Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 ï>¿Megan & Kasey - Job Training by dlsloan

   CHAPTER 3: PRETTY WOMEN

   Megan stood next to Mr.  Rothman in the security line at the airport. 
She bit her lip nervously as she watched people empty their pockets, remove
their belts and their shoes and go through the detectors.  Mr.  Rothman was
already taking his shoes off and emptying his pockets.  Megan, though,
stood still, biting her lip nervously.  She knew she would have to take off
her shoes.  There was no way around it.  She also knew that her pussy and
ass would be on display when she did.  And not just for a second or two. 
No, the heels that Rothman had instructed her to wear, had lace-like straps
that wrapped around her ankles.  They would have to be untied and
unwrapped. It would take time.  She should already be doing it, but she was
scared.

   Excited and nervous lying in bed the night before, she had thought
mainly about Rothman and Tanaka and a hotel room and what exactly might
happen.  In the morning, though, the real fear and anxiety hit and it had
been escalating all morning.  Around 1 a.m., Rothman had emailed her clip
from the movie Pretty Woman.  It was an older movie that Megan had never
seen, but she had heard of it and watched the brief clip which showed the
main character on a street corner trying to pick up passing motorists with
her long legs, trim body, and outlandishly sexy clothes.  Rothman said
nothing in the text other than telling her watch it, which she did a couple
of times, admiring the beautiful woman, her revealing but flattering dress,
and the hot car the man who picked her up was driving.

   In the morning, she was able to sleep in as their flight wasn't until
noon.  Her dad was gone when she got up, off to pick up Kasey and head to
work, no doubt.  Her mom was certainly already at work, too.  She was still
in only a t-shirt, eating toast when the doorbell rang.  She went to the
door, checking to make sure her long t-shirt covered what it needed to, and
opened it to find a delivery man with a package.  She signed for it, aware
that he was checking out her bare legs and bare feet.  She didn't mind. 
She thanked him and closed the door.  She heard her phone ding and returned
to the kitchen to check it, carrying the package.  It was a message from
Rothman: "Good morning, angel.  Did you receive the package?"

   She responded that it had just arrived.  He told her to open it and to
be wearing it when he arrived to pick her up.  "Use the video clip for
reference," he added.  "Hope it almost fits."

   The video clip.  The outfit.  She knew what was in the box.  She opened
it sure enough, there was a very realistic replica of Julia Roberts' dress
from the movie.  The top half was white, cut like a crop top with straps
over the shoulders.  A large gold ring connected the bottom of the white
crop top to the bottom half of the dress, which was essentially a royal
blue mini skirt.  Her back was bare from her should blades to the top of
the skirt portion of the dress.  Her sides were exposed and only her navel
was highlighted by the gold ring connected the top and bottom portions of
the dress.  The only differences were that, instead of the thigh high boots
the character wore in the movie, the package contained the 6-inch black,
lace-strapped heels she was wearing now.  And it did not contain a blonde
wig like the character wore in the movie.  She didn't know what the movie
character wore underneath, but naturally there was no bra for Megan and
only a microscopic light blue g-string.

   Megan held the dress up.  She knew it would be small, but this looked
really small.  She looked for a size, but not was marked.  She looked at
the packing slip.  No size was mentioned, only the words "custom-designed
dress" were on the item list.  Custom-designed.  Rothman had this dress
tailor-made.  She knew he had her basic dimensions and plenty of pictures
that current apps could use to custom-tailor clothing.  That must have been
what he had done.  Now his words, "Hope it almost fits," echoed in her ears
and a shiver ran down her spine.

   She had already showered before she came downstairs, so she pulled off
her t-shirt and put on the dress.  She pulled the skirt up first.  It was
so tight she had to squeeze her thighs together and inch it up over her
hips.  Almost as short as it was tight, it extended from the top of her
butt crack to just above the bottom curve of her ass cheeks.  If she stood
perfectly straight, there was less than an inch from her pussy mound to the
bottom of the skirt.  Literally every inch of her marvelous legs was on
display.

   Next she pulled on the crop top.  It hugged tight to her body with one
thin band that wrapped around her breasts.  Her nipples were faintly
visible through the cloth.  She connected the top to the skirt with the
ring and tried to walk.  Even barefoot it was difficult.  There was no
freedom to move.  She had to take baby steps to keep the skirt from riding
up.  It fit so tight that as soon as it got halfway up her ass cheeks, it
slid the rest of the way up and snapped tightly around her waist.  She had
to move carefully.

   She pulled the g-string on discovering that it, too, was even smaller
than usual.  Because it was so small, the only way to get it up on high
enough on her waist was to have pull the string tightly between her puffy
pussy lips and ass cheeks.  All it managed to cover was the bottom third of
her bald mound.

   Finally, she put on the heels.  It took her several minutes to figure
out how to wrap the laces around her ankles and tie them.  She tried
walking in them and felt like a body part was going to pop out with every
movement.  She had never felt so exposed and limited while technically
fully dressed in her life.  How could she possibly go out in public like
this, let alone fly on a plane and attend a high-level meeting?  What had
she gotten herself into?

   Rothman had been delighted to see her when he picked her up.  He held
the car door open for her so he could watch her dress struggle to cover her
as she got in.  The little vixen was sex in heels and he loved the idea of
showing her off all day before fucking her relentlessly all night.  He knew
she was uncomfortable and scared.  He wouldn't hurt her, but seeing her so
vulnerable was an added turn on to him.  He was both her tormentor and her
protector.  She was embarrassed at what he was compelling her to do, yet
she would stay close to him, seeking his protection, shelter, and
reassurance.  By submitting to him, she needed him.  That was exciting to
him.  Her need for him would drive her desire to please him and not only
make her willing to comply, but eager to perform at high levels.  Mentally,
emotionally and physically -- she was his toy in every sense.

   The feeling of power and control was intoxicating.  He had ideas for
this trip that would overstep his agreement with the other members of the
"school board", but they weren't here, were they?  He could literally do
anything he wanted with Megan and they couldn't do a thing about it.  He
wondered if Megan was thinking the same thing.

   Indeed, Megan had realized the same thing.  As they rode to the airport,
she realized that the past week had only been pretending to give up
control. While some moments had been extremely intense, uncomfortable, and
scary, there was no real fear of significant harm coming to her. 
Protectors were always close by.  But now, she was alone with one of them,
away from all the others.  And while nice, he was also a bit dark and
clearly loved being in power.  With no one around to keep him in check,
what would he really do with her?  She didn't think he was evil or bore ill
will toward her, but could she be sure now?  She really couldn't.

   She pushed the thoughts aside as Rothman explained her outfit and the
plan for the trip.  He told her that if anyone asked, he was her dad and
they were in a hurry to get her to an audition for play.  The play was a
stage version of "Pretty Woman" and Megan was up for the lead role.  The
timing of their flight was such that they would barely make it from the
airport to the audition in time, thus explaining her unusual attire.  Most
people would recognize the outfit from the movie, lending credence to the
story and somewhat excusing her otherwise inappropriate attire.  Megan
nodded her understanding of the simple but, she thought, smart cover story.

   "May I ask what our schedule is, sir?" Megan asked.

   Rothman ran his hand up the inside of her thigh as they drove, squeezing
it lightly.  "We will meet Tanaka tonight for dinner.  Officially, it's not
a business meeting, but understand that every meeting is a business
meeting. We might talk a lot about the negotiations or not say a word about
it, but make no mistake, it's all business.  Tomorrow will be the official
meeting and, hopefully, we will arrive at an agreement.  If that's the
case, tomorrow night we can relax and celebrate.  If it's not the case, we
will regroup and keep trying.  Either way, we fly back on Friday."

   "Thank you, sir," Megan said.  "I appreciate you bringing me on this
trip.  I'm very excited to learn about negotiating."

   "There are no specific plans, but I'm sure you understand that you might
play a role in influencing Tanaka's decisions," Rothman said.  "You might
serve as a distraction, a bribe, or even a reward."

   "I understand, sir," she said.  She frowned, bit her lip, then said,
"Um, sir, wouldn't me being a reward break the agreement you have with the
other school board members?"

   "Technically, yes," Rothman smiled, but his tone was very serious.  "But
this is business, which takes priority over the board.  You'll do what I
need you to do and let me worry about the rest.  Understand?"

   "Of course, sir," Megan said.  "I'm on this trip for whatever you need
me to do, sir.  I'm flattered that you think I might be able to help
complete a deal."

   The fabricated story had helped calm Megan slightly regarding her
attire. But then she saw the looks -- ogling, judgmental, laughing or
disgusted -- as they walked into the airport.  And now, here she was in
line, trying to figure out how to take off her shoes without flashing the
whole airport.  She stayed close to Rothman, trying to use him as shelter.
She looked up at him and said, "Will you please stand behind me while I
take off my shoes?" Then, in case anyone was listening, she added. 
"Daddy?"

   He smiled and moved behind her while she bent over, unlacing and
removing her shoes as quickly as she could.  He had seen the view plenty of
times and would enjoy it thoroughly tonight, so he played the role of
protective father, keeping his eyes up and straight ahead.  He did lean and
shuffle slightly to the side, however, knowing that those in line behind
them were certainly seeing an ample amount of Megan's ass and likely part
of her pussy.  He loved showing her off.

   She finally stepped out of her shoes just as they reached the security
gate.  The agent looked her up and down and asked about her attired.  She
explained it just as Rothman had instructed and the guard said, "I see. 
Well, that's a great movie.  Good luck, young lady."

   Megan breathed a sigh of relief as she grabbed her shoes and turned to
sit down to put them on.  To her dismay, the seats were full with other
passengers putting their shoes back on too.  She was prepared to wait, but
Rothman spotted an opportunity.

   "Come here," he said, leading her to a large planter that was part of a
display in the concourse.  The planter contained a big, leafy tree with
some blooming flowers around it.  It was lovely.  He put his foot up on the
edge of the planter and put on his shoes, nodding for her to do the same.
The planter was about waist height.  Megan didn't have to bend over, at
least, but lifting her leg up so high was problematic nonetheless.  Not
only was her leg now accentuated as it was lifted up and bent as she
reached to put on her left shoe, but the separation of her legs caused the
skirt to ride up.  She tried to hold it in place, but the laces required
her to use both hands.  Her choice was to hold the skirt and hope Rothman
would tie her shoe for her -- not likely -- or simply to let her ass hang
out while she put her shoes on as quickly as possible.  She put her head
down and chose the latter, not looking back to see who was looking or how
they were responding.  She blocked it out as best she could, trying to work
fast while acting casual.  Her mental toughness was being tested early and
often.  She felt like that might be the theme of the trip.

   Once they got to the gate, nearly all the seats were full.  The options
were to sit separately, putting Megan between total strangers, or for Megan
to sit on Rothman's lap.  When he presented her with these options, Megan
hesitated, then said, "I want to stay with you, sir, if you don't mind."

   He smiled and took a seat, holding his arms and spreading his knees
apart so she could step between them and sit on his lap.  It was awkward,
but Megan felt better being closer to him when she was so exposed.

   She tried to downplay her embarrassment by loudly referring to him as
"Daddy" while they talked, clearly meaning to imply that he was her dad and
there was nothing odd about her sitting on his lap when there were no
seats. But she knew Rothman was enjoying it.  His hard cock against her hip
was a clear indicator.  As they sat there, he texted her, not wanting
anyone to hear what he wanted to say.

