Jason Eggers
Innocents for sale

Chapter 1

The hot Miami sun beat down on the terrace of the tiny, but adequate apartment of Candace Mead and the humidity was stifling which did not help to improve her already depressed, anxious mood. She sat out in the heat which hung over Coral Gables like a shroud and went over the events of the past week again and again. As hard as she tried, she couldn't quite grasp what had happened, she couldn't understand what it was that she had done or had not done to make Jim change his mind. Jim Shannon had been her boss for over two years and her lover for over the past year, and now it seemed that she would not only have to leave her job as his secretary, but she would no longer feel his arms around her, his lips kissing her and telling her how much he loved her. He used to joke that she was not only the best secretary he had ever had, but also the best mistress. She could hear the ring of his laugh as he teased her, making her blush so that she would have to leave his office so that no one would suspect their relationship.

She had gone to work for Jim right out of secretarial school and although she lacked office experience, he told her that he would train her. Train her, she laughed out loud, trying to fight back the tears that were building up in her eyes. He surely had, in more ways than one! She was green, innocent and full of good hopes in life when she left home and went to Miami to work. The cold New England winters had lost their magic and she wanted to make a clean break from family ties, traditions and make it on her own. Her parents had been apprehensive, but she was eighteen when she made the decision and they could no longer legally hold her. In just two short years so much had changed and now she wasn't sure that she would be able to cope with it. What had seemed so good, so right… after all, they were, or had been, in love, so that did make everything right, but what could she do now! He had told her that he thought she should see other people, get around more, carefully avoiding the real reason that he was just getting tired of her!

In the beginning he seemed entranced with her naivetй, her lack of worldly knowledge and he wanted to protect her. And he taken her on as a challenge, someone to mold and then throw out into the world to fend for herself. But, now she couldn't accept this explanation, she wouldn't let herself, even though she knew deep down inside that it was true. She felt as though the whole world was slowly dropping out from under her and finally the tears began to roll down her cheeks uncontrollably and she sobbed until her lungs hurt and she could hardly catch her breath.

The world was coming to an end!

The whole world that she had lived, breathed and hoped for during the past two years. She was deeply in love with him and just because he was changing, or had changed, did not alter the fact that she did not want to live without him. What would she have to look forward to… what phone call, the warm, marvelous voice on the other end telling her that she was the most beautiful girl in the world and that he had to have her right away! How she waited for those calls, ran to the phone, knowing that it was him and answering, "Hello darling. I'll be right there." She stared at the phone through the terrace door and it sat on the kitchen counter, black and ugly now, unmoving, not ringing and she had the urge to rip it out of the wall. What good was her phone if he wasn't going to call?

She had the awful premonition that this would be the longest week-end that she would spend in her whole life. Just yesterday he had called her into the office about four o'clock as he usually did to arrange where they would meet for a cocktail, only this time it was to tell her that he wouldn't be able to make it and that he would call her over the week-end… sometime. There was something that he wanted to discuss with her. He had seemed so formal, so austere and he didn't give her that affectionate pat on the behind when she turned to leave or the kiss on the cheek. She knew that this was going to be the end and she couldn't take it, she wanted to run, scream, cry, beg, do anything to make him come back, but she didn't, she walked back to her desk and just sat there wondering what she should do. She had seen the button on his phone light up and heard him dialing another number. She knew that she shouldn't pick up the receiver and listen, but she couldn't help herself, so she carefully lifted the receiver and heard him, her Jim, say, "Hello, darling. Sorry I didn't call earlier, but I had a problem to take care of and I wasn't sure what would happen, but can you meet me at the Wreck Bar about six?" She couldn't believe her ears and the lump in her throat grew bigger as she stifled back a sob. She cradled the phone, grabbed her things and ran out of the office, crying hysterically. She went straight home, barely missing several accidents because she couldn't see to drive through her tears, and threw herself on the bed and cried until her eyes burned.

Here it was the next morning and, if any thing, the world looked blacker. He hadn't called to say good-night, to tell her that he was thinking of her and she knew that he wouldn't. The sinking feeling in her stomach made her nauseous and she couldn't even force down the coffee and toast she had made more out of habit than out of desire for food. Yes, today would be a very empty day and as she sat on the terrace she reflected back to the first time he had asked her to go out for more than an informal boss-secretary luncheon.

