watched her tongue circle the head of my cock. She then tapped the head against her tongue, and I thought I'd lose it right then. I held on, and she swallowed half of my cock. While she was sucking my cock, and playing with my balls, I got a chance to look around her room. In addition to a collection of posters, there was a pink telephone and a photograph of Trudy with a guy. They were smiling, and had their arms around each other. Considering the night I'd had with Missy, Trudy did a remarkable job of making me cum. She caught most of it between her lips, but laughed when some of it landed on her breasts. "Hurry, we don't have much time," she said, wiggling out of her skirt, and dropping her panties to the floor. I took off my shirt, and stepped out of my pants. She climbed on the bed and I took my place between her legs. Trudy's eyes became big when she saw that I was going to lick her pussy. "Hurry, we don't have much time," she said as I shoved my tongue between her lips. Trudy's body was quite agile and responsive. She moaned, and expressed her appreciation for my efforts for five minutes without telling me to hurry. I got her to climax before touching her clit, but when I did, she screamed. We were fucking when the door opened. "Mark heard you, and he's on his way over here," Joyce said. We turned our attention to her for a second before she closed the door.' "Who's Mark?" I asked. "Hurry, we don't have much time," Trudy said as she threw her legs around me, urging me to fuck her faster. "Who's Mark?" I asked again. "You'll see when he gets here," she said with urgency in her voice. Having Joyce poke her head in the room, and watch us had made me nervous. Now some guy named Mark had heard Trudy scream, and was on his way over. I increased my effort, and with Trudy's help, we were able to orgasm a few seconds apart. I was still on top of her, with my cock inserted when something struck me. "What's funny?" Trudy asked. "I was just wondering if you're protected." I said. She began laughing, and I felt her pussy grip my cock when the door opened. We both looked to see the guy that was in the photograph standing in the doorway. Joyce was behind him. I tried to move off of her, but Trudy held me in place. "Victor, this is my boyfriend. Mark, this is Victor," Trudy said. "Hi, Victor," Mark said, like he was happy to meet me. "We're done here," Trudy said, speaking to Mark. "Thank you, Victor. You can get off of me now," she said to me. I was getting off the bed when I saw that Mark was removing his clothes. "Grab your clothes, Victor. I'll show you the shower," Joyce said. We were leaving the room when I saw that Trudy was on her hands and knees, with Mark standing behind her. His cock was hard, and his attention was directed at Trudy's pussy. I would have liked to stay and watch, but Joyce was pulling on my arm. Joyce showed me where the shower was and told me she'd be right back with a towel. I was under the shower, soaping my cock when the shower curtain opened and Joyce stepped in. "Give me the soap. I'll wash your back," she said. I turned around to face her. She was smaller than Trudy in every way. "I don't want my back washed, but I'll wash your front, I said and watched her smile. Like I said, Joyce was a small girl. "You have nice breasts," I said, beginning to rub the bar of soap on them. She watched me for a few seconds, and then her eyes drifted down to my cock. "You have a nice cock," she said. "Do you think it will fit in here?" I asked, reaching down to put the tip of my middle finger in her pussy. She moved a step forward, and reached up to lower my head for a kiss. I slipped my finger into her as far as it would go and discovered that she was so wet and slippery that I could wiggle it around. "There's one way to find out," she said. I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up. She straddled my hips with her legs and pointed my cock at her opening. "VICTOR!" she shouted as I pinned her against the far end of the shower and sank my cock into her. I didn't think I'd hurt her. "We fit together fine," I said. "The tile's cold against my back," she laughed, fastening her lips to mine, and pulling me into her with her legs. I supported her ass with both hands, and she clung to me as we fucked. She broke the kiss to warn me to not stop. I heard the water hitting the floor behind us, and wondered if it would still be warm when we finished. "Kiss me, Victor, don't stop, don't ever stop fucking me, kiss me, Victor," Joyce said, over and over. I was pretty sure she'd climaxed. "I'm getting close," I said. "Give it to me," she said, and I did. Joyce had a painful look on her face. Her hair was wet, and there were beads of sweat on her brow. I wondered if she was going to cry. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked when we had caught our breath. "You can hurt me like that any time you want," she said, giving me a tender smile. I lowered her to the bottom of the shower, and we disconnected. I turned around, and washed the sweat off of my body, and the pussy juice off of my cock in the cold water. Joyce was already out of the shower when I shut the water off. She handed me a towel, and turned to leave the bathroom. "Do you want to clean up and me to dry you?" I offered. Joyce smiled, and shook her head. I finished drying, got dressed, and was going down the hall when I looked in an open door. Joyce on her hands and knees on the bed, and Mark was standing behind her, running his cock up and down her pussy. "Thanks again, Victor," he said. Trudy was waiting for me in the living room. "Hurry, we're going to be late," she said. I headed the car toward Tuck-South, thinking we would stop to have lunch, but Trudy said we would find something to eat at the office. "You don't need to tell me to hurry. I know we don't have much time," I said. "Thanks for being a good sport, Victor. Mark has been aching to have sloppy seconds for ages, and when I told him about the new kid in the office, he couldn't wait for me to bring you home." "You mean that was a set-up? I feel used," I laughed. "You didn't look used when you were getting your cock sucked," she retorted. "What about Joyce? Was she in on it from the beginning, too?" "She knew our plan, but I didn't know she was going to participate until I heard her shouting your name." "That wasn't because of me. The tile was cold," I confessed. "Did you have a good time?" Trudy asked. "Are you kidding? When can we do it again?" "I don't know if Mark will want to do it again, but even if he doesn't, we could hook up if you're game," Trudy said, watching me for a reaction. "I'd like that," I said. My cell phone rang. "Where have you been?" Elizabeth asked. "We've been having lunch," I said, already sorry that I'd given her my number. "What did my husband say?" she asked. "He said he knew that you've been getting laid, and wanted to know if I was the lucky guy." "What did you tell him?" Elizabeth asked, suddenly breathless. "I said it wasn't me." "Good, we'll keep him guessing," she said, sounding relieved. "He's still going to wonder who it is," I warned her. "No, he won't, because I don't plan on letting it happen again." "Right!" I said with the same sarcastic tone Trudy had used when she scoffed about Tuck playing golf. "Don't use that tone of voice with me, young man," Elizabeth said, reverting to her Witch's personality. I started to answer, "Yes, ma'am," but the line was dead. There wasn't much going on at the office. We teased each other, and fooled around some, but we didn't get to the point of removing our clothes. At one point she asked for my cell phone number, and I gave it to her. "Just in case Joyce and I feel lonely," she said. We closed the office at six P.M. Mark was waiting for Trudy. He gave me the thumbs-up sign, and I waved at him. Missy brought my dinner, but said she couldn't stay. "We had a long talk after you left. The missus says three nights with you is all I get," she said. "Do you think she'll keep her part of the bargain? I asked. "If she doesn't, I can make it mighty rough for her," Missy boasted. "Yes, but you would be making it mighty rough on me, too," I reminded her. "I would never want to make it rough on you, Victor," she said as she left. I ate, and then tried talking to my brother. He wouldn't believe that I'd fucked two women that day. And, when I told him about Mark wanting sloppy seconds, he said I'd been reading too much bad porn and hung up. I woke up several times during the night, unable to get the picture of little Joyce on her hands and knees out of my mind. The office was even quieter on Sunday than it had been the day before. With only the two of us there, Betty let down her hair, and told me about her failed marriage. She said she lived with her teenage daughter and seldom had any fun. Summer Employment Ch. 05 Tuck called, and wanted me to take him to Tuck-South. He rode in the backseat, and kept asking if I knew who was fucking his wife, and I kept telling him that I didn't know. "I'd like to know who it s so I could thank him," he said. I considered changing my answer, briefly. I declined his offer to have lunch at Tuck-South, saying that Betty didn't like being alone at the office. I don't know if that was true or not, but he took my word, and let me go back to the office. We raided the refrigerator, and Betty divulged more. "I was very young when we got married, and I suppose I was frigid. That's what Walter always said. After I got pregnant with Carrie, I was horny all the time. But by then, Walter was convinced that I was frigid, and wouldn't touch me. Since then, I've had a few gentlemen friends, with long dry spells in between," she said, looking sad. "How old is Carrie?" I asked to take her mind off of the dry spells she'd told me about. "She's the same age as you, nineteen," Bettie said. "Wow, you were young when you had her," I said, thinking how old my own mother had been when she delivered her first child. "How old do you think I am?" she asked. "Let's see, Carrie is nineteen and you were thirteen when she was born. That would make you thirty-two or thirty-three," I said, knowing I was off by a few years. Betty blushed. "I was eighteen when she was born," she confessed. "You could have fooled me. I would have believed that you are thirty-three if you hadn't told me," I said, and watched her blush again. Betty stayed in her office the rest of the day, but when it was time to lock the doors, she became bold. "Would you like to drop by my house sometime, Victor? It would be nice to have company. My daughter's not there very much," she said. "Thanks, Betty. I'd like that," I said as we parted. Remembering that Tuck hadn't called to have me come after him, I drove by Tuck-South on the way home, just in case he was ready to leave. He wasn't there and I couldn't find anyone who knew where he'd gone. On the way home, I called Elizabeth to see if she knew where her husband was. She didn't know, and she didn't seem to care. "Wash both cars when you get home," she said. "Make sure you do a good job, inside and out." Why did I call her? I turned my phone off, vowing not turn it on again until I needed to make a call. Too many people had the number. Missy came outside while I was washing the cars. "The missus says for you to turn your phone on. If Tuck calls she wants to be able to get in touch with you." "Fuck the missus," I said. Missy laughed. "I'll bet you'd like to fuck her, wouldn't you?" "You're funny," I said, laughing with her. "I'll bring your dinner to the cottage as soon as you're ready to eat," Missy offered. "Thanks Missy. Maybe we can fool around." "You know the rules, Brian...I mean Victor," she said, grinning at me as she left. Reluctantly, I turned my phone back on. Missy brought my dinner as soon as she saw me heading to the cottage. But she said she couldn't stay long. "I'll stay as long as you want tomorrow night," she promised when she left. When it got dark, I went in for a swim and since I didn't think anyone else would have the same idea, I didn't bother to wear a swimsuit. I don't' know how long it had been, perhaps fifteen minutes or a half hour, when I heard Elizabeth calling my name. She was knocking on the cottage door. "Victor, why didn't you answer your phone? There's