   "Keep calling me daddy and I'll have to fuck you right here lol," his
text read.  "I'm gonna have you screaming 'Yes, Daddy' and 'Harder, Daddy'
all night, you little slut."

   She read it and gave him a big smile, then texted back, "Yes, Daddy, I'm
you're little slut all night tonight.  I can feel you're ready now.  I'm
sorry I can't take care of you right now."

   On the plane, Megan was happy to see there were only two seats on their
side of the aisle.  Rothman told her to sit in the aisle seat so everyone
could see her better.  She thanked him for the flattery while silently
wishing she could have had the window seat where she would have felt
somewhat normal for the duration of the flight.  But she realized her
feelings weren't Rothman's primary concern.

   She knew he could have afforded for them to fly first class, but that
would have limited her exposure.  She knew he wanted her and Kasey to get
used to being exposed and shown off and that she, in particular, had shown
that this was one of the hardest parts about the training.  So, like any
good coach, he was throwing her into the fire, making her work at the
things she struggled with.  If she hated being exposed, then expose her
even more.  She understood it, but she didn't like it.

   When the flight attendants served the drinks, they both put their tray
tables down.  Rothman then took her hand and pulled it under his tray table
and between his legs.  He didn't have to say anything.  They both sipped
their drinks casually while she stroked his cock through his pants.  With
all this teasing and edging, she knew Rothman would be ready to bust soon.
She hoped his cock was rock hard and his load was enough to fill her belly.
She still didn't love the taste of cum, but it was a turn on to drain a
huge load and feel it slide into her tummy.

   Rothman added to the fun by reaching under her arm and discreetly
rubbing his finger across her rigid nipple.  His hand was essentially
blocked from view by her arm and only someone looking closely would notice
his finger.  And Rothman knew anyone looking closely was looking at miles
of exposed leg and torso, not her arms or his finger.  The captain came on
the intercom and warned that their might be a little bit of turbulence
ahead.  Rothman pinched her nipple between his fingers, clamping down on
it. When they hit the turbulence, Megan jostled around like the rest of
them, but Rothman held firm to her nipple, knowing she would feel the extra
pinch as the turbulence pulled her in different directions.  He loved her
firm breasts just the way they were, but in that moment he wished she had
some big bouncy double DDs that would bust right out of that dress.

   For Megan, her captured nipple was the least of her worries.  She bit
her lip and looked about worriedly.  She had not traveled a lot and the
turbulence scared her.  She felt silly that the other passengers seemed to
take it in stride while she acted like a scared little girl, but that's how
she felt in the moment.  She wanted her dad -- not her "daddy" -- here
right now to hold her and protect her.  Instead, she had willingly put
herself in the hands and at the mercy of a man who would protect her only
so far as it served his needs.  Mick and Harry really cared about her, she
believed.  She was realizing that Rothman really didn't.  He wasn't evil or
cruel.  But his interest in her was purely about sex and power.  She hadn't
realized that fully until now, and now she felt stupid for falling into the
trap.

   That was the thing, though.  She blamed herself.  Not him.  He wasn't
bad or evil.  It was her fault, not his.  She had made a commitment to
serve him, to learn from him, and to take care of his needs and follow his
commands.  She still had so much to learn.  This trip promised to be very
educational.  She turned the focus from her fear and distrust and reminded
herself that she had chosen this.  She wanted it.  It was like she had
gotten on the roller coaster and was at the top of the first hill.  No
matter how much she wanted to get off the ride, it was too late.  She was
all in.  So the choice was worry and cry or throw her hands up and have
fun. Overcoming your fears could be freeing and exhilarating.  She had
embraced that concept when she first seduced Mick and Harry.  It was time
to embrace it again today.

   She grabbed his cock through his trousers, not too firmly, but firm
enough to let the shaking jet give him a mini handjob.  He was very hard
and she knew he would shove his cock down her throat right now if he could.

   "Don't worry, baby," Rothman whispered in her ear, sensing her anxiety,
"you're going to have a much rougher ride tonight."

   "I can't wait, sir," Megan smiled back at him, giving his cock an extra
squeeze for emphasis.

   The turbulence hit a few times over the next couple of minutes, then it
was smooth again.  Not long after, the flight attendants gathered the trash
and the captain announced that they would be preparing for landing.

   One of the attendants smiled at Megan as she took her empty cup and
napkin.  "You are so lovely," she said.  "I have to ask you, why are you
wearing that dress?  You're too young to know the movie."

   "Thank you," Megan said, smiling up at her.  "Actually, I'm auditioning
for a part in a play based on the movie.  That's why I'm dressed like this.
We have to go straight from the airport to the audition.  I hadn't seen the
movie until I found out about the audition, but my dad showed it to me so I
could study the character."

   "Not exactly how you want your daughter to dress in public," Rothman
said, trying to sound like a doting father.  "But this is her dream, so
what are you gonna do?"

   "You have a wonderful father," the flight attendant nodded to Megan. 
"You're a lucky girl."

   "Yes, ma'am," Megan said.  Then, for Rothman's benefit, she added.  "I
love my daddy."

   Had she still had her hand in his lap, she would have felt the twitch of
his semi-erect cock.  Megan mixture of sweetness, intelligence and
submissiveness was intoxicating.  Her vulnerability made him want to
dominate her and protect her all at the same time.  When she said exactly
the right thing, he was never sure if it was because she was so smart and
intuitive or if she was still so innocent that she didn't know what she was
doing.  Either way, he liked it.

   He also liked seeing other men look at her, then at him, wondering if he
was a real daddy or a sugar daddy.  He would nod or wink or smile in
return, letting them know either way that he wasn't going to deny them the
visual pleasures Megan provided.  He was cool like that, he thought.

   Megan, on the other hand, didn't think it was cool at all when they
landed.  He prodded her to step into the aisle to get off the plane. 
Meanwhile, he said he would get their bags from the overhead bin.  She
wanted him to stay right behind her, but instead, he purposefully fumbled
with the bags and let several people go in front of him until Megan was far
ahead, walking in the pack, exposed on all sides.  A young man walked
behind her.  She wondered what he was thinking.  What he was looking at. 
As they exited into the terminal of the crowded airport, eyes and heads
turned toward her immediately.  She felt naked.  Of course, she almost was.
She didn't know whether to stand and wait or keep walking.  She decided it
best to keep moving, walking slowly, looking back over her shoulder,
waiting for Rothman to catch up.  He was walking slowly and fumbling with
his phone.  It was obvious he was doing it on purpose.

   "He's testing me," she realized.  "He knows I'm uncomfortable like this.
He's throwing me into the fire again." She thought about her dad teaching
her to swim, simply tossing her into the pool one day after Megan had
demonstrated that she wouldn't immediately sink.  She thrashed and
splashed, then a calm came over her and she swam.  Awkward and slow, but
she swam.  But she also knew her dad would have saved her.  Here, standing
still and trying not to draw attention to herself, she was awaiting that
calm.  It never came.  Probably because she wasn't so sure that Rothman
really wanted her to conquer her fear nor that he would save her if she had
meltdown.  He seemed to enjoy her discomfort and anxiety.  She didn't
understand why he would feel that way, but he didn't look at her with pride
or sympathy or encouragement.  He looked at her with amusement and
superiority.  And lust.

   That was it, Megan realized.  Rothman loved reminding her that he was in
control, that she would do even the most uncomfortable, scary things for no
other reason than he wanted her to.  Though Mick and Harry had mentioned
it, Megan didn't yet understand her power.  She didn't yet possess the
ability to control this situation.  She wanted to learn, but Rothman wasn't
about to teach her.  She wasn't dumb, but he wanted to keep her naïve and
vulnerable.

   "Coming slow-poke?" she smiled hesitantly as he finally caught up to
her.

   "Sorry, got caught up in traffic," he grinned.  Then he hugged her
shoulder in a fatherly way and whispered in her ear, "The slow poke is
coming soon.  Long and slow.  You're mine all night."

   "I know you need it, sir," Megan said.  "I'm so sorry I couldn't do
anything for you on the plane."

   "You'll make it up to me," he said as they walked through the airport
toward the baggage claim.

   At baggage claim, they found a man holding up a sign that said "Mr. 
Rothman and Miss Megan." He explained that he had been sent by Mr.  Tanaka
to drive them to the airport.  Megan was impressed.  She had only seen
something like that in movies.  Moments later, she was even more impressed
as they climbed into the back of a limo.  She had only been in a limo one
other time for prom a few months ago, and then it had been a group of three
couples sharing the limo.  This time it was just her and Rothman and all
that space.

   As Megan got into the car, Rothman put his hand on her ass and gave it a
squeeze.  The driver, who already had been told that Megan was not
Rothman's daughter by Tanaka's assistant Mao, noticed the touch and nodded
to Rothman.  "Sir, it is a 20-minute drive to the hotel," he said.  "I can
make it 30, if you like."

   "Yes, that will be fine," Rothman nodded.  "Take your time." He shook
the man's hand, casually slipping him a $50 bill.  "Don't worry, she cleans
up after herself.  And me."

   "Thank you, sir," the driver said.  "Enjoy your ride."

   Rothman had his pants unzipped before the driver even had the bags
loaded and was back in his seat.  Megan knelt next to him and started
teasing and licking his engorged head while his fingers pulled her g-string
aside and played with her pussy.  She started to take him deeper, but
stopped her.

   "Take your time, babe," he said.  "It's a long drive.  Just keep working
the head and playing with it."

   "Yes, sir," Megan said, looking up at him.  She squirmed and pushed her
ass back against his hand, loving the feeling of the two fingers playing
inside her.  The power of the emotions and feelings that had run through
her all day -- fear, humiliation, confusion, reluctance, doubt,
vulnerability -- now seemed to create a heightened lust.  She felt naughty
and, for the first time today, she felt comfortable.  Sucking cock and
getting your pussy played with was a good way to spend the day.  Why did
things have to be any more complicated than that?

   The dark window in the limo and the soft music the driver put on gave
her the illusion that they were alone.  She felt safe and looked up at
Rothman as her tongue twirled around his head, sorry that she had doubted
his intentions.  The man just needed a good blowjob.  He deserved that.  No
harm had come to her.  Sure, some of the games were unnecessary, but who
was she to question a powerful, intelligent man who had provided her this
trip, this opportunity, and was currently making her pussy feel oh-so-good.
She'd walk naked through the airport next time in exchange for this moment.

   What Megan didn't know was that Rothman had turned on the mic that
allowed him to talk to the driver.  He had left it on, knowing that the
driver would hear every lick and slurp of Megan's sweet mouth.  He pulled
his cock out and slapped it across her face, making a distinct smacking
sound on her cheeks.  "Like that cock slap, don't you, slut?" he grunted.

   "Yes, sir," Megan gasped.

   "Like those fingers in your cunt, too, don't you?"

   "God, yes," Megan moaned.

   "You're going to get pussy juice all over the seats," he said.  "Get up
here on my lap." Rothman dragged her onto his lap, laying her face down
across his thighs.  He spread her legs and rubbed her clit while three
fingers stroked and pumped her pussy.  "Who does this pussy belong to,
bitch?"

   "You, sir," Megan groaned.  "It's all yours."

   "You keep it bald, tight and clean for me, don't you?"

   "Of course, sir," Megan groaned.  "It's for your pleasure, sir."

   "You seem to be enjoying yourself too," Rothman said calmly.

