Then she felt his stiff middle finger sliding right up her hot horny little twat. It poked into her stiffly, like a miniature cock, and the rigid probing felt delicious to her. Helplessly she felt her powerful cunt muscles gripping his finger, pulling it deeper. She creamed hugely around his finger, and her cunt became boiling-hot.
'Ooooo,' Pat squealed.
'That's it, honey, dig it,' Brock panted.
He began jerking his finger swiftly up and down in her red-hot pulpy little hole, and Pat simply couldn't control herself. She squealed with pleasure and arched her pussy up to get all the hot friction she could from his probing finger. Her hot sticky cunt-juice gushed around him, and she felt herself spinning rapidly toward a desperately needed orgasm.
Abruptly Brock jerked his finger out of her seething little cunt and started to undress. Pat knew she should seize the chance to run out of the office, to get away from him forever – but all she did was lie there with her legs slightly parted, showing the lush red flesh of her gash. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. She felt paralyzed with need.
Brock was out of his clothes very fast, and she found herself gawking at his handsome seven-inch cock. The thick pole of pale blue-veined flesh hugged his belly, springing from a nest of thick black hairs and ending in a hugely swollen purple knob. It was the sight of his cock that finally did her in. It reminded her so much of John's big thick prick and all the dizzying pleasure it had given her.
She didn't protest when Brock eased his naked body onto hers. Moaning softly, she opened her legs, opened them wide, and allowed him to sink between her silky hot thighs. He pressed the hard swollen head of his cock against the juicy little mouth of her cunt, then began gliding into her.
'Oooooo,' Pat wailed. 'My God, yes! Yes, do it to me.'
'That's more like it,' Brock chuckled. 'I figured you wanted it, baby.'
His words embarrassed her, but they were true. She'd had no idea how starved she was for a good thick cock. His swollen prick stuffed and filled her red-hot gripping cunt, gliding all the way to her womb, and she almost fainted with pleasure. She wondered how in God's name she'd gone for five years without fucking.
Brock started balling her hard and fast and deep. 'Good for you?' he panted. 'You like it this way?'
'Yesss,' Pat whined. 'Oh, God, yes, Brock. Fuck me, fuck me HARD.'
She knew she was being shameless, but she couldn't help herself, she was so wildly excited. Every deep hard lunge of his cock made her groan with ecstasy, and in less than a minute she was coming – coming for the first time in five years. All her pent-up need went into that explosive climax, and her lovely body jerked and rocked violently.
'Ohhhhhhh,' Pat wailed, 'Ohhhhh.'
Brock just barely managed to keep from coming himself as her fiery-hot cunt gripped his meat and creamed hugely all around him. Panting, gasping, he managed to hold out a few more minutes till he brought Pat off again. Then as her deliciously snug box squeezed and milked his cock again, he yelped and shot his load.
The moment he rolled off her, Pat was overcome with shame and guilt. She hurried into her clothes and was heading for the door, blushing furiously, when Brock caught her in his arms and gave her an appreciative squeeze.
'I'll see you tonight, Pat,' he said. 'I know you're going to work out just fine.'
'Thank you, Mr. Spalding – I mean Brock,' she said, then hurried out the door.
Driving home, she still felt ashamed of her wanton behavior, but there was another thought, too. Brock Spalding was obviously attracted to her. Wouldn't it be a wonderful thing for her and Trish if she were married to her handsome wealthy boss? THAT was certainly something to think about.
CHAPTER TWO
'Well, what do you think?' Pat said uneasily. She stood before her daughter, Trish, wearing the skimpy little black costume required for her new job at the Tango Club.
Trish, a petite blonde of eighteen, eyed her mother, then smiled. 'You look terrific, Mom,' she said. 'You're gonna have the customers falling right out of their chairs.'
'You don't think this costume is too revealing, then?' Pat said.
'Oh, Mom, don't worry about that,' Trish laughed. 'We're not living in the Victorian era any more.'
But her smile faded as she watched her mother nervously parading around the room in the little black costume. Pat was gorgeous, that was for sure, but how long would she look that way? She worked so hard. She'd worked hard for five years to keep Trish dressed and fed. And this new job would involve working half the night.
'Mom,' Trish said, 'it isn't fair for you to be the only one in the family earning money. My summer vacation's just starting. Don't you think I should get a job, too?'
'No, Trish, I definitely don't,' Pat said. 'I want you to spend the summer on your studies, getting ready for college. I can handle the money problems.'
Trish didn't agree, but she knew it was no use to argue. Once Pat had made up her mind, that was it. But secretly Trish had no intention of obeying her mother. She'd just go out and get a job and not tell Pat. She could earn enough money to buy her school clothes in the fall, maybe even save some for college. She felt it just wasn't right for Pat to work so hard.
'Well, I've got to get to work,' Pat said, putting a coat on over her costume. 'I'm sorry I'll have to be leaving you alone at nights, honey.'
'Hey, don't worry about it, Mom,' Trish said, forcing a smile. 'I'm a big girl now. I just hope your first night on the job goes great.'
Pat smiled and hurried out the door. No sooner had she driven away than Trish started walking downtown. Their large mid-Western town would have to have some job waiting for her, she was sure. And if she could work at nights, just like Pat did, her mother would never know she'd been out of the house.
In half an hour of brisk walking Trish came to the business district, and the first place she noticed was the Tango Club. There was a sign in the window, 'Help Wanted.' At first Trish was going to pass right by, thinking she couldn't possibly work at the same place as her mother. Then on impulse she decided to check it out. She might get a job in the kitchen, where Pat would never come.
Trish went in the back door of the place and encountered the chef, an enormous man in a white hat and apron.
'I'm looking for a job,' she said. 'Do you need any kitchen help?'
'Yeah, we still need a couple bus girls,' the fat man said. 'You just go right down this hall to the boss' office. Name's Mr. Spalding. He'll check you out.'
'Thanks,' Trish said.
She felt a little spark of excitement as she approached Brock Spalding's office. Her mother had mentioned that the boss was quite attractive and not all that old. She was curious to see the man her mother worked for. She knocked on the door, and Spalding called for her to come in.
Pat had been right – Brock Spalding was sexy as hell. Trish flushed a little as she spoke. 'Mr. Spalding, my name is Trish Adams and I'm looking for a job. I'm told you need bus girls.'
Brock was eyeing her intently, taking in her five-feet-thee curvy little figure. Trish was wearing tight jeans and a clinging pink jersey, and the outfit showed off her pert little ass, tiny firm waist, and adorable apple-size breasts. She was a very pretty girl with long blonde hair, big blue eyes and a snub nose.
'Adams?' Brock said. 'You aren't any relation to Pat Adams, are you?'
'Well, yes, she's my mother,' Trish said, 'but please don't tell her I applied here. She thinks I'm too young to work. But I'd really like to have that job, Mr. Spalding. We sure could use the money.'
Spalding grinned and leaned back in his desk chair. 'Okay, I won't tell,' he said. 'I think you'll do for the job, Trish, if you look okay in the costume.'
'Costume?' Trish said. 'But I only want to be a bus girl.'
'All the girls at the club wear costumes,' Brock said, 'even the kitchen help. You'll be clearing off tables in the restaurant, people will see you. So I want all my girls to be knockouts. Here, try this on.'