an emergency. Victor, where are you?" I hopped out of the pool and was right behind her when she turned to see me, naked and wet. "There you are. Hurry, we've got to take some dishes to Tuck-mid-town." I ran into the cottage and was stepping into my pants when I turned to see Elizabeth watching me. "Aren't you going to dry or wear underwear?" she asked. "You said it was an emergency. What kind of dishes do I need to take to mid-town?" "Never mind that, I'm going with you," she said. "Mmmm," I said. "Don't you dare look at me that way, Victor. Why didn't you answer your phone?" "I was in the pool, and didn't hear it ring," I answered, calmly explaining the obvious. Elizabeth stopped at the house to tell Missy what to do if Tuck called while we were gone. "Call Victor's cell phone and tell us where he is," she said. Damn, now another person has my number, I thought. Why was Mrs. Elizabeth Tucker going with me? I knew where the mid-town restaurant was, and I was perfectly capable of delivering the dishes. Elizabeth took her place in the front seat. As we drove to the office, she explained what had happened. An entire rack of dishes had toppled over, and most of the plates had been broken. The restaurant needed six dozen plates, six dozen glasses and six dozen coffee mugs to finish the shift and to open at lunchtime on Monday. We put down carpeting in the back of the van and loaded boxes of dishes. I drove to the center of town as fast as I dared. Vera met us at the back door and called a crew to help me unload everything. Elizabeth remained seated in the van while Vera yelled orders for her crew to run the new dishes through the dishwasher. "Thank you for your help, Victor," she said, before whispering, "Thank Elizabeth for coming, too." I waited until we were on the way back to the office to begin working on Elizabeth. "You saw that I'm not wearing underwear," I said. "What does that have to do with anything," she responded, using her Witches' voice. "I was just wondering if you're wearing any." "Don't even think of it, Victor. We'll park the van in the garage, and you'll drive me straight home." "Your husband knows you've been getting laid." "How could he know? You didn't tell him, did you?" "I may be young, but I'm not stupid," I said. "What are we going to do, Victor?" She sounded sincere, having lost her Witches' tone. "Tuck likes to see you happy. He told me he'd like to thank the guy that's fucking you. I'll try to help you out as often as I can." "You're...an impertinent...Bastard. I don't need...YOU to help ME," Elizabeth said, spitting the words out. "This may be your last chance for awhile, Elizabeth. I'm going to be busy Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Do you want me to pencil you in for Thursday night?" "NO! I don't require your services," she said, sounding confident. "I can't reserve Thursday unless you tell me now. A lot of people took down my number today." I backed the van into the garage, and lowered the door. Except for the dim light on the door opener, it was dark in the garage. Elizabeth didn't make a move to get out of the van. "Did my husband really say that he likes it when I'm happy?" "Yes." "He may be home on Thursday night. I wouldn't dare come to the cottage if there's a chance he would catch us." The door opener light went out and it was completely dark in the garage. We sat in silence for a full minute. "I'm free tonight," I offered. I heard her sigh. She heard me shift my weight in the seat. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Switching the cell phone to off," I said. "Oh," she said, sighing again. I waited in the dark, wondering if she wanted me to make the first move. Except for another sigh, we were silent for another minute. "Where would you suggest?" she asked. "Back there," I said, pointing to the back of the van, realizing that she couldn't see me point. Apparently, she knew what I meant because she squeezed between the seats and landed on the carpet. I followed her. Elizabeth had already pulled her T-shirt over her head and was unbuttoning her jeans when I joined her. I'd managed to get my shirt off when her lips locked mine, hungrily sucking my tongue into her mouth and rubbing her breasts against my chest. We groped each other in the dark and somehow, she removed my pants. "I've been thinking about this all day," she said when she found my cock. "Did you cause that cart to tip over?" I asked. "I would have if I'd have thought of it," she said, pulling me on top of her and lining my cock up with her pussy. "My God! This is good!" she exclaimed, "I can't wait until Thursday night. Are you sure you can't make time for me before then?" I didn't even try to answer her because I didn't think she would hear me anyway. Elizabeth was too busy pulling me into her and screaming my name. I could hear the springs complain as we rocked the van. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, this is Good!" Elizabeth screamed and I knew she was having a tremendous orgasm. I stopped a few seconds for her to recover, until she prodded me with her heel. I resumed fucking, and she let me slow down so we could both enjoy it. "I'm going to cum," I announced a few minutes later. "Wait a minute and I'll be with you," she said, beginning to really push back to meet my hrusts. We finished about the same time. She held me close, and I could feel her breasts rub my chest. "Did my husband really say that he'd like to thank the guy that's fucking me?" she asked. I rolled us onto our sides and my cock came out or her pussy. "Do you think I should tell him it's me?" "NO!" Elizabeth said. "You can't trust him. He'd kill you, and he'd kill me. Anyway, this is our last time." "You just said that you couldn't wait until Thursday night," I reminded her. "I didn't mean it." "You could have fooled me," I said, and felt her shake, like she was laughing. "Vera told me to thank you for helping tonight," I said as I rubbed her back. "That was nice of her," Elizabeth said, purring. I continued to rub her back, and moved my hand to her tummy, up to her breast. She purred again. I found her lips in the dark and she returned my kiss. I massaged her other breast. "Damn," she said, jumping. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned that I'd hurt her. "I'm leaking," she laughed. We've got to stop leaving stains on carpets." I kissed her and felt her hand on my cock. "Hmmm," she said, adjusting my cock in position as she brought her pussy forward. "I thought you said this was our last time," I said, but I don't think she heard me. She was too busy pulling me into her with her leg around my ass. Elizabeth rolled me onto my back and we soon had the van rocking again. "I can't wait until Thursday night," she said between grunts. "If he's out, I'll come to the cottage," she offered. "What if he's not out?" I asked. "I'll come for a swim. We'll do it again in the pool. Did you like that?" "I hope he's out," I said. "I do too," she answered, just as she fell forward, too spent to speak. As we got dressed, Elizabeth lamented the fact that she was still leaking my cum on the inside of her jeans. "I'll put some tissues in here for next time," I offered. "There won't be a next time," she said, and that became the subject of much controversy as we drove home. I maintained that she'd want me to fuck her again, and she disagreed. I became so frustrated with the argument we were having that I turned on my cell phone. There were three messages from Missy. "Tuck wants you to come pick him up right away. He's at mid-town," she said in the first message. The second message was more urgent: "It's after midnight, Victor. Where are you?" The third message was unintelligible. Elizabeth demanded that I take her home before going after Tuck. I let her out, and rushed to the mid-town restaurant. It was in darkness. I found Tuck slumped next to some milk cases. Fortunately, he didn't know what time it was. I got him into the backseat, where he fell asleep. We were half way home when he woke up. "I really fucked up, Vic," he said in a slurred voice. "That's okay, Tuck, we'll be home soon," I tried to assure him. "I've got one wife so mad at me that she wouldn't let me sleep it off at her house, and I've got another wife so bitchy that I don't want to go home." "What did you do to make Vera mad at you, Sir?" I asked, hoping to draw his attention away from Elizabeth being bitchy. "Oh, nothing really, she became enraged with me when I accidentally tipped over a rack of dishes. I don't see what all the fuss was about. She wouldn't let me go home with her, though. Do you remember where Ginger lives?" "Yes, Sir, do you want to go to her apartment?" "I can't go to Vera's house, and I don't want to go home," he said, making perfect sense to me. "I better call Ginger to make sure her old man isn't there," I said, hoping her number was in my phone. It was. "Hello?" Ginger said, answering on the fourth ring. "Ginger, this is Victor. We met yesterday." "Victor, what time is it?" "I don't know, Ginger. I have Tuck in the backseat. May we stop by your apartment?" "Now?" she asked. "Yes, we won't be any trouble. Tuck needs a place to stay, just for tonight." "Does he have any money?" "I don't know. I'll check. Tuck, Ginger wants to know if you have any money with you." "Tell her I'll make it worth her while if she lets me do my thing with her," Tuck said. "Did you hear that, Ginger?" "Yeah, I heard him, but I ain't going to swing my tits while he beats off." "Please, Ginger. He doesn't want to go home because his wife is too bitchy. Won't you do it for me?" "Okay, Victor. I'll do it for you." "Thanks, Ginger. We'll see you soon. Your old man isn't there, is he?" "Do you think I'd let Tuck come here if he was?" We said goodbye and I gave Tuck the good news. "Ginger's going to swing her tits while you beat off, Tuck." "You're a good kid. Liz needs to get laid. Are you up to the job, Vic?" "I'll do my best, Sir." "You'd be doing me a big favor. Do you think you can fuck the bitchiness out of her, Vic?" "Yes, Sir," I said, so pleased with the way things were turning out that I almost lost control of the car. We stopped in front of Ginger's apartment and I helped him to the door. "You've got the job, Vic," Tuck said, shaking my hand. Ginger opened the door to her apartment and greeted us with, "Where's the money?" I helped Tuck find his money and Ginger showed me where to dump him. She invited me to hang around and watch, but I couldn't get out of there fast enough. It was two-thirty in the morning when I knocked on the Tucker back door. There was no answer and I had to knock again before Missy came to the door. "What are you doing here, Victor?" Missy asked. "Where's Elizabeth's room. I need to see her," I said. Missy was reluctant to let me in until I told her Tuck wasn't coming home. "It's at the top of the stairs, on the right. Don't get me in trouble for letting you in," she said. I assured that I wouldn't, and took the stairs two at a time. Elizabeth was sleeping on her side, and didn't hear me remove my clothes, and get into the bed. I put my arm around her, and discovered she was wearing a short nightgown. She put her hand over mine. "What do you want, Frank?" "It's me," I said, and felt her jump. "Victor, what are you doing? He'll kill you if he finds you in bed with me," she said, alarm in her voice. "No, he won't. He gave me the job of fucking the bitchiness out of you," I said, rubbing her tummy, and feeling her push her ass against my cock. "Really?" she asked, moving my hand to her breast. "He told me to do a good job, and I promised I would," I said. "I'll be the judge of that," she said as she removed the nightgown. I moved my hand to her pussy, and felt moisture already forming. She rolled onto her back and reached for my cock. "I hope he remembers giving you the job when he wakes up in the morning," she said as I entered her. "I do too," I said. Summer Employment Ch. 06 Chapter 6: Elizabeth, Tuck, Missy Elizabeth embraced our night together like it would surely be our last. She said she believed me when I told her that Tuck had endorsed our sleeping together. She was concerned that he wouldn't remember asking me to fuck the bitchiness out of his wife when he woke up the next