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Holiday Work


Natalie's mother picked up the phone on the first ring. Her 13-year-old
daughter looked up from her cereal with her green eyes and watched her mother
expectantly.

"Yes... ok... great. I'm sure that's reasonable. I'll ask, but expect her by
ten." She hung up.

Natalie was overjoyed to find out that she now had a job for the summer. She

has put flyers up around the neighborhood saying that she would help out and do
odd jobs when needed. Only a day later she had an offer. Her mother explained
the call. It was from Mr. Halloran who lived down the road. He was an old-
fashioned but well-liked bachelor in his mid-sixties. He had explained that he
had need his house tidying up, pool cleaned and gardening done, because his
regular cleaner was away for the holidays. He had offered generous terms ($10
an hour!), but had said the work would be hard. Natalie, who was beside herself
with the prospect of being so grown-up and having her own money, readily
accepted. She left her soggy bowl of sugar-laden cereal and bounded out of the
room to get ready for her big work day.

The sun was shining warmly as Natalie walked along the footpath on the short
journey to Mr. Halloran's. She had, according to her mother's instructions,
dressed in old clothes not wanting to scuff her good clothes. Her shoulder
length brown hair was tied in a simple ponytail, and she wore a white t-shirt
and knee length denim shorts. She felt a brief tinge of uneasiness as she
looked down at her tanned feet in their old sandals. She knew Mr. Halloran was
conservative, but it was too damn hot, she had said to her mother, to wear
shoes, and Mr. Halloran would just have to be ok with sandals.

She presently came to Mr. Halloran's small house on the corner of the street.
She sung happily to herself as she walked up the pathway. It was a song she
couldn't quiet place and couldn't quite get out of her head. As she walked up
the path she realized Mr. Halloran had been right about his garden - it was
looking fairly tatty. Not overgrown, but a few weeds and unsightly patches of
dirt here and there. She walked up to the porch, her sandals creaking on the
boards, and rung the bell.

The door opened almost immediately. Mr. Halloran smiled at her and thanked her
for accepting. She replied it was her pleasure. The man lead her through the
light hallway out the back of the house to his kitchen. It was a very nice
house- huge French doors in the in kitchen gave it a wonderful warmth. Mr.
Halloran motioned for her to sit at the bench.

"Now then, young lady, what would you like to drink, before work?" He looked
straight at her, and she blushed at being addressed in this grown-up tone.

"Oh, um, just some juice, please Mr. Halloran."

Mr. Halloran walked to the fridge and poured her some juice. As he was doing so
he watched the girl out of the corner of his eye. He had often seen her walking
home from school, or at home when he visited her mother. She was, he thought,
extremely good looking. When he had seen the flyers he had jumped at the chance
of having this delightful young lady in his house. All morning he had thought
of watching her work around his house, just looking at her.

Natalie smile bashfully as he handed her the drink which she gulped down
thirstily. "Thank you Mr. Halloran." Her mother had told her to be polite and
obedient and she, being a quiet studious girl, had no problem with this.

"Right," said Mr. Halloran, clapping his hands together. "You can start by
polishing and dusting in here if you could. The things are on the table over
there. Oh, and I'd prefer it if you took off you sandals, for the carpet you
know."

Natalie looked down and noticed Mr. Halloran was wearing his shoes. She was
about to say something but then thought better of it, not wanting to blow her
first job. Mr. Halloran smiled and the girl bent down to unbuckle her sandals.
She slipped her shapely young feet out of the sandals, and Mr. Halloran was
pleased to see that they were nicely browned. He picked them up, his eyes
running up her smooth legs as he did so.

"Ok, I'll put these in the hall, and you get started. I'll be here in the
kitchen reading my paper, but I prefer not to be disturbed so just concentrate
on your work, ok?"

He walked off stiffly down the hall and returned seconds later and sat at the
bench with his paper.

Natalie was a little intimidated by his stern manner. Oh well, the pay was good
and she expected as much. She busily set about dusting and polishing. Over his
paper Mr. Halloran watched her cleaning. She bit her tongue between her lips
and she dusted and he enjoyed watching her, oblivious to him. At one point she
was facing away from him, straining to dust behind his TV. She was craned over
it, standing on the toes of her left foot. Mr. Halloran felt his heart pick up
pace as he gazed up her sweet feet and legs to her small, tight bottom beneath
the shorts. Within a short while she was done. She did not say anything but
stood nervously in the kitchen, hands behind her back.

Mr. Halloran got up without saying anything and inspected. "Good," he said.
"Very well done. Now, do the same in the living room, if you could, I am going
out to get some lunch."

Mr. Halloran returned about 1pm with a bag of groceries. When he arrived
Natalie was mopping the bathroom floor. He paused to look at her now wet feet
before saying, "You may leave that now, Natalie. Come and have some lunch."

Natalie smiled brightly and followed him out. He led her out into the back
garden and sat at a wrought iron table and began to set up the lunch things.

"Oh, Mr. Halloran, can I just get my sandals if we are going to be outside?"
Natalie called out from the doorway.

"No, Natalie, I don't think there's any bother. Just come here and have some
lunch, ok?" Natalie was perturbed by this reply, but she was fearful of
annoying him so shrugged and walked out to the table. She sat down next to him,
and decided it would be more tactful not to speak until spoken to. Mr. Halloran
made her a sandwich and poured her some milk. Over lunch they chatted.

"Natalie, I'm very pleased with your work here. Very pleased."

Natalie blushed at this praise. She started to feel a bit uncomfortable eating
her lunch, she just started to notice that when Mr. Halloran spoke to her his
eyes seemed to look her all over. She dismissed it quickly and took a drink.