   "Yes, sir," Megan said.  Then she realized she had forgotten to ask. 
"Sir, may I please cum?"

   "Have I cum yet?"

   "No, sir," Megan said.

   "Then you know the answer, don't you?"

   "Yes, sir.  May I please suck your cock some more?"

   "You only want to suck my cock so you can cum," Rothman taunted.

   "No, sir," Megan said, grunting as his fingers continued to plunder her
pussy.  "I love to suck your cock.  You don't have to make me cum, sir."

   "Very nice of you, since I already told you that you can't cum anyway,"
Rothman said.  He had backed her into a corner now.  "But I think I will do
what I want anyway.  Four fingers inside and my thumb on your clit sound
good?"

   "No, sir," Megan said.  "Please, sir.  You'll make me cum."

   "Not my problem," Rothman said.  "Your cunt is mine to use and play
with. You said so yourself.  Your lack of self-control is not my problem."

   "Oh, please, sir," Megan whimpered.

   "You hearing this, my friend?" Rothman said into the mic.  Then he
flipped the switch so he could hear the response.

   "Yes, sir," the driver said.  "Loud and clear, sir."

   Megan suddenly realized what was going on.  Rothman had her totally out
of control and the driver could hear it all.  How humiliating.  She had to
stop herself from cumming.  She squirmed and rubbed her tits across his
cock, trying to make him want to get his cock sucked some more.  But he was
determined.  He knew she couldn't be stopped at this point.  He would win,
again.  The driver would hear her.  And Rothman would hang another
punishment over her head.

   Megan felt Rothman's hard cock underneath her.  She felt his strong
hands on her ass and in her pussy.  She heard the chuckle of triumph in his
voice and even heard the driver say, "Damn, sir, your girl is every bit as
hot as she looks."

   It was all too much.  Her senses were overloaded.  She did the opposite
of what she always prided herself on.  She lost control.  She humped and
moaned and wriggled until finally she came, punishment, embarrassment be
damned.  She whimpered and gasped in the undeniable sounds of a hot young
slut in ecstasy.  She knew she lost to Rothman, but in that moment, it sure
felt like a win.

   "Sounds like she came hard," the driver said.

   "Oh yes," Rothman said.  "Don't worry, she'll clean it up."

   "Not to worry, sir," the driver said.  "Wet pussy is one mess I don't
mind a bit."

   Megan listened to this as she caught her breath and slid back on the
seat.  But her moment of respite was short lived.  One minute she could
barely breathe because of intense orgasm, the next she could barely breathe
because her throat was full of cock.

   Rothman was done with the slow licking around his head.  He was rock
hard, excited by Megan's orgasm and his continued ability to make her lose
control simply by controlling her.  He shoved her head down on his cock,
delighting in her sputtering and slobbering as he forced her lips all the
way to his balls.

   "Sir, we have arrived but I'm just going to drive around a little
while," the driver said.  "I can tell you have more pressing matters to
tend to.  We are in no rush whatsoever, sir."

   "Thank you," Rothman grunted.  "Yeah, I'm balls deep in this slut right
now.  Hungry little bitch sucks cock like her life depended on it and
swallows cum like it's her last meal."

   "Feed her well, sir," the driver chuckled.

   "She fucks like a porn star, dresses like a hooker, and looks like a
model," Rothman said.  "Life is good, my friend."

   Megan swelled with pride at Rothman's words.  What some might take as
degrading or objectifying, she took as high praise from a man who was very
hard to please.  Maybe it was all his erection talking, but it still felt
as good as it felt when she made her parents proud or earned praise from
her coach.

   He pulled his cock out and wiped it on her face while she licked his
balls.  She kept licking his balls while he slapped his cock on her face,
jerking it steadily.  As his orgasm neared, he stuffed his cock back in her
mouth and pumped his load into her.

   "Here it comes, bitch," he groaned.  "Right down your fucking throat."

   Megan felt his cum hit the back of her throat and slide down.  More of
it spilled onto her tongue and oozed between her teeth and gums.  She
sucked and licked, coaxing every bit she could out of him until finally he
pulled out and wiped his cock dry in her hair.

   "We can go to the hotel now," Rothman said, zipping up his pants. 
"Thank you for the extra time."

   "You're most welcome, sir," the driver said.

   ***

   While Megan and Rothman were traveling and jumping into a journey of
unfiltered sexual adventures, Kasey was plotting.  She woke up that morning
determined to take action, but uncertain of how to get started.  She needed
advice.  Always before, she had gone to her dad for advice.  But this
wasn't the sort of thing you talked about with your dad.  OF course, you
also didn't normally swallow your dad's cum, she mused, shaking her head at
the thought of all that happened.  Yes, compared to that, what she had to
talk to him paled, she supposed.  Still, it was awkward conversation for
her and knew it had to be for him even more so.

   She got up early that morning and caught him before he left for work. 
She had already texted Michael and told him she had a dentist appointment
and would take an Uber to work.  This gave her time to talk to her dad
before he left for work.  Then she could shower and get ready to go to the
office, hopefully with a clearer picture of her how to implement her plan.

   Michael naturally responded that it was no problem and he would see her
soon.  Kasey's dad always took the time to watch the news and eat breakfast
before he left for work, so she knew she would have 10-15 minutes to talk
to him.  It wasn't a lot of time.  She would have to dive right in.  But
that was how she always did things anyway.

   "Daddy," she said, sitting at the kitchen table next to him.  He was
eating a microwave breakfast meal and was watching the news on his tablet.
"I need to talk to you."

   Kasey, who like Megan, had her wardrobe completely overhauled, wore a
white half t-shirt and pink boy shorts, her sleeping attire last night. 
She had yet to shower, fix her hair or apply any makeup, but she looked
ready for a modeling shoot anyway.  Natural beauty needed little help.

   Granderson, who had done his best to reconcile their flirtations with
incest, didn't pretend not to notice her lovely, half-naked body.  Her
perky breasts and rubbery hard nipples were tantalizing underneath the thin
shirt.  And underwear hugged her so tight that they wedged between both her
ass cheeks and clung to her pussy lips like Saran wrap.  She was a sight to
behold.  He didn't really have an urge to fuck her.  He truly didn't want
to do that.  But she made him horny anyway.  A few licks of the tongue, a
stroke of the hand, a touch of the breasts -- would those really be so bad?
He knew it would, but that temptation was there, day and night now that
Megan and Kasey had started on this journey.  Mostly, he wanted Megan
again. He didn't think he would feel one bit guilty about fucking her
brains out now.

   That said, he hadn't really thought much about who Kasey was fucking
every day.  He knew the guys were certainly fucking her, enjoying her
perfect young body in many ways.  But he chose not to think too much about
it.  He didn't ask and she didn't tell.  He had an uneasy feeling about her
approaching her this morning.

   "Good morning, pumpkin," he said.  "Aren't you going to work?"

   "Yes, I am," she said.  She explained taking the hour and lying about
the dentist appointment.  "I just really need to talk to you.  I know it's
going to be weird for you to hear as my dad, but I need for you to hear it
as one of teachers at the school.  You can do that, can't you?"

   "Yes, I think so," he said thoughtfully.  "We've been through a lot
these last several days, but nothing has changed in how much I love you,
how proud I am of you, and how much I respect you.  I respect your choices,
too.  It would be pretty hypocritical of me not to support you.  So, yeah,
I'm good.  What's on your mind?"

   "Well, I know you guys are supposed to be giving us our assignments and
overseeing our training, but I, well, I have a special project I would like
to try," she said.  "I guess it's an experiment or extra credit or
something.  Volunteer work, maybe."

   "I see," Granderson said.  "If you met a guy you want to date, I think
that's something the guys are going to want to talk about.  You have
freedom, of course, but, I don't think they want you enrolling and
un-enrolling in the school to suit your dating life."

   "No, Daddy," she shook her head.  "It's not like that at all.  It's not
someone I want to date.  It's someone I want to help.  And, I think I would
learn a lot in the process.  It's someone you know, too."

   She went on to fill him in on everything she knew about Megan's parents,
how they were separated and Susan had shared her need for a more aggressive
and dominant man and how Michael had apparently gone a very long time now
without sex and how Megan had caught him masturbating.  She told him how he
seemed flustered by how she and Megan dressed and clearly tried very hard
not to look at their bodies or do anything inappropriate.

   "He's a very nice man," Granderson nodded.  "I have a lot of respect for
him.  Always have.  I've always trusted Megan and her parents and was happy
for you to spend time with them.  It's hard to imagine Michael doing
anything inappropriate.  But it's sad to hear that he and Susan weren't
more open with each other in the bedroom.  It happens a lot.  So, what's
your plan to help him?"

   "Well, I know Susan has to still love him and he clearly still loves
her," Kasey said.  "So, I thought if he could just show her that he could
be the lusty beast she wants, he could win her back."

   "Interesting," Granderson nodded.  "A lot of men get caught in a cycle
of doing the right thing, like they are following a script instead of their
instincts.  Men are supposed to get good jobs, get a nice home, start a
family, and be loyal husbands and caring, protective fathers.  Michael has
succeeded in business and at home.  He's followed the script.  He's a
success by any definition.  But I suggest that he's lost part of himself
along the way.  Not in any way he would regret.  Sometimes, I think men
just turn off part of themselves sometimes."

   "That's sad," Kasey said.  "Did you ever turn any part of yourself off?"

   "Oh yes," Granderson said.  "You know I never dated after your mom died.
My focus was on taking care of you and providing for us.  I used that as an
excuse not to date, not to try to find someone else.  I shut it off, told
myself I didn't need it.  Then, Megan broke that seal about a week ago and
I realized I do want someone now.  I need that in my life again."

   "I'm so sorry you shut that off for me," Kasey said.

   "It's not your fault, honey," he assured her.  "You did nothing wrong
and I wouldn't change a thing.  But you're grown up now.  I'll still always
be here for you and take care of you, but you don't need me as much as you
used to.  It's time for me to be me again.  And I agree, Michael needs to
find himself too.  So, am I to assume you want bring him out of his shell
the same way Megan did me?"







   "Yes, but I think it will take more effort," Kasey said.  "I think if it
was me and him in the theater, he would reject me.  He would feel guilty
and angry.  He would be mad at himself."

   "I agree," Granderson said.  "He has been playing super dad and super
father for so long, I'm not sure he can play another role."

   "I think he can," Kasey said.  "I think he has to have that passion in
him.  There has to be something like that Megan's mom saw in him when he
was younger.  I think he turned it off and needs someone to turn it back on
for him."

   "You realize what you're suggesting is very risky," Granderson said. 
"He might shut down the school.  He might pull Megan away.  He might keep
you from being friends.  He might reject you.  Or fall in love with you."
Kasey hadn't even considered that last possibility.  "Plus, it's the
opposite of what you're supposed to be learning.  You're supposed to be
learning how to submit and do as you're told.  You're suggesting you would
be the dominant one, forcing the action."

   "Only long enough to get it started," Kasey said.  "Once he, well,
decided to take me, he could do it any way he wanted.  I would totally
submit at that point."

   "And somehow that's going to make him take Susan back?" Granderson asked
skeptically.

   "I don't know," Kasey shrugged.  "I just thought maybe he would feel
more like his old self or something.  Maybe be aggressive enough to want to
fight for her."

