Chapter 2
Is my sister home?" Katherine asked the maid as she came back into the house.
"No, Miss Katherine, she hasn't come back since she left here."
Katherine left the house and went in the direction of the asphalt works. When she got there the first thing that she noticed was that the little wooden shack which was the office was all closed up although there was plenty of activity elsewhere.
"Has anyone seen my sister?" Katherine called out to the men.
There was a general negative response. But no one was very specific in their response and all of the men looked like they were very busy.
Katherine went to the man who was nearest to her and asked, "Did you see my sister?"
"No, ma'am, I didn't see her."
"Then she wasn't around here all afternoon?" Katherine asked. .
"I wouldn't know," the man said, nervously. "If she was here then I didn't see her!"
"Why is the office closed up?" Katherine asked, sharply.
"Gee, I don't know. I guess that maybe they didn't need the office."
Katherine got the keys out of her pocket. Despite her youth, her father trusted her with keys to everything, including all of the business locks.
She knocked lightly on the door of the office and said, "Is anyone in there?"
Then she slipped her key into the lock and opened the door wide. Tom was in his jockey shorts, just pulling his dungarees back up. Babs was in her panties and blouse and was just stepping into her skirt.
Katherine slammed the door shut and said, "So, Tom! I thought you liked working here."
"Wh-what do you mean, Miss Katherine?" the man asked, nervously.
The tall dominatrix folded her arms and said, "What do you think my father would do if he knew that you were fucking his sweet and darling little daughter?"
"It isn't like that!" Babs cried out.
"You shut up!" Katherine said, sharply. Then she turned back to Tom and said, "Have I given you enough time to think about it?"
He nodded his head and looked at Babs. The girl was fully dressed and Katherine turned to her and said, "Get out of here so that I can talk to Tom alone."
"But..."
"I told you to get out of here!" Katherine barked viciously.
Babs rushed from the little wooden structure. All of the men who were working right around there watched as the girl rushed out of the office. They knew what had been going on and they all cooperated in the lie to Katherine because they didn't want to squeal on their buddy, Tom.
When Katherine was alone in the office with Tom, she walked around him as if she were assessing the man and then she said, "I've always thought that you were a good looking guy, Tom. Perhaps now I will take advantage of that."
He broke into a smile as he said, "Are you just jealous of your sister? There's enough for you too if you'd like some!"
"Shut up!" she snarled at the man, turning her nose up in the air. "You just remember that any time that I want to I can tell my daddy about you and Babs. He will ask Babs and she'll start crying, because she can't tell lies. And then my daddy will fire you, after which he will skin you alive for touching his little darling."
"What about you, Katherine? Aren't you also his little darling?"
"No! I am not!" Katherine said in a matter-of-fact tone. "He gave up on me years ago. He knows that I will do any damn thing that I want to do and that there is nothing that he can do about that. Unfortunately for you, Babs does not have that same freedom. She is still his little darling, so you'd better watch out!"
When Will phoned his home from the county seat, he found that neither of his daughters was at home. He slammed down the phone in disgust.
Looking in the mirror, he knew that he was a good looking man. He was still trim despite the fact that he was in his early forties. He had accomplished more in his years in America than most people do over a period of seventy years.
He already had a good fortune. He was not a leading power-broker in the nation, but in his small corner of the small county in New Hampshire where he made his home, Will Padua was a man to be reckoned with.
Looking at his watch, he saw that it was still the middle of the afternoon and he had already finished all of the really important business that he had to do. It had been a very successful trip for him because he had managed to convince the county to close down all of its own asphalt plants. That meant that no matter what happened to asphalt prices in the future, the county would have no choice but to accept the bids of the private dealers.
He smiled at the way that he had managed to maneuver the opinions in the small New Hampshire community. "If government produces asphalt, then what else would government want to produce? Perhaps government will take on your business next and we will see government bakeries and government dress shops. And you know what that is! That is communism like they have in Russia and like the people in the big cities want us to have!"
Once the man had explained his point in that way, anyone who spoke against him was easily labelled a communist and the rest of the slide was easy. Everything slid his way. The votes on this bill to close the county asphalt plant slid his way and soon even more money would be sliding his way.
