flew in to town that I have to entertain.'
'Where do you live, sir?'
'In the Riverfront Estates.'
'Would you pay my cab fare?'
'Sure.' 'What time?'
'Well, right away. Okay?'
'Sure, okay. I'll be there, give me the address.
Sue wrote it down on a pad, then dialed for a cab. She went back to the girls and informed them she had to baby-sit and couldn't go with them.
'Gee, it's Friday night, Sue,' Gloria Tucker said.
'I know, but…'
'You must need the money, huh?' 'They're gonna pay me double.' Sue fixed her ponytail and her bangs and went out in front of the school to wait for the taxi. Sue had never been to the expensive, plush Riverfront Estates where the Madisons lived. The cab pulled in on a paved drive that curved up in front of a huge two-story mansion with white pillars, columnar and antebellum. The fare was twenty-one dollars. 'Just wait,' Sue told the cabbie. She walked up to the door and rang the bell.
Mr. Madison opened the door.
'I'm Sue Powers.'
'Oh, fabulous,' the man smiled. He was tall, thin, near fifty. God, he's handsome, Sue thought. 'I owe the cab twenty-one dollars.'
Mr. Madison walked past her, went to the cab and paid the driver. He came back.
Sue watched his lean body, looking good in gray slacks, white shirt, tie, blue blazer.
'I'm so glad you could come on such short notice,' he said. 'Please come in.'
She followed the handsome man into the huge house.
'We have a young lad of only twelve, and he shouldn't be any problem, Sue,' Mr. Madison said.
He turned and gazed at her in her delicious cheerleading uniform.
Sue could see he was impressed with her generous, round tits and the way they pushed at the scripted Devils written in small letters across the front of her tight knit sweater.
Mr. Madison showed her through the house that was furnished richly.
'This came up rather quickly, our going out tonight, and the maid is off. We were lucky she left a shopper in the TV room so we could see your ad.'
Sue met Jimmy, a cute boy with a pageboy hairdo. He was short, had a chubby face and freckles.
Then she met Mrs. Madison, Anne. She was forty-eight, still trim, but showed her age in her face, which was still beautiful. She had a supple body that had been kept up by exercise and perhaps a tummy tuck or two.
The Madisons left for their engagement and Sue watched TV with Jimmy, then sent him to bed as she was instructed to do.
Sue wandered through the house, deciding that one day she too would be rich and own a home like this, Since she had started babysitting this year, including the two hundred dollars she'd received from Mr. Brown, she had close to five hundred dollars.
She watched a late movie and fell asleep on the couch to be awakened by the Madisons at two o'clock.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sue sat up on the TV couch, stretched and her big, wonderful tits splashed against her sweater.
'Mr. Madison will take you home,' Mrs. Madison said. 'He's in his office, just go down that hall. He's calling California on business. When he finishes, he'll drive you. Thanks again, Susan for taking the job on short notice.'
'Oh, anytime, Mrs. Madison,' Sue said.
Mrs. Madison went up a winding staircase.
Sue walked into a hall bathroom. She splashed water on her pretty face, dried with a towel, combed her hair out, parted it quickly in the middle, let her bangs fluff down, and tied it up into two long ponytails that fell to her shoulders. She used two red ribbons to hook them. Then she blushed her cheeks pink and added fresh pink gloss to her luscious lips.
Looking refreshed and new, she went to Mr. Madison's office. He was on the phone and nodded for her to come in. Sue took a chair in front of his huge desk.
As he talked of a stock market move with a business associate, Mr. Madison gazed at Sue sitting prettily in the chair-her sweet red uniform, inverted white pleats high on her smooth thighs, her knee socks, tennies, and her red sweater with white stripes.
Sue crossed her legs and dangled one leg over the other, wiggling her foot as she waited.
'Well, let's buy a hundred thousand shares at the market in the morning,' Mr. Madison said. 'That would be a little over a million dollars and will give us a good position in the company.'
Sue had never heard anyone talk about a million dollars before. She was properly impressed with the handsome man who sat businesslike behind his desk, glancing at her occasionally with admiring eyes.
'Yes, I do too. I think we can ride the stock up for two to three points, then take a nice profit,' Mr. Madison continued.
He finally hung up.
'Sorry, just business,' he smiled.
'Golly,' Sue said, 'sounds like real big business, Mr. Madison.'
'Well, I have an investment company and a partner in California. We like to buy stock in good companies, then sit on it until we have a nice profit. Sometimes we try to take the company over, get seats on the board.'
'Gosh, that sounds really interesting,' Sue said, impressed.
'What year are you in high school, Susan?' he asked.
'A senior. I'll graduate this year.'
'What will you do then?'
'I'd sure like to go to college, but I don't have the money. I really don't know. I've thought about mass communications, TV and stuff.'
'I see.'
'That's why I'm babysitting, so I can leave home, do something with my life.'
'And do what specifically?' he asked. She blushed, embarrassed to tell. 'Go ahead, tell me. Perhaps I can help. But you have to tell me what you really want life to give you.'
'Money!' Sue blurted.
'You want to be rich? And you have no plan?' 'Well, not really, just babysitting.' Mr. Madison smiled.
'You're a very beautiful young lady,' he said.
'Ah, well, thanks, sir.'
'In order to be rich, Susan, you must know all there is to know about money.'
'Uh-huh.'
'You have to study, take some courses, and the best thing is to read the Wall Street Journal every day.'
'How do I get that?'
'You can buy it or subscribe, but you have to read it every day, and then learn from it, and if you come across terms and words you don't know, you must find out what they mean. If you started doing this now, at your age, you could be very rich… if you play it right.'
'Just reading?'
'Reading and investing.'
'But I only have like maybe five hundred dollars, sir.'
He smiled again.
'Would you like to discuss a business deal with me, Susan?' Mr. Madison said.
