2 comments/ 51980 views/ 5 favorites The Boss's Daughter By: Miltone *Author's Note: This is based on a true story. Only the name have been changed to protect the guilty. If the story is too long, try reading the short version in a poem of mine called "Loving One" in the poetry section.* "Hey, Liz!" I called out jokingly, holding up the wood screw that I had swept up along the side of the oven. "You wanna screw?" Liz glanced over with her cool, heavy-lidded, clear blue eyes. Her full pouty lips curled into a sly little smile. Through the soft smooth fabric of her white turtleneck I could plainly see her nipples harden and protrude through the thin cups of her bra. Just the sound of something slightly suggestive always got a response from her. She looked me up and down, letting her eyes dwell on my crotch. "Sure," she said with her husky voice. "Let's go!" She reached out and grabbed the broom handle from my hand and flung it aside with a clatter. She took my hand in hers and pulled me toward the hidden lair behind the bread ovens. To the surprise of her startled coworkers, I followed her to the little oven room hideout. "Way to go, Robby!" said Old Tommy, the senior oven man. "Ride her cowboy!" laughed Akim, his assistant. The other girls, Terrie and Nicole, just watched us pass by, their mouths hanging open, silent for a change. As Liz and I slipped along the warm, narrow space between the ovens and out of their sight, I could hear them begin to chatter about just what was happening. I'm sure that they couldn't believe what they had seen, just as I couldn't believe that Lovely Liz, the boss's daughter, had singled me out for a trip to paradise. Now I have to admit that I had always kept my eye on Liz and likely would have done anything to have her. She had just turned 20 and worked part time in the commisary bakery where I worked, part of a company owned by her father. I had heard that when she told him that she wanted to attend a school of cosmetology instead of a school of business, he had told her that she'd have to do it the hard way, even if it meant that she'd have to work her way through. Of course it didn't work out quite that way for Daddy's little girl, but she was determined to make her own way. As the afternoon shift supervisor, I was only too happy to have her around, if only as eye candy. She wasn't the smartest girl I'd ever met, but then she had to be the most beautiful. She was the purest blonde girl I had ever seen, with creamy white skin, smooth as silk, and clear blue eyes the color of a summer's dawn. Her flaxen hair was always perfect, with just the right amount of body and curl to frame her high cheekbones and pretty smile. Her shoulders were narrow and her breasts were a perfect size and shape, firm and round yet with a tantalizing jiggle to them that drove me and the rest of the guys crazy. Her figure was trim with a narrow waist but a perfect flair to her hips. She had what a lot of guys refer to as a heart-shaped butt and a pair of legs that went all the way from here to there and back again, if you know what I mean. She carried herself so well when she strolled past the guys and left them to drown in their drool. Liz was a beautiful girl and there was an air about her that told most every guy that she was unattainable, so don't bother trying. But then she had just dragged me back behind the ovens for a little tryst. Or so I thought. As we slipped past the racks of oven mitts and pads she pulled me over toward the corner where Old Tommy kept an old wooden chair. She turned to face me. "Liz, I didn't mean," I began to say. She held a finger to her lips to shush me. "Follow my lead on this, okay?" she whispered softly. I shrugged and nodded. "Oh, Baby!" she called out in a passionate voice. "Oh, Baby! Oh, Yeah! Just like that!" "How's this Lizzy?" I whispered, then said in a firm voice, trying to be just loud enough to be heard. "You want it like this? You want some more of this?" "Oh, yeah, Baby! Give it to me." We were standing close together in this warm space hidden from sight but not out of earshot. We could hear the echoes of our coworkers talking back and forth about what they thought was happening. "Oh, Robby! You're sooooo biiiiig!" Liz said, drawing out her last couple of words. "Oh, Robby!" She began to make some smacking and sucking sounds, that were so convincing that she had to stifle a laugh and placed her hand on my shoulder to steady herself. I managed to slip my hand around her waist and pull her closer to me. I could feel the warmth of her body through the soft fabric of her top. Just out of instinct I began to raise my other hand toward her perfect pair of tits. Before my hand could reach its target, she suddenly turned around and rubbed her ass up against me. "Oh, yeah, Baby! Give it to me!" she called out with more passion in her voice. "Liz, you're so tight! Oh, yeah!" She began to lightly rub up against me. My hands instinctively looped around to cup her beautifully firm breasts. She pulled her elbows down to her side to pin my arms against her. I could still feel her taut nipples pressing against the palms of my hands. "Oh, Baby! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she called out again and again. She glanced over her shoulder at me for a moment. There was a look of passion in her eyes, as if our little game of pretend was actually producing some heat inside her. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" I called out to echo her cries. My hips thrust forward to rub against the sweet curves of her ass. I was sure that she could feel the effect that this was having on my cock as it grew firmer with each movement. She continued to dry hump me and brought her hands up to rest on mine. She began to guide my fingers and palms around the curves of her breasts, giving me the cook's tour you might say, of her wonderful soft flesh. "Oh, Robby! I'm coming!" she called out hoarsely. "Do me, Baby! Make me come!" Her humping, though still playful, began to press more deeply into me. My cock was now almost fully erect and I was sure that she was guiding the crack of her ass up and down the length of my shaft on purpose. She let my hands go to wander about her body on their own and brought her own up to her head, pulling her paper hat from her gorgeous blonde hair and let it tumble wildly about her shoulders. She bent farther over and shook her head, tossing her hair from side to side. "Oh, Lizzie! I'm gonna come too!" I called out, mindful that much more of this play-acting would produce the real result. "Oh, yeah? You gonna come for momma? Come on! In my mouth!" She turned around to face me again and began to make the most lurid humming and sucking noises. I began to grunt for proper effect. Finally, our voices joined in unison as we pretended to reach a climax. "Oh, Robby, Baby! You're the best!" she said loudly with a wink, placing her hand on my shoulder. "You're something else," I replied. "We should do this more often." "Sorry, You've had your shot, nice as it was, but that's it for you!" she returned, with another wink and a smile that was playful but cold. "Well, no matter what you say, you're a great little piece, Baby," I replied trying to sound casual. "Of course," she said leaning up to whisper in my ear. "Let me go out first, and don't ham it up too much." She untied her apron and began to mess with tying it back around her waist. She grabbed her little hat and began to stuff her hair back under it. As she wanted, I let her walk out first and waited a couple of minutes before strolling out, pretending to be doing up my fly. The guys were waiting for me, ready to pat me on the back for cracking the sweetest looking babe in the bakery. Of course, the fact that although I was joking at first, but really wanted to do what we only play-acted made me feel strange, almost as if she had taken advantage of me. It only made me more determined to find a way to really have Lizzie. ** The next afternoon, Ralph, the commissary manager, saw me on the way in and asked me into his office. By the serious look on his face, I figured I was going to get fired. "So, Robby," Ralph began, after asking me to have a seat. "I've been hearing this nasty rumor about you and Elizabeth. Something about you screwing behind the oven last night." "It didn't happen," I said. "Now before you go any farther, remember that you're part of our management team here. She's the boss's daughter, but she is also your employee. You realize that if it happened, I'd have no choice but to can your worthless ass." "Man, it never happened," I said leaning forward. "We were joking around a bit and maybe the talk got out of line a bit, but, honest, there was no sex involved. Maybe someone overheard something. But nothing happened." "Robby, Robby Robby," Ralph repeated. "I know you fancy yourself as some sort of rock star with your band and all. Maybe you guys will end up going someplace, but you're not a dumb shit. You've got a great opportunity here to learn this business. Maybe you will get someplace romancing that sweet little piece. I don't know. But watch yourself. That girl can easily flush you down the crapper if things don't go her way." "Got it. Ralph," I said. Although I was breaking a sweat by the time he let me go, at least I still had my day job. The band wasn't doing all that well, certainly not earning enough to pay the rent and buy food, you know, all the luxuries of life. I decided to bury myself in the job for the day and soon was so busy that I didn't get a chance to talk with Lizzie until I was almost ready to leave. She was standing at a table making up pie boxes looking kind of sad. I made my way over to say hello. "So how's it going?" I asked. "Well, thanks for spreading the word around," she said with a nasty tone to her voice. "Hey, I didn't say a word," I countered in defense. She took a long look at me and relented. "I didn't think you did," she said, now sounding just disgusted. "People can be such assholes. I say fuck 'em. At least Daddy didn't hear about it." "Look at it this way. No one's calling you the virgin queen anymore," I remarked. "Great! Exchanging