Brent.
“He hasn't had a day off in weeks, sir. Tonight is the busiest day of the week so I don't think he's willing to go in early.”
Brett thought about it for a moment and decided that interviewing young girls wouldn't be so bad after all. “All right. Guess I'll have to take care of it myself,” he said, knowing that she wouldn't have to call the manager now. Brett looked at his watch and saw he didn't have much time to spare if he was going to get to The Oaken Bucket by two. “You better stick around until three in case I'll need anything at the cocktail lounge,” Brett added as he stood up to go. He could see the disappointment in his secretary's eyes but he didn't care. If he was going to work, so could she!
As Brett got into his car to make the drive to the bar, his thoughts returned to the events of that morning. He was glad that the orgy the previous night had broken up earlier than usual as his father's call had come early that morning. It made him a little angry when he thought how the old man had waited until the last minute to tell him about the trip to Los Angeles. It meant that all of his plans for the weekend were finished because his father always expected him to leave a day early to be ready for business on Monday. He thought about what he might do in Los Angeles and tried to think of the name of the concert hall that had recently opened. If he could get a ticket, he decided he should go see Leonard Bernstein.
As Brett pulled up in front of the cocktail lounge, Brett noticed only one girl standing by the front entrance. He parked the car quickly, the fished in his pocket for the master key as he walked toward the girl. She was leaning up against the door, her shapely young legs crossed at the ankles. Brett looked at the mini-skirt she was wearing, not failing to notice how it accented her sexy, voluptuous body. He guessed she was about nineteen or so but the expression on her lovely face told him immediately that she had been around.
“You're here about the barmaid's job?” Brett asked as he approached the girl. She moved from the doorway and he immediately unlocked the door and walked inside.
The beautiful redhead didn't say anything but followed him inside and across the lobby to the manager's office. Brett held the curtain that hung in front of the office door aside for her and she walked in ahead of him. He followed her, leaving the door slightly ajar.
“Not much response to our ad,” Brett commented as he motioned to the girl to sit down on the leather sofa against the wall. He walked over to the desk to be able to look at her from the best possible angle. She sat with her legs uncrossed and he could clearly see the lace on her panties that covered her shapely little ass.
“There were three other girls waiting,” she said, looking directly at his eyes. She knew she was being looked at by Brett in just the way she wanted. “I got rid of them. I told them I had already gotten the job,” she added and she smiled openly, daringly at Brett.
The handsome, dark-haired Brett started laughing out loud at the girl's bold and honest statement. He couldn't help but like her attitude and looking at her he saw that she was smiling, accentuating her remarks. Her long, red hair hung straight down around her face and she lifted her hand to pull back a loose strand with her middle finger. She moved slowly and purposefully seductive, and Brett thought that she was putting it on a little too heavily. He decided to make her shell out a little pussy and he suddenly wanted to fuck her like he knew she had never before been fucked. That should show the teasing Utile slut.
“Okay, you told them you already had the job but how do you know the tutu will fit? Ah, what's your name?” Brett added questioningly.
“Christine Perkins!”
“Okay, Christine. Suppose you try it on?” Brett smiled as he saw her raise her eyebrows slightly from surprise. But then she returned his smile.
“Here?”
“Why not?” Brett realized that she was willing to go along with his request, at least to a point. He stood up and without saying any more, he went to the closet and pulled out a uniform that he figured would fit her approximately. When he turned around to hold it out for her, she was already standing up and pulling her blouse off. He dropped the skimpy outfit on the arm of the couch and stood silently where he was to watch her.
It didn't take Christine very long to get down to her bra and panties as she had very little on over them. After taking off her blouse and casually setting it on the back of the couch, she unzipped the side of her miniskirt, letting it fall down around her feet. Both her bra and panties were very bikini and Brett could see the lines of her tan where her swimsuit had covered her. She had a long, narrow waist that was accentuated by the slight flare of her hips and her young, large titties. Her tiny bra was thin, nearly transparent material and Brett could see that she didn't really need it to hold up her firm, jutting boobies. It was rather loose on her, but there were round bumps at the tips of the tiny, wispy material where her large nipples pressed into it.
