Chapter 2
After two weeks of not being able to find anything, Connie decided the only sensible thing for her to do was to call up her friend Joyce and see about that waitress job. Throwing her pride away, she called her up.
"Hello, there," Joyce began with a laugh, "I figured you'd call sooner or later."
A couple hours later Joyce and Connie were talking to Nick Dorsey in his office at the restaurant.
"I do need a new night girl," Nick nodded, "but I must have an experienced waitress. What experience have you had, honey?"
Joyce was hoping that Connie would exaggerate a little. But Connie told the truth.
"I've never worked as a waitress," she confessed.
"I'm sorry," Nick shook his head apologetically, "but this job requires someone with background."
Joyce felt sorry for her and immediately picked up the ball.
"Everybody has to start somewhere, Nick," she reminded him, "and I'll teach her all I know. Why don't you give her a break?"
Nick feasted his eyes on the beautiful, young blonde girl. There was something very appetizing and beautiful about her. She certainly would pull in plenty of customers if she turned on the charm, which she possessed in abundance.
"Maybe that would work out for a week or so," Nick finally hedged, "but it would have to be on a temporary basis. You'd have to prove yourself, if you know what I mean."
During the next week Connie did her best to prove herself. It was tiring work and when she quit at midnight, she would take off her shoes and rub her tired feet. One night when Joyce wasn't there to go home with her, Nick volunteered eagerly to drive her home.
"Oh, I can take the bus," Connie said, not wanting to bother him.
"There's no reason to do that," he shook his head.
Nick was a middle-aged man with penetrating brown eyes and hair slightly graying at the temples. He still considered himself quite a Casanova in his own right. When he found a waitress that he felt was very appealing, he often insisted on having sex with her. It was about one week since Connie had started working and he felt as though he could control the situation by suggesting sex. It would be very simple. If she would give in and satisfy his carnal appetites, she could have the job. If she found it difficult, she wouldn't be working.
At first she was fearful when she accepted the offer. But she could hardly turn the boss down.
"I've been watching your work," Nick said with little emotion in his voice, "and you're all right, I guess. By the way, honey, how about giving me a good time tonight?"
Nick's hand was on the young blonde waitress's thigh now.
"I'm tired," she replied quickly.
"Maybe we can relax over drinks somewhere," he suggested, "and then you and me can go to my apartment."
Connie was really nervous now. Finally she was going to have it placed on the line to her. And she didn't know as she could satisfy Nick's sexual desires. In a way she wanted to gain some experience sexually. In another way she was still fond of Craig. Try as she would, she couldn't erase Craig from her mind.
"I'm waiting for your answer," Nick said as he pressed his hand over to her crotch.
"I guess so," she finally agreed.
Nick found a secluded bar and they had a couple of drinks. It did help. When they were back in the car together, it wasn't so difficult now to snuggle up to him.
"Ohhh, baby," Nick said excitedly as he pressed his lips against hers, "you're so beautiful."
Connie reminded him that he was still driving and he would get in an accident if he didn't watch the highway.
Nick drove promptly to his apartment. The moment he walked in the place he turned on the air conditioner and started stripping.
"We sure have been having hot weather," he said.
Connie knew that she was expected to strip, too. She hated to admit she had so little experience. Maybe Nick would secretly laugh at her. The humiliation of being forced to undress before him with her job hanging in the balance further tormented her. Nick wasted no time in getting his clothes off. He was a hairy man with broad shoulders, trim hips and a big stiff swinging between his legs. He came over to her when she hesitated and helped her undress. He saw that her firm bosoms were ripe and ready and he reached down to toy with her silky panties once she'd slipped off her skirt. His hand reached inside and he gently felt her moist womanhood. It was strange how
Nick was getting what Craig had wanted. Perhaps Craig had been too gentle with her. She almost wished that he had forced her into having sex. For she really cared for Craig and Nick held little actual appeal for her.
"Honey, you're hot," he told her.
At this point she was fantasizing. She was thinking of Craig. Connie could almost feel Craig's fingers gently massaging her vagina.
"Baby," he told her, "you're different. You're not like a lot of other girls I've screwed with. You're almost like a virgin.".
The moment he said that, Connie blurted the truth.
"I am a virgin."
Nick's eyes glistened with erotic desire. "Oh, I'm glad to hear that, honey," he told her. "Real glad."
In a few moments they were lying naked on the bed together. Nick was eager to explore her beautiful body. Reaching to her supple bosoms he gently flicked the erect nipples with his probing finger tips. And then he brought his sweating body close to hers. He used one hand to massage one bosom, while his quick red tongue worked energetically on the other. It got Connie so excited that she had to reach down and gently insert her finger in her pink velvety slit. She massaged the erect clitoris to stimulate herself even more. And then she looked at Nick's gigantic cock. It was hard now. It was the longest penis she had ever seen.