one lousy reputation for a worse one," she said. "If it's all the same to you this will all blow over in a couple of days," I began, but paused for a moment to think over what I wanted to say. I wanted to be careful because I didn't really want to lose my job and I certainly didn't want to lose her. Finally I went on, "Of course, I'd be lying to say that I haven't thought of making love with you, Lizzie. If it was for real, I would have chosen a more romantic place and it wouldn't have lasted only a couple of minutes." She looked back to the pie boxes she was folding together. "I've thought about it too, Robby, especially after last night," she said placing the finished boxes on a cart. "You seem like a really sweet considerate guy. I was awake half the night wondering what it would be like to really do it with you." "What about Greg?" I said, asking about her boyfriend. "We're on and off a lot. Right now we're off. Maybe that's part of why I've been so fruity." Suddenly one of the oven guys called me over to answer a question. She got busy helping with the Danish line and I didn't have a chance to talk to her again until the next day. She was finishing up on the biscuit line just before taking a break when I passed by. "What are you up to?" she asked. "I dunno," I said without thinking. "I've gotta count the bread production. Why?" "Well, I'm going on break in a minute," she said. "Do you want to take a walk or something?" "Sure," she said wiping her hands on her apron. We walked out of the bakery and down the hallway toward the restrooms. She was wearing a denim shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans. "Where do you want to go?" I asked. "I don't know. Somewhere we can talk. In private." "I got a little hideout from my days in the warehouse. Let's go this way." She followed me along the hall and back through the empty warehouse. I led the way through the racks and toward a little stairway that used to lead to an old office that they had taken down. Once you were up the stairs there was just a floor with out any walls. Unless you made some loud noise, no one would know you were up there. I climbed up the stairs and turned back to watch as Liz followed. I couldn't help but notice from my height advantage how her denim shirt had opened up and how her perfect white breasts jiggled as she mounted the steps. It didn't appear that she was wearing a bra from the free and easy way they moved. I felt a twinge as my cock sprang to life. "Why are you always looking at my tits?" she said with a nervous laugh as she reached the last step. "Because they are so perfect," I replied, setting my gaze on her heavy lidded blue eyes. "You think so?" "I dream about 'em all the time." "These little things," she said clutching at them with both hands. "Like I said, they're perfect," I commented. "Remember from the other night, I got a good feel for them." "Oh, yeah," she laughed. "I almost forgot 'cause I was sizing you up at the same time, Big Boy." Some old boxes were still set up over on the back where I had arranged them once before while eating my lunch and reading the newspaper. I sat on one of the boxes and leaned back against the wall. She hesitantly took a seat beside me. "You don't think they're too small?" "Like I said, they're perfect." "Greg says they're small. He even said he'd pay for implants." "What a dick!" "You don't think they're too small?" "Lizzie, you have the sweetest, sexiest body I've ever seen." "But you've never really seen me naked. You might not think that once you're seen me in the raw." "Liz, you are the most beautiful young woman I have ever met. There isn't a part of you that I would want to change." "That's sweet, Robby. Really sweet." She raised her hand up to place her palm on my cheek. We sat for the next few moments looking into each other's eyes. She let her hand fall away from me down to the front of her shirt and began to undo the first button. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Don't you want to see what you've been dreaming about?" "Well, yeah." "So don't ask stupid questions." She finished undoing her shirt and slowly, teasingly pulled it open, letting me catch a glimpse of her perfect firm round breasts. "You're naked under there." "Haven't you noticed? I normally don't wear any underwear. Just when it's that time of the month or when my top is too sheer. Bet you didn't know how easy it'd be to get me naked." She held the denim shirt open and proudly presented her tits for my eyes to feast upon. They truly were perfect, round and firm with small pink nipples that were growing taut in the cool warehouse air. "My, God. They are perfect," I said reaching over to cup the delectable breast closest to me. "Better than I ever imagined. See how it fits my hand so perfectly?" "Oh, yeah. It fits nicely," she said with a little sigh. I reached over to cradle the other breast and gently caressed them with my fingers and thumbs. Her nipples were fully stiffened. Almost at the same time we turned to face each other more directly. "You have a nice touch, Robby. So