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CHAPTER TWO

A few days later, Loretta Reynolds had to leave town to go to a convention in another city. She was giving a paper about women's rights and the law.

Burton took his new wife out to the airport and kissed her goodbye.

"Are you sure you'll be all right, honey? You and the kids? I left you lots of frozen hamburger patties in the freezer. All you have to do is take them out and cook them. And there are plenty of frozen vegetables and lots of salad."

Burton smiled and put his arm around his wife. "Don't worry about us. We'll be fine. In fact, I'm looking forward to spending some time alone with the kids. We haven't really spent much time alone together."

"I just hope they won't be too much for you. Oh – don't forget to make them take their vitamins. And don't forget to pick up your suit at the cleaners."

He laughed and pulled her close to him. He loved the smell of her fragrance – it was the perfume she used.

"Don't worry!" he said nibbling her car. "Don't forget that I'm an old bachelor man. I'm used to keeping house for myself," he said to her.

She sighed. She let herself be held against his lean hard body. She was so lucky, after all those years of living alone, to find a good strong man who was at the same time, tough and macho, and yet who didn't try to restrict her freedom. He knew how important her career was to her.

She said, "Ohhhh, I'm going to miss you, though."

He said, "I'll miss you too." He held her tight.

She rubbed her groin against his groin. "Especially at night," she added with a laugh.

"Ummmhmmm," he said. They had had an especially good hot night of lovemaking the night before. That was one thing he liked about her going away.

It made their sex life very erotic – the night before she went away on one of her trips, and the night she came back. Absence from each other was good for a marriage.

"Flight Number 216 leaving for Miami is now boarding."

"Oh, honey, that's me. Goodbye now!" She kissed her brawny husband again.

He watched her firm buttocks twitching in her shapely skirt as she walked away.

What a wife, he was thinking. But when he turned away he was thinking of something else. He could feel the rustle of that number – of that teenager – in his pocket.

When he got out to his car in the parking lot, Loretta's plane was taking off. Silently he said goodbye to her and then went to a telephone booth. It was five o'clock on a Friday night. The kids wouldn't be home from school for another hour.

Jason had football practice, and Tanya had cheerleading practice.

Extra-curricular activities, what a wonderful thing, he was thinking as he listened to the phone ringing in Ramona's house. He hoped to God she had her own phone. But then it was very unlikely, even if her mother did answer the phone, that she would recognize Burton Reynolds' voice. That incident with her was over a year ago. And it had only happened once. And a lot of men must call up Ramona.

"Hello?" said a girlish voice, a little high.

"Hello, Ramona, this is Burton Reynolds," Burton said in his deep masculine voice. He lit a cigarette in the phone booth. "I've got an hour. I'd like to come over. Maybe I could take you for a drive," he told her.

Ramona's breath was taken away. For a second she forgot to act sophisticated and cool. "Burton! Oh! I-I didn't expect you to call! I mean so soon!"

He didn't laugh or even respond. He just said coolly, "Perhaps you've changed your mind? I'm sorry – I took your offer seriously."

"Oh no! I mean! Yes! I was serious! I mean I am!"

The poor girl sounded very flustered. And she sounded exactly like what she was – nothing but an infatuated high school girl without much experience with men. For Ramona let on as if she had a lot more experience than she really had.

"Well, come on right over, Burton," she said collecting herself.

He said, "Um, er, is your mother home?"

She laughed now, feeling more in control of herself.

"No, Mom's not here for the evening. We can take as long as you like."

He said, "I'll be right there. See you." He hung up.

Driving over in his car, he told himself he was acting crazy. Jeopardizing everything, his new life, his new marriage, his social position in the community, to get it on with a girl who was underage! But he didn't care. There was still a lot of the rake in him.

After all, it was this girl who had come on to him, not the other way around. And if she was willing, as far as he was concerned, then she wasn't underage.

Ramona lived on the other side of the tracks in town. Literally. A railroad line cut the town in two. She lived in a small, somewhat dilapidated house alone with her mother.

Burton pulled the car up under a tree so it couldn't be seen from the road.

Ramona heard his car pull up and she came out on the front porch to greet him.

"Hi there!" she pulled her long blonde hair nervously.

"Hello, Ramona," he said coolly jumping out of his car.