"If you carry on like this, you shall have the job the whole summer."

Natalie replied, "Oh, thank you Mr. Halloran, that would be so great."

After lunch Mr. Halloran suggested that she weed the back garden while he
cleaned up lunch. She agreed but said she knew little about gardening. "It's a
dirty business I'm afraid."

Natalie smiled, "Oh that's cool, I wore my old clothes."

Mr. Halloran looked at her sternly, "No, I couldn't let you get them dirty, it
would not be proper."

Natalie protested, "No, it's ok, really, I..."

He cut her off with a polite severity which shocked her into silence, "No. It
is not. Besides it is hot out here. I find gardening is tiring work and gets
one all bothered. I think it would be best if perhaps you removed your shirt
and shorts for gardening." Natalie was shocked, she could feel her face flush
at the thought of taking off her shirt and shorts in front of Mr. Halloran.
"Oh, no, really, that's ok."

"Nonsense," said Mr. Halloran, raising his voice slightly. "Really Natalie, I
thought you were grown-up enough to do this job properly. Surely you aren't
embarrassed? Stop being childish and get on with it, girl."

Natalie realized she had little choice in the matter, and his forceful attitude
had scared her. She reluctantly lifted off her shirt and unbuttoned her pants,
sliding them off her ankles. She was bright red in the face, feeling intensely
embarrassed at being in her underwear in front of the man. He picked up her
clothes and told her to begin weeding.

As he packed up the lunch he watched the girl sitting on her heels pulling out
the weeds. She was wearing only a white bra and light blue panties. She had
very brown skin, very small breasts, just developing, and a round, shapely
bottom. Mr. Halloran sat at the table and took her in. She had dirt on her
hands and knees from the gardening and she was hot and sweaty from both the
heat, and, Mr. Halloran giggled softly as he thought, also no doubt being in
her underwear.

After about half an hour he told her to stop and come inside. He sat at the
bench and watched as she walked up to the French doors. Natalie was not feeling
as well as she was when she first started. Mr. Halloran scared her now. She
still wanted to work for him, but she was afraid of his harsh manner and was
still deeply humiliated at being in her underwear. As she began to step into
the kitchen Mr. Halloran let out a yell, which caused her to start and she
halted. "Don't you dare come in all dirty like that!" he commanded. Natalie
stood there, unsure of what to say.

"Step here onto the tiles and don't move, I don't want you getting dirt
everywhere." Natalie did so and thought it strange how Mr. Halloran, who
himself was wearing shoes and had dirty hands from showing her how to weed, was
allowed in. His house, she thought to herself.

Mr. Halloran ran his eyes up and down the figure of the young girl and decided
to wait no longer. He would just have to hope she was intimidated enough to do
as he said. "Come here," he said again. Natalie was obviously terrified of him
now, to scared to speak. "You're a very pretty girl Natalie," she blushed even
deeper at the uncomfortable compliment, "and how would you like $100?"

He pulled out the bill and waved it in front of her.

"Oh yes," she said, her voice wavering.

"Of course, if you disobey me then I shall tell your mother and it will be off
to summer camp."

At the mere mention of this tears welled up in Natalie's eyes. She was teased
relentlessly at summer camp and would do anything to avoid it.

"Oh, please no! Mr. Halloran, just tell me what to do!"

Mr. Halloran smiled, "Well Natalie, like a say you are a sweet looking girl. I
think $100 is a fair price if you let me play with you, nude." Natalie stopped
still, shocked. She couldn't believe what she was hearing! She seemed to have
no choice in the matter, and reluctantly shrugged her shoulders and wiped her
tears from her cheeks. "Good, now, like when I am reading I want no speaking.
Clear?"

Natalie nodded, trembling from fear and humiliation. "When I'm done you will
get the money, but don't move or say anything unless I move you or tell you to
speak ok?" Natalie nodded again, her tears blurring her view.

Mr. Halloran pulled her over to his chair and felt her warm skin tremble at his
touch. He slid his hands up her smooth young thighs, her skin shuddering. He
hummed to himself as he undid the clasp of her bra and threw it off. She was
very obedient, and didn't move, but gasped when her tiny breasts were bared. He
slowly then slid her panties off. She let out a sob and he stroked her ankles
before lifting her feet out of her panties. He then pulled her on to his lap
and began rubbing her body, enjoying the smooth feel of her young brown skin.
He ran his hand down to her hairless pussy, and Natalie began sobbing more
frequently. He giggled at the parted the lips and teased her soft insides. He
slowly began to rub her, while caressing her breasts. She protested, but he
clamped her mouth with his stern look and soon she was bucking and moaning,
trying to prevent herself from coming. She let out a squeal soon after and Mr.
Halloran laughed at the girl.

"Is that all?" she cried.

"I'm afraid not Natalie," was all Mr. Halloran said. He sat her on the chair
and sat on the floor. He picked up her left foot and began nibbling and licking
it, the girl started in fear. He sucked and kissed her toes, instep and heel
for a long time. Then he stood up and glanced at his watch. "Natalie, I have to
meet someone, but it is only 3.30pm. I want you to stay here, watch TV or
something ok?" Natalie nodded dejectedly, her face burning with shame. "When I
get back I want you to do the same thing to my feet ok? Then I want you to do
it to your feet." Natalie nodded again as Mr. Halloran walked down the hall,
whistling as he went. In the hallway he picked up the phone and called
Natalie's mother. "Hi Susan. Natalie's dog tired so she's having dinner
here...no, no bother...she asked if she could stay the night...yes...my big TV
I guess...ok I'll have her home by tomorrow." He hung up and smiled to himself
as he closed the front door.

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