gentle and loving." "Thank you," I said continuing to tease her nipples with my thumbs and fingers. "I want it to be pleasurable for you." "It is," she sighed again. "Greg is kind of rough with them." "Sometimes rough can be fun, but I prefer gentle and loving." I leaned over and placed a light, loving kiss on her soft flesh, letting my tongue brush against her nipples and drawing each one into my mouth in turn with a gentle suck. She sighed loudly as I pulled her soft flesh into my mouth. "Oh, Robby!" she called out. Hearing a noise echo through the warehouse, she suddenly pulled back from me, closed her shirt and looked around nervously. "What was that?" she whispered loudly. "I didn't hear a thing," I remarked. "But then I was distracted for some reason." "Maybe we should be getting back," she said, starting to button up her shirt. "Sure," I replied thinking about what I was going to do about the raging hard-on growing in my pants. *** I knew that I had made my impression on Lizzie, because for the next few days when she would see me around the bakery, she would give me the sweetest smile. In fact on one occasion, while I was lying on my back trying to fix one of the machines, she stood nearby licking her lips suggestively. Just the sight of her gave me a terrific hard-on that was difficult to hide. Later on as I approached her from the rear, I noticed a little hole wearing through the seat of her jeans. As I stepped up next to her, my middle finger found the hole and worked its way through to the soft warm flesh of her ass. She jumped from surprise, but did nothing to stop me as my finger explored her sweet cheek. From where we stood, no one else could see what I was up to. I fished my finger around and reached the edge of her pussy. "You're not wearing panties," I said as my finger slipped into the folds of her moist pussy. "And I can also tell that you like what I'm doing." "Just don't make me come," she said. "I don't want to rip your jeans," I remarked as I withdrew my finger. She grabbed my hand and brought it up to her face, licking then sucking on my finger. "You little slut," I laughed as I walked away back to work. Later on in the early evening, I noticed that she was standing by the door that led to the front offices looking through the little window. "Are you lost, young lady?" I said, not able to think of anything wittier. "Just looking," she replied. "I wondered what Daddy's office looks like since he had it remodeled." "You want to take a walk?" I asked, pulling out my set of keys. "Sure." I unlocked and opened the door so that we could pass through. We went along the corridor up toward the main hallway. "I think your Dad's office is this way," I said pointing to my left. "I know where it is, Robby," she replied tartly. The offices were dark except for the hallway lights. There was an office light on in the personnel area but we were headed off to the executive suites. There was no mistaking which office belonged to the owner. The door was open and we stepped inside. It was nicely paneled in mahogany and appointed with a sleek set of furniture, including an overstuffed armchair. "This is nice," she said sinking into the chair. "You should try this." She got up so that I could have a seat. I felt strange sitting in his chair dress in my starchy uniform. As I sat down, she perched her ass on the desk in front of me. "You look like you belong in that seat," she said. "I don't know about that," I replied. "I wouldn't want to be your Daddy's shoes for a minute." "You could do it if he can," she said with her heavy lidded blue eyes zeroing in on me. "Besides, I'd rather see you in that chair, so when I came in to visit you could fuck me right here on the desk." "That's a thought I'd have to consider," I said as she spread her legs and set her feet up on the chair. "One that is very tempting." "What about right here, right now," she said, untying her apron and pulling it off over her head. She leaned back and tossed her head from side to side to fluff out her hair. As she did so, her firm little breasts jiggled under the soft ribbing of her sweater. I leaned forward and ran my hands along her thighs, up toward her hips. She crossed her arms and pulled her sweater up and over her head, tossing her head again so that her hair swirled about her face. My fingers nervously approached the button on her jeans. She sucked in her stomach so that I wouldn't have trouble with the button. As I popped it open and pulled the zipper down, I could see the beginning of her pubic hair, the same flaxen blonde color as her hair. I began to lick my lips in anticipation of where they might end up. She leaned back to place her hands on the desk and raised her hips up so I could slip her jeans down. Just as I pulled them down past her hips and her pussy came into view, the sound of some voices echoed down the hall. She instinctively grabbed her sweater and held it up to her breasts. The Boss's Daughter "But you're not a slut, Lizzie. You're a beautiful, sexy young woman who gets those kinds of feelings just like