morning. It was after two-thirty when I climbed in bed with her, and I dare say it was after four when I went to sleep. Elizabeth let me sleep until eight-thirty before I woke to find her sucking my cock. "I still feel a bit bitchy," she said as she straddled me. "How bitchy do you feel?" I asked, enjoying the way she was using my cock to explore the inside of her pussy. "Just a little bit bitchy, but this has to last me until Thursday, unless Frank forgets he told you to fuck me." Just thinking that Tuck might forget our deal nearly made me lose my erection. I reached up and played with Elizabeth's breasts while she bounced on me. It was after nine A.M. when Missy knocked on the door, saying that Tuck was on the phone, wanting me to pick him up. "Tell him we'll be there as soon as we can," Elizabeth said, and went back to bouncing on me. She finished strong, and we took a shower together. She got dressed while I ran down to the cottage to find something to wear to work. We had a muffin and coffee before leaving. "I'm going with you," she said as she got into the front seat. I called the office, and told Trudy we would be a little late. "You're already late," she teased. Tuck was in front of the apartment building, looking forlorn, waiting for me. He looked surprised when he saw that Elizabeth was with me. "What kept you, Vic? You're my driver. When I call for you to drive me someplace you're to drop what you're doing and come after me." Tuck said when he got into the backseat. "Don't talk to him that way, Frank. He was busy taking care of me. He's not a one trick pony like you used to be," Elizabeth said to her husband. "He didn't do a very good job of taking care of you. You're as bitchy as ever, Liz." "You make me that way," she accused him. "Excuse me," I interrupted the fighting couple. "Where should I take you, Sir?" "Take me home, Vic. I need to get some rest. That bastard came home early this morning and threw me out." "Isn't that too bad," Elizabeth said, more to me than her husband. "You're being bitchy, Liz. That proves that he's not doing his job. You're not to go near my wife again, Victor," Tuck said from the backseat. Elizabeth exploded. "You're not going to do that to me, Frank. Don't take him away from me. I won't be bitchy. You'll see," she pleaded with her husband. He wouldn't listen to her so I gave it a try. "You gave me the job, Sir. I didn't get home until two-thirty and it took me several minutes to convince your wife that you had hired me. I was tired and needed sleep. I'd like a fair shot when I'm rested. I'm sure you'll be satisfied with the results." "Being tired is no excuse, Victor. When I was your age there was no stopping me. I'll find someone else who can do the job," Tuck said. "I don't want you to get someone else, Frank. If you won't let me have Victor, I'll find someone to take care of me," Elizabeth said. I didn't think she was being serious, but Elizabeth must have convinced Tuck that she was. "All right. You can have your way. I don't want you picking up strangers. We'll give Vic a fair trial period," Tuck said. We both thanked him. "You won't be sorry, Frank. Victor will keep me happy. You'll see," Elizabeth said. "Your wife is right, Sir. I know I can keep her happy," I said. Tuck seemed to be giving our agreement some thought. "Maybe you two should take a few days off, and go to a hotel to really get acquainted," he suggested. Elizabeth quelled his idea. "I don't think that's a necessary, Frank. You need a driver, and Victor is very reliable. Victor and I are already acquainted. Now that you've given us permission to sleep together, we'll become better acquainted." We arrived at their house, and I jumped out to help Tuck to the back door. He thanked me, and then asked, "Where's Missy?" "She has the day off, Sir." He turned and hurried back to the car, demanding to know why Missy had the day off. Elizabeth explained, "She's been working seven days a week for five weeks, Frank. I had to give her the day off." "You had no right to give her the day off. I need her," Tuck said. Elizabeth bristled, and I became afraid she would spoil what we'd just gained. "You need her to wear my panties, and shake her tits so you can jerk off. You're depraved, Frank," Elizabeth said to her husband. Tuck became hysterical. "Who told you that? Did Missy say that's what we did?" he asked his wife. Elizabeth stood her ground. "She told me what you make her do because I caught her going through my panty drawer." This wasn't true at all. Missy had claimed that it was Tuck who went into his wife's panty drawer and chose the panties he wanted Missy to wear. I'd had to reveal this to Elizabeth in order to protect Missy. Now, Elizabeth was turning it around. Would Tuck believe her? "Missy enjoys what we do," Tuck said, becoming defensive now. "I'm sure she does, dear," Elizabeth said. "You had no right to give her the day off. I need her to help me relax. How am I going to go to sleep?" he asked with self-pity in his voice. Elizabeth was sitting in the passenger's seat. Tuck was talking to her from outside the car, and I was standing nearby, ready to catch him if he fell. She glanced at me before addressing her husband. "Perhaps Victor and I can make you relax." "How could you and Vic make me relax?" Tuck sounded suspicious. "I'll shake my tits for you while Victor fucks me," she offered. "Your tits are not as big as Missy's. She has nice tits," Tuck said. "I have nice tits, too. You used to tell me that I had nice tits," Elizabeth said, almost pleading now. "That was before we were married," Tuck said. He was being difficult, and I didn't see how Elizabeth would be able to bring him around to her way of thinking. She persisted. "I'll wear a pair of my panties. You can choose which ones you want me to wear." This offer hung in mid-air while Tuck thought it over. Apparently, he liked it. "Will you wear the black thong while Vic is fucking you?" he asked. "Yes, dear, if that's what you want," Elizabeth said, glancing at me, looking triumphant. "You'll swing your tits for me?" Tuck asked, like he was negotiating a strategic point of a contract. "Yes, dear," Elizabeth answered her husband. Tuck gave me a critical stare. "Are you up for this, Vic?" "He's perfectly capable," Elizabeth interrupted. "Let him answer," Tuck growled at his wife. "I'll do my part to help you relax, Sir." Tuck extended a hand toward me. "Help me into the house," he said. Elizabeth followed us to the back door, and into the playroom. Tuck poured himself a drink, and asked if we wanted one. We declined. Elizabeth offered to go after the thong, but Tuck stopped her, saying he would go. I watched until he was out the door before appealing to Elizabeth. "Let's tell him about the van. Maybe he'll be lenient if he knows we fucked four times last night," I whispered to Elizabeth. "NO! We can't let him know about the van. That was before he gave you permission to fuck me. He would have grounds for divorce." "What do you think he was doing with Ginger last night? I saw him give her money to shake her tits for him," I argued. "Help him. Make sure he doesn't trip and fall on his way back down the stairs," she said, like she hadn't heard a word I'd said. I started to obey her when she called me back. "We can do this. I'll help you," she said, waving for me to go. I ran up the stairs, and found Tuck in their bedroom. He was looking at the bed. It was quite a sight, unmade and disheveled. "Elizabeth is the only woman I've known who could make a bed look like that. How many times did you say you fucked her?" he asked. "Two times, Sir." He held up the black thong for me to see. "Are you ready to put on a show for me, Vic?" "Yes, Sir," I said, and I helped him down the stairs, feeling as unsteady on my feet as he obviously was. What if I came too soon? Worse, what if I couldn't get it up? Elizabeth took over as soon as we entered the room. "Undress me slowly," she whispered, putting her arms around me. "Kiss my neck. Frank will like that. Is he taking his clothes off?" "No, he's refilling his drink," I whispered as I unbuttoned the dress she was wearing. "Is he watching?" she asked as she unbuttoned my shirt. "No, he's taking a sip of his drink," I whispered. "We've got to make him watch us. Remove my bra and suck on my nipples," she whispered. I pulled the dress over her head, and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. He was watching, but I couldn't tell her because her lips were attached to mine in such a way that it was impossible for me to speak. As soon as I got her bra off, Elizabeth took my shirt off and unbuckled my belt. I leaned down to take one of her nipples between my lips. "Turn around, let me see what he's doing," Tuck said. We did as he wanted, turning so he could watch me suck his wife's nipples. "Take off your clothes, Frank," Elizabeth said. He took another sip of his drink before setting the glass down, and removing his coat and tie. "Bite her nipple," Tuck ordered. Elizabeth must have seen that I wasn't going to comply. "He will if you get naked for us, Frank," she said. Tuck fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. When he got it off, I saw the thickest dark hair on his chest that I'd ever seen. "Bite her nipple," he repeated. "Take your pants off and he'll bite me," Elizabeth said to her husband. "I'm not going to do that," I whispered. "Yes, you will. He wants to hear me scream," Elizabeth said in her normal voice. Tuck was too busy trying to remove his pants without falling down to pay any attention to her. "Take your shoes off first," Elizabeth said to her husband, showing remarkable patience. We watched as Tuck struggled to remove his shoes, pants and underwear. He drained his glass, and went behind the bar to refresh his drink so I didn't get a look at his cock until he came back into the open. It was so small and shriveled that I had trouble maintaining a straight face. "Bite her," he said for the third time. "Bite me," Elizabeth repeated her husband. I took her nipple between my teeth and applied pressure. "Harder," Tuck said, and Elizabeth echoed her husband's order. I clamped my teeth together and heard Elizabeth scream in pain. "Did I hurt you?" I asked. "Let me see," Tuck said. Elizabeth turned both ways for her husband to view the small amount of blood that surrounded the nipple. She had tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry," I whispered. Tuck studied the nipple, looking satisfied with the job I'd done. "Get undressed," he said to me. I quickly removed the rest of my clothes. He looked me over. I'd been excited before the nipple incident, but now I was soft. "Doesn't it get bigger than that?" he asked. Elizabeth came to my defense. "It gets a lot bigger, Frank. I'll make sure he gets bigger." He seemed to lose interest in the size of my cock, and did the strangest thing. He turned his back to us. "Get ready," he said. "He doesn't want to look at my pussy," Elizabeth explained to me as she leaned on me for support while taking her panties off, and putting the thong on. She looked to make sure he still had his back turned before falling to her knees, and taking my cock into her mouth. "I'm sorry I hurt you," I said as I watched her suck my cock. It only took a few seconds for her to get me to full size. "It didn't hurt that much," she assured me as she got to her feet before telling her husband that we were ready. He turned around and looked surprised when he saw the size of my cock. His was still soft and small. His assertion, 'I'm hung like a horse' jumped into my mind for a second, but soon faded when I thought of the consequences I'd face if I laughed. "Let's see what you've got, Vic," Tuck said, beginning to try to wake his cock up. We discussed the best way to go about putting on a show for him. "He wants to see me wiggle my tits, so I guess doggy would be a good way to start," Elizabeth said. "Let me check to see if you're wet first," I said, lowering myself to my knees. Elizabeth pulled the crotch of her thong to the side and I stuck my tongue in her slit. She was plenty wet, but I gave her a good tonguing anyway. "I can't see what you're doing," Tuck complained. I snuck a look at him, and saw that his cock had grown considerable since I'd last