They went into the small frame house together.

It was one of those houses that were put up by the thousands at one point. It had two bedrooms and a living room, and everything looked as if it had been made pre-fab, which it had. The taste was somewhat tacky.

Ramona led her beau into the living room. She made him sit down on the couch. "Can I fix you a drink?" she asked.

She was feeling somewhat self-conscious about herself. She knew her body was shown off to its best in her pretty yellow dress. And she was wearing her new yellow summer heels. She hoped she looked grown-up.

"Do you know how to fix a drink?" he asked her.

"Of course I do. I fix drinks all the time for my mother's dates," she started to say, and then she tried to stop herself. She knew how naive she sounded.

He only laughed. "Okay, I'll have a gin and tonic. You do have gin and tonic?"

"Sure!" She moved across the room haughtily.

But one of her heels caught in the thick shag rug and she almost stumbled.

"Oh!" she cried out catching onto the counter.

Burton laughed. She blushed looking at him over her shoulder.

"It's these shoes," she told him. "I just got them, they're new, and I'm not used to walking on them." She righted herself and fixed the drink.

He noticed that she was also wearing make-up. She had done her eyes and lips and was wearing blush-on.

He didn't like it. He took the drink from her. "Thanks."

She sat down uncertainty beside him. He put his arm around her. She sighed. She started stroking his thighs. They were so thick.

He said, "And is the dress and make-up new too?"

She felt her hair self-consciously. "Yes, do you like it?"

He said, "You didn't put that stuff on just for me, did you?"

"No! Of course not! Well, yes. Don't you like it?"

He said, "It's all right. But that's not the way I want you to look. It doesn't turn me on. At all." He sipped his drink confidently.

She stood up, quite embarrassed and feeling insecure.

"Oh, well, I can change! I don't have to wear these things. It's just that I thought you would like… I mean, I thought they make me look more grown up."

"That's just it," he told her. "They do make you look more grown up. I want you to look young. To look your age. I want to look at you, while I'm fucking you and think, I'm fucking a slut of a teenager!" he said.

His words went straight to her pussy which started to throb. Her breath and voice came out strangely.

"All right! What should I put on?" she asked him.

He said, "Put on – the shortest little pair of cut-off shorts you have, and a pair of really tiny little panties. And a t-shirt. Don't wear a bra."

"All right!" she said jumping up happily.

But she couldn't resist jumping on his lap and giving him a kiss.

Burton sat there, unmoved by this teenage assault. He felt the girl pressing her lips up against his. He felt her hot tongue plunging into his mouth. He opened his lips a little bit and let her tongue assault him. But as far as he was concerned, this was all teen-stuff.

Gently he pushed her off him. "I don't want to kiss you, Ramona," he told her. "I only want to fuck you. But first I want you to give me a blow job."

She stared at him, her heart pounding. His words thrilled her to the very core. Although she had seen the parade of men going into and out of her mother's bedroom all her life, and seeing adults doing most everything together, she had never really had a lover of her own. Of course many of her mother's lovers were starting to come on to her, trying to corner her in her bedroom and feel her up. But she never let them. They didn't appeal to her.

But now, Burton Reynolds, looking like a hunky movie star, wanted her! Really wanted her! He seemed so confident, cool and mature. And he knew exactly what he wanted. And he was using those dirty words with her. The whole thing excited her more than she had ever been excited in her young life. She laughed and dashed off to her bedroom to change her clothes.

"And bring your clothes out here!" he called after her. "I want to see you change in front of me!" He leaned back on the couch and sipped his drink.

He felt happy. Now, that he was married and could still fool around on the side, he had everything a virile man could want out of life.

Ramona came back into the living room with a pair of blue jean shorts that were cut off and ragged, and a pink t-shirt to wear. She put these things down on the coffee table. Then she slipped out of her yellow high heeled shoes.

Her pretty little toes were painted red. Her toes looked like ripe round candies. She wiggled them in the thick shag carpet. She turned around so her back was to him, and lifted her long blonde hair. She unzipped the back of her dress.

"Will you help me?" she said in a helpless feminine voice that she had learned from her mother. He leaned forward and pulled her zipper down.

"Thanks!" she said breathlessly. She stepped out of her dress. She was wearing a white slip underneath. She stepped out of that too.

