pleasure that melted her whole body. She'd been a fool to go five years without a man – now she couldn't even resist a man she despised. She felt a second blinding orgasm ripping through her belly.
'Ahhhhh,' she screamed, 'Yes.'
Her lovely body rocked and writhed, and her clit tightened hungrily around Brock's slamming dick. He gave a yelp of sharp pleasure as he felt his cock deliciously squeezed and milked. Then he was coming right along with her, filling her red-hot little box with sizzling come. Pat was still writhing and moaning a moment later when Brock staggered back from her, his cock limp and dripping. He and Ted exchanged smug grins.
'Okay, baby, get dressed,' Brock sighed. 'I'll run you back to the club.'
Pat felt too humiliated to speak. She quickly got into her costume, put on her coat, and silently accompanied Brock to his car. When he let her out at the club, he kissed her, but Pat felt nothing. She was still stunned by her own wanton behavior with Brock and his buddy.
The moment Pat was inside the building, Brock grinned and drove around to the service entrance in back. Leaving the motor running, he went in and found Trish cleaning off plates in the kitchen. Her innocent little face lit up at the sight of him.
'Time for a little break, honey,' he told the girl. 'I want you to come for a ride with me.'
CHAPTER SIX
Trish grabbed her coat and followed Brock out to the car. She was thrilled that he'd asked her to come for a ride. Surely that meant he had more than an average interest in her. She felt very excited as Brock wheeled out into the late night traffic.
'Where are we going, Brock?' the pretty teenager asked.
'There's a friend of mine in town, Ted Grace,' Brock said. 'I want you to meet him. I'd like you to hang out with us, Trish, help us have a little party.'
'Super,' Trish chirped.
Now she really felt flattered. Of all the women working at the club, Brock had chosen her to help entertain his old friend. Trish practically ran and skipped as she accompanied Brock into the impressive hotel building and up to Ted's top-floor suite.
Ted himself answered the door and ushered them into the lavishly-decorated living room. Trish thought the red-haired man was quite attractive, though not of course as handsome as Brock. Under Brock's instructions she mixed all of them a drink and went to sit with the men.
'So you're Trish?' Ted said with a grin. 'Brock's told me a lot about you.'
'Thank you, sir,' Trish said bashfully.
Had she been as observant as her mother, she would have noticed something odd about the men's smiles. 'Hey, just call me Ted,' the red-head chuckled. 'I'm hoping we'll get to be real good friends, honey.'
Trish just smiled, not having the slightest idea of his real meaning. Unlike Pat, she didn't pick up on the strange vibes in the room. And when Brock pulled her closer to him on the couch, she innocently snuggled up against him. She saw nothing wrong with Brock caressing her in front of Ted.
'How do you like these costumes I picked for my bus girls?' Brock said.
'Fantastic,' Ted laughed. 'No wonder guys keep coming back to your club.'
Trish did look adorable in her tiny pink costume which showed the pert little globes of her ass, her tiny firm waist, and her pointed apple-size tits. She was a blonde and golden contrast to her raven-haired mother, such a delicious contrast that the two men could barely contain themselves. Brock had his arm around her, and he reached up and playfully squeezed one soft warm tit through her tight costume.
'Brock, you naughty thing,' Trish giggled.
Her voice sounded strange in her own ears, and it didn't take her long to realize that she was getting a little drunk. She'd never touched alcohol before, and she'd been sipping her vodka and tonic like it was soda pop. No wonder she was giggling shrilly every time Brock squeezed her boob. But to Trish it was only a lark. She was having a good time.
'Honey,' Brock said, 'how would you like to earn an extra fifty bucks tonight?'
'Oh, wow, would I,' Trish said eagerly. 'What do you want me to do, Brock?'
'Take off your costume,' he said, leering.
Trish stared at him, then giggled. 'You mean sit here naked?' she said. 'What would you want me to do that for?'
'Never mind our reasons, angel,' Brock said. 'Do you want the money?'
Trish debated for a moment. She certainly could use the fifty dollars for school clothes, but she was also pretty sure that it was wrong to take off her clothes in front of two men. Pat would have had a fit if she'd known. But then there was no chance of Pat finding out – she'd be hard at work at the club for the next few hours. Trish just couldn't resist the chance to earn all that spending money.
'Okay,' she laughed, 'but it sounds like a silly idea to me.'
'We don't think it's silly at all, honey,' Ted sighed.
Since the moment Trish stepped into the room Ted had been unable to keep his hungry eyes off her slim young body. Secretly he agreed with Brock that she didn't have her mother's stunning beauty, but she was certainly pretty enough. It was the lure of youth that drew him. Brock had confessed to popping her cherry just a few days ago. Ted got hotly excited when he imagined how tight her box would be.
But Brock had also warned him that they'd have to use different tactics with the daughter.
'Go ahead, baby,' Ted, continued, 'take off the costume. Give us poor old guys something nice to look at.'
Trish grinned and kicked off her shoes. As she pulled down the thin shoulder straps of her tight pink costume, she was thinking of all the ways she could spend the fifty dollars Brock had promised her. She pulled the costume down to her waist and exposed the exquisite little globe of her firm young tits.
'Beautiful,' Ted sighed, his eyes glued hotly to her delicate little pink nipples.
'Now take the rest of it off, honey,' Brock said.
Trish quickly skinned out of her costume, letting it slither down her legs. The men ogled the adorable little golden puff of her bush. As she stooped to step out of the costume, they got a brief tantalizing glimpse of her pure pink slit with its fine fringe of golden curls.
'There,' Trish chirped, tossing her discarded costume on a chair and standing before them naked. 'Can I have the money now, Brock?'
Brock swallowed hard before answering. He'd forgotten how incredibly inviting Trish looked in her innocent nakedness. 'Sure, honey,' he said somewhat hoarsely, 'you can have it now. But there may be a chance for you to earn more.'
'Oh?' Trish said eagerly. 'Doing what?'
Ted spoke before Brock could answer. 'You could help me undress,' he said with a big grin. 'You look so comfortable, I thought I'd like to get naked, too.'
Trish shrugged. She didn't pretend to understand all the silly things adults enjoyed, but she did understand that the more money she earned, the better. Every penny she saved for her school expenses meant that Pat would have to work less hard. It seemed weird to help a grown man off with his clothes, but she'd do it for her mother's sake.
'All right,' Trish said.
Just as her mother had done an hour earlier, Trish walked over to where Ted was sitting, dropped to her knees, and began removing his shoes and socks. But whereas Pat had been hostile and scowling, Trish merely had a blank expression. To her it was all business. She next removed Ted's shirt, and then he stood up so she could take off his pants.
Trish found it harder to maintain her businesslike expression when she saw the man's cock. She hadn't been around much, and she was terribly curious about pricks and balls. As she eyed Ted's stiff seven-inch dick, his coppery bush, and his swollen red nut sacs, she couldn't help wondering how it would be to ball him.
But of course she'd never cheat on Brock. It was Brock she loved and wanted to marry. Still she felt a