looked. Wanting to have him cum, and get this over with as quickly as possible, I moved behind Elizabeth and stuck my head between her legs. This must have been an improvement because I heard Tuck groan. "I'm ready, Victor," Elizabeth said, pushing my head away, and getting onto her knees. I got behind her and Elizabeth moved the crotch aside so I could slip right in. I started humping her, and she shook her tits for Tuck. I must admit that I was paying more attention to the expression on his face than the way his wife's pussy felt because I wanted to last as long as I could. Tuck stopped pulling his pud. "I want to see it going in and out," he demanded. Elizabeth turned her head, and contorted her lips as if to say, 'let's humor him'. I pulled out, and let her position me on my back. She got on her knees, facing Tuck, and sank down on my cock. Soon she was bouncing and wiggling her tits. "Is that better, Frank?" she asked. Although I couldn't see him, I heard him groan again. Since I was lying on my back, and couldn't see Tuck, Elizabeth described what her husband was doing. She made it sound like he was going to get off at any second, and our job would be finished. I don't know if she was faking her own enjoyment, but when I saw her eyes cross, and heard Tuck's loud groan, I let their combined enthusiasm influence me. "VICTOR! YOU DIDN'T!" Elizabeth screamed as she collapsed on top of me. I heard an equally bitter pronouncement from Tuck. Disappointment rang in his voice as he said, "I was almost there." Elizabeth tried to defend my action. "He's young, Frank. I mislead him, and he thought it was okay to cum." "I was so close," Tuck lamented. "He's young, Frank. He'll recover quickly, and we can start over. Just tell us what you want us to do," Elizabeth appealed to her husband. Now it was my turn to groan. Why couldn't we tell Tuck that we'd fucked five times in the last few hours? He would understand, wouldn't he? For once it my life, I didn't want to fuck again for three days, and Elizabeth was saying we could start over as soon as I recovered. Elizabeth climbed off of me, and I rolled over to look at Tuck. His cock had shriveled up, and he wore a look of frustration on his face. He went behind the bar to make himself another drink. "Look at me, Frank. Watch this," Elizabeth said, wiggling her entire body. She was no Missy, but I couldn't resist watching her. Unfortunately, Tuck had no trouble resisting. "You had no right to give Missy the day off," Tuck complained. "Your tits don't swing the way hers do, and this boy has no stamina." "Yes, he does have stamina. Give us another chance, Frank," Elizabeth said. Her eyes were filled with desperation as she grabbed my cock, and began sucking furiously. She stopped twice, once to encourage me to let her get me hard, and once to say that we would do it differently. "You need to watch him," she said. When I was as hard as I was going to get, Elizabeth positioned me in a semi-sitting position on the floor, facing Tuck. Once she had me the way she wanted, she backed into me until her ass was resting on my stomach. "Let me do this, Victor. All you have to do is sit back and let me use your cock, okay?" I agreed to let her use me. What else could I do? "Watch me, Frank. I'm inserting Victor's cock in my pussy. See how tightly it fits. Oh, that feels good. Are you watching me? See my tits giggle? Take your little cock in your hand, and jerk on it. Does that feel good?" We watched as Tuck got his stroke going. His eyes were transfixed on our genitals joined together. Elizabeth had not been exactly truthful. Her pussy didn't fit tightly around my cock, and I was not in her very far at all. She was barely moving. One thing she did have right; it did feel good. I leaned back on my elbows to give her more wiggle room. She used the extra room to extend her stroke, taking me a little deeper into her pussy. Tuck must have seen the determined look on our faces. He stroked his cock harder and harder. I was helping Elizabeth, lifting my ass off the floor, trying to go deeper inside her. "Don't cum until he does," Elizabeth warned me. I watched Tuck, trying to gauge when he would cum. His face was contorted and his tongue was hanging slack, like he had no control over it. Elizabeth was encouraging both of us, telling Tuck to concentrate, and telling me to hang on. All I was thinking about was being able to cum in his wife as soon as Tuck got off. "Why doesn't he cum?" I asked. "He's trying, aren't you Frank? Don't distract him. You'll confuse him," Elizabeth admonished me. "This is the best fuck we've had so far," I said, thinking that we would have to do it this way again. Elizabeth agreed with me. "THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD!" she shouted at the top of her voice. This must have had an effect on Tuck. He screamed several unintelligible words, and Elizabeth stopped pumping. I urged her to continue, but she just sat there, watching her husband. "We did it," she screamed, excitedly. "I don't see anything," I said, trying to push my cock into her. "He did. Didn't you, Frank?" Tuck nodded, and I saw that his cock had wilted, practically disappearing. "Help him to bed," Elizabeth said to me, lifting her ass off of me. "Stay here and finish," I implored, but she was already on her feet. We each held on of his arms, and helped Tuck up the stairs. I was careful not to touch him other than on the arm as all three of us were naked, and my cock was still hard. "You did a good job, Vic," Tuck said to me. "Did I do a good job, Frank?" Elizabeth asked her husband. Tuck looked at his naked wife, and acknowledged that she'd done a good job, too. "Thank you, Elizabeth." "You said Victor could fuck me any time he wants," she reminded her husband. "Yes, I did, Liz." "You won't forget what you said, will you, Frank?" "I won't forget," Tuck assured his wife as he got into bed, the same bed where I'd fucked Elizabeth earlier that morning. He was asleep before we left the room. I put my arm around her as we descended the stairs, and she praised me for the way I'd performed. "We'll take a shower and go to work," she said. "We'll fuck first," I said. "Really?" she asked, looking at my cock, and seeing that it was still hard. "He just said that I could fuck you any time I want," I said, and watched her smile. "Where do you want to do it?" she asked. "Let's go out to the pool, and do it the same way as our first time together," I said. Elizabeth was agreeable. It nearly killed me, but I made sure that I bumped Elizabeth's ass against the side of the pool until she pleaded with me to stop. We showered, and made it to the office in time to have lunch with Trudy and Betty. Fortunately, there were no emergencies and we were able to leave work at the usual time. I went directly to the cottage, took off my clothes and got into bed. The next thing I knew, it was dark in the room and Missy was lying on top of me. The reason that I knew it was her was that I felt the tiny patch of her pubic hair tickling my ass. Summer Employment Ch. 06 "Did you forget what day it is?" she asked. "I know its Monday, but you've got to cut me some slack, Missy." "Am I too heavy?" she asked. "Stay where you are. I like the feel of your tits on my back." "Why are you so tired?" "The missus and I fucked six times." "That's not fair. This was my day and night," she said, sounding angry. I was concerned that she was going to get out of the bed, but she only ground her pussy into my ass. It felt great. "We did it for you, Missy. Tuck was upset that you had the day off. He said he couldn't relax. Elizabeth shook her tits for him while I fucked her." "He let you fuck the missus six times with him watching?" Missy asked. "We only had to do it twice for him. We'd fucked four times before that." "I hope the missus didn't get you into trouble with her old man. He'll cut your balls off, and you won't be any good to me or the missus either." "Tuck gave us permission to fuck two of those times. It's the two times in the van that he doesn't know about." "Do you want me to leave, and let you sleep?" Missy asked. "No, I like to feel you on top of me. I may even get hard if you keep rubbing your crotch against my butt." "Like this?" she asked. "YES!" I said, feeling her pubic hair tickle my ass, and her breasts push against my back. "Are you getting hard enough to fuck me, Brian?" "Let me turn over, and I'll show you what I want to do," I replied. She rose up so that I could get on my back. As soon as I was face up, she lowered her breasts to my chest, and reached for my cock. She straddled me, and ran the head of my cock up and down her slit before I could tell her what I wanted her to do. "You're nice and hard, Brian. Is it okay if I put it in?" "Yes, put it in, and lay on top of me, Missy." "Like this?" she asked, sinking down on my cock, and pushing her legs together so that every part of our bodies was touching. I patted her ass, and told her to stay that way. "Don't move. I want to feel every part of you touch me." "Do you like being inside of me?" "Yes, it feels good." "I like it too. Does this feel good?" she asked, exercising her pussy muscles. "That's so good. Kiss me, please." Missy moved her lips against mine, making them ripple, reminding me of waves approaching the shore. The walls of her pussy were making the same ripples on my cock. All I could do was to pat her butt every time I felt a ripple. I patted her ass a little harder, and noticed the intensity of the ripples increased. Her tongue began moving, and she rotated her pelvis to grip my cock tighter. I stroked her ass as few times, like I was smoothing the skin, and then, SMACK. Missy went wild, pushing her tongue deeper into my mouth and grinding her pussy against my cock in an effort to make it go in deeper. I stroked her ass again, smoothing the skin again, and Missy braced herself for the smack. I teased her by just stroking her ass. She held her breath, waiting for the smack. "Damn you, Brian, hit me! PLEASE!" "Missy, hang on. I'm going to turn you over, and fuck you good." I felt her squeeze my cock, and hold it. I slapped her ass, and we rolled over. She wrapped her legs around me, and pulled me into her. We fucked for ten minutes before I announced that I was ready to cum. "Hit me again," she said, raising her ass off the mattress. I slapped her with both hands, and held both cheeks of her ass as I drove my cock as deep as I could. Missy held me tight, and whimpered as I emptied my balls into her. "I'll let you rest," she said ten minutes later. I heard her say something about my food getting cold, but I didn't answer her. When I woke up the next morning the tray of food was still on the table, untouched. ************ Only two more chapters and let's see: Three, maybe four women. Summer Employment Ch. 07 Chapter 7: The Tucker Sisters Elizabeth rode in the front seat on the way to work. We had her husband's permission to have sex, any time I wanted to fuck her, and there was no reason to keep up appearances. "Did Tuck remember giving me permission to fuck you any time I want?" I asked. "Yes," she said, grinning from ear to ear. "I woke him up this morning, and reminded him of what he'd said. Would you like to sneak down to the van at lunchtime, or do you want to wait until tonight to take advantage of your privilege?" "I'm sorry, Elizabeth, but Sarah's coming over tonight after her shift." "Sarah's just so much talk. She won't show up," Elizabeth said. "I think I should wait for her. If she doesn't come I'll never trust her again." This didn't set well with Elizabeth. "There's always tomorrow night," she said. "Tomorrow is Missy's night. She was very understanding last night. I can't let her down," I said. "Don't tell me you're busy Thursday night," Elizabeth said. The tone of her voice said that she was clearly exasperated. "Thursday night I'm all yours," I said. "I'll be watching to see if Sarah comes tonight," she said as we got out of the car. Trudy was in a bad mood. She'd seen the work schedule and discovered that Betty had drawn the Saturday shift, and found out that Elizabeth had penciled herself in to work with me on Sunday. "Mark wanted me to bring you home again for a repeat performance, and Joyce has been asking about you. What