anyone else." "My mother always told me that I shouldn't have sex without being in love, really in love with the man. So I fall in love with Greg and we have sex, but it doesn't really do a whole lot for me. And then I start to notice you and after you touch me, I forget about love and want to go straight for the sex part. It kind of scares me." "I feel the same way, I guess. I fall in love pretty easily and have had my heart broken a few times because of that. Then you come along and I can't see a single part of you that I don't want to touch caress or kiss. I don't want to think too much about it, or talk too much about it for fear that I'll work myself out of it. I just want to live this moment and feel your warm envelope me." We each sipped from our wine and went back to fondling the other. "Robby, I don't want to talk about falling in love," she said turning her face to look up at mine. "I guess I don't want to talk. I just want to make love." I smiled at her and took her glass from her hand to set it on the coffee table. I leaned back into the corner of the couch and pulled her on top of me. She shifted around to straddle me and brought her face down to mine. We kissed and unleashed the passions we had talked about. Her lips and tongue and teeth eagerly sought me out. As she rested her hands on my shoulders for balance, my hands pulled her turtleneck free from her jeans so that they could wander up under her sweater toward her wonderful breasts. She had on such a tiny little satin bra that when I cupped and caressed her tits they popped free, her hot stiff nipples hungry for my touch. She sat up and slipped her vest off her shoulders. She crossed her arms and pulled her top up and off over her head. I grabbed at her tits and sort of pulled them down to hungrily nibble at them. As I began to kiss and suck on them, she reached behind and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside so that she could press her firm young flesh into my face. I spent the next several minutes kissing and licking and sucking on her perfect pair. Her skin was soft and tender to the touch yet her nipples became as stiff as pencil eraser tips. As she began to submit to my attentions, they turned from a pale flesh tone to a rosy pink color. She was soon writhing in pleasure as I worked on her tender flesh. Soon the pace and depth of her breathing told me that she was going to have a little climax so I stepped up the level of my attentions. As I hungrily nibbled one then the other breast, she started to call out. "Oh, Robby! Oh! Oh! Oh!" I sucked a nipple fully into my mouth between my teeth and flicked my tongue on the tip. I though she would explode. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Robby! Oh! Oh! Oh!" She collapsed on top of me, shivering slightly "Oh, God! I have never come before by having a guy just kiss my tits. Oh, my God, Robby! What have you done' to me?" I let my hands wander over the warm writhing flesh of her backside. After she composed herself, she began to move downward, opening my shirt up as she went, and leaving a trail of kisses all the way. She kissed and sucked on my nipples and I had to admit that it was the first time that it really turned me on. As her mouth kissed and nibbled at my chest, her hands were working on my trousers. She wasted little time and yanked them down to my knees. Kneeling over me, she did this little dance, wriggling her breasts and licking her lips, teasing my cock into stiff erect attention. "Oh, my! You do have a nice hunk of meat here, Robby." She leaned over and wriggled her shoulders so that her tits rubbed against my excited cock. She kept looking at me with those heavy lidded sultry eyes, her tongue flicking at her lips. Slowly she lowered her pouty mouth toward me and sucked it inside her hot wet mouth. Grabbing me by the hips, she plunged her mouth down on me slowly sucking as much of me inside as she could. My hips thrust upward in reaction to her moves. She slowly began to bob her blonde head up and down the length of my cock. With each stroke she took more inside of her and soon I could feel her throat open enough so that all of me disappeared into her mouth. The feeling was beyond compare for I had never been given head quite like this, no hands, just tongue, lips, and mouth. She paused a couple of times at the top to catch her breath before plunging her head back down on me. Finally I could take it no more and grabbed her face to pull her up to mine for a kiss. "Here, let me eat your pussy before I go spluey all over you," I said. I kicked off my shoes and quickly stepped out of my trousers and she lay back on the couch and started to unfasten her jeans. I helped slip them down her lovely legs and off. She had on a dainty pair of silk panties that showed a wet spot at the crotch. I gently grabbed at the waistband and began to ease them down past her hips, kissing each bit of silken skin that I exposed. I ducked down and eased her legs up over my shoulders, kissing my way up her thighs to the wet cleft waiting for me. Her fair patch of downy