He looked at the messages that the hotel had taken for him. Calling the one number that he had not dealt with, he waited for an answer and said, "This is Will Padua and I am returning the phone call that you made earlier this afternoon."
"I'm Jessica Lane and I represent the Handi-Heating company. I wonder if I can meet with you before you leave town this afternoon. We have a wonderful new heater which can save you lots of money on your asphalt trucks."
Although the man equivocated and told the girl that he really didn't have the time, her sweet voice and charming ways finally convinced him to let her come to his hotel room. But he warned her that he was busy and that she would have to watch him pack.
But when he opened the door of his hotel room ten minutes later, he paused and looked at the stunning redheaded girl who was standing there in a short and clinging dress.
"I never had anyone like you trying to sell me truck parts!" he said as he looked over the presentation that she was making.
She stood up and ran her hand across her body as she said, "The company felt that I would be a very powerful salesperson for their products."
Will nodded and chuckled a little as he said, "What else do you do, Miss Lane?"
"I am very good at dealing with tired businessmen, Mr. Padua," she winked.
"And what if I tell you that I will place an order for the three of the heaters?"
"For three of the heaters, I will thank you and go on to my next appointment."
He nodded, understanding what she meant. Then he said, "And what if I were to place an order for ten of the heaters?"
"For ten heaters I would be extremely grateful and I would really want to show my thanks," the girl said, sitting next to the man on the bed.
"You can make out the order for the ten heaters and I'll sign it," he said, leaning back on the bed and running his hand over the lump that was growing in his crotch.
When the girl had finished writing everything up, the man said, "What do you do for the tired businessman?"
"You look like you could use a massage!" she said.
"I could."
"Well, just take your clothes off and I'll be able to..."
"You take your clothes off, Miss Lane!" the man boomed out in a commanding voice.
Her sweet expression faded and she looked at the man as she said, "Okay."
As the dress slid from her body and she pulled her bikini panties down, she stood naked in front of the man and said, "Now would you like a massage?"
"Cut the shit, girl! You can tell your boss that I appreciate his sending a hooker up to get my order and that I would have given him an order anyway."
"I'll tell him," Jessica said flatly.
"And now you can open my pants and pull them down," he said as if he were granting the girl a wonderful favor by saying that.
When she pulled down his pants and his shorts, she ran her hands over his thick cock. He put his hands behind his head and said, "Get on my dick, girl."
"Get... What? I don't understand."
"Why should I do the work to fuck your pussy, when you're the one who's getting paid for doing this?" the man asked in a low and mean voice. "Get on and ride it."
The girl squatted over the man's body and then pressed her pussy down against the man's hard cock head. His meat was thick and long and as she pressed her cunt lips back and forth, she worked it into her pussy.
Then, with the cock head between her clinging cunt lips, she pushed her body down and felt it shoving into her cunt.
When the hard dick pressed info her pussy, it was pushing the moist flesh of her twat wide apart. Then the dick rammed all the way into her body and she rammed down so that her ass cheeks slapped against the man's balls.
She began to slide her body up again and she could feel the heat of the cock and the pressure as the flared cock head was rubbing back and forth against the moist and hot pussy flesh.
The man could feel the pussy flesh that was clinging to his hard dick and was pulling and pushing at the firm and thick cock meat.
The girl's bouncing was all that he needed to get his rocks off. As she slammed her body down against his balls, he grabbed her firmly by the hips so that she could not move up the length of his cock again.
With his dick lodged all the way inside of her cunt, he began to shoot his load of cream up the girl's twat. He looked up at her and could see that there was sweat standing out on her forehead.
"Now you may pull off my cock." She did as she was told and then the man said, "Go to the bathroom and get a towel so that you can wipe off my dick."
As she wiped on his dick with the towel, she said, "Will there be anything else?"
His hands were behind his head as he lifted his hips from the bed and said, "You can pull my pants back up again and then you can tell them back at the company that you really worked for your money with me!"
"Yes, sir," she said quietly as she pulled her tight dress back on.
"I'd do anything to keep you from leaving, Pete," the girl said with a note of desperation in her voice as she stood by the doorway.
"I know that. Maybe that's why I find you so boring," he said.
"Why do you have to go? I still don't understand!"