"I want you to play with it," he told her.
Reaching down, she placed her hand on his rigid, male member. When she didn't instantly start pulling on it, he realized that perhaps she actually was a virgin. For she seemed to know very little about sex.
"Pull up and down on it," he suggested.
Grasping his long main-stem firmly she began pulling on his hard, thick, throbbing penis.
"That's how I like it," he told her. "Just like that. Ohhh, baby, keep pulling on it."
She began jerking up and down with rapid-fire movements. His huge cock became more engorged and enflamed.
"Now I'm gonna stick it in you," he said as he straddled her.
She watched as he slowly inserted his throbbing, male member into her womanhood.
"I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you good," he told her.
His bloated hard cock shoved in her with deep, penetrating prick stabs. She reached up to grip his behind as he plowed into her with hard, driving force.
Her womanhood responded to him. Connie's legs were thrown around Nick's legs. Nick could tell she was excited now. Her breath was coming in short gasps and her nipples were erect as they brushed back and forth against his hairy chest. But what he loved most of all was the tightness of her wet vagina. And then he realized she was a virgin, for he was busting her cherry.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged him passionately.
He pumped it in her with deep, penetrating cock stabs. Her vagina muscles gripped his sliding, thrusting tool and squeezed. At the same time her hands clasped his bare ass cheeks.
"I love it, I love it," Nick cried excitedly.
Connie had mixed feelings. A part of her wanted to please and satisfy Nick. But there was another side of her that was troubled. She knew she was doing something that had been forbidden. And this memory made it difficult to enjoy it completely.
It didn't take long for Nick to reach a hot, juicy climax. His blazing sperm flowed freely in her. This was the kind of erotic sexual adventure that always pleased him. When he pulled his now satisfied penis from her and looked down at her trembling, naked body, he realized she was just a child. And it almost made him feel guilty.
The next day when she was at work with Joyce, she could hardly wait to reveal what had happened to her.
"I've got something to tell you," she whispered at one point in the evening.
"What about?" Joyce asked eagerly.
When Connie said the word, "Nick," Joyce knew already. For Nick had invaded her young womanhood.
That evening after work, Joyce told Connie that it was a good thing it had happened.
"You can't go on being a kid all of your life. You had to grow up sometime. I guess it might as well begin with Nick as with anybody. He's really a good sort."
At this point Joyce was eager to suggest something to Connie, but she didn't know whether she could trust her or not.
"It's hard making money that way, isn't it?" she finally blurted.
Connie agreed. "My feet are tired," she told her. "All that walking back and forth. I wish some of those people who are always asking me for one thing or another had to go running for it the way I do. I'll bet it would cut their requests down."
Joyce wanted Connie to listen to her when she wasn't driving. She suggested they have coffee together. They went to a late-night restaurant and over coffee Connie told her what she had been doing on the side lately.
"I've been making my beauty pay off. There are guys who will pay for it. Nick isn't one of them, dear."
This bothered Connie. The last thing she wanted to do was sell herself. The fact that Nick hadn't given her anything made her feel as though it couldn't be all wrong. After all, she had reasoned, it was just two people expressing themselves together in bed sexually. But if she had ever charged for it, she knew what that would categorize her to be.
"Wipe that frown off your face," Joyce insisted. "There's nothing wrong with getting a little bread for going to bed."
Connie listened carefully as Joyce explained her way of looking at it.
"So you please him and he pleases you. I've found it very easy sometimes. Of course, the kinky characters demand more, but they pay more."
Connie was unfamiliar with all of the sexual words that Joyce was using.
"What's kinky? she demanded.
"That's when a cat only gets excited when you do something different. You know, like slap his ass with a belt while he jacks off."
This was rather startling to Connie.
"You mean, you don't even have to let him put it in you?"
Shaking her head, Joyce's eyes lit up.
"That's what I'm telling you. It's easy. I mean, you just sit there bare-ass naked and whip his butt while he jacks it. And you pick up the bread. Nothing to it. Only you don't tell people about it."
Connie was beginning to understand plenty about Joyce and her high living.
"That car you said your father got you?" she asked her. Connie waited now as Joyce made up her mind whether or not she should reveal everything.
"All right," Joyce shrugged, "so I earned it. I mean, I had to explain how I got it and I knew that if I told you the truth you might get the wrong idea."
Connie realized Joyce had refused to tell the truth because she'd get the right idea.
"How much do they pay for it?"
"To turn a blow-job trick is twenty bucks," she explained. "But if you give a guy everything at an all-night stand, it's a hundred bucks. That's really the way to fly."
It didn't take long for Connie's cash-register mind to figure out that it might prove to be a very profitable deal to peddle herself.
"You know, you might have something there," she agreed.