   "I don't know," he shook his head.  "I think it's a long leap from
seducing him to making him a sex animal that wins back his wife.  But, you
came asking me for something.  So, are you asking permission or if I think
it's a good idea?"

   "Both, I guess," Kasey said, then she thought a moment.  "No, neither
really.  I do respect your opinion, but mostly I wanted to know how I
should do it.  I don't really even know how to seduce a man, let alone
seduce a man who doesn't want to be seduced and who thinks it's wrong to be
with me."

   "It's not going to be easy," Granderson said, looking at the clock and
realizing he needed to go.  "Most men would want you just because you're
you.  No seduction needed.  But he's not going to be that way.  He's
learned to deny his urges.  Look, I have to go, but I think you have to
make him mad.  I think you have to be a brat and embarrass him and disobey
him and tease him.  Tell him I'm out of town and you're afraid to be home
alone.  Ask if you can stay at his house.  Then, tease him some more.  Make
him so angry and frustrated that eventually he does whatever he's going to
do."

   "What's he going to do?" Kasey asked, wide-eyed.

   "I don't know, pumpkin," Granderson said, kissing her on the forehead.
"He'll either throw you out, leave, or fuck your brains out.  That's my
guess anyway.  I wouldn't let you do it if I thought he'd hurt you, but
keep your phone handy just in case."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said.

   "Oh, and run it by Mick and Harry if you can," Granderson said.  "Maybe
start teasing him at work today, then run over to Mick and Harry's tonight
and see what they think."

   "Good idea," Kasey smiled.  "Thank you, Daddy."

   Kasey quickly showered and prepared for her day, thinking about how she
was going to pull this off.  Her dad had suggested the bratty, naughty
role, but how did she do that?  How did she make him angry?  She had never
been the straight line rule follower that Megan was, but Kasey was a good
student and athlete.  She was carefree, but also very disciplined and
stayed out of trouble.  Intentionally making someone mad at her wasn't
something she really knew how to do.  She needed training, but she had no
time.  This two-day window with Megan out of town was her window of
opportunity.  She would just have to try it, see how he responded, and
adjust on the fly.  She took solace in the fact that she now at least knew
how to dress in a very provocative way and that she knew how to fuck once
the time came.

   She was thankful that she could wear any of Megan's clothes tonight
since they were the same size.  So she didn't have to pack anything.  She
just needed to figure out what to wear today.  She couldn't go too extreme.
It would be her actions, not her attire that would ultimately be the key in
making the plan work.  Humbly, she knew she looked good enough and her
clothes were sexy enough that, if he was so inclined, he would find her
very much to his liking.

   She put her hair in a ponytail and the only makeup she put on was some
lip gloss.  She wore a woman's business suit, navy blue with pinstripes. 
But the skirt was small -- very small -- except for the slits up both
sides, revealing lots of thigh and hip.  She wore a red g-string
underneath. The suit was supposed to be worn with a blouse, vest and
jacket. She skipped the blouse, wore the vest, leaving the top of the three
buttons unbuttoned, and wore the jacket for now.  Without the jacket, her
cleavage would be exposed as would her midriff.  Her bright red, 6-inch
stiletto heels covered her toes, but left the top and sides of her feet
exposed, with a spaghetti strap across the top of her foot and around her
ankle.  Finally, she put on a red choker.  It had no wording nor any rings
on it.  It was a simple thin red strap.  But it drew attention to her
slender neck and was a subtle but suggestive accessory.

   If things went well, with any luck, she would be able to wear the really
naughty outfits for him tonight.  For now, she was only partially
inappropriate for work, but could "accidentally" show off plenty for him.
She was going to call an Uber, but then she had an idea.  She called Mick
and Harry.  Maybe they could drive her and give her some tips.  15 minutes
later, they picked her up and she hopped in the back seat with Mick while
Harry drove.

   "I know you're all dressed for work," Mick said.  "So I'm not gonna fuck
you right now.  But jerk me off.  You'll come over tonight and do it
right."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said.  She pulled out his thick cock and stroked it.
She bent over and licked it long enough to get it wet, then stroked faster
as she talked.  She explained her plan with Michael, her conversation with
her dad, and her concerns about not knowing how to unleash Michael's
desires.

   "First, I'm impressed that you're taking the initiative to create your
own learning experience," Harry said.  "You're correct to think that you
need more training for this situation.  You aren't ready, but I understand
about the timing."

   "It's very nice of you, too,' Mick said, watching her hand caress his
rigid cock.  "He is a good man and deserves to have his needs met.  Your
dad is right there is some risk, but it's not as bad as it might sound. 
First, they are already split, so no matter what happens, you aren't a
homewrecker.  You won't make that situation any worse.  There's really
nothing to lose in that respect.  The other thing is, I think we all agree
that it would be very surprising if Michael went too far.  You and Megan
will always be friends, so I'm not worried about that.  And he doesn't need
to know about the school for there to be a threat of that being shut down.
Worst case scenario is he rejects you and stays separated -- basically
where he is right now.  It's a tough assignment, but there's really a lot
more to win than to lose."

   "I agree," Harry said.  "Regardless it will be a good learning
experience for you."

   "Thank you both," Kasey said, leaning over to flick her tongue across
the head of Mick's cock to lap up the bubble of pre-cum that had oozed out.
"I know there's not enough time to train me, but do you have any tips on
how to tease him and make him take me?"

   "I agree with your dad," Harry said.  "Frustrate him.  Embarrass him. 
Make him angry.  He won't yell or explode on you.  He won't humiliate you.
He will internalize it all.  He's good at that, at maintaining his
self-control.  But a man can only internalize so much."

   "I agree," Mick said, fondling Kasey's breast through her suit.  "Read
his reactions.  Piss him off, then back off, then when's about calmed down,
do something else.  Keep priming that pump, if you know what I mean."

   "Hmm, not really," Kasey said ironically as she pumped his cock,
reminding the guys just how young and naïve their students really were. 
They both laughed, but Kasey didn't understand why.  She looked at Mick
blankly.

   "You're priming my pump right now," Mick said.  "You stroke fast, then
slow, the lick it, then fast, then slow.  Get it?"

   "Oh, yeah," Kasey said, embarrassed that she missed an obvious
reference. "I see now, sir."

   "Good, so do the same with him, fast, slow, then give him a little
taste," Mick grunted, getting close now.  "Keep doing that.  Sooner or
later, he can't hold back any longer." Mick grabbed the back of her head
and put her mouth on his cock, shooting his load into her mouth.  Kasey
worked his cock hungrily, showing her appreciation for his guidance by
dutifully draining his balls.

   She thought the guys might switch spots, but they were close to work and
Harry assured her that he would have plenty for her after work. 
"Regardless of the day goes, make sure you come over after work and give us
an update," Harry said.

   "Yes, sir," she said.  "Thank you, daddies." She got out of the car and
walked into the building, nervous but excited.  She carried a small bag
inside which she had several suckers.  She put one in her mouth right
before she walked into Michael's office.

   "Hey, good morning," he smiled, noticing her skimpy suit but not
staring. "Dentist handing out candy these days?"

   "Good morning, sir," she giggled, pulling the sucker out of her mouth.
"No, I had no cavities so I celebrate with some candy.  I've been doing
that since I was a kid.  Sorta the rebel in me, I guess."

   "Yes, you're quite the rebel," Michael mocked.

   "So, what do you need me to work on for you today, sir?" she asked, with
just a hint of suggestion in her tone.

   "We have a meeting with Helen in about 15 minutes," Michael said,
referring to his administrative assistant.  "Helen is off on Fridays, so we
meet every week on Thursday to go over the schedule for Friday and the
upcoming week.  This afternoon I want to go over some reports and you can
help me fact-check and make sure we have everything correct before we
present it next week."

   "Sounds like fun!" Kasey beamed with way too much enthusiasm in her
voice.  As a former cheerleader, she knew how to pretend to be excited.

   He smiled at her, "I appreciate your enthusiasm, Kasey," he said. 
"Having a good attitude goes a long way at any job."

   "How do you keep a good attitude, Mr.  Brandt?" she asked.  "I mean, I
know your job is stressful.  How do you relieve that stress and stay
positive?"

   "It's always been about my family," he smiled.  "You know, time with
Megan and ...  well, family time has always made it worth it.  But now
Megan is all grown up and Susan, well, you know some of that I guess."

   "Yeah, I'm sorry about that," Kasey said with a pouty face.  "I know it
has to be stressful at work and home now.  I wish I could help."

   She didn't go so far as to make the offer, but she was laying the
groundwork.  She had planned none of this.  His comment about her attitude
gave her the idea.  She had always been good that way -- thinking on her
feet, trusting her instincts.  Now, with just a few sentences she had
opened the conversation about Susan and his need to de-stress.  She had him
thinking about things.  Not her, necessarily, but about things, how his
life had changed and how his usual solutions were now missing.  Maybe he
would realize that the replacement was right there in front of him, barely
dressed, young, tight, and oh-so-eager to help.

   She couldn't count on that, though.  He was a not a weak man.  He had
conviction and principles.  He wouldn't be looking for a quickie with the
intern to relieve stress.  He would settle for jerking off like he had been
doing, apparently.  Kasey was happy to have planted a small seed, but she
knew she had to do more.  As her dad, Mick and Harry had all suggested, she
had to tease and torment him like a little brat until he reached the point
that he would fuck her out of frustration.  She knew he was a little like
Megan in that he didn't like to be embarrassed in front of others -- he was
aware of how it looked when he was with a sexy young intern, and he didn't
like the feeling.  She needed to play on that.  Embarrass him.  Make him
uncomfortable.  Five minutes until the meeting with Helen...  she had a
plan.

   Just minutes before the meeting -- she sensed that Helen was probably
very punctual -- she got some ice and water.  She took the liberty of
pouring two more glasses -- one for her, Bonnie and Michael.  She set hers
and Bonnie's on the table, but took Michael's to him as he sat at his desk.
Just as he reached for it, she pretended to drop the cup, sending the icy
water splashing on his lap.

   "Oh, I'm so sorry, sir!" she exclaimed, acting horrified.  "Let me get
you a towel."

   "It's OK," he said, wiping away some of the water.

   Kasey grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom and returned hurriedly,
dropping to her knees in front of him just as Helen knocked, then opened
the door.  Kasey had positioned herself so that Bonnie would see her ass
sticking up in the air and her head quite close to Michael's crotch.  She
exaggerated the motions with the towel as she dried him, making it look
like she might be giving him head or jerking his cock or both.

   "Oh, sorry," Bonnie said, wide-eyed.  Helen had been Michael's assistant
for the past two years.  She had retired, but then realized she needed to
make a little more money, so she worked four days a week, taking off
Fridays and working half days on Thursdays.  Rothman had offered to find
Michael someone who could work full-time, but he had liked Helen's maturity
and no-nonsense attitude.  She didn't take attitude from anyone and saw
through bullshit.

   Helen started to leave, trying not to look like she had seen anything.

   "No, Helen, it's OK," Michael said hurriedly, realizing what this must
look like.  "Just some spilled water.  Please, have a seat."

   "Yeah, I made a big mess on his pants," Kasey said, sitting upright and
turning to face Bonnie.  Again she had the pouty lips.

   "It's not a big mess," Michael said.  His face was red with
embarrassment now and he was flustered as he took the towel from Kasey and
wiped himself off.  "It's just water.  Please, both of you have a seat. 
I'll be right there."

