Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Too Good To Be True Chapter 2 This story contains sexual situations that should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if they did. This story is copyright Amanda 2003 (C) please do not reproduce this work without my prior approval as it is close to my heart. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- The next morning at breakfast Jane tried to time her request perfectly. She knew money was always tight and where the other kids at school swapped Nike for Adidas, Gap for French Connection, brown for black, white for yellow as soon as the latest style mag dictated it, she had to make her clothes last. It didn't help that Sharon bought them for her, obviously thinking she was still 12 not 16 in 3 weeks time. Jane had been a 'late developer' and though she was now a nice 32B the other kids still made jokes about ironing boards when she was near. She had only really had one friend in her whole time at school, but when push came to shove, she had chosen to be with the 'in crowd', a peripheral member to be sure but a member non the less. At first she had still come round to Jane's and avoided teasing her as the others did. But soon they noticed and the ultimatum was issued and accepted so Jane's only friend now was her mom. "Mom?" Jane asked as Sharon finished her second cup of coffee. "Yes, Honey?" "You know it's my birthday soon?" Her mom laughed and squeezed Jane's shoulders as she said. "Of course I do, Honey. I was there when it happened, you might not remember but I'll never forget!" Jane allowed a small laugh at her mom's much used joke before continuing. "Well there's a dance at school the following week and I wondered." "What sort of dance?" Sharon cut in. "A disco is all, nothing special, I'm not going with anyone or anything." Then in a voice that showed the depth of her sadness touching Sharon to the core added. "Who'd ask 'plain Jane the ironing board." "You are not plain, Honey." Sharon objected; but in her heart she knew her daughter would never be thought of as 'drop dead gorgeous.' Sharon looked at her daughters sad face and the old blue gingham dress she was wearing and wondered, not for the first time if she had been too strict with her, she just didn't want Jane making the same mistake she had, wearing sexy clothes and getting pregnant at 17, never having the chance to go to college. "You just need to make a little more of what you have honey." Sharon said as she got her makeup bag from the side, here lets try a little mascara and lip-gloss. Sharon hated seeing Jane's contemporaries turning up for school in tight vest tops and skirts so short Sharon had, in her youth, had thicker belts. She especially hated the way they made up their faces like sluts. So even having relented and let Jane wear a little makeup she would not go beyond a little powder in addition to the other 2 items. Even Sharon had to admit it would take more than this to get Jane noticed but she didn't really want her to be yet. "Thanks mom!" Jane said as she looked at her face in the compact mirror. "About the dance?" Jane tried again. "I couldn't have a new dress for my birthday could I? Something just a little bit special?" Sharon thought about the red ink on the bottom of the latest bank statement and the 'ignore these' pile of bills on the mantelpiece but couldn't turn Jane down when she looked so hopeful and so used the tried and tested "We'll see, Honey." "Oh thank you, Mom" Jane said throwing her arms around Sharon's neck and kissing her on the cheek, bringing watery tears to Sharon's eyes as she thought. 'I'll get the money somehow.' Sharon didn't really believe in serendipity or fate but when he showed up at her table the next night complementing her with a grin on her appearance she was like butter. Then, lying in his bed in a post coital haze she let him talk her into a little scheme he had going. She tried to explain to him about the cameras and the pit bosses but he wouldn't listen and eventually, with his tongue flicking the lobe of her ear she had agreed, 'Only a couple of grand though' she had insisted and as his tongue probed her navel he seemed to have agreed. The following night he returned once more and signalled for Sharon to start the 'whammy deal' as he termed it and he won 2 out of every 3 hands betting small amounts, taking his time, even staying at the table after Sharon was relieved and loosing a couple of hundred before declaring that he would wait for his 'lucky croupier' to return. He didn't, he cashed up and sat outside in his car and waited for Sharon to finish her shift, embracing her tightly then letting his thumb run along the edge of the 100 $10 notes. Oh how they enjoyed that meal at Juno's, the very best champagne and when he gave her $500 saying the meal was on him Sharon thought all her dreams had come true. He suggested going back to his hotel but Sharon got up the courage to suggest he come back with her, she didn't like leaving Jane alone too long, 'she isn't even 16 yet'. He'd agreed and they walked into the front room together surprising Jane who was now wearing her pink Dumbo night shirt, which she rapidly pulled down over her knees as her mom introduced her daughter to her lover. Jane blushed furiously as he turned his smile on her and winked conspiratorially at Sharon as Jane bit her lip and looked down at the floor in embarrassment. The sex that night was fantastic, not as violent as their first time and more of a shared experience than the second, Sharon's only concern was that Jane would be able to hear and so she was less vocal than before. Jane certainly could hear and found herself getting the feelings she sometimes got when she thought about boys as she showered, but something about playing with herself listening to her mom being fucked stopped Jane doing what she sometimes did, it just didn't seem right. The next night he won 2 thousand and the next 4. That night in bed Sharon told him she was sure the casino was on to her and he agreed to give it a rest for a while, even staying away from the casino. Sharon almost objected to him staying at home with Jane whilst she went out to work, but his prick, buried deep in her vagina convinced her more than his words that he liked his women to have a little experience and that he knew how to handle schoolgirl crushes. Sharon was sure he'd had a lot of practice at that as well.