Now she had her back to him and she was wearing nothing but a pair of tiny blue panties and a white bra. Self-consciously, her hands went behind her to unhook her bra. Her boobs fell out, suddenly released.

She reached behind her to feel for her t-shirt, giving him a prime view of her big, plump, firm tits, though still she didn't turn all the way around.

For some reason, at this moment that she had been longing for, she felt shy and self-conscious. She slipped the t-shirt over her head and pulled it down.

But still he had seen those big, plump, ripe fruit.

"Mmmmmm," he said as his prick stiffened in his pants. He unzipped his fly and pulled the long hardening rod out and began to play with it.

Ramona was unconscious of what he was doing. Now she was trying to pull the tight short shorts up over her thighs and hips.

He watched her pert buttocks twitch back and forth while she tried to pull the tight denim up over her ass and close the zipper.

Then it was done. She turned around. And saw his cock. It was a long spear of a shaft, sticking out between his fingers. He adjusted his pants so that his big red balls rode clear outside his fly.

"Now, that's better," he said looking at her.

She looked exactly like what she was – a slut of a teenager. Her tits bobbed prettily beneath the thin t-shirt.

He said, "Go down on it. Eat my cock." He held it out to her.

Ramona was trembling. She talked like she had done this stuff before. But she never had. Never before in her life. She had only seen her mother doing it.

She pushed the coffee table aside and knelt between his knees. She took his stick in her hand. He grinned and closed his eyes. "Put your mouth on it. Go down on it."

She opened her mouth and put his dick inside. Then she closed her mouth and pushed her head down on his tool, as she had seen her mother do. She could feel the throbbing of his penis in her mouth!

Her heart was beating fast! She couldn't believe this was really happening! Not with Burton Reynolds – the good-looking man who was Tanya's stepfather!

She opened her eyes to look up at him. She seemed to be doing a good job. His eyes were closed and he was smiling.

He opened his eyes. "What are you looking at?" he asked her.

He loved the way she looked, all cute and pert, her blonde hair falling all over her shoulders, with his big cock in her mouth like a lollipop.

"Lick up and down it," he told her, his nostrils flaring.

She took it out and began licking it. She had never seen a cock with a head as big as his. She nuzzled the big wet head of his dick in her mouth. Then with her tongue she began licking up his throbbing shaft.

"Now stuff it back in your throat, honey, all the way down your mouth!"

She smiled. She loved doing this to him. She loved turning him on.

She knew that he was getting turned on. For his cock was getting bigger and harder in her mouth with every move her tongue made.

She shoved the big head of his penis down her mouth. And she gagged. She came up coughing and choking.

"Not that way," he said looking at her funny. "Have you ever done this before?"

She blushed and looked away. She couldn't lie.

"Well, no. Not exactly. I mean I've seen it done thousands of times!"

"Thousands of times? Well, seeing it isn't doing it. Now let me tell you how to do it. Keep your tongue against the bottom of your mouth, and breathe in. When you breathe in, push my cock in as far as it can go. When you exhale, let up on it a little bit, let it come out. That's how you deep throat. Think you got it?"

She nodded eagerly. She opened her mouth wide and stuck his dick in. She breathed in and his penis slid way down her throat.

He groaned and gripped his balls. "That's it, honey."

She saw what he was doing and she moved his hands away. Now she was fondling his balls with her own slender hands. She exhaled and let his cock come half way out her mouth.

"That's right! That's right!" He reached for her big, firm boobs. He pulled her t-shirt up so her melons were naked. They were full heavy weights in the palms of his hands.

"Mmmm," he sighed. "So good, so good!"

Ramona felt so happy. She was finally getting cock, giving head.

And it wasn't to one of her mother's bums – it was to this good-looking mature man! Now she allowed herself to get really into it.

With Burton squeezing her boobs, her pussy began to tingle. She squatted on the floor and pulled one of his legs between her legs. Then she started rising up and down on his leg, giving her pussy something to rub against. She couldn't wait until he started playing with her cunt.

"Okay, that's enough," he told her. "Anymore and I would come. Stand up."

She stood up. His cock was throbbing hot. Her lips were swollen and stretched.

He said, "Stand up here on the couch. I want to eat your sweet hot pussy now."