   Michael went to the bathroom and Kasey picked up the cup and filled a
new one with ice and water for him.  She sat down at the table with Helen,
looking anything but innocent.  "Whew, it's warm in here," she said.  She
took off the jacket, revealing that all she had on underneath was the
half-buttoned vest.  No bra, no blouse.  Just cleavage, bare arms and
shoulders, and bare midriff.  Be Michael returned, she said, "You don't
mind, do you, Miss Bonnie?  Mr.  Brandt said I could take off anything I
wanted to be comfortable."

   "I'm sure he did," Helen said, not trying to hide the judgment in her
tone.  She liked and respected Mr.  Brandt, but the past few days she had
grown skeptical of him with the way he let his daughter and Kasey dress in
the office.  It was inappropriate.  She had heard rumors about his
marriage. Now this.  It added up to a man using a mid-life crisis as an
excuse to take advantage of a slutty intern.  She didn't buy that Kasey was
just wiping up water.  Not for a second.

   Normally Kasey would have felt bad about deceiving the woman and about
embarrassing Michael.  In this case, however, she couldn't be happier. 
Helen's disapproving look and tone made Michael that much more flustered.
He dropped his papers and stumbled over his words.  His face was red.  To
Helen he looked guilty.  To Kasey he looked like a man who needed help in
the worst way.  And to Michael, he knew he looked guilty and felt guilty
even though he wasn't.  He also knew what Helen was thinking and hated that
she thought that about both him and Kasey, whom he saw as simply naïve and
innocent.  He also hated knowing that Helen would probably be talking to
the other assistants and word and rumors would spread.  All eyes would be
on him and Kasey.  And it didn't help that Kasey not only looked so
beautiful, but was dressed far too sexy.  He didn't think she meant to send
any negative or suggestive messages.  But he understood that others might
think that.  It was all a misunderstanding but he knew everyone loved
gossip and he and Kasey were giving them some ammunition now.

   To make matters worse, as Helen reviewed Michael's upcoming calendar
with him, Kasey pulled out another bright red lollipop.  She pursed her
soft red lips and flicked out her pink tongue, licking the sucker as her
lips wrapped seductively around it.  Michael noticed and he knew Helen did
too.  Michael knew that Kasey didn't know what she was doing, but also knew
how seductive it looked -- no matter innocent -- and exactly what Helen
must be thinking.  He wanted to rip the sucker out of Kasey's mouth, but
instead focused on Helen's report, pretending not to notice the
half-dressed beauty next to him.

   "Remember, you have a doctor's appointment this afternoon at 3," Helen
said.  "Your annual physical, sir."

   "Oh yeah, I forgot all about that," Michael said.  He looked over at
Kasey.  "Sorry, Kasey.  I forgot.  I'll see if your dad can pick you up or
else we can get you an Uber.  You'll get to go home a little early today."

   "But I have to go to Mick and Harry's tonight," Kasey pouted.  "Can't I
just come with you, sir?"

   Michael saw Helen rolling her eyes but pretended not to notice.  "We'll
figure it out," he nodded to Kasey, trying not to notice that she know had
the sucker jammed into the inside of her cheek, looking very much like the
head of a dick finding its happy place inside her mouth.

   They finished the meeting soon after and Helen began to leave, wishing
them both a not very heartfelt happy weekend.

   "Oh, before you to," Michael said, "could you please order in some lunch
from Billy's?"

   "Of course, sir," Helen smiled.  "What would you like?"

   "Oh, just get us a couple of sandwiches," Michael said.  "It doesn't
matter which.  Everything they have there is good."

   Helen placed the order and left for the day.  Michael looked out the
window and saw her walking out to her car, talking animatedly on her phone.
He could only who she was talking to and what she was saying.  He knew it
might not be about him and Kasey, but he would bet that it was.  He
reminded himself that Kasey had done all this very innocently.  He wasn't
angry with her.  He was just embarrassed and a little angry with himself
for putting himself in this situation.  He didn't know how to talk about it
without embarrassing Kasey and he didn't want to do that, so he let it go.
Helen was gone for the day and would be spreading whatever gossip she
wished to spread.  The day's embarrassment was likely over, so he decided
to let it go and move on.

   He gave Kasey some reports to proofread, which involved cross-checking
some data.  It was boring, tedious work, but he always liked to get a
second set of eyes on things.  Plus, this would be a good opportunity for
Kasey to learn.  He busied himself answering emails and returning phone
calls.  Things always got busier when Rothman was out of the office.  He
wondered briefly how Megan was doing and silently prayed that they had a
safe flight.

   He glanced over at Kasey, noting how diligently she was studying the
documents.  She really was a hard worker.  She was also just so damn sexy.
When did she go from being Megan's cute, sweet friend to a drop-dead
stunner?  It was like it happened overnight.  Of course, he thought it
probably was just coincidence.  He was having trouble with his marriage,
his wife left him and he hadn't had sex in months.  Any pretty girl -- even
innocent, sweet Kasey -- would draw his attention.  He cursed himself for
being weak even as he stared at her spinning a fresh lollipop on her
tongue, seemingly oblivious to the show she was putting on.





   He was getting hard and was angry at himself for not having better
self-control.  He sure hoped Kasey didn't see.  Now that would be
embarrassing.  She might have to dump some more cold water in his lap just
so he could stand up without drawing attention.

   As luck would have it, Kasey went to the restroom just as the call from
the sandwich shop that the delivery person was on their way up.  Michael
hoped that Kasey would come out of the bathroom before the knock on the
door came, but she didn't.  He was halfway to the door, slightly hunched
over to try to hide his erection, when she came out.  He opened the door
quickly, tipped the delivery person, and turned back toward the table with
their lunch.  He held the bags low, but not low enough.  Kasey was staring
at his crotch.  She glanced away, but not before he knew that she knew. 
Michael appreciated her maturity in not dwelling on it.

   Kasey tried not to smile.  But it wasn't easy.  First, his obvious
erection was a sign that her teasing was working and she was flattered that
he was attracted to her.  It was really sweet how he tried to hide it.  He
was so modest.  But he had nothing to be modest about.  Unless he had
stuffed a sock in his pants, she could tell by the size of the bulge that
he had more than a mouthful down there.  She felt bad for him, knowing how
uncomfortable and frustrating it was to be so horny with no way to get
release.  She respected his discipline, but was determined to make him lose
control.  That volcano needed to erupt.

   She got them some sodas out of the mini fridge while Michael pulled
their sandwiches out of the bag.  Each had a name written on the foil
wrapping.  His was a turkey club with pasta salad on the side.  Kasey's was
a foot long hot dog, with carrots, celery and ranch on the side.  Michael
knew immediately why Helen had ordered that.  He hoped Kasey didn't.

   Kasey smiled when she saw her lunch.  She had no control over this, but
obviously Helen wanted to help her out.  Michael offered to switch
sandwiches with her, but she wasn't about to do that.  She had the tools to
make lunch all about more "innocent" teasing.  Michael clearly didn't know
she was doing all this on purpose, which had to be all the more maddening
and frustrating for him.  At some point, when he realized she wasn't nearly
as naïve as he thought, it would anger him.  That, she hoped, would be the
point where he would go from polite, controlled gentlemen to lusty,
aggressive and powerful man.  He was such a giving man, she couldn't wait
to see him be greedy and take not only what he needed, but also what he
wanted.

   "Looks yummy!" she said, sitting down.  She started slow, dipping a
carrot in the ranch dressing.  She held it to her lips, flicked her tongue
across the end of it, licking off the dressing before taking a bite of the
carrot.  Michael couldn't help but watch as he took a sip of his soda. 
Kasey pretended not to notice, looking at her food and her phone, seemingly
oblivious to the fact that every lick and bite she took was seductive and
captivating.  She remembered watching an old movie with her mom once.  It
was a romantic movie about a young woman who aspired to be a dancer.  It
was called "Flashdance" and she really liked the dance scenes.  But now,
she recalled a scene where the main character teased a date by seductively
eating lobster.  When he asked her how it tasted, she said, "It sucks."
When she saw the movie as a child, she was confused.  Why would she eat it
if it sucked?  But now, she understood the reference.  It had worked for
the "Flashdance" girl and she thought it might work for her today, too.

   Kasey took a bite of the hot dog, but the bun proved bulky and she
didn't think it presented the image she wanted.  She pulled the hot dog out
of the bun and held it up.  It was a thick, 10-inch piece of meat.  It was
hard not to make it look like she was gobbling cock.  The hard part was
acting like she didn't realize what she was doing or how it was effecting
Michael.

   It was hard to justify licking or sucking the hot dog before she bit
into it, so she dipped it in the dressing.  The white-tipped hot dog looked
like a penis head with pussy cream or cum all over it.  Perfect, she
thought.  She held it up, tipping her head back, holding the hot dog over
her mouth.  She flicked her tongue out and slurped on the hot dog, cleaning
it of the dressing.  She dropped the end of the hot dog into her mouth,
tempted to see how far down her throat she could take it, but she stopped
short and took another bit, moaning and chewing slowly as if it was the
best thing she ever tasted.

   "How's your lunch?" Michael asked.

   "Sucks," Kasey winked, giggling.

   "Yeah, looks like you hate it," Michael laughed, not getting the
reference, but happy for the joke to relieve a bit of tension.  Kasey was
driving him absolutely crazy and the poor innocent girl had no idea she was
doing it.  He felt so guilty and ashamed, but he knew he would masturbate
again tonight thinking about her.  For right now, he needed her to stop
being, well, her, so he could stop getting erections and focus on work. 
That goal vanished when she dribble ranch dressing down her chin.  She
scooped it up with her finger and sucked it into her mouth.

   "Sorry, I know that's not lady-like," Kasey giggled.  "I just love ranch
dressing.  Blue cheese.  Queso.  Ice cream.  Anything white and creamy, I
guess."

   Again, no hint of irony or double meaning in her voice.  Michael bit his
tongue and tried to think of anything besides how much he wanted her.

   "I'm sorry that you have to go with me to my appointment today," Michael
said.  "You sure you don't want me to see if Mick and Harry can come get
you?"

   "No, sir," Kasey said.  "I'm supposed to be shadowing you and I feel
like I learn a lot just being around you.  Even when we're not at work. 
So, as long as you don't mind, I really would like to tag along.  I mean, I
won't see the doctor with you, of course, but I can ride with you and wait
with you."

   "OK," Michael smiled.  "You give me too much credit, but I'm glad you're
learning some things."

   "I really am!" she said in her bouncy cheerleader voice.  "But I know I
have so much more to learn.  I appreciate your patience.  I don't think
most bosses would be as kind and understanding as you are.  Mr.  Rothman
seems, well, kind of intense."

   Michael chuckled and nodded.  "Yeah, he's the sort who works hard and
plays hard.  He's smart and driven and that's what makes him successful.  I
think we work well together because I'm a bit of an opposite in terms of
personality.  I counter his aggressiveness and impulsiveness and he
counters my hesitance and conservative nature.  We're sort of like checks
and balances for each other."

   "Oh, we studied checks and balances in government," Kasey grinned. 
"Yeah, I can see that about you two.  But I bet you can be pretty assertive
when you need to be, too."

   "In my younger days, maybe," Michael chuckled.

   "Were you a wild man?"

   "I wouldn't say that.  But I had my fun.  Some of it was pretty stupid.
Pretty irresponsible.  But I lived and learned."