She had been working for him for just about a year and he had said, "Come on, little one, I'll buy you lunch today… a long one. We've both been working too hard and we need a martini and some relaxation. Get your things, we won't be back to the office today!" Her heart had jumped and she couldn't believe what he had said. She had had a secret crush on him for the whole time she had worked for him, but dismissed it as the "first boss" infatuation, but here he was, actually asking her to spend an afternoon with him! She didn't want to get her hopes up, but maybe he had noticed that she was a woman other than a secretary. She knew that she wasn't a bad looking girl, in fact, rather pretty. Her light brown hair was streaked blond from the sun, her figure was certainly ample, her young breasts were full and firm, her thighs well-toned and the' rest of her legs were the envy of the other girls in the office. She looked like she was Spring's discovery, waiting to blossom into full womanhood and she had been hoping that someone like Jim would take notice.

Without hesitation she grabbed her belongings and told him that she would wait for him by the elevator at the end of the hall. In a few moments they were on their way to a quiet, secluded restaurant in South Miami. The room was dimly lit and there were banquettes and booths rather than the usual tables and she was aware that this particular place did have the reputation as a hideaway for married men and their girlfriends. Jim slid into the seat next to her and gave her hand an affectionate squeeze, saying, "Well, how's my best girl Friday on this lovely afternoon?"

Her heart was pounding so fast that she found it difficult to answer him so she just gave him a nervous smile, moved further down in 'the seat and said, "I'll be better after a martini."

He called for the waiter who seemed to know him by name and ordered two vodka martinis, extra dry and then turned his full attention back to her with a disconcerting gaze.

It was difficult for her eyes to meet his own obvious stare and she had the feeling that he was undressing her with his look. She could feel the color rise in her cheeks and fumbled in her purse for a cigarette.

“I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I,” he said, seeming to sense her flustered state.

"No, not really. It just seems so strange, our being here. Even though you are my boss, I keep getting the feeling that I'm playing hooky and someone is going to walk in and catch me!"

He laughed at her analogy, patted her lightly on the hand and assured that it was perfectly all right that she be there and so she should relax.

She knew by the way that he kept looking at her that he was going to say something to her which was out of the ordinary, and she also felt that it did not have to do entirely with business because he was hesitating, sounding her out with his glances and more obvious stares.

Finally she could not take the tension and was about to say something when the drinks arrived. He had raised his glass to touch hers and said, 'To a very long and meaningful relationship!" and then he waited for her reaction. She stammered slightly and said, "Don't you mean, 'Association' "?

"No, I meant exactly what I said… relationship!" he reiterated.

All she could manage was "Oh!" and took a large sip of her drink.

This all seemed as though it had taken place so very long ago, years ago, not just one year ago. The things that he had told her that afternoon were things that every girl wants to hear and wants to believe. He had been separated from his wife for over a year, he was tired of playing the field and he was ready for the first time in his life to settle down to a real and meaningful relationship with a woman. Woman, she had thought at the time, he considers me a woman! That alone was enough to put her dreams in the clouds.

By the end of the third martini he had her so convinced that she was the one thing he had been looking for that she would have done anything for him. She had heard stories of girls marrying their bosses, and already she had herself among the numbered few. Jim bad been so sweet that afternoon, so flattering, affectionate and sincere that it was difficult even now to completely comprehend what was happening. Could it be that he was going back to his wife? She would be able to take this rather than think that he was telling some- other girl the same things that he had once told her, that he had just grown tired of her and was now looking for a greener pasture.

They spent five hours in that tiny restaurant, a restaurant that had become a favorite for both of them and a place they had gone to many times. When they finally walked outside it was dusk and the humidity was beginning to let up as a breeze blew in from the south bay. She had invited him to her apartment, knowing very well that they would become lovers that very night and knowing that he knew it too so nothing more had to be said. They drove slowly through the palm trees that lined the narrow streets in the Grove as they headed for her place. She sat very close to him in the car, his hand resting gently on her knee giving it a meaningful squeeze every few minutes. His fingers massaged the flesh of her thigh as his hand moved slowly beneath the hem of her skirt and worked its way further up until he could feel the tight elastic of her silk panties under his touch. Her breath was becoming rapid and she could see the tension build on his face as he quickly withdrew his hand and barely choked out, "We'd better wait until we reach your apartment or we'll never make it!" He said it laughingly, but it was quite true as they were both already close to the brink of their passion. The martinis had relaxed their guard and their desire and lust for each other was at a fever pitch.

It seemed to take hours to drive the short five miles to her apartment and by the time they got there, Jim was sure that he would be about to explode and the ache in her body was making it difficult for her to sit still in the car until they finally pulled into the carport in back of the building.