blonde fur that framed her pussy greeted my nose and mouth. She was wet and ready and waiting for me and I tried to let my lips and tongue do to her what hers had done to me. The musky taste of her pussy mixed with the delicate scent of her perfume as I parted her pussy lips and drove my tongue deep into her warm damp cunt. I managed to slip a finger into her pussy as my tongue concentrated on her clit, now emerging from its hood. I glanced up between her soft thighs to see her clutching at her breasts with both hands as her head shook from side to side. Her mouth was formed into a perfect circle as she writhed and moaned and called out my name. "Robby! Oh, sweet Robby!" she moaned loudly. "Oh! Oh, Robby!" When I felt her begin to reach a climax, I backed off enough for her to settle back down. But then it didn't take as long for her to rise back up to where we had left off. After a couple of near misses, I finally bore down on her and sucked on her hard little clit for all it was worth. She clutched at my hair and clamped my head tightly between her thighs as her back arched and her hips ground around in circles of passion. "Robby! Oh! Oh! Oh! Robby! Oh! Oh! Oh! Robby! Oh! Oh! Oh! Robby! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried out as her body gave in to the felling of her climax. I eased up on her pussy, letting her clit slip out of my mouth. She pulled my face up to lick all of her juice from my face. "Fuck me, Robby," she blurted out with a sudden urgency. "Fuck me, hard!" My dick knew exactly where to go and found her pussy wet and ready. She spread her legs wide and took my cock inside herself readily. In a minute we were fucking with a sweet sexy stroke that made each of us moan with pleasure. Her pussy fit my cock so well, I found myself taking long slow strokes just so that I could enjoy each inch of pleasure. She slung her legs up and hooked her ankles on my shoulders. The vision of her lovely, pale blonde body rocking with each thrust made my cock stiffen more than ever. She grasped at her breasts as they bobbed back and forth. She grasped at my hips as they thrust forward. Her back arched with excitement. The blush of sexual arousal spread over her chest and neck turning her pale skin rosy. The sweat of my own arousal splashed down onto her belly. Her eyes opened and locked onto mine. She grabbed onto my arms as I held onto her hips. Each thrust seemed to bring us to a new peak of excitement. After several minutes of terrific fucking, she moved to turn over onto her hands and knees. When I stood at the edge of the couch, my cock was at the perfect height for entering her from behind. She thrust her sweet ass back onto my ready cock and drew me deep inside her sopping wet pussy. The sight of her hourglass figure moving back against me was incredible. I could reach down and around to grasp at her breasts hanging freely. She threw her head back and tossed her hair about her shoulders wildly. Just when I thought she was about to come again, she pulled herself forward and turned around. "I want to get on top now," she said hoarsely. I needed to catch my wind anyway so I lay down and let her climb on top for a while. She settled on top, easing my cock inside and riding up and down slowly along the entire length. After several long slow languid strokes, she leaned over so that I could suck on her tits. Then she rose straight up and began to wiggle her hips as she slid up and down. A couple of times I thought I could feel her pussy clench tightly and she fell down against me as if coming. Usually this position gave me a chance to catch my breath, but the way her pussy was pumping my cock I felt as though I would soon explode. "Oh, Lizzie," I called out. "I'm going to come, Baby!" "I don't want you to come inside me," she said slipping up and off of me. "I want to see you come." She took my cock in her hands and began stroking it firmly. She kissed and licked at the head and kept stroking it until I could feel the cum spurt up from my balls. As she gripped me firmly I saw the first load spurt up and land on her face and hair. It must have surprised her since her eyes popped wide open and she laughed. She tried catching the rest in her mouth but some splashed onto her tits and cheeks as well. She rubbed my throbbing cock all over her face and mouth and chest before sucking it clean of all my spunk. "I feel so nasty when I do that," she laughed. I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her cum-stained lips as warmly and lovingly and deeply as I could. She lay nestled in my arms for several minutes as I cradled her tenderly. We both ended up falling asleep for a couple of hours. I didn't want to get up and take her home, and when I drove her home, I didn't want to drop her off and go home by myself. But I did and I went into work the next day feeling sad for some reason. ****** Lizzie kept her distance over the next week. We were getting into our busiest time of the year and there just didn't seem to be the opportunity to speak with each other about our little date and the