   "No one got hurt, right?"

   "No, no one got hurt."

   "Then it was a pretty painless lesson," Kasey smiled.  "I have always
respected your, um, maturity.  But I can remember some times during Megan's
parties where you would be the goofy dad, dancing and playing with us. 
You're really funny when you don't care what anyone else thinks."

   "It's easy around a bunch of children," Michael shrugged.  "Especially
good kids like you were.  It's harder with business people.  With
neighbors. With friends and family.  People are more judgmental, less
forgiving once you reach a certain point in life."

   "That's too bad," Kasey said.  "Even if you did something really bad,
made a mistake, I would always know you're a good man.  I wouldn't judge
you on your mistake, ya know?"

   "You sure you're only 18?"

   "Yeah, why?" she giggled.

   "Because you sounded really mature right there.  I wish everyone thought
like you."

   "Thank you, sir," she blushed, biting her lip.  "So, if you could do
something without people judging you or getting in trouble, what would it
be?"

   "I don't know," he shrugged his shoulders.  He was lying.  He knew
exactly what he would do.

   "Maybe you should think about it," Kasey smiled.  She got up and cleared
the table, her ass wiggling as she walked across the room.  Oh, he was
thinking about it all right.

   After lunch he managed to calm down a bit as a few phone calls and
urgent emails demanded his attention.  By the time they left for the
doctor's appointment, he was more or less back to himself, controlled and
poised.  So much so that he didn't even mind when Kasey asked someone to
take their picture together by the fountain in front of the building.  He
gave it no thought when she took off her jacket and tossed it on the
ground, showing off her cleavage and midriff for the photo.  In one of the
photos, she kissed him on the cheek.  It was sweet and innocent.  That's
how he saw it, because that's how he had always seen Kasey, even when she
was driving him crazy like she had today.

   Of course, to the people in the building, to those in the parking lot,
they didn't see a man who had known this girl for years due to her
friendship with his daughter.  They didn't see a man who was principled and
disciplined.  They certainly didn't see a sweet, naïve, innocent girl. 
They saw a slutty intern and her dirty older boss, both getting what they
wanted and not caring what anyone else thought.  The stories going around
supported that opinion.  There was talk of blowjobs in the office and
overtly sexuality looks and touches.  Now they were leaving the office
early together and taking fun pictures in public.  Oh, the gossip was good,
and spreading fast.

   At the doctor's office, Kasey sat in the waiting room while Michael had
his physical.  She had plenty of time to launch phase two of her plan. 
Phase one had been connecting with Michael on a new level, laying the
groundwork, while also teasing him a way he would perceive as innocent
despite its suggestiveness.  To be honest, she hadn't really planned it or
Phase Two.  She was acting on instinct and intuition.  The idea for the
photo had just hit her on the way out of the building.  Now, she was
posting that photo on her social media accounts.  All of them.  Michael had
a Facebook page and Instagram, so she tagged him on those with the photo of
her kissing him and a seemingly innocent caption, "I love my boss so much.
I'm such a lucky girl."

   Comments flooded in from her friends about how sweet he was and what a
hot "dad body" he had.  When Michael came out of the doctor's office, he
checked his phone.  It was also flooded with comments and notifications. 
Some were teasing congratulations from his friends about his hot intern,
others were commenting that he needed to teach her how to be a lady and
that he needed to be more careful about his marriage and his image.

   "What did you do?" he asked.

   "What do you mean, sir?"

   "These posts.  You posted those pictures?"

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said, voice cracking.  "Did I, um, did I do something
wrong?"

   "Oh, Kasey.  I wish you would have asked me."

   "I don't understand what the problem is, sir."

   "I know you don't, Kasey.  I know the photos and caption were innocent,
but you have to understand that there's a stigma about hot young interns
having sex with their much older bosses.  The innuendo is that the girl
only gets the internship because of how she looks and what's she willing to
do."

   "You think I'm hot and sexy?"

   "Of course, I mean, you're lovely, Kasey," Michael said, trying not to
talk himself into more trouble.  "You're beautiful and you dress in a way
that I know is common for girls your age but isn't as common for women in
the work place."

   "You don't like how I dress?" she pouted.

   "I love how you dress," he blurted out.  "I mean, you dress very nice.
I'm just saying some people make assumptions about how you dress, what you
post, things like that."

   "Why do you care what people think?"

   Michael looked at her and smiled.  "Like I said, you're wise beyond your
years," he said, turning off his phone.  "You're the on teaching me,
Kasey."

   As they reached the lobby of the large medical building, Kasey asked how
his appointment went.

   "It was OK," he sighed.

   "Doesn't sound like it."

   "My blood pressure is up a little bit.  Stress level is a little high.
Need to get a bit more high-intensity exercise.  Nothing new or alarming
for a man my age."

   "I see, well, take it seriously," Kasey said.  "It's important to take
care of your health.  Um, can you excuse me a moment.  I forgot I left my
bag upstairs.  Do you mind if I run back and get it?"

   "Of course not."

   She took the elevator back upstairs and asked to speak to the doctor. 
It was a long shot and sure enough, the doctor was already seeing another
patient.  She saw a note pad at the nurse's desk.  "May I borrow a pen and
some paper, please?" she asked.

   She jotted down a few notes, then headed back down on the elevator.

   "Where's your bag?" Michael asked.

   "It was gone," Kasey said.  "It was just those lollipops.  No biggie. 
Guess I'll just have to find something else to suck on."

   Michael looked at her.  There was no wink, no smile, no hint that she
meant anything more than sucking on candy.  Goodness, this girl was sexy
without even trying.  He was kind of disappointed that she wouldn't be
sucking on anything on the way home, though.  He liked watching her work
those lollipops.

   Once they got home, Kasey ran upstairs and raided Megan's closet,
changing into a tiny pair of white Soffe shorts and a red tube top.  She
kept the same red g-string, heels and red choker she had worn to work.  In
her "more comfortable" clothes, she walked over to Mick and Harry's.  She
was eager to see them.  She had much to tell them, plus she was really
horny and hoped that one or both of them would choose to fuck her pussy.

   She had been in the door less than a minute before Harry had her on her
knees and was feeding her his cock.  "Oooh, daddy, you've been waiting all
day," she said, looking up at him.  "I'm so sorry, daddy."

   "Stop apologizing and make it up to me," Harry grinned, grabbing her
head.  "Naughty bitch, been drooling for my cock all day, haven't you?" He
yanked her ponytail and pinched her nose, fucking her harder than normal.
Clearly he had pent up needs and had been waiting to get his hands on her.
Her eyes watered and she sputtered as he finally released her nose.  He
pulled out and rubbed the head of his cock on her nose and ears, poking it
against her eyelids.  He held her firmly by the ponytail with one hand and
jerked his cock with the other.  "Mouth closed, slut," he grunted.  She
closed her mouth tight, just in time as his cock started spewing blasts of
white hot cum.  The first burst hit her eye before she could close it.  Cum
burned her eye and coated her eyelash and eyebrow.  He laughed and kept
cumming, painting her face with a copious amounts of his jism.

   "I should be a fucking makeup artist," he groaned, shaking out the last
drops.  "That's a thing of beauty right there."

   "She is, you aren't," Mick laughed.  "Bitch gives some good head, that's
for sure."

   They watched Kasey clean up the way she had been trained, scooping all
the cum she could into her mouth and, upon receiving permission, swallowing
it.  Her face still sticky and eye still red, she looked at Mick and
offered, "May I suck your cock too, daddy?"

   "You already had a snack from me today," he grinned.  "I want that tight
little ass this time."

   Kasey hid her disappointment.  She really wanted to be fucked in the
pussy or at least have her pussy licked or played with enough to cum.  She
had heard of women cumming while giving head or being fucked in the ass,
but she hadn't reached that point yet.  Maybe with time.  For now, her
pussy needed attention that it apparently wasn't going to receive.

   After lubing up her ass, Mick sat on the couch and impaled her tight ass
on his cock.  He held her legs up by her shoulders.  Her little shorts and
g-string lay on the floor next to them.  He fucked her slow and deep,
taking his time, stretching her out, while they peppered her with questions
about the day with Michael.

   In between moans and grunts and gasps for breath, she told them all
about the day and how things looked for tonight.  She said she wanted to
convince him that he needed stress relief and that sex was the best thing
for it.

   "Good idea, but he won't make that big of a leap," Harry said.

   "Right," Mick said.  "You'll have to get him to the edge, to the point
he's thinking with his cock instead of his head or his heart."

   "How do I do that?" she groaned.

   "Massage," Harry said, snapping his fingers as the idea came to him.  He
laid out the plan and made the preparations while Mick picked up the pace,
pulling out just in time for Kasey to put her mouth over the head of his
cock and catch each and every one of his sperm.

   "You're doing a good job, Kasey," Mick told her after she cleaned up and
got dressed.  "Just go back and take a shower.  Get all cleaned up for him.
The deliveries will come at 7 and 7:30.  Understand?"

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said, kissing both men before she left.  "Thank you
both so much!"

   Despite not getting the orgasm she desperately needed, Kasey left the
house happy.  They had given her a plan and the help to make it happen.  As
instructed, she went back to the house.  Michael was in the back yard,
working on the flower bed.  She let him know she was home and asked if it
was OK to take a shower.  "Oh, dinner's at 7," she told him.  He started to
ask what she meant, but she hurried upstairs before he could get the words
out.

   After her shower, she kept her hair in the ponytail.  She found one of
the few t-shirts that the guys hadn't destroyed.  It was Megan's t-shirt
from tennis camp last summer.  It was white with a pink tennis ball and
racket on it.  It was a large because the camp had mistakenly ordered all
larges.  The girls never wore theirs because they were too big.  They only
wore them to sleep in.  In this case, however, it was just right.  The
shirt hung loosely on her shoulders and her breasts jiggled freely
underneath the cotton shirt.  Because it was too large, instead of stopping
at her waist, this shirt hung to just past her ass -- same length as one of
her new mini dresses.

   To make it more appropriate for the situation, sliced the shirt with a
pair of scissors, cutting one large slash across the back, two across the
midriff and three smaller cuts across the chest.  The results revealed
flashes of her midriff and back, as well as portions of her jiggling
breasts.  Her left nipple rubbed dangerously close to one of the cuts and
could pop out at any time.

   Underneath the t-shirt she wore a hot pink g-string.  She also wore a
pink choker with a little heart-shaped ring in the front, and hot pink
pumps.  Michael would assume she was wearing shorts under the t-shirt.  She
hoped he would be pleasantly surprised when she found she wasn't.

   The doorbell rang at 7 on the dot and Kasey hurried downstairs to answer
it before Michael could get there.  Darryl, the pizza guy who had been part
of some of the early School for Sluts events and training, stood there,
smiling.  "Here's your pizza, my dear," he grinned.  He also handed her a
small bag.  "And here's your dessert."

   "Thank you!" Kasey said.  Michael was standing behind her so she made a
quick blowjob gesture with her fist and her tongue in her cheek and winked
at Darryl, letting him know that she would show her appreciation sometime
soon.

   He nodded and said loud enough for Michael to hear, "Thank you for the
tip, ma'am.  Have a great evening."

   "You didn't need to pay," Michael said after Darryl left.

   "I didn't," Kasey said.  "Mick and Harry did this.  They wanted to thank
you for being such a good neighbor and letting Megan and me help them."

