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CHAPTER TWELVE

Missy stayed with Mr. Hope until late that evening. She was fucked raw. Her little pussy was throbbing when she left and limped home with her thousand dollars.

She snuck through the house and went to her room. Her grandmother was in the den watching TV. She took a shower and counted her earnings. She had close to three thousand dollars. She went down the hall and made a reservation on the red-eye flight to L.A.

Missy was excited with the possibilities of a new life. She packed a simple bag, then put on a nice faded blue denim skirt, a dark blue sweater, and dark blue jeans. She fixed her hair in long pony-tail and tied it with white yarn. She looked lovely as she appraised herself in the mirror.

She sat down and wrote a note to her grandmother.

I'm running away, but don't worry about me. I am a woman now, and I'll be just fine. Don't try to find me or anything because you won't. Somewhere down the line I'll get in touch with you, and I'll send you some money if you need it. I'm going to be rich.

She waited until she heard her grandmother go to bed, then she slipped out of the house and waited for the cab she had called.

The airport was busy. Missy loved the action. She checked in and got her ticket. She waited until they called the flight and then boarded. She'd never been on an airplane before. She checked the seats and took her assignment in the back near the tail section. It was after midnight. There were few people.

She watched the sexy stewardesses, and then saw a handsome businessman walk down the aisle toward her. He checked his ticket, then checked the seat.

"Hello," he said. "I have the seat here with you."

"Hi, sir," Missy said, moving her purse.

He put his coat in the overhead rack, put his briefcase under the seat, and sat down.

He was handsome and rugged. He had blond hair, and he was thin, lean, almost like a movie star. Missy smelled his cologne which was pungent and sexy.

The plane took off.

Once they had leveled off, the stewardesses served drinks and Cokes. The businessman had a Scotch and water and Missy had a Coke. Then they turned the lights off and the passengers became quiet, many preferring to sleep during the three hour flight.

"Where are you going?" the man asked.

"Los Angeles," Missy answered.

"I'm Hal Baldwang," he said. "I work for IBM."

"Missy Martin," she said.

"What do you do, Missy."

"Nothin' really, sir."

"Do you live in L.A.?"

"I'm gonna."

"What are you going to do out there?"

"Go to school, I guess." Missy noticed how he stared at her big tits, and how his eyes glazed over her tanned legs beneath the short denim skirt.

"You're quite pretty," he said.

"Thank you, sir."

"And you have no place to stay?"

"How old are you, Missy?"

"Eighteen," she said. Missy looked again at the man. He looked like he was about forty. She saw again how his eyes stared at her tits and how the big tits pushed out her dark blue sweater. She also noticed that he did not wear a wedding ring.

"Maybe I could stay with you, sir," she whispered, taking his hand, putting it on her tits.

"Perhaps you could," he said, squeezing her tits, moving a hand to her thigh.

"I'll bet I could make you real happy," Missy whispered, stroking his hard cock which had leaped up in his suit pants.

"Oh, I know you could," he whispered. She unzipped his fly and took his prick out. "I could beat you off all the way to L.A., sir," she cooed.

"I have a condo in Santa Monica," he blurted. "You could stay with me. I'm gone a lot, traveling."

Missy got a good grip on his cock. She pumped him.

"That sounds real good, sir," she purred.