night will you be free?" "Sorry, Trudy, I'm busy every night until Saturday." "May I tell Mark and Joyce you'll come to our apartment that night?" "I can't be sure, Trudy. Who knows what plans Betty may have for me that day?" "Fuck Betty," Trudy said, and then, catching herself, "Forget I said that." Tuck called, and wanted me to drive him to Tuck-north. Elizabeth told me to come right back. "What if he asks me to stay for lunch?" I asked. "I suppose you'll have to stay," she said, frowning. Tuck came out of the back door, and I went around the car to open the door to the backseat for him. He was dressed in his usual way, black suit, white shirt and black tie. He wore sunglasses and walked with purpose. "Not a word about what went on here yesterday, Vic," he said as he got into the back seat. "Yes, Sir," I said, and we drove to Tuck-North. When we got there, he told me to park the car, and join him inside. Caroline, Tuck's older daughter was our server. "I hear you're going to party with us tonight," she said to me. This was news to me. I was expecting Sarah, her sister, to drop by the cottage, but there'd been no mention of partying with Caroline. Later, Sarah confirmed what her sister had told me. "Come to my mother's house about eleven-thirty," she said in a seductive voice that made my cock jump. Tuck didn't react to what either of his daughters had said to me. We sat at the bar for over two hours while he had four drinks, and I ate two club sandwiches, complete with French fries and drank two Cokes. Elizabeth called twice while I was eating. The first time she wanted to know how many drinks her husband had had, and when I was coming back to the office. I answered that I hadn't been keeping track of Tuck's drinks, which was untrue, and that I didn't know when we would be leaving, which was true. The second time she wanted to know if her husband was talking to Marty. I told her he was. Marty was one of the customers Tuck had introduced me to the first time we'd been at Tuck-North. Tuck had been giving Marty free drinks. "Yes, they're talking now," I said. "Can you hear them? What are they saying?" she asked. I told her that I couldn't hear what was being said, which was the truth, almost. They had their heads together, but I was able to pick up a few words. "Keep an eye on them," she said, before letting me go back to my sandwich. At two-thirty, Tuck wanted me to take him home. "See you tonight, Victor," Eric said to me as I helped Tuck to the car. I gave him a thumbs-up. "I don't have a say about who my daughters fuck," Tuck said from the back seat. I looked into the rearview mirror, but with the sunglasses covering his eyes, I couldn't tell if he was watching me. For all I knew, his eyes were closed and he was talking in his sleep. We traveled a few miles, and just when I thought he'd gone to sleep, he spoke again. "But I do have a say about who my wives fuck, and just because I gave you permission to fuck Elizabeth, that doesn't mean you can fuck Vera unless I put you on the list." List? He has a list? "Yes, Sir," I said, curious to know if I was on the list. Vera had to be over forty, but she was a fine looking woman. I liked her, and would have liked to know her better, but I didn't think it would be appropriate to ask Tuck if I my name was on the list. As I helped him out of the car and walked him to the house, I wondered if he planned to have Missy wear his wife's panties, and shake her tits for him. Missy answered my question when she met us at the back door, wearing the same black thong that Elizabeth had worn the day before. She smiled and shook her tits as she took over helping Tuck through the door. Back at the office, Elizabeth wanted to know what I'd heard her husband say to Marty. I told her that they spoke in low voices, and I'd been unable to pick up anything that was said. This was not entirely true. I'd heard Tuck give Marty the address where we'd delivered Ginger, and where we'd picked Tuck up the morning before. I told Elizabeth that Sarah wanted me to come to her mother's house that night. "She'll have to come after you," Elizabeth said. "Tuck said I could drive one of the cars," I said, hoping she wouldn't discover that this wasn't exactly true. What Tuck had said was that he had no say over whom his daughters fucked. If he had been listening, he knew his daughter told me to come to her mother's house. How would I get there if I didn't drive one of the cars? "All right," she relented, adding, "I'll call you if Frank needs you to drive him someplace." I didn't tell her that Tuck was at home with Missy, who was wearing Elizabeth's thong. We finished the day at the office and Elizabeth rode in the front seat with me on the way home. I could tell that she didn't like it that I was going to Vera's house to meet with Sarah, but thinking that her husband had approved it, she didn't try to talk me out of going. I was on the telephone with my brother when Missy brought my dinner. I handed the phone to her, and told her to talk to Vic while I ate. I only heard her side of the conversation, but it wasn't difficult to know what he was asking. "He only fucked me once last night because the missus wore him out yesterday." "Six times." "No, not tonight, but I get him tomorrow night. He's going to be with Sarah tonight." Missy put her hand over the mouthpiece. "Vic doesn't believe me," she whispered. "Tell him what you did today," I said, and watched Missy speak into the phone. "Brian wants me to tell you what I did today with the boss. Brian brought the boss home about three o'clock. I met them at the door, and helped the boss into the playroom. He likes for me to wear the missus' panties while he plays with himself." "It's not working. He doesn't believe me," Missy said to me, not bothering to cover the mouthpiece. "Tell him to go fuck himself and hang up," I said to Missy, and that's what she did. Missy watched as I finished eating. She was going to take the tray when I stopped her. "Stay and keep me company for a while," I said. "What will we do?" she asked. "Anything you want." "Do you want me to take my clothes off?" "If you want to, but I can't. You understand, don't you?" Missy was already undressing. "Will you suck my tits and finger-fuck me, Brian?" I took off my shirt and we got on the bed. I did as she requested, sucked her tits and finger-fucked her. "Did Tuck get himself off today?" I asked. She giggled. "I got off before him. It took him forever, but he finally did," she said. "Does it make you hot to swing your tits for him, and show him your pussy?" "I got so hot today that I had to play with myself." "I'm sorry about last night," I said. "It's okay. Put two fingers in me, please." I made her orgasm, and then we kissed for a while. She stayed with me until it was time for me to get ready for my date with Sarah. "Have fun," she said as she took my tray to the kitchen. I parked in the rear of Vera Tucker's house at eleven-twenty-five and waited ten minutes before one of the Fiats roared to a stop. Caroline got out of the car, and motioned for me to follow her into her apartment. "Sarah and Eric will be along shortly. Would you like a drink, Victor?" I told her that I would like a scotch, and looked around. The apartment consisted of one big room and a bath. There was a bed in one corner, a small kitchenette in another corner. The rest of the room had a couch, table and four chairs. Caroline handed me a drink and we took a first sip, looking at each other. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you," she said, throwing her arms around my neck. I nearly spilled my drink as she kissed me on the lips. She pulled her head back, smiling at the way my cock bored into her tummy. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you, too," I said. Our lips were locked together when Sarah and Eric came in. "Hey, he's my date," Sarah said to her sister. "I was just trying him out," Caroline said, refusing to remove her arms from around my neck. Eric made drinks for everyone, and Sarah took a seat at the table. "Shall we get started?" she asked as she pushed a knob down and two clock hands spun around, clockwise. The knob was attached to a weighted spindle, and looked home-made. When the clock-hands stopped rotating I could see that the small hand was fixed to stop ninety degrees in back of the big hand. If the big hand was a twelve o'clock, the small hand would be at nine o'clock. Caroline guided me to the seat to the left of Sarah, and she took a seat to my left. Eric sat down opposite to me. Sarah explained the rules of the game we were going to play. "This is our version of spin the bottle, except our game is to be played by adults. You're an adult, aren't you, Victor?" she asked, putting her hand on my thigh. I assured her that I was an adult, and she continued. "If the big hand points to me, the small hand will point to Eric, and I get to specify what he is to do to someone else," she said, looking to see if I had questions. I did. "Can you tell him to do something to you?" "Yes." "What kind of stuff would you tell him to do?" "You'll see. Do you have another question?" I told her I would learn as we played, and she pushed the knob down. The hands made several revolutions before the big hand stopped, pointing to Caroline. She took a long swig of scotch and looked at me. "I want Victor to eat my pussy. Would you like to do that, Victor?" I glanced at Eric, and saw that he was smiling at me. "Yes," I said, not looking Sarah's way. Caroline stood up, removed her panties, lifted her skirt up to reveal a tiny patch of pubic hair above her shaved pussy, and sat back down. I got down on my knees, and was lowering my head when Sarah stopped us. "Move your chair back so we can watch what he's doing," she told her sister. Caroline did as Sarah wanted. I kissed the inside of Caroline's thigh, and felt how smooth it was. She pushed forward on the chair and spread her legs. As I took a tentative lick, I heard Eric ask Sarah if they should warn me. "Victor, she has a stubborn clit. Don't let her belittle you if you can't find it," Sarah said. "Don't listen to her, Victor. You just have to find it," Caroline said, lifting the leg that I'd kissed to my shoulder. I don't know if it was the sister's intention to trick me, but I took what Sarah had said about Caroline having a stubborn clit as a challenge. With determination, I set out to make her clit show itself, separating her pussy lips with my tongue, and licking from the bottom to the top and beyond. Caroline voiced her approval and swung her other leg over my shoulder. Remembering what Missy liked me to do; I used my thumbs to spread Caroline's pussy lips and fluttered my tongue, probing as deep as I could. "He found it!" Caroline declared and I felt the little nubbin touch the end of my nose. Eric and Sarah got out of their chairs, and came around the table to see if Caroline was telling the truth. I continued to lick and suck her pussy. "Move your head so we can see," Sarah said to me. When I lifted my head, I saw that Sarah's top was off, and Eric was massaging her breasts. "That's enough. You've seen it," Caroline said, pulling my head down with both hands, and holding it in place. Juices were flowing from Caroline's pussy, and the aroma of sexual arousal could have been cut with a knife. I fluttered my tongue between her lips again before moving it up to her clit. Caroline went wild, locking her legs around my neck and humping my tongue. I removed by thumbs from her pussy so I could place my hands under her butt. My intention was to slow her down, but I couldn't. She was pumping her ass so fast that all I could do was to suck on her pussy and give it an occasional lick. She slowed down twice, and I thought she was finished, only to be propelled even faster when she resumed humping my mouth. Eventually, she slowed to a stop, but her legs were still locked in back of my head. She sat motionless in the chair for minutes. I heard Eric and Sarah talking and wondered why they didn't free me. I felt Caroline's hands moving on my head, brushing my hair in one direction and then the other. She was making a cooing sound. Gradually, she relaxed her legs and let me lift my head. "I'm going to let my sister suck your cock, and then I'm going