"How many times do I have to explain it to you? I want to make something of myself and I want to earn more money than they've got in the entire state of New Hampshire!"
"So, you're going to New York. You think that that will solve everything."
"I'm good at a hell of a lot of things!" he snapped at the girl.
"I know you are!" she said, coming over to him and running her hands over his chest.
"You're boring, Claudia," he said, pushing her away from his body.
"How can you be so cruel to me?" she asked.
"What do you want me to do for you? What the hell do you want?" he asked as he lifted up his one suitcase and moved toward the door.
She looked at him through her wide eyes and said, "Fuck me, Pete. Fuck me one more time."
He brushed some of the soft light brown hair from his forehead and said, "Would that make you happy, Claudia? Why do I have the feeling that that would only make you more unhappy, if anything?"
"Just one more fuck!" she pleaded.
He slammed the door shut and peeled off his jacket as he said, "Strip down."
"Not like that, Pete. Make it nice and tender and..."
"I told you to strip, you silly little bitch!" he snapped roughly. "Now, do it!"
The girl quickly peeled her tee shirt off and then stripped her slacks down her legs as she looked at the boy and heard him saying, "If you want it that much, then you're gonna take it just the way that I dish it out to you. Is that understood?"
"I understand, Pete. And I do want it that much! I really do!"
He chuckled a little to himself as he stripped down to his underwear and then pressed up against her body. His cock was growing in his shorts and was pressing against the softness of her flesh and the silkiness of her panties.
As he pushed her down to the floor, he landed on top of her and said, "Now maybe I'll teach you a lesson, you clinging little bitch!"
"D-don't talk to me that way!" she cried out.
He tossed her over and said, "Lean over the bed!"
She looked over her shoulder and said, "What are you going to do to me, Pete?"
Pausing for a moment, the boy said, "I am not gonna tie you up. Whatever I do to you, you will be able to get up and stop it at any point. The only promise that I make is that I will fuck your pussy and I will shoot in your pussy. But if you stop me from doing anything up until that time, then I will just get up and leave."
The girl just stared at him and then he said, "Now I want you leaning over the edge of the bed and I want your ass sticking up in the air."
Claudia did as she was told. Her well-formed young breasts were pressing down against the bed and her ass was raised up into the air. The boy ripped her panties off.
Then he whacked at her naked ass with his hand and the girl cried out in pain.
Leaning over and pulling his belt out of his pants, the boy doubled the thick leather belt together and then said, "If anyone saw the two of us now, they would think that I was the bad guy. But you know that you are the one who has driven me nuts with your whining ways and with the obnoxious way that you've kept me here even though I've wanted to leave."
"Pete, p-please don't hurt me," she whined into the blankets.
"What was that? You don't want me to hurt you?" he said in a mocking voice. Then he raised the belt up into the air and slapped it down firmly across the girl's naked ass. She cried out and tensed her ass cheeks tightly together in reaction.
"You can leave anytime that you want to leave!" he shouted out as he raised the belt up over his shoulder once more. "Why don't you just leave, Claudia?"
There was a whistling sound as the belt cut through the air and then there was a cracking sound as it slapped down hard against the girl's ass cheeks.
This time she bit down on her lower lip in order to keep from crying out in pain. But as the boy kept on whipping her ass with the belt, she could not deny the excitement that was welling up inside of her body.
She was rubbing her thighs together as he kept on spanking her ass with the belt. He reached his fingers between her tightly clenched legs and said, "What's this?"
The girl stopped moving and she froze with fear as she felt the boy rubbing his fingers lightly against her pussy lips.
But then he pressed his fingers hotly against the cunt lips and he snapped, "What the fuck is this, you hot little bitch?"
"I-I'm getting h-hot," she replied, hesitantly.
"I'm beating the hell out of you and you're juicing up on your cunt lips!" he shouted.
Then he grabbed her ass and he pulled her hips up in the air as he said, "You really deserve a good one for that, you little cunt!"
As he pressed his cock head against the girl's ass hole, she tensed up and squealed as she called out, "Th-that's my ass! That's not my pussy!"
"Don't you think that I know the difference between an ass and a pussy?" he snarled.
The girl pulled away and said, "No! I can't let you do that!"