   "Those guys are too nice," Michael said, glancing at her gorgeous thighs
and noticing the bumps of her nipples rubbing against the cotton t-shirt.
"What happened to your shirt?"

   "Um, it's one of Megan's," Kasey said, straightening up and pulling on
her shirt.  Her nipple briefly poked through the opening as she adjusted.
She pretended not to notice, but Michael definitely did.  "I'm not sure why
it's got the slashes in it, but I like it because it feels cool and loose.
Plus, it's so long I don't have to wear any shorts underneath.  It's like a
dress."

   No bra, a ripped up t-shirt, and no shorts underneath.  Maybe no
panties. Michael's brain whirled as he made a mental checklist of Kasey's
attire -- or lack thereof.  It was getting harder and harder to think of
her as the girl he had known for years as Megan's friend, or even as his
intern.  The young woman in front of him was stunning and sexy, made all
that much more so by her seeming ignorance of what gorgeous woman she was.
She was friendly, eager, bright and yet somewhat naïve about the world and
her place in it.  Understandable at her age, of course, but also endearing.
She wasn't conceited or hung up on her looks.  She respected her elders. 
She was a good girl...  with a great body.  There really was nothing not to
like about her.

   As they ate, Kasey again showed what a caring and inquisitive person she
was, asking about his doctor visit and overall health.  She pressed him for
details until he admitted that the doctor had told him that his blood
pressure was too high and he needed to get more exercise and find ways to
take his mind off of work and his troubled marriage.

   "Oh, I do yoga and lots of stretching," Kasey said.  "I could do some
with you.  Show you how to do it.  It's really relaxing."

   Michael thought of her flexible body, wrapped in some skin-tight
exercise attire, bending in all sorts of amazing ways.  He would very much
like to see that, but there was no that would be relaxing.

   "Maybe," Michael nodded.  "I might take you up on that.  Thank you.  But
I'm not very flexible."

   "Another great thing would be a massage!" Kasey said eagerly.  She had
been careful not to lead with this.  She had intentionally picked the yoga
first, knowing he would probably be hesitant about it.  Now, presenting him
with the massage, he might be more open to it.  That was her hope anyway.
"Ever had a massage, sir?"

   "Sure, once or twice," Michael shrugged.  "They are nice.  It's been a
while.  Might be a good idea.  I think they offer massages at the gym. 
I'll think about it."

   Just then, the doorbell rang.  Before he could move, Kasey's tight
little body jumped up, ass and tits wiggling seductively under the
shredded, flimsy t-shirt as she scooted to the door.  Michael followed
slowly, losing sight of her as she answered the door.  But he heard he
squeal "Yay!" with genuine delight.  When he rounded the corner, he saw
Mick and Harry.  They were hold a table of some sort.

   "Hey guys," Michael said.  "Thanks for the pizza.  Come on in and join
us."

   "No thanks," Harry smiled.  "Just dropping something off.  Kasey said
you needed some stress relief.  We got this massage table a couple years
ago when I had some back issues.  Along with my physical therapy
appointments, they suggested massages."

   "Why didn't you go to a masseuse?" Michael asked.

   "He didn't want to go to a massage parlor and be labeled a dirty old
man," Mick laughed.  "So we bought a massage table and hired someone to
come over twice a week and massage his sorry ass."

   "Hey, it say what you want, but it worked," Harry said.  "I'm strong as
ever.  I can lift 115 pounds, no problem." He said this last line, winking
at Kasey, who knew all too well what she weighed and what he was capable of
lifting.

   "Wow, I really appreciate this fellas," Michael said.  "I don't have a
masseuse, though.  How much did it cost you to hire someone to come?"

   "Well..." Harry started, glancing at Kasey.

   "I can do it," Kasey said.  "And I can massage you every day.  Free."

   "You know how to do massage?" Michael asked.

   "Yeah, I have been in cheerleading and sports so long, I had trainers
massaging me all the time," she said.  "I know exactly how to do it. 
You'll feel better.  I promise."

   "I can't ask you to do that," Michael said.  "People will think I'm the
dirty old man." They all laughed.

   "Don't be silly, sir," Kasey said.  "It's just a massage."

   "Free table, free massage, doesn't seem like you have much to lose
giving it a try at least," Mick said.

   Michael knew this was a bad idea, but here he had three very nice people
offering him help that he hadn't even asked for.  It would be rude to say
no.  He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure, let's try it."

   He and Mick carried the massage table into the downstairs bedroom which
had long ago been turned into a makeshift office and exercise room.  It had
a desk, computer, TV, old exercise bike, and some hand weights.  They put
the massage table in the middle of the room, making the room even more of a
haven for household odds and ends.

   "Fits perfectly," Kasey said.  She hugged Mick and Harry before they
left, taking with them the leftover pizza.  Kasey helped Michael with the
dishes, then suggested they try the table.

   "Why don't you take a really shower and get relaxed," she said.  "Then,
come down and I'll give you a massage and see if we can release some
tension.  If that helps, tomorrow we can try some more and maybe some
exercise too."

   "You should be a nurse," Michael laughed.

   "I thought about it," Kasey said.  "I think about a lot of things.  I
don't know what I want to do, but I do want to help you.  So move along,
mister.  Oh, and just wear your towel or whatever."

   "You sure you're OK with this?" Michael asked.  "Doesn't make you feel
weird or anything?  I'm not a dirty old man, Kasey."

   "I never said you were, sir," she smiled.  "Trust me, I would do the
same for my dad.  You're like a dad to me too, you know."

   "Really?"

   "Of course," she smiled.  "You've always been here for me.  Like my
second parents with all that Dad was going through.  You've always accepted
me.  Susan is great too, but, honestly, I've always like you a lot more."
He smiled awkwardly and started to head to the shower.  Spontaneously, she
blurted out.  "Now hurry back.  Daddy."

   He chuckled, taking the reference as her term of endearment for him
based on what she had just said.  That was exactly what she hoped he would
do.  She busied herself prepping the table, turning on some light music,
dimming the lights and retrieving the massage oils and the restraints that
Darryl had brought along with the pizza.  The oils were a necessity.  The
restraints were part of Plan B that Mick and Harry had hatched.  It was
always good to have a backup plan, they had told her.  She had the oils in
plain sight, but the restraints under a sheet on the desk.  She had put one
sheet on the table, so Michael would just assume she had grabbed one too
many from the closet and think nothing of the sheet on the desk.

   He came back down after his shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. 
His chest and legs were bare.  She wondered if he was bare under the towel.
He wasn't.  He lay down face first on the table before pulling the towel
away and dropping it on the floor.  He was wearing a pair of blue boxer
shorts.

   "Sorry for the dad bod," he joked.  "Still sure you want to do this?"

   "Of course I do," Kasey said softly.  She was no longer the chipper
little cheerleader.  Now she was the sophisticated masseuse with the soft,
calming voice.  That's what she was going for anyway.  It sounded weird in
her ears and she almost giggled, but she stayed in character.  "You look
fantastic, sir.  Now just relax and let me take care of you.  Are you
comfortable?  Like the music?"

   "Yes and yes," Michael said, his voice muffled by the padding that
supported his face.

   "Good," she said.  She leaned over him and put a bottle under his nose.
"Do you prefer this smell...  or this one?" They were two different scents
of massage oils.  He picked the first and she poured some on her hands,
rubbing them together to warm her hands before touching his back.  He had a
broad, strong back and she liked touching him.  He moaned lightly and she
assumed that meant he liked how it felt too.

   She traced her fingers on his spine lightly, then rubbed his shoulders
as hard as she could.  She caressed the small of his back and then climbed
on the table, straddling his ass as she rubbed his lower back.  She felt
his firm ass under her and was impressed by what good shape he kept himself
in.  Yes, vigorous exercise and stress relief would make him healthy as an
ox.

   Michael didn't say anything when she climbed on top of him.  It was
awkward, yes, but he could tell she was just focused on the massage.  She
was being professional and mature and he needed to be to.  He kept his
mouth shut and let her keep going.  She was doing a great job.  And her
smooth thighs felt great along his torso -- even better than her small,
gentle hands stroking his back.

   Then she leaned forward, rubbing his neck and whispering in his ear,
"Let the world wash away," she said.  "No thoughts about work.  No thoughts
about Susan.  No thoughts about bills, or the doctor or even tomorrow.  All
that matters is now.  All that matters is you.  Don't think.  Just feel and
be."

   He was feeling all right.  He felt her thighs on his torso and now her
pointy breasts rubbing against his back.  He imagined that thing shirt
getting soaked with oil and her breasts being visible, her dark nipples
hard and pointy.  He wanted to see that, but was thankful he couldn't.  He
could feel her warm breath on his neck and her soft lips were less than an
inch from his ears.  Her voice was soothing, sexy and sultry.  Her words
were well beyond her years.

   Kasey could feel sense him relaxing, his body was less tense.  He seemed
relaxed, at ease.  She kept whispering sweet words into his ear, surprising
herself that she was able to come up such touchy-feely dialogue without
laughing.  It was soothing and sexy and she sensed he was feeling the same.
He was so relaxed, he was almost half asleep.  She smiled to herself,
whispered in his ear, "it's time to roll over, sir." She rolled off him
onto the floor and, without questioning her, he rolled onto his back.  She
positioned the cushion under his head and told him to close his eyes.  He
did and she peeled off her shirt and draped it over his face.

   "What's that?" he asked.

   "Just a sheet to help you stay within yourself," she said as she started
to rub his chest.  "No need to look around or be distracted.  Just feel and
be.  You're doing great." She was rubbing him now, his arms, his chest, his
stomach, while wearing only her heels and g-string.  It would only take one
wrong move, one bump for his arm to bump a breast or his fingers to brush
her bare ass.  Then he would know and, well, she had no idea what would
happen.  She wasn't ready for that.  Not just yet.  So she was careful,
calm, soothing.  She did nothing to let him know that this was anything but
a simple massage.

   His arms lay limply at his side.  She carefully moved as she rubbed his
thighs, bumping her bare thigh against his hand.  She moved away quickly.
It was just a quick touch, enough to make him start thinking.

   Indeed, Michael was thinking.  Why did he feel bare skin instead of the
shirt?  Maybe it had been her arm?  Sure didn't feel like it.  But her
hands sure did feel good.  He had to admit, this was very nice.  Then
another touch.  Longer this time.  Soft, warm.  It was definitely not her
arm.  It felt like her ass.  Had to be.  Had her shirt ridden up and she
didn't realize it?  Oh my, he so badly wanted to see what he pictured was
an oil-soaked shirt, half on, half off, revealing those perky breasts and
sweet hips.  Big mistake to picture that.  He started to get an erection.
This was trouble.  He thought about Susan and baseball and work, but Kasey
kept touching and whispering and the image of her stayed in his head.  His
cock grew harder.  He knew she would notice soon.  "Maybe I should roll
over and you can do my back some more?" he suggested.

   "No, sir," she whispered.  "I'm right where I'm supposed to be." She
climbed on the table and straddled him, just like she had been done when he
was lying face down.  Only this time, she was straddling his hips and his
rapidly hardening cock was right underneath her.  She had to notice, but
she didn't let on that she did.

   Kasey loved the feel of his cock under her, but she fought the urge to
pull out his cock and ride him until they both exploded in orgasm. 
Instead, she kept her hips still, kept rubbing his chest and stomach, and
kept whispering to him as if nothing had changed.  She felt his cock twitch
against her thigh.  If he was going to reach a point where he couldn't say
no, this was it.