to fuck you," she whispered to me. I turned to see Sarah sitting in her chair with Eric on his knees in front of her. Caroline saw it too. "Hey, that's no fair. You lose a turn for that," she said. "We got tired of waiting on you," Sarah said as she watched Eric eat her pussy. They were both naked, and Sarah had her heels on his back, the same way Caroline's heels had been on my back until she decided to lock them and nearly strangle me. Caroline moved to the table, and pushed the knob down. We watched the hands move until the big hand stopped, facing the chair where Eric had sat. She placed her finger over her lips, warning me not to say anything. "It's pointing to me again," she said. "Sarah, I want you to suck Victor's cock. Take your clothes off, Victor." Had she been paying attention, Sarah could have seen her sister move the big hand back to point to where she'd been sitting. However, Sarah eyes were focused on Eric's mouth, and what he was doing to her pussy. She looked my way. "You heard her. Take your clothes off if your want your cock sucked." I was out of my clothes in seconds, and noticed that Caroline was doing the same. Sarah held out her hand, beckoning for me to come to where she was sitting. My cock was waving to and fro as I took the few steps toward her. Sarah reached for one of my hands and placed it on her breast. She then reached for my cock and pulled me closer. Just before she took my cock into her mouth, she smiled up at me. I stood next to the chair with my hand on her breast, and watched her bob her head on my cock. There were a couple of times that she pulled her head away to give Eric instructions or to recover from an orgasm he'd given her. During these breaks in the action, I was able to sneak a peek at Caroline, who was draped over Eric's back with her arms around his waist, playing with his balls and cock. As Sarah resumed sucking my cock, I eased forward so I could put my free hand around her, and massage both breasts. This must have met her approval because she took more of my cock into her mouth and sucked harder. When my cum spurted out of the end of my cock, Sarah was sucking so hard that she didn't notice that it was flooding the back of her throat. Then, her eyes became big and she smiled up at me as she cleaned the head of my cock. When she was satisfied that she'd finished, Sarah patted my cock and turned her attention back to Eric. Seeing this, Caroline untangled her body from her fiancée, and took me by the hand, leading me toward the bed. "Hey! You didn't finish," Eric yelled in our direction. "Sarah will take care of you," Caroline said. I watched Sarah and Eric move into a sixty-nine position as we got onto the bed. "You're going to enjoy this. I'm a good fuck. Everyone says so," Caroline said, pulling me to her for a long kiss. Everyone says so? What had I gotten myself into here? We were still kissing and groping each other when we heard Eric announce that he was coming. Caroline was sucking my tongue into her mouth the same way her sister had sucked my cock. She must have felt that I'd fully recovered, because she maneuvered us so that I was between her open legs. "Do you know what to do with this?" she asked, taking my cock between her fingers and pulling it to her pussy. Anxious to show her that I knew what to do, I thrust forward, burying my cock to the hilt. "I see that you know how to start. Now, let's see if you know how to get to the finish." What others had said about Caroline was true. She really was a good fuck. She met my thrusts, and used the muscles in the walls of her pussy to grip my cock, only to release it and make her pussy feel velvety for the backstroke. "You're a good fuck," I said. "Stop!" she shouted and I did, wondering what I'd done wrong. A second later she was pushing her pelvis upward. "That was a nice one," she said. "Did you climax?" "Do you have to ask?" she asked as she pulled on my ass with both hands. We must have fucked for ten more minutes before she spoke again. "We'll do it doggy style next time. Do you like doggie?" "Oh, yeah, I can't wait," I assured her. "Not tonight. It'll have to wait until next time." "Why?" I asked, pushing my cock into her as far as I could. "Because, my sister will want to fuck you tonight," she said. "Oh," I said, feeling my balls erupt. "I'm coming," I warned her, and Caroline used her heels to push me deep into her. We shivered together as my cum shot into her pussy, and then we lay quietly with my full weight upon her until my cock popped out of her pussy. I got off of Caroline. We watched as Eric lay on his back at the foot of the bed, and Sarah bounced up and down on top of him. I'm not sure what happened after that. As I told Elizabeth on the way to work the next morning, "I must have gone to sleep before Sarah and Eric finished." "Are you saying that you didn't fuck Sarah?" "I may have. I'm not sure," I said. "How can you not be sure?" she asked. "I woke up when I felt my cock being sucked. It was dark in the room, and I couldn't tell if it was Caroline or Sarah. Their bodies are almost identical, and their voices sound the same. Whichever one it was moved up, and told me not to wake her sister and Eric as she lowered her pussy and we connected. I believe it was Sarah, but I can't be sure." "Why do you think it was Sarah?" Elizabeth asked, sounding like she gave a shit which one it was. "The only difference in their bodies is that Sarah's clit is normal size and Caroline's is tiny. I'm pretty sure I felt Sarah's clit while she was bouncing up and down on me. I only got one feel because she kept my hands busy fondling her tits." Elizabeth was contemplative for a few seconds. "Are you going to see them again?" "I don't know. I came, and she got off of me. I got dressed in the dark and drove home. It was after three when I got to the cottage." Summer Employment Ch. 07 "I hope you're not too worn out to take care of Melinda tonight and me tomorrow," Elizabeth said. I assured her that I wasn't. Except for Trudy throwing a tantrum, the day went smooth. Trudy saw a change in the work schedule, and confronted Elizabeth about it. "You want him for yourself," she screamed at Elizabeth. "You seem to forget that I'm the office manager. I can work both Saturday and Sunday if I want. You take the weekend off and have a good time," Elizabeth said. "What a bitch she's becoming," Trudy said to me. "Did you have plans for me?" I asked. "Mark and Joyce are going to be so disappointed. She's been looking forward to you fucking her, and all Mark talks about is sloppy seconds." The picture of Joyce coming into the shower with me came to my mind. "I'll see if I can get free one night," I offered. "Would you? Mark and Joyce will be so pleased if you can arrange something." Tuck didn't call for me to drive him anyplace. I wondered why. "He's laying low today. Have you seen the newspapers?" Elizabeth asked. "No," I said. She showed me an article about a shooting that had taken place the day before. There was a photo of the apartment building where I'd taken Ginger and Tuck. "That's where we picked up my husband the other day. Was the woman named Ginger?" Elizabeth asked. "Yes," I confirmed, and quickly scanned the article. It said a shooting had taken place inside one of the apartments. Two men and a woman suffered gunshot wounds, but they were treated and released to police custody. The article implied that the police were looking for an unknown person, who was behind the shootings. "Frank's really concerned. I got him to admit that he's afraid Marty will implicate him, but I think he has more to worry about from Ginger," Elizabeth said. "Let's hope that neither of them talks," I said, secretly hoping the opposite. Chauffeuring Tuck around was a duty I'd like to be rid of. Still, I'd been hired to drive Tuck. Without that duty I'd be dispensable. "Let's hope that neither of them talks," I repeated, meaning it this time. "This car needs to be washed, and the inside cleaned," Elizabeth said on the way home. "We could drive the Mercedes," I suggested, and drew a grin from her. "We could hire someone to keep the cars clean. You're far too valuable to be expected to do that sort of work," she said and I agreed with her. Missy brought my dinner to the cottage, and stayed with me while I ate. "Did Tuck make you wear Elizabeth's panties and wiggle your tits for him today?" I asked her. "No, the boss stayed in his room all day. Do you know what's wrong with him?" "I don't know," I lied. Missy had enough dirt on the rest of us already. Tuck's trouble was something I wanted to use if I needed a favor from him. "I'll be back after dark," she said when she took my tray. "You don't need to wait until after dark. Elizabeth knows about us, and Tuck won't make a stink about you coming back in daylight." "Okay," she said, smiling. She hurried back, and we stripped our clothes off. I felt badly about giving her a short share on Monday night, so I treated her to an oral orgasm right off. "You're getting really good at that," she complimented me. "I'm learning what you like." "Shit! I like it any way you want to do me," she laughed. I loved playing with her tits. They were not huge. It was like molding clay. Once I positioned them a certain way, they stayed that way until I decided to move them. "Do you like it when I play with your tits?" "I told you that I like everything you do." "How about down here?" I asked, opening her slit with my thumb and finger. "Do you like your pussy stroked?" She grinned and opened her legs for me. "I'd like it better if you put this inside," she said, putting her fingers around my cock. It was becoming dusk when I climbed on her, and we fucked until it was completely dark. "The missus warned me not to tire you out tonight. She'll be angry if you can't give her everything she wants tomorrow night," Missy said as I rolled off of her. "Fuck the missus," I said and heard Missy's giggle turn into laughter. I laughed too. We fell asleep. When I reached for her during the night, Missy was gone. I was concerned that I'd cheated her, but when I went to the back door the next morning, she was there with a smile on her face as she handed me my muffin and coffee. "Don't let the missus sap all your strength tonight. I want you strong and ready to go tomorrow night," she said. "I'll be ready for you," I laughed, but I knew I was going to have a hard time living up to that statement as soon as we got into the car. Elizabeth put her hand on my upper thigh, and began rubbing it, down to my knee and back up to my cock. She was wearing a very short skirt, and as I found out later, no panties. We had worked about an hour when Elizabeth said that we needed to inventory the dishes and glasses. "Follow me," she said, heading for the stairs. "Yeah, right," Trudy whispered. "Why does she need tissues to count the dishes?" I looked and indeed, Elizabeth was carrying a box of tissues. We didn't even stop in the downstairs stockroom. She headed straight to the bay where the van was parked. Naturally, I follow her, already getting a boner. Elizabeth got into the back of the van, and she had stripped her clothes off before I got in. Naturally, I stripped my clothes off too. We were on our knees in the back of the van. "Suck my nipples," she said. "I've been thinking about you sucking my tits all night." I wondered if she'd been outside the cottage last night, listening to me carry on with Missy. I lowered my head and took one of her nipples between my lips. Gradually, I lowered her until she was on her back, and I was still on my knees, above her, sucking first one nipple and then the other. "That's enough. Fuck me," she ordered. I took exception to the way she was directing the action, and continued to suck her nipples. "Fuck me!" she demanded. "You don't have me until tonight," I reminded her. "It isn't dark yet." "Please, Victor. I haven't had your cock in me since Sunday." "Since Monday," I reminded her. "Yes, but only Monday morning." "I'll finger fuck you," I offered, and began massaging her pussy. I put one finger in her pussy, and moved it around while I tweaked her clit with my thumb. Elizabeth kept whining, saying it wasn't fair. I told her I was teaching her a lesson. Eventually, she accepted my treatment and got