He took a small box from his desk and handed it to Trish. She opened it and removed a tiny pink costume, like a skimpy bathing suit. She didn't feel embarrassed like Pat had done. She was excited about wearing such a cute outfit. She looked eagerly at Spalding.
'Where can I try it on?' she said.
'Just put it on here,' Brock replied. 'We're all one big family at the club. We don't stand on formalities.'
Trish didn't think another thing about it. She was a modern girl and didn't have any of her mother's old- fashioned modesty and hang-ups. Certainly she wasn't ashamed to show her young healthy body. She wasn't thinking of Spalding's reactions anyhow. She was wondering how she'd look in that pretty little pink costume.
'Okay, Mr. Spalding,' she chirped.
She started pulling off her jersey, and Brock Spalding leaned back in his chair with a lusty grin, his dark eyes glued to the young girl's figure. Trish didn't know it, but he was powerfully turned on by the idea of conquering both mother and daughter. In his opinion Trish didn't have her mother's startling beauty, but she was a sexy looking little chick, plenty sexy.
Trish removed her jersey, and Brock eyed her perky apple-size tits which strained in the tight confinement of her little bikini-style bra. The girl didn't even blush as she unzipped her jeans and drew them off revealing matching white bikini panties. Her petite body was silky-skinned and perfect.
Humming to herself, Trish unhooked her bra and casually drew it off. Her adorable little tits were perfectly firm and pointed, capped with tiny pink nipples. Brock licked his lips and tried to keep a horny leer off his face. But that was hard to do when she began to slip down her panties.
Brock felt mounting excitement when he saw the cute little globes of her ass and then her tiny golden- blonde bush, just a sweet little puff of curls that hardly concealed the fresh pink flesh of her pussy. Then the girl bent over to step into the costume, and Brock nearly came right out of his chair.
She had her back to him, and as she bent he could see the delicate moist pink of her gash. He saw the tiny red dot of her clit, her plump little pussylips, and the little shadowed mouth of her cunt. Even her brownie was cute, just a little pink pucker. Brock suppressed a horny sigh.
Trish stepped into the little pink costume and pulled on the fragile shoulder straps. The outfit fit her like a glove, showing every delectable curve of her teenage body. Brock could see the tiny stiff nubs of her nipples and even the little pout of her bush under the skin-tight cloth.
Trish paraded before him without a trace of self-consciousness. 'Well, how does it look?' she said.
'Great,' Brock sighed, 'just great. I'm sure you'll work out just fine, honey. We just have to check one more thing.'
Trish suddenly hung her head and blushed. 'Mr. Spalding,' she said, 'I don't have any experience. I might as well tell you that now. But I learn fast, and I'll do a good job, I promise.'
'Honey, that wasn't what I meant,' he said with a grin. 'And please call me Brock. I'm not worried about your lack of experience, Trish. What concerns me is your attitude. I mean, I like my people to feel like one big family.'
'Gee, that's fine with me, Mr. – I mean, Brock,' Trish said, giving him a big smile. 'I'm sure I'll tit me.'
'Probably,' Brock said, 'but I have to make sure.'
He got up from behind his desk and came to stand very close to Trish. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her intently. Trish felt a sudden burning excitement. Brock Spalding was about the sexiest guy she'd ever seen. It aroused her powerfully to have him touching her. His hands felt firm and hot on her bare shoulder.
'Trish,' he said gently, 'I don't quite know how to explain this, but it isn't enough for you just to do a good job. You have to please me in every way. Like this, for instance.'
He leaned down and kissed her, drawing her warm curvy little body tight against him. Trish was surprised but not frightened. She'd just begun to date and had kissed only a few boys, and she found that Brock did it much better than the kids she'd been out with. She got off on the way he slid his tongue deep into her mouth and probed around.
'Ummmmm,' Trish murmured.
She melted against him, letting him explore her mouth with his tongue and run his hands up and down her firm little body. It felt very nice and very exciting to the inexperienced teenage girl. She saw nothing wrong in it, either. It seemed perfectly natural that he should want to kiss her and touch her.
'Let's sit down, Trish,' Brock said huskily.
He took her hand and led her over to the leather couch. It was the same couch where, unknown to her, he'd balled her mother just a few hours earlier. Brock himself was very much aware of that fact, and it gave him a sense of wicked excitement. He sat down beside Trish, so close that their thighs touched.
'I'm really turned on to you, baby,' he said hoarsely. 'I mean if you worked here, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you.'
Trish felt flattered that the handsome older man should be so powerfully attracted to her. She didn't resist when Brock kissed her again. This time he eased her down on her back and lay half on top of her. Trish had never gone farther than kissing before, and she felt hotly excited to have his hard male body pressing against her.
'You can start work tonight, Trish,' he said, nuzzling her neck, 'but I want you to stay with me here for awhile and have a little fun.'
'Okay, Brock,' she said innocently. She didn't know what he meant by having fun, but so far it had been really exciting to be with him.
Brock went on kissing her, pinning her down with his body, and now he slipped down the slender straps of her costume. Trish sensed that it wasn't quite right when he uncovered her pert little boobs, but it was so exciting that she couldn't bear to refuse him. He cupped her sweet little jugs and began massaging and fondling the satiny warm flesh.
'Ummmmm,' Trish murmured in surprise, 'that feels nice.'
'Nobody ever did that to you before?' Brock said.
'Uh-uh,' Trish said. 'I've only been out with a few boys.'
Brock grinned lustily. It was a helluva turn-on making love to this delicious teenage girl, especially with the secret knowledge that he'd fucked her gorgeous mother on that very same couch. But most exciting of all was the likelihood that the girl was a virgin.
Brock bent down over her adorable little boobs and stuck out his gleaming red tongue. He trailed it wetly over the creamy-pale flesh of her boobs, digging the satiny texture of her flawless skin. He used the slick tip of his tongue to tickle her tiny pink nipples, quickly arousing the soft buds into stiffness.
'Oooooo,' Trish squealed.
It was the first time a man had really made love to her, and she was overwhelmed to find out how nice it felt. She was getting rapidly excited, so excited that she forgot all caution and all common sense. Something in the back of her mind told her that Pat wouldn't approve of this scene, but Trish was too aroused to care.
Brock seized one of her hard little nipples between his lips and sucked it deep into the heat and wetness of his mouth. He started sucking hard and fast on her tender little nipple, and Trish felt burning excitement. There was a strange glowing and melting sensation down in her virgin silt, a hot arousal she'd never experienced before.
Some of the older girls at school had talked about being 'horny', and Trish guessed that this was what they meant. Her hot little pussy was getting very wet and steamy, moistening the crotch of her costume. She felt like she wanted Brock to go on holding and petting and sucking her forever. His sucking mouth felt fantastically good on her tender little tit.
'Ohhhhh, that's nice,' she sighed. 'I really like that, Brock.'
Brock let her wet stiff nipple pop from his lips and said, 'I know something you'd like even better, honey.'
Without waiting for her to reply, he began slipping down her costume. She was already naked to the waist, and quickly he uncovered the pert little globes, of her ass and the delicate blonde puff of her bush. Now Trish was sure her mother wouldn't approve; but she was too wildly excited to protest. Brock pulled her skimpy pink suit all the way off and dropped it on the floor.
His eyes gleamed lustily as he eyed Trish's adorable curvy firm body. She didn't have her mother's spectacular big-breasted figure, but she was damned delicious to look at. He placed a hand on the soft warm curls