She had not ever really made love to a man before, she had always stopped her boyfriends just short of that final, all encompassing act, so even though she had done just about everything else, she was sure that she was still a virgin and still completely intact. She had heard stories that the first time you made love it hurt, but she was certain that it couldn't be any worse than the slow burning ache in her loins that was demanding its first complete satisfaction.

Once inside the apartment she didn't even bother to turn on the light and walked straight for the bedroom. Without speaking, they looked at each other, feeling the tension build between them, stretching to the breaking point like a rubber band. They fell together on top of the bed, their hands searching each others bodies as though they had been starved and they were now about to devour each other. She could feel his hands move roughly, demandingly under her skirt and forcing it up over her hips, revealing the thin, white nylon of her panties. Her firm, white thighs trembled under his caresses and she moved her hips upwards so that his fingers could fit under the tight elastic of her panties. She could feel the hard throbbing bulge of his penis as it strained against the confines of his trousers and his other hand was pushing her fingers towards his zipper so that she might release his hard, pulsing organ. She moaned softly as she felt his hand work fully under the tight restrictive elastic of her panties and touch the moist, throbbing lips of her vagina as he teased her to an even greater height. Her fingers moved rather clumsily at first trying to undo the top button of his trousers, but he was quick to help her and soon she could feel the zipper unfasten and the soft cotton of his shorts underneath.

Her fingers quickly reached inside the constricting material of his shorts and grasped firmly around the thick, jerking penis and she gasped, thinking. My god, he's huge!

His lips quickly stopped her gasps and moans and he nibbled gently at her ear and neck and she threw her head back against the pillow in complete abandon. His fingers manipulated the lips of her vagina and rubbed harshly against the hardened bud of her clitoris until she felt that she would not be able to stand it any longer. Her hands worked furiously on his stiffened manhood, forcing the foreskin back on the shaft and then pulling it forward again, stimulating the glans until it was a bright, purplish red and was jerking involuntarily in her hands.

His fingers were now slowly forcing their way into the tight, moist channel of her open vagina and she could feel her warm, wet flesh contracting around his fingers as the pressure increased. It hurt her slightly, but she was too caught up in her passion and lust to cry out or to tell him to stop or be more careful. She writhed beneath his impalement of her vagina forcing his hand deeper and deeper between her legs until suddenly his fingernail accidentally scratched the tight unused walls of her passage. She cried out in pain and he withdrew his hand, startled.

"My, God, you're a virgin, aren't you?" he had whispered with a pleasant surprised tone to his voice.

"Yes, yes… but please don't stop. I want you so badly, please don't stop now."

He got up from the bed and slowly removed his clothing until he stood over her like a Greek god. His physique was admirable, solid and muscular and his massive, swollen penis stood out and jerked up against his stomach. She could not take her eyes off his gigantic organ and she thought how wonderful it was going to be to feel it inside her, filling her every inch of the way and how warm and secure it would feel when he erupted inside her to fill her with the heat of his life giving sperm.

He looked down at her tenderly and gently raised her up from the bed, helping her to remove her blouse and skirt. He looked at the white, fullness of her breasts as they stood up above the cloth of her brassiere and sucked in his breath. He had not realized that she was so well endowed before and this excited him even more. The trim, youthfulness of her figure could match even Venus or Aphrodite. Slowly he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled at the elastic of her sheer nylon panties until they dropped carelessly on the floor. He bent over to kiss the soft white flesh of her stomach as his hands worked behind her to release her brassiere and then dropped that too on the floor next to the bed. Then, his lips began hungrily searching and caressing every inch of her body, nibbling gently at first at the erect pink buds of her nipples and then biting them more demandingly. She could feel his mouth sucking and biting the tender, aching nipples and a slight pain shuddered through her body and she writhed violently beneath him. Her hands ran over the small of his back and under his heavy muscular thighs until they found the soft, roundness of his testicles and teased them tantalizingly, then finally ran her fingers down the long, thick shaft of his rock hard penis. She maneuvered it back and forth, sideways, rubbing it against the inner part of her own tensing thighs as he continued his mouthing of her now quivering belly. He moved his head further down on her body as his fingers found the tiny, wet opening of her vagina and slowly separated the soft, wet lips, the tips probing thrillingly at the erectness of her clitoris. She tried to force her legs together, but his movements were too fast and swiftly pressing her legs wider apart his mouth found the smooth fleshy slit and he began to suck gently on her vaginal lips while his tongue teased her now throbbing clitoris into a frenzy. She could no longer control her body as she squirmed helplessly beneath his relentlessly sucking mouth and a sharp, new sensation ripped through her body like blinding lightning. She gasped for breath and moaned as his swirling tongue continued to drive her to new, ecstatic heights and demands.