She climbed up on the couch uncertainly. She had never done this before either – let a man eat out her cunt. Of course, she sure had dreamed about it a lot. But now that it was actually happening, like before, she was a little shy and afraid. Somehow it wasn't happening the way she had always imagined it.

She always thought she'd be desperately in love with some man, who'd be desperately in love with her. First they'd just kiss a lot, and fool around. And gradually, when they both realized how much they loved each other, he would take her in his arms in bed, and then… they would do all this stuff.

Now, this man was pulling her fly down, while she stood above him on the couch. He was feeling into her pussy crack while she still had her jeans on.

"Mmmmm," he was saying. "This is going to be good!"

She licked her lips nervously. "What do I do?"

"Nothing. You just stand there. And spread your legs good and wide. Don't tell me you've never done this before either?"

She looked away and shook her head. She knew she was coming off like an awful fool, after all her big talk and manner and bragging.

If any of her girlfriends ever knew that most of what she bragged about doing was pure bullshit… Now he was biting through the denim.

He had got the zipper down and he was working her shorts down over her hips.

"Nice big hips, I like that!" he was saying.

He got her shorts off one leg. They hung around the ankle of the other. Now he pulled her cunt down to his face. She was still wearing panties.

"Burton!" She laughed nervously. "What are you doing?"

She felt uncomfortable because she knew her panties were wet and stinking, because she was so excited. She didn't know that a man liked that.

He was sniffing at the crotch of her panties, pulling it into his mouth to taste the taste of her cunt, and pushing his tongue through the thin nylon fabric.

"Mmmmmm, good hot pussy." Suddenly his tongue wormed around the edge of her panties and into her furry muff. She felt his tongue hit the wet surface of her pulsing pussy lips. She gripped his hair to keep her head about her.

"Oh!" she gasped once, closing her eyes and reeling.

"Feel good?" he said with a snarling laugh. He tore her panties down off her completely now.

The girl was holding on to his hair, with her eyes closed, and her legs spread wide apart. Her blonde pussy fur was wet around the edges. Her cunt lips were quivering with anticipation.

She was so hot that she did something without thinking. She split her meat open with her fingers and shoved it against Burton's open lips. He grinned and pressed his tongue in her open slit.

"Oooooh," she said closing her eyes. She had never had a tongue in her cunt before! And she was loving it! She writhed with her muff against his face!

One of her boobs was dangling below her raised t-shirt, the other was encased inside the tight t-shirt. She put her hands on his shoulders and she writhed.

Her cunt was sweet and moist and hot – sexy.

He loved flicking the tip of his tongue against her love button.

"Ooooh, I like the way you do me!" she said through gritted teeth.

He split her meat open with his fingers again and plunged his tongue inside. He looked up to watch her close her eyes in ecstasy.

"That's enough!" he said hauling her off him.

"Ohhhhh," she pouted, though she loved to see his wet lips.

She stuck out her tongue and he kissed her, rubbing the wetness of her cunt meat against her own lips. He pulled her onto his lap on top of him.

He guided his penis and it slid right up her cunt.

She'd never fucked a guy before, but like Tanya, she wasn't exactly a virgin. Her own pokings and probings in her own pussy had dispensed with her cherry.

Burton was glad. He didn't like blood. He smiled as his dong slid right up her pussy. He watched her eyes melt into blue puddles as his cock slid in her.

She was on top of him, on his lap, and it was up to her to go up and down. She tried bouncing up and down on top of him. But she wasn't very good at it. She didn't know how to establish a good rhythm and keep it up. He shook his head at her ruefully.

"And I thought you were – Miss Experience," he said.

She said, "I can't help it! Come on, fuck me!"

"Yes Ma'am!" he said slipping her underneath him. Now he was on top of her, stretched out on the couch. He slid his cock into her pussy. She raised one leg over the back of the couch and her other leg stretched out on the coffee table.

The little sixteen year old slut was totally open to him. Totally trusting. Her cunt was wet and hot and inviting. And she was spreading her virgin thighs wide.

He grabbed her big boobs in his hand and he began rubbing them.

"Ohhhh, do it to me, Burton! Do it to me!" the hot slut cried.

He kept sinking his cock in and sliding it back out only to sink it back in again, slowly establishing a steady pounding rhythm. One time when he had slid it out, he didn't slide it back in again. He just kept the head of his penis pushing between her pussy lips.