aftermath. As the week progressed, there seemed to be less and less reason to speak about it. Then she ended up leaving early on Friday so I just kind of blew off any interest. Besides, the band was playing at Clem's Pour House on Friday and Saturday night and I was too busy putting in some extra practice time with the boys. On Friday night midway during our second set, it must have been around 10:30, I saw a pair of ladies work their way onto the dance floor. One was a tall slender redhead with long hair and long legs. As she turned about and her friend came around into view, there was no mistaking the sweet pair of unencumbered tits and the supple heart-shaped butt of Lizzie. We were playing one of our original tunes and I nodded to my band mates that I wanted to extend my solo. I stepped to the front of the stage and shook and rattled my guitar with a little more flair, bending the strings just a little farther, and rocking my hand wildly to get as much vibrato as possible. Lizzie and her friend moved over to dance right in front of me, raising their arms over their heads to shake their tits more temptingly. Finishing my solo with a final flourish of feedback, I jumped back to the microphone as we took up the chorus of the song. The round of applause was louder than normal and caught us by surprise. It was our first time at Clem's and we knew that its reputation tended more to the drinking hole side of the scale than to the music and dance side. Needless to say, we all kicked it up a notch for the rest of the set and packed the dance floor with writhing sweaty bodies. From the corner of my eye I noticed that a couple of guys tried to dance with Lizzie and her friend but the girls apparently turned them down and kept dancing at the front of the stage right in front of my microphone. I don't think that Lizzie's heavy lidded eyes left me the entire time. The room was hot and as she danced on her white top began to stick to her, becoming almost a second skin that showed off her pert breasts wonderfully. I managed to check out her friend--Reggie, I think she had mentioned her name to me--whose silk shirt had managed to open enough to reveal a sexy glimpse of her pale freckled body. When we finally finished off our set to take a well-needed break, we went to the dressing room just off stage. As Donny lit up a joint and passed it on, I heard a familiar voice call out. "Hey, can I have a hit of that?" said Lizzie lingering by the doorway. Reggie stood behind her. "Sure, come on in and party with the band," I said waving them into the grungy little room. "Hey, fellas, this is Lizzie, one of the chicks I work with." The boys mumbled hellos and began to check the pretty girls stepping up to the joint passing circle. "This is my girlfriend, Reggie," Lizzie said. "You guys are really great," said Reggie nervously before taking the joint expertly and pulling deeply on it. "I didn't know you guys played here," Lizzie said. "This is our first gig here," I replied. "We don't get over on the east side too often." We made small talk until the joint was gone and Donny lit up a second one. I had caught a good buzz and began to move out toward the barroom. Danny and Rick decided to stay, but Ray followed the girls and me down the hallway obviously trying to hit on Reggie. "Can I buy you a drink?" Lizzie asked. "Sure. Thanks." She pulled me aside before we reentered the raucous smoky clubroom. "Say, I'm sure you noticed that I've been trying to avoid you the past few days," she said slowly, almost apologetically. "Yeah. What's that all about?" "Well, I just didn't know what to make of it all. I mean, here I am going with Greg, living this safe predictable life and you come along and fuck me like I never been--I just don't know how to handle it." "What's to handle? We went out. We had a good time--no a great time. You go home to your boyfriend and I'm left out. Hey, It's not like it hasn't happened to me before." "But after I think about it and see you again in your world, I've just got to have you again." She reached out and grabbed me, pulled me close to her and gave me a long deep kiss full of spit and tongue and passion. "Hey, not here. Not now. I need to save myself for the last two sets." "All right," she said. In the bleak light I could see the flush of passion rising in her cheeks. "Now how about that drink?" The next set flew by. Lizzie and Reggie danced side by side the entire time right in front of Ray and me. They managed to brush off every attempt made by the young toughs who wanted a dance. When it was time to break, Ray and I hung around in the barroom with the girls while our bandmates went backstage for a breath of pot. Lizzie was getting loaded on her whisky sours and hung all over me like a cheap suit drawing a lot of looks from the patrons nearby. Reggie and Ray hovered nearby, Ray talking up his usual good game. I couldn't tell if Reggie was buying any of it, although he was able to get a few nice smiles and laughs out of her. "What are you doing afterwards?" Lizzie asked. "Might party a bit with the boys before