   She got off the table and he started to reach up and pull away the
shirt. She grabbed his wrist and stopped him.  "Just relax," she said.

   Relieved that she was off him, Michael lay back and put his arms down,
feeling exposed with his cock fully hard now inside his boxers.  She had to
see it.  Luckily, she was too sweet not to say anything.

   True, she said nothing, but she did something.  Stroking his belly with
her right hand, she wrapped the fingers of her left hand around his shaft,
which was still inside his boxers.  "What are you doing?" he asked.

   "Giving you massage," she said softly, eyeing the restraints.  It was
now or never.  "Nothing more, nothing less, sir.  This is part of your
tension release.  It's perfectly natural, sir."

   "But Kasey..."

   "Shh," she hushed him.  She took her hands away so he stopped.  Crisis
averted, he thought.  What he didn't see was Kasey pulling off her
g-string. "Now, may I keep going, sir?" she whispered in his ear.

   "Kasey, it feels amazing, but it's not right," he said.  He reached for
the shirt on his face.  "This needs to..." His words were cut off by her
g-string being stuffed in his mouth.  Startled, he reached for the gag, but
she grabbed his wrists.  He couldn't see her and didn't want to harm her,
so he only half-resisted.  He would have resisted more fully -- perhaps --
had he realized what she was doing.  She wrapped two soft leather cuffs
around his wrists, clipping them together above his head.

   "Just relax, sir," she whispered once he was under control.  She removed
the g-string from his mouth so he could talk.  "Let me do this.  Don't make
me restrain you further.  You will feel better.  I promise."

   "But Kasey, it's wrong," he said.

   "It's just my hand, sir," she said.  "Let's give yours a rest.  Let me
do this for you.  No one has to know.  It's not sex.  It's just a little
massage with a happy ending."

   "I don't know, Kasey."

   "I do," she said.  "If I take the cuffs off, will you behave?"

   "On two conditions," he said, his voice resigned to his fate.  "One, you
only use your hands.  And two, you take off the towel so I can see you."

   "Yes, sir," Kasey said, a smile in her voice.  She took the shirt off
him first, wanting to see how he reacted, to look into his eyes and make
sure he wouldn't stop her.

   When he saw her, he was stunned.  She was naked, except for heels and
that choker.  He realized that the sheet was actually her shirt and that
her g-string had been the gag.

   He couldn't speak.  She was simply beautiful, flawless.  He couldn't
take his eyes off her.  "I, um..."

   "Thank you," she smiled.  "You'll behave if I take the cuffs off?"

   "Yes, Kasey," he said, looking down at his hard, thick cock.  He didn't
want this.  He knew it was wrong.  But, god, how he needed it.  His cock
was making the decisions, in that moment with beautiful, naked Kasey in
front of him, literally offering her hand, he couldn't think of a reason he
shouldn't let his cock be his guide.  Regret might come later, but right
now, he simply needed release.

   "Good," she said softly, her eyes locked on his as she removed the
cuffs. She brushed against him and this time he squeezed her ass with his
free hand.  She looked down at him and smiled.  "Would you like to touch my
tits, too?" Without waiting for an answer, she leaned over his chest and
his hands went slowly -- as if he was trying to stop himself -- toward her,
reaching for those perky, firm breasts.  He touched her nipples just as she
put her oil-slicked hand back on his dick.  He was so hard.  She grasped
his shaft firmly, jerking slowly while he fondled her tits.  He was so
gentle.  No pulling or squeezing her nipples, no slapping at her tits.  His
touch was nice though and she would very much like to feel his hands all
over her body.  It was easy to see that he was torn, feeling like he was
doing something he shouldn't be doing, not wanting to let himself enjoy it,
even if he couldn't stop himself from going through with it.

   She stepped away from his touch, stepping down alongside his waist so
she could use both hands on him.  She kept jerking with her left hand, long
steady tugs from the base to the tip and back again, while her right hand
roamed freely, touching his balls, teasing the sensitive area behind his
balls, then rubbing the head between her thumb and middle fingers.  He was
moaning now and she watched his face closely, seeing how he reacted to her
touches.

   "It's OK, sir," she said softy.  She put her hand on his balls, cupping
them lightly while she started jerking harder.  "Let it go.  Release that
tension, sir.  Let me take it."

   She took her eyes off his -- breaking the rules of blowjobs, but this
was a handjob and they hadn't been specific about this -- and watched the
head of his cock closely.  She blew on it softly, letting him feel how
close her lips were.

   "Just your hand, Kasey," he grunted.  "I'm gonna cum."

   Kasey looked at him, winked and put her lips around the head of his
cock. He couldn't stop now if he wanted to and she knew it.  She flicked
her tongue across the head just as he started to cum.

   Michael couldn't believe it.  He couldn't stop.  He told himself he
wanted to, but even he knew that was a lie.  He was cumming in waves,
massive blasts flowing into her mouth.  She just kept looking at him,
jerking his cock, lips tight around him, tongue coaxing each spurt out of
him.  He had masturbated a few times lately, but it had been a long time
since he'd had sex and he felt that lag now.  His load felt massive and he
knew her mouth had to be filling up.  He told her she could stop and spit
if she wanted, but she shook her head defiantly, keeping her mouth on him
as she did so.

   As his orgasm finally subsided, she started bobbing her head up and down
slowly, her tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft.  He could feel
the suction as she worked diligently to drain his balls.  When he was done,
she lifted her mouth off of him and stood up.  She had her mouth partly
open so he could see the cum that filled it.  She shrugged her shoulders
and tilted her head to the side, asking the question.

   "You want to know if you can swallow it?" he asked, reading her body
language.

   She nodded.  "Fuck," he muttered, shaking his head.  What difference did
it make now?  "Um, yeah, sure, go ahead, Kasey.  Swallow it.  All of it."

   Kasey swallowed and licked her lips.  She touched his chest and smiled,
"That was yummy, Mr.  Brandt," she said.  "Do you feel better now?"

   "Yes, that was..." he said, then stopped himself.  "No, Kasey, I don't
feel better.  I mean, yes, it was, well, exactly what I needed.  But not
from you, Kasey."

   Kasey looked at him with puppy dog eyes and pouty lips, "I wasn't very
good, sir?"

   "No, Kasey, you were great.  You're sexy and beautiful, but, well,
you're Kasey.  I've known you since you were a little girl.  You're my
daughter's best friend and I'm obviously old enough to be your dad."

   "Or my daddy?" Kasey offered, meekly.

   "Damn, Kasey," he smiled.  "You're incredible.  Any man would love to be
with you.  It's not that.  It's just that I am supposed to be better than
this.  I can't take advantage of you."

   "You think you took advantage of me?" Kasey giggled now.  He was happy
to see her smile return at least.  "Um, I'm the one who tied you up,
remember?  Sir, I have been wanting you for a long time now.  I'm very
sorry about your wife, sir, but once I heard and I knew that you weren't
being taken care of, well, I just, I mean, I saw how hard you got to day
and how big it was.  I just knew I had to do something.  So, I kind of
tricked you, sir.  If anyone took advantage, it was me taking advantage of
you."

   "I appreciate you saying that, Kasey," he said.  "You're a very smart
girl, but you're still young and naïve and innocent.  It's my
responsibility to be mature and protect you.  I'm very sorry.  It won't
happen again.  I promise."

   "But I want it to happen again," Kasey said.  "Please."

   "There will be others and you'll find the right man, Kasey.  But it's
not me.  I'm sorry.  I'm going to go to bed and you should too.  Busy day
at work tomorrow."

   Michael walked to the door, turned around and saw Kasey, standing there,
looking sad and confused.  He had hurt her feelings, which made him feel
even worse.  "I'm sorry, Kasey," he said, walking toward her.  She was
still nude and it was still distracting.  Nonetheless, he hugged her,
squeezing her tight and squishing those perky tits against his chest.  "You
need to know that you did nothing wrong and that everything you did felt
absolutely incredible.  I needed it.  I just have to think about things."

   "Thank you, sir," Kasey said, appreciating the gesture.  "But don't
think too much.  Sometimes it's best just to trust your gut and do what
comes natural.  That's what my coach always told me, and it worked most of
the time.  What we did was natural, sir.  Please don't make it feel wrong
or dirty."

   "A lot of people would say it was wrong," he said.

   "Who cares what they say?  Are they perfect?  Be honest, please.  Do you
want to fuck me?  I mean, really fuck me?"

   "Jeez, Kasey," Michael shook his head, stepping back.  He looked her up
and down.  Of course he wanted to fuck her.  Any man would if
responsibilities, morals and consequences didn't matter.  Everything about
her was imminently desirable.  "Of course I do.  I just, well, I just
can't. OK?"

   Kasey didn't speak.  Just frowned and he gave her a half smile and kiss
on the forehead.  "Good night, Kasey.  Please, don't feel bad."

   "Good night, sir," she said softly.

   Kasey cleaned up in the massage room and then went upstairs too.  She
wasn't tired.  She couldn't help but think of the man in the room down the
hall and how much he needed her.  Maybe not forever.  But for now, for
tonight, tomorrow and the next day, he needed her.  And she ached to give
him what he needed because his big cock and reassuring presence was all she
could think about.  Whatever had taken away his spirit, his fire, his
color, it was still embedded deeply in him.  She wanted to fuck and suck
every bit of it out of him.

   She lay in bed, completely nude.  She wanted to text Megan, but knew
that she couldn't talk to her about this.  So, she texted Mick and Harry.
She told them what happened.

   "What do I do now, daddies?" she asked, including a frowning emoji with
a tear drop.  So far Mick and Harry always seemed to have the answers.  She
hoped they did again.  She tried to turn her thoughts somewhere else while
she awaited their reply.  She thought about Megan.  Was Megan's day as
crazy as hers, she wondered?

   ***

   While Kasey was laying naked in Megan's bed, her belly full of Megan's
dad's cum, Megan was in the hotel room by herself.  But she couldn't text
Kasey.  She could barely move.  She was hogtied on the bed, hands tied to
ankles behind her back.  The "pretty woman" dress was on the floor.  The
g-string was gone and likely would never be returned.  She still wore the
heels.  A ball gag was in her mouth.  A butt plug was in her ass, and a
vibrator was in her pussy.  Nipple clamps were attached to both nipples,
with gold chains connecting her nipples to a dog collar around her neck.

   She lay there, alone, waiting, and thinking about what happened in the
time between the car ride to the hotel and now.  It had only been a few
hours, but what a whirlwind this whole day was turning out to be.  Even
though Mr.  Rothman had left her for what she guessed was close to an hour
now, she knew he would be back.  This day, this crazy, wild day, was far
from over.  She thought about Kasey and what a quiet, easy day she had
probably had, hanging out with her sweet dad and then hopefully taking care
of Mick and Harry.  Part of Megan wished she could trade places.  But
another part of her knew she wouldn't trade places for the world.  This was
where she was meant to be, how she was meant to be displayed, and why she
was on this trip.  She had a job to do and, despite the reluctance and
steep learning curve, she knew she built for it.  She trembled from the
combination of pain and stimulation.  She was close to orgasm again.  Would
Rothman know if she did?  Did he have cameras on her?  She had no idea. 
She knew she wasn't supposed to cum, though.  She tried to hold off,
waiting impatiently for his return.