it better than anyone else in the world.'
'And what makes you think those turkeys up there in Beaulea are going to want lessons from us?' she asked him smiling in spite of herself at the crazy images he was conjuring up in her mind of a town gone wild and fucking in the streets and the mines.
'Yeah,' Chuck spoke up for the first time. 'What makes you think that they're going to listen to you just because your father's the big-shit around the place?'
'Because he is the big-shit,' he said smugly. 'And when the big-shit's son says fuck, people do!' CHAPTER TWO
Amanda was getting sea sick. She had been maneuvering the little sports car around turns and grades for what seemed like hours. She had never seen such a wilderness of trees and winding roads and mountains in her life and she never wanted to again. She had no idea how she was ever going to be able to bear staying up in Beaulea for however long Scott was going to have to stay there. She looked over at Scott sitting next to her in the car, and had to laugh to herself, he looked even more miserable than she felt. Poor guy, he was going to miss the big city even more than she would.
'Hey, watch how much you drink there? We're almost there and you can't show up smelling like a brewery!' she cried, taking her eyes off the road as the young Thorpe took another drink from his pocket flask.
'Man, I need all the fortification I can get to make it through the next few months,' he laughed half-heartedly. 'I mean, where did my crazy old man get the idea that I had to start at the bottom in order to work at the top?'
'He did.'
'Shit, you sounded just like my dad. Do that one more time, and I'll leave you in Beaulea when I split.'
She laughed. 'All right, I promise, I'll promise anything!'
'You know what I'd like right now?'
'Umm, what?'
'A nice interesting fuck!'
'I'll have you know that you're in the company of one of the most interesting fucks in the world. At least that's what I've been told.' The ravishing woman patted a stray lock of her curly red hair in place.
'Oh, come on now, baby, you know what I mean.' A glint of lewd interest flickered in the deep brown eyes of the rich, dark-haired man. He sat up to get a cigarette out for his companion. Taking one himself, he lit both. He handed it to Amanda, placing it between the voluptuous redhead's scarlet-painted lips.
He let his thumb rub sensually against her full lower lip, then dropped his hand down to the deep cleft between her hugely billowing tits where they showed tantalizingly white and soft at the top of her softly clinging peach silk blouse. For a moment his curious fingers played there, grazing suggestively against the smoothness of her cream-like skin, and then suddenly they darted down and across, smoothing against the supple swell of Amanda's inviting tits, naked beneath the material of her thin blouse. Taking the soft bud of her rapidly hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he began to squeeze it obscenely.
'Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh Scottie,' the redhead cooed.
'Feel nice, Mandy?' Scott asked, as he continued to squeeze and roll the sensitive button of her nipple between his fingers, feeling it growing harder by the minute.
'It certainly does,' she replied, keeping a sharp eye on the road. After all she didn't want to accidentally careen off one of these hairpin turns and end up in a smashed pile at the bottom of one of these wild ravines. But she did manage to guide her right hand unerringly towards Scott Thorpe's hotly throbbing dick. Her tapered fingers then began to caress the cloth-covered, stiffening bulge at the front of his pants, feeling the rigid hardness give a little jerk of desire beneath the thin material and grow harder still.
'Mmmmmmmmmnnnnn' she purred, 'you certainly are ready for pussy.'
'Why don't you drive up the next dirt road,' Scott suggested. He loved the way Amanda fingered his cock, and his loins throbbed with steadily rising lust. 'Hell, why don't you just pull over to the side of the road and suck me off.'
'Scottie,' the sultry female said, her green eyes glittering with mischief, 'you are a real jerk sometimes, you know that? I have my rights too, you know, and I like to get my cunt licked too.'
'Okay, then, drive up the next dirt road,' Scottie replied a little sulkily. He didn't like it at all when Amanda was so damn smart.
It made him feel like a damn kid with his mother. So unlike the adoring and sex-starved social-climbers who were eager and ready to do anything with the rich handsome son of Randall Thorpe. Still, for all her annoying independence, he had to admit that Amanda had interested him more than any other woman. Somehow she had managed to keep him interested and entertained so that no matter how often he screwed other women, he always came back to Amanda. The fact that she had that kind of effect on him amazed him.
'Why don't we just wait, honey,' Amanda suggested. Yet despite her desire to keep going, the redheaded beauty was squirming on the car seat in mounting excitement. Scott's fingers were still roving maddeningly over her sensuously rounded tits, making her tingle excitedly all over. She could feel a light film of perspiration breaking out over her ravishingly endowed body, especially up between her warmly quivering thighs. 'We're almost to Beaulea. Let's just go on into town, find that dump we'll be staying in, and then maybe we can have a quickie.'
Amanda loved a good fuck, but she did have a job keeping him out of trouble and to stop now might create some. If the son of the owner of the Beaulea Mine were caught, by the locals fucking his girl friend on the side of the road, there would be hell to pay. Shit, she could just imagine what the papers would say.
'Amanda, sometimes I think you're just a goddamn cock-tease.'
'Oh yeah?' The amused redhead shifted easily into a lower gear as she prepared to turn the car up the last steep winding grade before the town. 'Listen, lover, I'm the best friend your little ol' cock ever had.'
Scott was silent, once more staring sulkily out the window. He missed her hand touching him down there, but decided to let Amanda have her own way. After all, it was never very long before the handsome heir found female companionship, and he'd soon be rolling around in bed with some nice, eager pussy, be it Amanda or some miner's daughter.
'Listen, Scottie,' the green-eyed woman said, attempting to soothe his distress. 'If you're real good up at Beaulea, and don't get nasty with the miners and get mixed up with their daughters, and if you just play your little part like daddy wants you to, then maybe father will stop trying to make you responsible and let you inherit his money without bothering you anymore, how about it?'
Scott said nothing, feigning disinterest. But he had to admit that Amanda was probably right. She seemed to know his father even better than he did himself and he respected her judgment when it came to her opinion of just how his old man thought. Every time he took Amanda's advice it always turned out to be the best, thing to do and though he would never admit to her or anyone else how much he listened to her, he listened nonetheless,
He removed his hand from the warm interior of Amanda's silk blouse and began to drum his fingers lightly on the window. Yeah, Amanda was something else alright, almost too good to be true, and she'd been keeping him out of trouble ever since they'd met. Fuck, she'd put up with more shit from him and still stayed with him, than anyone he had ever known, his father included. Scott knew he was a no-good, conceited bastard, but he didn't care, he was the spoiled rich son of a millionaire, and he could afford to be an asshole, and he knew it and he knew he could get away with it because it was expected of him. The rich were the traditional asses of society, so after all, wasn't he just living up to the image? He laughed quietly, because he knew he would have started the idea if it hadn't already been created. He used his father's power and money to get himself everything he wanted, and he used it ruthlessly without, feeling for those he trampled along the way.
His father hated him, hated him for the way he took for granted all the things it had taken him his life to build. The money, the power, had all come after years and years of hard, backbreaking labor and Scott took and used it all as though it were owed him and not something to be grateful for. Scott didn't feel sorry for the old man, he was his father's son, and he had made his son what he was today. If the end product didn't suit his fancy, tough shit, he was still the only son he had, and he would never abandon him. He was stuck with him just as Scott was with his father. Some critics would even say they deserved each other and he had to agree.
Absorbed deeply in his thoughts, Scott was only vaguely aware that the scenery was rapidly changing outside the car. No longer were the trees thick along the side of the road, but they were thinning now. And off in the distance he could see the ugly scar of the mine cut into the mountain. The building surrounding the mineshaft and the building built over the shaft itself all stood out like great dusty blemishes against the brown-like dirt of the