She opened her eyes. "Come on! What are you waiting for?"

She was breathless with the anticipation of his next plunge.

He grinned. "I want to see you beg me for it!"

"Come on Burton! Don't kid around! I want it! Give it to me! Do it to me! Please!" she begged, putting her arms around his waist and pulling her cunt up around his thick pole. He grinned and bit into her soft tit flesh.

"That's all I wanted to hear, you slut. Just a little begging," and he started really plowing her. He was very close to coming now.

"I want you to come when I say so, slut! Start to come!"

He was pounding his hard meat into her wet cunt.

Her legs went up in the air as if electrified and her pussy started throbbing! Never, in all her years of masturbation had she had an orgasm like this! It didn't stop! And neither did his hard cock!

He knew she was coming and he kept on doing it to her, sliding his hard cock up and down her pussy, and letting her cunt shiver and spasm all over his cock.

Finally she really got down to business, whether she knew it or not, and really started squeezing his cock. That's when his cock exploded.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! It feels good! So good!" she was gasping in little girl sighs.

He grinned with his eyes closed, while he felt his dick giving off great jolting gobs of his hot sperm. Again and again his gun went off in her box.

Her whole body was trembling, and it went on trembling after he had pulled his gun out after he came. Her body was like the body of someone who has been executed by having their head chopped off – the body keeps twitching for a while after it's been severed from the head. She lay on the couch with her eyes closed.

"Oh, Burton. That was fantastic!" she groaned.

He laughed. He was zipping up his pants. "You're not bad either. With a little practice, you'll be able to give a nice little blow job. I guess you've never really blown a guy either, huh?"

"No." She shook her head. Her eyes were still closed as she was reliving in her mind her first fuck. She didn't want it to be over.

"Well, I'll be seeing you. I've got to go. The kids will be getting home from practice. They'll be wondering where I am."

"Wait a second, let me get up, I'll see you to the door."

"No, don't bother, just lie there. Let me see you that way. Will you be playing with yourself and thinking about me while I'm driving home?"

She nodded, putting her fingers to her cunt. Her fingers came up all wet and sticky with his sperm. She put her spermy fingers to her mouth and licked the stuff off.

He laughed. "Bye bye." He left her lying there.

She heard the screen door slam. Then she heard his motor start. She pulled herself up on the couch to watch him back out of the driveway.

Finally, now she had herself a man, a real man, not one of her mother's scummy boyfriends. And she had got him all herself! She lay back down on the couch to touch herself and think about what had happened with him, every detail from beginning to end.

Burton, driving home on the highway that cut through town, was whistling. He knew that Ramona was Tanya's age. But he just didn't feel bad about what he had done. He couldn't think about Tanya and Ramona the same way. Tanya was a good girl, and she came from a good family. Her mother was respectable. Tanya one day would go to college. She would become something, make something of herself. At least if he had any say in the matter. He knew she was intelligent.

But Ramona was another matter. She was born to be a slut just like her mother. He had seen that kind too many times. She'd either get pregnant before she finished high school and end up marrying some local boy who worked as a grease monkey in a garage.

And she'd have a couple of children right away, and turn into a tired looking pair of tits hauling around two children and nagging her husband.

Or else she'd become a secretary, typing was the only thing she could do, no doubt. And she'd sleep around a lot. Maybe if she was lucky and kept her looks, she'd even nab the boss of her company. He had seen that happen many a time too.

The hot secretary marrying the boss of the company…

When he got home, Jason and Tanya were just arriving. Jason was all hot and sweaty from football practice, and he went to take a shower before dinner. Tanya had showered in the locker room at school. But her checks were all healthy and rosy.

"I got that job!" she told her stepfather happily.

"What?"

"That job at the Burger Joint. I'm going to work there. Starting tomorrow!"

"Hey! Good for you sugar! What do you know!"

He headed out to the dry sink in the living room.

"This calls for a drink!" He opened a bottle of wine.

He poured a glass for himself and another one for her.

"Come on, drink up, it's not every day that a girl gets her first job!"

She drank it, beaming happily. Things seemed so much better around the house now that Burton was a member of the family. He was so much more lenient than her mother.