Brett shifted his gaze to the red fuzz on her lower belly and down to the area of her cunny. The pink, lacey panties clearly showed the soft, red triangle of her pussy hair and her twat appeared to curve smoothly back between her tanned thighs. Her asscheeks were small, but clearly stuck out like two round ripe pieces of fruit. Brett felt his prick growing erect under his pants just from looking at her.
“Well, do you want me to try on the outfit?” she said, holding out her hand out toward Brett.
“That's okay. The uniform will fit.”
Christine smiled again at Brett and gestured at her bra and panties. “You want me to take them off?” she said. It was as much a statement as it was a question.
“No!” Brett replied and he moved closer to her. “I'll take them off.” He put his arms around Christine pulling her nearly naked body hard against him. The obscene bulge of his hard pecker pressed into the space between her firm young thighs, and he unfastened her bra before bending down slightly to kiss her on the ear. While nipping lightly at the taut cords of her neck, he ran his hands down her back until he felt the top of her panties. Slipping his fingers beneath the elastic waistband, he pulled the flimsy pink material down over the round moons of her asscheeks. He felt his elbows pushing slightly against him as if to back away and Brett realized that Christine was going to play tease and make him work for it.
“Haven't time to fool around now. I've got to catch a plane for Los Angeles,” Brett said forcefully into her ear. He didn't want Christine to act like she didn't want him to fuck him just for the fun of it. He knew she was willing to be fucked. He pulled down more on her filmy panties and they fell down her legs to the floor.
“Los Angeles! I've always wanted to go to Los Angeles,” she said in the same whispered tone.
“If you're a cooperative girl, maybe you'll get to go there someday!” Brett replied aloud. He felt her pushing against him slightly and he backed away from her to move his hand down between their bodies. He ran it across her smooth, flat belly and down toward the softly rising mound of her sparse red pussy hair. As his fingers traced the curve of her cunt mound while pressing lightly on the soft, fluffy twat, she relaxed her legs slightly to give his hand greater freedom for feeling her up. For a moment, he looked at her slightly-parted mouth and blue eyes before he kissed her hard, driving his tongue inside her warm mouth at the same time. Christine responded by sucking on his tongue, then squealed from deep within her throat as his finger wormed teasingly up into the hair-lined gash of her cunt in search of her erect clitty.
When Brett found the hardening love button, he felt her body tensing for an instant, then she relaxed and ground her screw box back against his rubbing finger. Without breaking away from his kiss, she reached for the belt to his pants and began to unfasten it. Brett thought his prick was going to push right through the material of his trousers and he was relieved to feel her hands working at getting it off of him. When she unzipped his fly the pants fell down around his ankles, followed shortly by his underpants after a brief struggle to get them free of his large, erect fuckstick. Her cool hand wrapped around the rigid cudgel of cock flesh like she was holding a huge salami and the sensation it gave him made his whang grow larger with excitement. Still working his finger around her clitty, Brett pulled her bra free of her round, jutting boobies, letting it too fall down to the floor below.
Breaking away from the kiss long enough to get a look at the beautiful, naked body, Brett was pleased with what he saw. The pink cherry nipples at the tips of her titties stuck out like ripe fruit and he bent down to take one in his mouth. He ran his tongue wetly around the hardened nipple, teasing it fully erect and then he covered the tip of her knocker with his warm mouth. He bit down hard on the nipple with his teeth as he sucked it into the depths of his mouth.
“Ooooaaaggghhh!” Christine Perkins moaned more from the pain of his hard bite than from any pleasure she felt. But the incessantly-rubbing finger on her hard clitty was sending wonderful sensations through her whole body and she felt limp from the electric jolts of pleasure in her cunt. Her legs felt as though they were shaking as the thrilling sensations danced over her jangling nerves and she could feel the flowing pussy juices forming at the