"Oooooogggggghhhhhhh God… aaaagggghhhhhhh," she moaned. "I can't stand what you're doing to me… ooohhhhhhh." But there was nothing she could do but to submit recklessly to this furious, passion crazed moment and take it for all its worth.

She thought it would never stop and she was dying to have him inside her, filling her, satisfying this animal need that had sprung up so suddenly without the slightest warning. She moved her hand and fingers more rapidly now up and down his hardened, lust-filled cock until he moved once again, further up on her body. His hands went behind her knees forcing her thighs completely apart so that she lay there spread-eagle and vulnerable, ready for his coming impalement.

"God, you're a hot little thing. I'm going to stretch that tight little pussy of yours until you beg me to stop!" His voice was trembling and thick as he whispered into her ear, his passion now running away with him.

"Oh yes… take me. I love you… I want you… NOW… NOW!" She had had one last moment of indecision but the fires raging now deep in her belly quenched all thought of turning back.

Without further warning he pulled her under him and she could feel the hard knob of his penis as it pushed the wet, throbbing lips of her vagina aside and he guided his thick manhood quickly into her. She groaned, as she felt the first blunt entry and she felt as though she were being split in half, but her passion was too high for her to cry out in protest. She was moaning and gasping, but it was from the coming pleasure as well as from the pain that he was causing her. Slowly he worked his way into her until his rigid shaft of flesh came to the tight elastic covering of her maidenhead. She could feel him pushing against it gently at first, trying to stretch the tiny opening that nature had allowed, but suddenly his patience ended and with a low animal grunt, he plunged into her with one forceful lunge, tearing the thin, tight membrane of her virginity into a thousand threads.

"Aaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhh, stop… God, please stop, you're going to kill me!" she cried out suddenly, but it was too late to go back now. She lacked her legs wildly into the air, trying to release some of the pressure that was building up inside the warm splitting channel between her legs, but it did no good. He was imbedded deep down inside her screaming belly and there was no way on earth to dislodge him now.

He lay still for a second, allowing her to regain her composure and then whispered softly, "Now, you are going to enjoy it, just try to relax and move with me!" He was trying to be tender with her, but his passion was at such a peak he doubted that he would be able to wait much longer before he would explode like a wild, bursting rocket inside the tight confines of her virginal, hot throbbing pussy.

She tried to move under him, but she was still afraid that it would hurt, so her movements were guarded. But after the first few moments of his impalement she realized that the pain she had experienced a few minutes ago was gone and she began to slowly and deliberately grind up into his hips with a renewed fervor. Her body was demanding satisfaction as much as his and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him inside her until she thought she could feel his hardened rod digging into the very bottom of her belly. Every thrust he made went deeper and deeper into her wet, aching cunt and her rotations became more and more rapid as choking sounds of passion and lust rolled desperately from her mouth.

"Ooooooooohhhhhh… aaaaaggggghhhh…" she moaned as she twisted violently beneath him, forcing her hips up to meet his every thrust inside her. He reached down and cupped his hands beneath her buttocks in order to give himself more leverage and force himself deeper into the tight well of her hot, clinging pussy. His penis was throbbing, expanding and jerking and he knew that he would not be able to keep up this pace much longer so he ground into her as hard as he could, burying himself to the hilt.

She could feel his body pounding against hers, answering her need for passion and fulfillment and she could feel the walls of her vagina slowly begin to contract against his massive penis and begin the throes of her orgasm. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this!

"Oh yes, darling, fuck me, fuck me now… I'm cumming… I'm cumming!" she gasped, using words she had never spoken before in her entire life. Knowing that she had reached her peak he thrust into her with increased vigor until he could feel his penis suddenly expand and the hot, liquid sperm spurting from his lust-hardened cock deep down into the convulsing walls of her womb.

"Aaagggggghhhhh," she gasped as she felt the hot, sticky fluid fill her satiated belly.

“That was marvelous, darling… that was wonderful… I” she whispered after a moment, her breasts still quivering and heaving up into his chest.

They lay there together on the bed, satiated and panting, gasping, but not speaking for a long time. Finally Jim broke the silence saying, "I hope I didn't hurt you too much, my darling. I want to make you happy!"

"Oohhhh no," she whispered, "you did make me happy, the happiest girl alive! But I don’t think that I'll be able to walk for weeks!"

He smiled down at her and rolled down to her side. She had fallen asleep that way cradled in the strength of his arms and slept as she had never had before in her life. Happiness was a man called Jim.