He made no attempt to grab her. He merely looked at her and said, "You are talking to me as if you had a say in what I did to you. Since you don't know your proper place, I guess that I'll just have to leave."
"No!" the girl cried out, grabbing the boy by the legs.
He kicked her in the face and then walked away as he said, "If you want me then you will have to learn to keep your mouth shut and do exactly what I tell you to do!"
As soon as he started to step into his shorts again, the girl said, "I'll do it."
"What? What will you do? I want to hear you say it."
"I will do anything that you tell me to do!" she cried out, her voice cracking.
"And you will call me sir!" he snapped at her as he dropped his shorts once more.
"I will do anything, sir, anything that you tell me to do!"
"Get down on the floor like the dog that you are!" he snapped at the girl.
When she was down in a dog position on her hands and knees, the boy pressed his cock head against the tightly clinging bottom hole that seemed to be winking up at him.
Despite the grunts and the sobs from the girl, he managed to get his cock all the way into her ass hole. Then as he worked his dick back and forth against the delicate flesh of her ass, he could feel the churning in his balls that told him that he was getting close to his orgasm.
He rammed his hard cock into the unwilling orifice and then he felt the juice rushing up to the head of his dick and then shooting out of his piss slit and splashing against the delicate flesh that was deep inside the girl's body.
As he was shooting his load into the girl's ass hole, he pressed his fingers against her pussy lips and he could feel the quivering that was going on in the tender flesh.
Then he rammed his fingers roughly between the cunt lips and he felt the reaction that he had been hoping for. The girl's cunt lips collapsed down in a wild orgasm.
With her pussy flesh spasming madly around the boy's fingers, she could feel her ass hole going through the same spasms and she felt like the pressure of her writhing bottom hole was going to slice through the cock that had invaded her nether regions.
Then the boy felt that the ass hole was sucking even more of the juice out of his dick. He slowly began to work his cock out of the girl's ass hole and then, with a hollow, popping sound, he pulled free of the clinging confines of the girl's bottom hole.
Pushing her to the ground, he grabbed up her ripped panties and used them to wipe off his hard dick. Then he stood up and pulled on his clothes.
"You're not gonna leave me now, Pete?" she cried to the boy.
Pausing, he looked at her and said, "I would accuse you of asking for more abuse, but in this case I know for a fact that that is exactly what you are doing!"
The girl climbed into the bed and said, "I guess that I really do enjoy abuse."
"And so you put yourself into positions where you will be sure to get abused."
Claudia looked away from Pete and then the boy said, "It's time for me to move on."
As Will was driving onto the expressway, he saw that there was a young man standing by the side of the road with a bag, thumbing a ride.
When Will stopped for him, the boy got in and said, "You going south?"
"I'm only going as far as Stratford," Will explained.
"That'll be a start. I want to head to New York City!" the boy said.
"New York? What are you gonna do there?" Will asked the boy.
Pete sat back in the luxury car and said, "You look like a man of the world, so I can tell you that I want to marry a rich woman."
"That's your goal in life, boy?" Will asked without any malice.
When Pete nodded, he added, "I can handle women. There's this power that I seem to have. I don't know why or how. But I haven't met a women yet that I couldn't dominate and control. Do you know what I'm talking about?"
Will began to ask some questions about Pete's past and discovered that Pete had finished studying at the local college just two years before, but had not found any promising opportunities in the small New Hampshire county seat.
Then when Will made reference to the fact that he knew someone who had graduated the college in the same year that Pete did, he asked the boy if he knew a guy named Tom from Stratford. Pete laughed and told about the fact that Tom had been a good friend.
"Tom works for my company," Will said. "I like the boy a lot."
"Gee, it would be nice to stop off in the town and visit."
"Yes. There's also someone else in the town I would like you to meet," Will added.
"Who's that?"
"You know the stuff you were saying to me about being able to dominate any woman?"
The boy nodded and the older man went oh to say, "That was also true about me. I have always had that way with women. There is only one female in my life I cannot get under control and that is my daughter."
"Oh, man, is that a joke!" Pete said. "Here you're a rich guy and you can take charge with all the pussy, but you've got a daughter that you can't handle."
In a quiet voice, Will said, "Don't laugh, boy. If you can tame that bitchy daughter of mine, you've got the rich wife that you've been looking for!"