"Can we call the ranch, I mean the stable, that Ramona knows about tomorrow? You know you have to make reservations in advance!"

At the word, Ramona, Burton flinched.

But his daughter didn't notice. She was too involved in her own thoughts.

"I wonder how many horses we should rent. I think I'll just invite Cheryl and Ramona and me. And I guess Jason can come if he wants to. And you, of course, Burton. And Mom, if she wants to. Though I doubt she wants to. She's such a scaredy-cat about trying new stuff." Tanya babbled on innocently.

"Listen, I want to talk to you about something, sugar," Burton said. They walked back into the kitchen where he was fixing dinner.

"What?" she said perching innocently on the counter.

She was wearing a pair of white short shorts and a red t-shirt and her white gym socks and a pair of sneakers. Her long reddish hair hung thickly over her shoulders.

"Well, it's just that I don't know if you should be hanging out so much with Ramona. She seems… a lot more advanced than you, in some ways."

"Oh Burton! Ramona's my best friend! You sound just like Mom! Besides! She just likes to talk big and act big. But she's just a kid like me. She has a lot more troubles at home to cope with – that's why she acts like she knows so much. If you could get to know her like I do, you'd really like her. I know you would."

He smiled. He patted her knee and unfolded the tin foil around the hamburger patties. "How many do you want? One or two?" he asked his stepdaughter.

"Three! I'm hungry!" the pert cheerleader said.

Just then Jason came in, rubbing his hair dry.

"Hey Sis, did you get a chance to talk to Ramona today?"

Again, Burton inadvertently flinched at the name of the girl he had just come from. A picture flashed across his mind of the girl lying with her legs spread, her twat open, and her fingers squirming in her pussy, as he had left her.

"Yes, she said she'd go out with you. Just once. As a favor to me!"

"Well hot damn!" Jason flicked his towel through the air. It caught Tanya on the thigh. "Ouch! You creep!" she said.

"What's this about Ramona now!" Burton asked his stepchildren.

"Tanya fixed me up with her. I'm going to take her out on a date. Can I use the car one afternoon, Burton. I'll be real careful with it, I promise!"

"Now, Jason, I was just telling your sister here that I don't think that girl is the kind of girl either one of you should be hanging out with."

"Aw, Burton! Every guy in the school wants to go out with her. I don't know if you know about it, but her mother's got this real reputation. Like she puts out a lot. And everyone figures her daughter will be the same way. Plus did you get a load of those knockers!" Jason made two bulging bundles with his fingers at his chest.

"Jason!" Burton said sternly, turning on the heat under the skillet. "Don't you talk that way in this house, and not in front of your sister! I won't have that kind of talk in this house, in front of women! Now go set the table."

Burton was truly irritated as he checked the flame and flipped the frozen hamburger patties onto the skillet and they started to sizzle.

He didn't like the idea of his stepson taking out that girl. She was a slut all right, and he didn't care if other men had her.

But the thing was, she might talk. And he didn't want the information that he had gone over to her house and screwed her being passed around on the adolescent grapevine. He opened a box of mixed frozen vegetables.

"I can see the minute your mother leaves, the two of you go crazy and think you can do whatever you want." He ripped the box open with his teeth.

"I like being here with just you, Burton. You're more fun than Mom," Tanya said, dangling her legs against the counter.

But Jason was still pissed off. He came back into the kitchen.

"Look for Christ's sake, Burton. I'm just saying that I'm going to take this girl out one time. I mean – Jesus Christ – she doesn't even like me. But I've got to get some experience with some girls sometime. And she just might let me."

"Not in front of your sister!" Burton growled at his stepson.

"Oh Jesus! I know all about the birds and bees, Burton!" Tanya told him.

Her eyes were gleaming. All she could think about was her first horse.

The next day, Tanya reported to the Burger Joint at nine o'clock in the morning.

She was given a spare uniform to wear – an ugly orange dress with white trim. The dress was very short and just barely covered her pert ass.

"Is it supposed to be that short?" she said doubtfully.

"Yeah, and you got to wear stockings. You got any stockings with you?"

The girl named Trixie was helping Tanya get ready.

"No. I just wore my sneakers and my socks."

"Sneakers is okay, but you got to wear stockings. Here, I got an extra pair."