"I've got a guy I'd like to introduce you to," Joyce smiled. "He's seen you at the restaurant."
Connie couldn't help wonder if Joyce had been thinking of this all the time. Maybe that was the reason why she wanted her to work at the restaurant with her.
"I guess you feel guilty, Joyce," Connie told her flatly, "and you would feel less guilty if I was doing the same thing. Am I right?"
That got Joyce angry.
"You couldn't be more wrong," she told her bluntly. "I don't feel guilty over a thing. I am doing what I want to. All I want to do is help you. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Connie sipped her coffee slowly, realizing that perhaps Joyce was right. It wouldn't hurt anybody if she did give them some erotic entertainment. The idea of getting a hundred bucks for whipping a guy's bare butt while he jerked off his penis, appealed to her. She wouldn't even have to get involved with him. She could be a bystander just watching some kinky character get his kicks.
"What do you say?" Joyce finally blurted.
By now Connie was amenable to the suggestion.
"All right," she agreed. "I can try it out. I'm not saying I think it is right, but it wouldn't hurt."
Joyce was pleased. For she had been told by Fred, who found Connie so fascinating, that he would give her twenty-five bucks if he could get her to go to bed with him.
"There's nothing in it for me, honey," Joyce assured her. "I just want to help you any way I can."
Joyce drove Connie to her apartment. And as they were driving there, she made another suggestion.
"You could move in with me," she told her, "and save some more money. It isn't safe for a girl to live alone these days. There are so many sex creeps."
In light of the fact that Joyce was suggesting that she go out with some offbeat, sexual character, it did seem strange that now she was concerned about it.
"Don't you ever get afraid going to some strange guy's place?" Connie asked her openly.
"You take a risk walking across the street, honey," she replied nonchalantly. "No, I'm not afraid. If I was afraid I wouldn't do it."
That made sense to her. The next night when Fred came into the restaurant Joyce immediately made the introductions.
"Connie, meet Fred," she introduced him casually.
Fred smiled knowingly and nodded.
"Please to meet you, beautiful."
Connie was noticeably nervous and she didn't want Nick to see her talking with a customer. Nick might get angry or jealous. After serving the entire meal to Fred and as he was about to get dessert, she asked him what he wanted.
"I would like you for dessert," he said, eyeing her in an erotic manner.
"I'm afraid I'm not on the menu," Connie whispered.
"Could I catch you later?" Fred said under his breath.
"Maybe after work we could get together," Connie replied.
Fred nodded agreeably and told Connie to skip the dessert.
When she got off work Joyce spoke with her a moment before she met Fred.
"Don't let him frighten you," she warned her. "He likes to put on a big act. Just relax and enjoy yourself."
That was much easier said than done, she thought to herself. Nevertheless, she vowed that she would try her best to have a good time no matter what.
Fred was a young man in his late twenties. He was driving a red sports car and acted as though he had the world on a string.
"Where would you like to go for a drink first?" he suggested.
"Anywhere you want to go," she replied.
"Now that's what I like," he smiled agreeably. "A girl who isn't demanding. Do you want to make me happy?"
She nodded and smiled at him.
"Yes, I guess you are right."
Stopping at the Casbah Bar, they both went into the lounge.
"I'm a tennis buff," he observed. "What do you do when you're not working or screwing around?"
It bothered her to have anyone speak to her like this. Vividly her mother's warnings about cheapening herself came to her mind.
"I don't care too much for tennis," she admitted, "but I do like to water ski. And I like to ski in mountains."
Fred listened to her and then let his leg press against hers under the table.
"Reach over here," he suggested.
It bothered her that he expected such a bold display in public.
"Why aren't you reaching over here?" he finally blurted when he observed she wasn't doing as he instructed.
"All right," she reluctantly agreed.
Placing her hand on his aroused thigh, she thought that would satisfy him. But she didn't realize how wrong she was. Fred grabbed her hand and placed it right over his bulging crotch.
It was strange how she was fascinated about the prospect of having that hunk of manhood sliding in her. Instantly recognizing she wanted it as bad as he did, he wasted no time in suggesting they adjourn to his apartment.
"We've got to get out of here," he told her hungrily, "I could do it right now in front of everybody-"
"Let's go," Connie shook her head, "no exhibitions for me. But can I trust you-after all-I really don't know you."
"You can trust me," he assured her as he paid the bill. Walking out with his arm around her, he led her to his car in the parking lot, and drove down the highway to his apartment. She was glad he didn't live far as he was drunk and driving dangerously. Once in his apartment he wasted no time in getting into the bedroom and asking her to undress. Connie hesitated at first, and then when she saw the size of his huge elongated penis as he pulled off his shorts, her hot urges for him removed her inhibitions. She stripped and got in bed with him. Her legs were spread lewdly, now. The desires were burning in her body for him to love her all over.