heading home to bed." "Ooh, that sounds like fun. Can I come?" I laughed and nodded before heading back up to the bandstand. I didn't see the girls until the third or fourth tune of the set and then I could only barely make them out standing by the bar with a couple of guys. Reggie was gesturing and pointing at the stage. The next chance I had to look over, they were all gone and I didn't see them again the rest of the night. "What happened with the chicks?" Ray asked as we packed up the van. "Who knows? With babes you never know for sure?" He chucked, shrugged his shoulders, and we moved on toward Donny's place. The next night the Pour House was packed and we had the joint jumping from the first tune to the last. It wasn't until midway through the last set when I noticed a pair of couples come in and work themselves up to the bar. It looked like Lizzie, Reggie, and their boyfriends. The girls scarcely looked toward the stage. During one of our power ballads I looked directly at Lizzie let focused my words on her. She returned my look blankly. When I took over the lead from Donny and put all of the emotion I could summon into the notes I wrung out of my axe. I dropped to my knees in a cheap bit of showmanship that always worked with rock and roll audiences and bent the last few bluesy notes out of the tune. I jumped back up to the microphone and thought I saw Lizzie begin to smile. I nodded her way and saw Reggie lean over and say something to her. That was the last I saw of them. By the time we were off the bandstand and packing up we were surrounded by a handful of the local girls who did their best to help me forget about Lizzie. I couldn't help but look around one last futile time for a glimpse of her sweet heart-shaped butt and ended up going home alone. ******* The next week was too busy for words seeing that it was the week before the Christmas holidays and we could hardly keep up demand. Late on Monday when Lizzie showed up to work, she went about her business and kept in her avoidance mode. It didn't matter because I was hurrying around like a madman. Near eleven or so, I finally had a few minutes and snuck up behind her as she stood at the pie-boxing table wrapping up the days production for shipment early in the morning. The sight of her sweet ass stuffed into a tight pair of blue jeans with her apron tight around her waist was more than I could stand. I glanced to either side and could see that no one was anywhere around. So I stepped up silently behind her and slipped my hands around her waist and up to her perfect firm breasts. "Guess who?" I whispered in her ear. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating as I pressed my body up against her backside. "You prick! Let go of me!" she said in a strong whisper. I slipped away and stepped to her side. "What gives?" She looked at me with her heavy lidded blue ices a pair of chilly ice cubes. "You don't own me Robby!" she said. "Don't ever do that again!" "Well, fuck you too," I said moving off a going back to work. Luckily I only had a few minutes left on my shift. After I had changed and stood by the door reviewing a few things with Chuck who had come in to take over for me, I noticed that Lizzie was giving me the strangest look that I couldn't figure out. Was she pissed off at me? Was she pissed off at the world or what? As I clocked out and pulled the outside door open, I heard her voice calling after me. "Robby! Robby! Wait up!" she called out. "What's up?" I asked pausing at the door. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm just so confused about everything. I think Greg is going to propose to me on Christmas but I'm not sure that's what I want. I mean, I love him and all, but I really like you and want to spend time with you but just don't know how." "Hey, don't be sorry. We went out once and had a great time. That didn't mean it was going to happen again. Let's just leave it at that." "You're right, Robby," she admitted. "You always are right!" "So what do you want from me?" I asked impatiently. "Well, I was wondering if you had any pot." "Oh, yeah I've got some. You want a joint or something?" "Actually, I'd like to buy a bag if you can get me one." "What about Mr. Wonderful?" "Greg doesn't smoke." "Well, sure. Give me a call." "Maybe I'll just stop by tomorrow night." "Whatever," I replied and slipped out the door into the cold dark December night. I drove off and caught up with my buddies at the bar and drank hard to forget all about her. Since we weren't gigging this weekend, the band practiced all Saturday afternoon and I headed back to my place thinking I might turn in early. First an old friend of mine who had nothing else to do that night asked if he could stop by and hang out. Since I hadn't seen him in a while, I invited him over and got into the shower to clean up since I felt so grungy. Just as I was stepping out of the shower, there was a knock at the door. An old friend, who was divorced from a former band mate and whom I had dated a couple of times, was standing at the door with a bottle of wine.