Trixie had her own little locker in back. She opened it and reached for a spare set of pantyhose she had in there. Tanya saw a picture of a horse on the inside of her locker. She jumped up to look at it more closely.

"Hey! Wait a second! What's that! A horse!"

"Yeah. You like to ride? I like to go riding out in the country. It beats all this city shit. Do this! Do that! If I ever save me up enough money, I'm going to buy me a place in the country, settle down there and never come out. I've had enough of this city life," Trixie said cynically. She was thirty years old – not really a girl at all anymore, the way innocent Tanya was.

Trixie had dyed red hair and she wore lipstick. She was smoking a cigarette. She watched Tanya take off her sneakers and socks and pull on the pantyhose. She noticed Tanya's long, lean thighs and looked away.

"This your first job, kid, or something?"

"Yeah! How could you tell?" Tanya asked excitedly.

"Well, you seem kind of all enthusiastic," the redhead said.

"Tell me all about your horse. I mean do you own him?"

Tanya pointed to the picture on the inside of the locker.

"Own him? Aw no. That's just a picture I pulled off a calendar. I just rent a horse to go riding on the weekends. But someday maybe I'll own my own."

Tanya said, "I'm going riding for the first time in a couple of weeks. For my birthday. I've never been on a horse before. But I've read all about it."

"Reading about it and doing it are two different things," Trixie laughed. "It's like reading about making love and actually doing it."

She looked the young high school girl up and down.

"But I don't suppose you know about that either," she said.

Tanya shrugged philosophically. "I know some," she said.

"Yeah, I suppose you do. I knew some when I was your age too."

They heard the boss setting up the food bins inside.

"Well, I guess we'd better get going… Dick don't like it if his employees spend too much time talking in here. And listen, just one word of advice, if he tries anything funny with you, you just come and tell me. Don't be afraid. He'll take as much as he can get away with, but you don't have to give him nothing."

Tanya's eyes opened wide. All this was new to her.

The day passed both quickly and slowly. Tanya thought it would never end. It seemed that she was on her feet, serving people for hours. All she had to do was take their orders, mark them off on a piece of paper, as the people came up to the counter, and then slap the orders down behind her. And she had to take people's money and give them the right change.

But all day long, people were hassling her. She had never noticed how irritable and impatient people could be. One man got furious because he ordered a burger without mustard and by mistake he got one with mustard. He almost had a fit. She couldn't believe it.

"I'm very sorry sir. But nobody's perfect. I'll give you another burger."

Another man got the wrong change. She had shortchanged him by twenty cents.

"I saw that!" he announced loudly. "It's a good thing I counted."

Tanya sighed and wiped her forehead. She gave him the twenty cents.

Would this long day never be over? At her coffee break she talked with Trixie.

"How's it going?" Trixie said smiling at Tanya.

Tanya sighed, rubbing her feet. She felt like crying.

"Take it easy. Just relax. First day on the job is hard anywhere."

Trixie went to her locker and opened it to get out another pack of cigarettes.

She stared at the calendar picture of a horse, a fine big black stallion, standing in the middle of a wide green field. She smiled and said, "I like to look at it. It gives me a cool, peaceful feeling to look at that horse and think about being out in the country."

Tanya came up and stared at it too. She could imagine the very power of that horse, as he powered across the field beneath her. It brought a tingling to her tired thighs.

Then they had to go back in to work again. The afternoon was even worse than the morning. It was more crowded. And Dick kept coming up behind her to watch what she was doing. He made her very nervous. He was a big, middle-aged man who was balding. And Tanya could see by the look in his eye as he looked at her thighs when she bent over that he was a lech. He owned the place.

Tanya wiped the sweat from her forehead. It was hot.

"Don't do that! The customers can see you! You think they want to think about getting a burger from your hands after you've been wiping your sweat!"

Dick was coming up right behind her. Her uniform was sticking to her and her armpits were wet. But she didn't want to argue with him. She just kept her mouth shut and said, "Yes, sir."

But later on in the day, she suddenly realized he was leaning up behind her. His full body was leaning against her and she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She turned around suddenly disgusted. His penis was hard and he was rubbing it against her buttocks.

"Excuse me!" she said loudly, pushing him away.

She wanted to tell Trixie, but Trixie had already gone for the day. She knew that she was in for trouble.