off. She used the tissues to wipe the excess juices from her pussy, and we went back to work. You can't imagine how I suffered. Not only did I have to endure Trudy's teasing, I couldn't make my cock go down. Elizabeth tried the same thing that afternoon, saying we needed to count the dishes. I followed her to the van, and got her off with my finger again. "I'll bring your dinner to the cottage," she offered. "No, that's Missy's job," I said. She tried again. "I'll come to the cottage as soon as Melinda comes back to the house with the tray of dirty dishes." "No, you'll come after it gets dark. We'll swim," I said, and Elizabeth reluctantly agreed to abide by my terms. It was just getting to be dusk when I heard the splash in the pool. "Well, Shit! I guess she's learned her lesson," I said as I pulled off my clothes, and headed to the pool. Summer Employment Ch. 08 Chapter 8: Vera I'd told Elizabeth to come to the cottage after dark, but when I heard a splash in the pool outside, I decided not to make her wait for me, even though it was barely dusk. I removed my clothes, went out and jumped in. She was waiting at the deep end. "What do you want?" she asked as I approached her. "I want the same as you," I said, attempting to kiss her. She pulled away from me, pretending to play hard to get. "It's unlikely that we have anything in common. You're my husband's driver, a mere boy," she said, using the Witch's voice I'd heard the first day at the office. "You liked the way I finger fucked you in the van today." "That's preposterous. I would never let you touch me in such a way," she said, lifting her breasts above the water line for me to see that she was naked. Perplexed, I tried again. "You not only let me touch you in the van; but I got you off twice by sticking one finger in your pussy, and playing with your clit with my thumb." "Stop talking that way this instant. If my husband sees us together, he'll have you killed." "Elizabeth, are you forgetting that Tuck gave me permission to fuck you?" "He would never permit you to touch me," she said in an authoritative tone. "He not only permitted it, he watched us fuck while he beat off." "He may be watching from an upstairs window. Swim to the other end of the pool so he'll see that you're not molesting me," she implored. I humored her, by swimming to the other end of the pool. On the way back, I glanced up at the second floor windows and saw that not only Tuck was watching, Missy was also at the same window. I couldn't tell if either of them was wearing anything, but I was surprised to see that Tuck was definitely playing with her tits. Elizabeth was waiting with open arms. I put my hands under her ass so I could lift her breasts out of the water. I alternated kissing her and sucking her nipples. "Is he watching?" she asked. "Yes, he's at one of the windows with Missy." "Is she wearing my panties?" "I couldn't tell for sure." She encircled my back with her arms, and my ass with her legs, making me support her. I felt her breast against my chest and her pussy rub my stomach as her tongue invaded my mouth. "Swim to the other end of the pool and pay attention this time," she said, impulsively pushing me away. This was ludicrous. Why was Missy letting Tuck play with her tits? Why was Elizabeth playing hard to get? I put my hands under her ass, and hoisted her onto the side of the pool. "What are you doing?" she asked, but stopped talking when I clamped my mouth to her pussy. "They'll see us," she complained as she opened her legs for me. "Oh, MY GOD!" she exclaimed as I ate her. Elizabeth locked her legs around my back. I didn't hear any more resistance until she'd climaxed, and I'd joined her on the concrete skirt that surrounded the pool. "They'll see us," she said when she saw what I was going to do. "OH, MY GOD!" she said as I entered her. "Are they watching?" she asked. I looked up at the window. "Missy is shaking her tits and Tuck is beating off. They must like the show we're putting on for them," I said. The next time I looked up at the windows, Tuck and Missy had disappeared. "Show's over," I told Elizabeth, and she suggested that we put on a show for ourselves inside the cottage. She stayed all night, and even let me get some sleep. The next night, Missy admitted that she'd let Tuck play with her tits. "He lost interest in my tits and watched what you and the missus were doing. I liked it too, and we got off about the same time. He gave me a tip and went to bed." She seemed pleased with the way things had turned out. As my social schedule became firm, we all knew what we could expect. Missy tolerated my being too tired to perform, especially on Wednesday nights after my Tuesday appointment with the Tucker sisters and Eric. I found other differences between Caroline and Sarah. In addition to Caroline's tiny clit, she was tighter than her sister. The next time Sarah fucked me in the dark, I knew it was her by the easy way I slipped inside her. Once though, when I fucked her first, before Eric stretched her pussy, it was hard to distinguish her from her sister. Elizabeth monopolized my Thursday nights and all day and night on Saturdays and Sundays, except once when she let Trudy work on Saturday with me. We took a long lunch hour, which was plenty of time for me to give Mark his sloppy seconds with Trudy and Joyce. I got sloppy thirds later, first with Joyce in the apartment, and then with Trudy in the van after we went back to the office. Elizabeth went ape the next day when she discovered than I was listless, and could only do her with my finger and thumb. "That's it. Trudy can forget about working alone with you again." It was the same for Betty. Elizabeth didn't let her work alone with me either. I found that Elizabeth was very manipulative. She hired a young man to keep the cars washed, and when Tuck became convinced that Marty hadn't told the cops that Tuck was behind the shootings at Ginger's apartment, the young man drove Tuck around on Elizabeth's days with me. Elizabeth's scheming backfired on her once though. She scheduled a day off for Eric, Caroline and Sarah one Tuesday, hoping they'd go away to a cabin the family owned. She made it a point to tell me that Sarah wouldn't keep her date with me, but I was stubborn, and went to Vera's house at the appointed time anyway. I parked in back of the house, which was dark. Eleven-thirty came, and no one had shown up. At midnight, I was about ready to leave when I saw a figure approaching the car. "Victor?" Vera asked. "Hi, I was waiting for Sarah," I said. "She's...they're not here. Didn't you know they had the day off?" "No," I answered, wondering why Sarah didn't call to inform me they were not going to be there for our weekly foursome." "Isn't that just like Elizabeth? She knew they would go to the lake," Vera said, irritation in her voice. I wasn't surprised at her actions. I'd seen enough of Elizabeth to know she was probably waiting for me in the cottage. "Elizabeth means well," I said, giving her credit for ingenuity. I was tempted to start the car, and hurry to the cottage to see if Elizabeth was there. "Would you like to come in and wait for Sarah?" Vera asked. I didn't think twice about accepting her invitation, not that I cared if Sarah and her sister showed up or not. I was a little pissed at them for taking off without letting me know they'd be gone. But going inside with Vera presented another opportunity. "Sure, I'd like that," I said. Vera had come from the restaurant she managed. She was dressed in her usual way, long-sleeved blouse and long skirt. I waited until we were inside the old house before beginning my seduction of Vera Tucker. "There's something that I've been wondering about you, Vera," I said, and watched her turn. She was standing at the edge of a large braided rug. I was at the other end, about twelve feet away. The rug was colorful and covered wide flooring. "What is that, Victor?" "Why do you wear long skits to work? I'll bet you're hiding nice long legs under the skirts you always wear." Vera eyed me, critically curious. "How old are you, Victor?" "I'll be twenty on my next birthday," I lied. My brother was going to be twenty six months from now, two months after I turned nineteen. Yeah, we were close in age. "How old do you think I am?" she asked. I noticed how her eyes were glistening, like she was having as much fun with this as I was having. "Thirty-nine?" I asked, knowing she had to be older. Caroline was twenty-three. "You're close," she said, so convincingly that I decided it was possible that she'd been sixteen when Caroline was born. "May I see them?" "My legs?" Vera asked. What the hell did she think I was talking about? "Yes." "May I see yours?" she asked. I didn't hesitate to drop my pants. With a pull on my belt, and a flick of the top button, my pants fell to my ankles. Vera was slower and more deliberate. Her eyes never left mine as her hands worked to unhook her belt buckle, and then to find the first two buttons. She held the top of the skirt with both hands, her expression placid, before releasing it, and letting the material puddle at her feet. Even from twelve feet away, I could see that her legs were something to behold. They were as shapely as either of her daughters' legs, tanned and smooth. "Why? Why do you keep them covered?" I asked, unable to take my eyes off her legs. A sound came from deep in her throat, something between a grunt and a hearty laugh. "Why do you keep your legs covered?" "Ah, I understand, it's because of the intrigue it creates in the minds of the opposite sex. That's why I wear long pants. Is it the same with you?" "Most men like to imagine what's under my long skirt. You asked to see my legs. That shows that you're not satisfied with imagining. You wanted to see for yourself. I hope seeing my legs met your expectations," she said, bending over to pick up her skirt. "Wait...wait, Vera; I couldn't...would you mind...?" Vera looked at me and seemed to understand. Her blouse was interfering with my view of the tops of her thighs. She picked up the tails of her blouse and held them, watching me fill my eyes with the sight. Her panties were black, and from twelve feet away, they appeared to be made from satin or silk material with lace trim at the seams. "Would you mind holding your shirttails up so I can see the rest of your legs?" she asked and I obliged her, proudly lifting my shirttail. My jockey shorts were not fancy like her panties, but she looked closely as if they were. As we stood there, displaying our legs for the other, I wondered how to approach the next step. It was after midnight on Wednesday morning. Time was wasting. I was expected to be at work in a few hours. Why beat around the bush? Why not get right to the point? "Your husband gave me permission to make love to you...if you want me to, of course," I said, lying. Tuck hadn't told me if I was on the list approved to fuck his wife or not. Vera laughed, and laughed, and laughed, but she remained standing at the edge of the braided rug, still holding the tails of her blouse up for me to see her panties. "My ex-husband doesn't tell me who I can make love with," she said. "Does that mean that you're amenable to having sex with me?" She laughed again. "Victor, you're nineteen years old. Why are you in such a rush? You have lots of time. Let's take this slow. Are my legs the only thing you admire about my body?" I saw where she was taking this. She wanted suspenseful build up. So what if I didn't get to bed until four o'clock in the morning, and was dead on my feet tomorrow. "I've pictured your breasts. Would you mind removing your blouse, Vera?" "I don't mind if you will remove your shirt," she said, already unbuttoning the front of her blouse. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it to the floor. Again, we stood at opposite ends of the braided rug and looked at each other, approving what we were seeing. From the distance of twelve feet, she looked trim and statue-like in the black panties and matching bra. My boner was obvious, and I felt naked in my jockey shorts. "I suppose you want me to take off my bra?" she asked, already reaching behind her back. "That would be...that would...ah...yes, that would...be." Vera released the bra and we watched as it floated to the floor. She squared her shoulders, making her breasts stand erect, almost. There was noticeable sag to them, but no more than would be expected, given her age. "I'm forty-three," she said, calmly returning my gaze. I came so close to admitting that I was eighteen that it was frightening. "I'm...I'll be twenty in six months." Vera took one step forward and stopped, looking at me quizzically, as if she expected me to do the same. I nearly tripping on my pants before stepping out of them to take one step forward, now standing about nine feet from her. "You have lovely breasts," I observed. "Thanks you," Vera said, standing proudly erect. 'The nipples seem to be growing." I said. Vera took another step forward, and when I did the same, we were maybe six feet apart. "It's the cool air that makes them like that," she said, not trying to hide the trickle of sweat that rolled down between her breasts. "Are you sure it's not from excitement of being almost naked and letting me look at you?" She laughed, and from six feet away, I watched her breasts shimmy. "Do I look excited?" "No," I had to admit that her expression was placid. Was she letting her breasts shimmy on purpose? "I am," she said. "You're excited?" She nodded, making her breasts jiggle. "I'm excited, wondering how you're going to proceed. Do you have a plan, Victor?" "Well, yes, I have a plan." "What is it?" "My plan?" "Yes, I'd like to know your plan. It would make it easier for me to respond." "My plan is to have sex with you." Vera laughed again. "That's your objective. I need to know your plan. Do you have a step-by-step plan as to how you're going to reach your objective? It would help me immensely if I knew what to expect." I took a step forward. "That's my first step," I said. "Would you like for me to come closer?" she asked. "Yes, please." She took the step, making us approximately three feet from each other. Two drops of sweat were rolling down between her breasts, and beads of sweat were collecting at her neckline and shoulders. There was a summer breeze outside, but the house had been closed up while Vera was at work, and there was no air conditioning. "Don't make me ask if I should do something. I want to know what's expected of me in advance." She wanted me to choreograph our love making session, step-by-step. What was wrong with spontaneity? "I'll start by going down on you, and making you orgasm," I began, but Vera immediately stopped me. "Wouldn't it be appropriate to remove my panties before you go down on me?" Vera asked. "Isn't that a given? Of course I'll remove your panties first." "How will you go about it?" she asked. "How will I go down on you?" "No, silly, how will you remove my panties?" "Oh, you want my step-by-step plan." "Yes, I need you to be specific so I'll know how to respond." "Ah, first I'll get down on my knees, and then I'll pull your panties down. Next, I'll..." "Wait, I need to know if you'll look up at me before you pull my panties down." "Would you like for me to look up at you?" "Yes, I'd like for you to look up at me and smile. I'll smile back so you know I approve of your next step." "Okay, I'll look up at you, see you smile, and then I'll pull your panties down. Next, I'll..." "Wait, I need to know if you'll bring my panties to your nose and..." My cock was killing me, and I'd had it with Vera questioning my every move. I closed the distance between us, and watched her grin as I pushed my lips into hers. She kissed me back until we were both breathless. "Where's your bedroom?" I asked. "I thought you'd never asked," she said, taking my hand, and leading me upstairs. I fell to my knees as soon as we were inside her room, and looked up at her before I lowered her panties. She smiled down at me as she stepped out of them. I fastened my mouth to her pussy, and lowered her to the carpet. Vera struggled to turn me around and tug my shorts off. We took turns, me tonguing her pussy and her sucking my cock. Her orgasm hit first, but I was right behind her. "Give an old lady a minute to rest," she said, getting to her feet and collapsing on the bed. I joined her there, and removed our shoes. She teased me about how long she'd kept me busy outlining my step-by-step plan. "I didn't get to the part where I tell you how I'm going to fuck you," I said. She snuck a look at my cock. "I don't care how you go about it, Victor, but I do have one request." "What's that, Vera?" "Please don't compare the way I fuck to the way my daughters fuck." "I won't," I promised as I got between her legs. But she'd gotten inside my head, and I believe she knew it. How could I not think of Caroline's pussy as I entered her mother? "Which one are you comparing me too?" Vera asked. "Neither one," I lied, wondering if it would be the same when I fucked Caroline and Sarah again. How would I be able to forget Vera when I was inside one of her daughters? Not that it detracted from the enjoyment of fucking Vera. She was incredibly tight, not what I would have expected a forty-three year old woman to be at all. She was also fun, making jokes about being old enough to me my mother. As it turned out, that was our only night together. After that, Sarah and Caroline never missed a Tuesday night with me. I believe they knew that their mother had entertained me. Every time I saw Vera, she would wink at me and make a remark that indicated she would be agreeable to another time with me. "I hear the girls and Eric have a day off next Wednesday. I hate being alone in that old house," she would say. "I'm sorry, Vera, but I have to stay in the cottage on Wednesday nights," I would answer. She may have surmised that Wednesday was one of Missy's nights with me. Or, she may have guessed that it was one of Elizabeth's nights. It was the same with Betty. She went out of her way to let me know that her daughter would like to meet me. "Carrie's your age. She's a lovely girly, even if I say so myself." "I'm sure she is if she looks anything like you, Betty," I said. But my schedule was set, and Elizabeth made sure I adhered to it. She never made the mistake of giving Sarah and Caroline a Tuesday off again. Once, when Missy had her period, Elizabeth found out, and came to the cottage to fill in. When the summer ended, I'd worked seventy straight days. Tuck handed me a bonus check, saying it was for my fine work as his driver, but I think it was because I'd fucked the bitchiness out of Elizabeth. I don't believe he knew about me and Vera. Unfortunately, the bonus check was made out to Victor Thomas. Oh, well, no one got themselves killed. ____________________________________________________________________ Epilogue: I've been back to school for three months and I'm still trying to find out if it really happened. Did all those women throw themselves at me? The only person I've told about my awesome summer of sex won't believe me. Victor did, however, deposit the checks I sent home into his account. So far, he refuses to share any of the money with me. His dormitory is adjacent to mine, but I seldom see him. He ignores me at parties. On the rare occasions that he talks to me he accuses me of exaggerating. In the three months, I've only gotten lucky once. Robin is a freshman, and lives across the hall from me with three other girls. Later, after our night together, she said she only invited me into her room because her roommates were with my roommates. Robin spread rumors about me; I found out about it from my brother. "Hey, Romeo, I hear you can't even get it up," Victor said, tauntingly. "Hell, I did everything but cure her of overbite," I retorted. Robin had told me she'd never climaxed three times in one night before. "She was embarrassed at the way I made her scream my name." "You're such a phony, Brian. Come over to my room sometime if you want to see how a real man operates," he said. Victor had a girlfriend. I've seen them together a couple of times, and frankly, I would take Robin over her, overbite and all. Unfortunately, Robin was convincing, and I got a reputation for being a dud in bed. I finished the semester without having another date. Summer Employment Ch. 08 We're well into the second semester and I have Professor Sawyer for one of my new courses. He's given me strange looks from the first day of class. After midterms, he spoke to me. "Are you related to Victor Thomas?" he asked. I was tempted to say no. My brother and I don't look alike, but we do have the same last name. "Yes, Sir, he's my brother," I said. "Your brother worked for an acquaintance of mine last summer. The company was impressed with his work, and has invited him to come back this summer. But for some reason, he's declining the offer." "He has a girlfriend," I said. "Would you be interested in the job this summer?" I was barely able to hide my exuberance. What would Tuck say when he discovered that I'd posed as my brother last summer? What would Missy, Elizabeth, Caroline, Sarah, Vera, Trudy and Joyce say? How would I explain lying about my age, and who I was? Would they accept me? "Yes, Sir," I said, and Professor Sawyer told me that he would propose that the company accept Victor's brother as a replacement for him. A week went by, and I hadn't heard anything. Should I ask Professor Sawyer if he'd heard from the restaurant chain? Two weeks passed, and I'd still heard nothing. "Brian?" I turned to see Robin, the freshman from across the hall. She looked small and frightened as she approached me. "Yes?" I said, curtly, to show her that I was pissed at the way she'd spread rumors about me. "Would you like to get together this weekend?" she asked, going on to say that her roommates would be away. "I'll be by my lonesome." Suddenly, her overbite didn't seem as pronounced as I remembered. She was cute and I was tempted to say yes. Perhaps I could use the invitation to my advantage. If others saw her hanging all over me this weekend, it would help disprove the rumors she'd spread about me. If others heard her screaming my name, well, my name would mean something around the campus. Still, I needed to make her pay for her cruel words. "What do you mean by getting together?" I asked. For a second, I thought she would turn and run from me, but Robin stood her ground. "You know, hang out and stuff." "Would you mind being more specific?" I asked, not letting her off easily. "How much more specific do you want me to be?" There was a hint of irritation in her voice. "Your roommates are going away. Does that mean we'll sleep together in your bed?" "Not unless you're nice to me," she said, truly annoyed now. "What do you mean by being nice to you? Would licking your pussy and biting your clit qualify as being nice to you?" Robin's mood changed. "YES," she said in a loud voice. "Would fucking you until you can't walk qualify?" "YES," she said again. We made a date for the weekend, both saying that we couldn't wait until Friday night. I was ecstatic. One weekend with Robin would repair my reputation, and I'd have more pussy than I could handle the rest of the school year. It would set me up nicely for next year, too. Professor Sawyer stopped me on the way out of his class on Friday. "The Tuckers want you to come for an interview. They sent a bus ticket, and I understand there's a visitor's cottage where you can stay. Mrs. Tucker will meet your bus. I suggest that you print your name on a sign so she can find you as you exit the bus. Why are you looking askance, Mr. Thomas? Have you changed your mind about wanting Summer Employment?" "No, Sir, I mean, does it have to be this weekend?" I asked, hoping to secure my sexual future at school this weekend, and go for my interview with the Tuckers next weekend. "They want to make their decision this weekend," Professor Sawyer said. It's funny how decisions made on the spur of the moment sometimes haunt you the rest of your life. As I packed for my trip, so many questions flooded my mind: Should I have turned down the bus ticket? Should I have remained at school for a sure thing with Robin? Will I be able to convince Elizabeth that Victor and I are identical twins? Will I ever be able to convince Victor that he missed out on two summers of the best sex of his life? Will I ever know if I made the right decision? Which Mrs. Tucker will meet my bus?