by Brad Harris

Caged virgin

CHAPTER ONE

"Sure," he told her. "I'd love to give you a job. Don't ever let it be said that Joe Cousins failed to aid a lady in distress."

His eyes gaped at the lines of her body, zeroing in on her firm, ripe tits. Lynda felt a rising discomfort at the way he eyed her, a growing uneasiness as he took the liberty of leading her back to his office with an arm securely around her waist. She could feel the heat of his desire for her. The young girl realized that this was not the best man to approach for help.

She would never have approached him, except for the theft. She had been careless for just a moment. She had run into the post office to mail a card back to Brill. In her haste to send the message she had left her purse in the car. She came out in time to see her car disappearing down the small road that wound through the dusty little town.

She could have called Brill. Her over-sexed boy friend would have leaped at the chance to help her out of a jam. He would have rushed to her aid, even if he didn't figure it might make her more agreeable to going to bed with him. He would, though. That's exactly what he would figure. That's exactly why she didn't call him.

"Now, honey," the owner of the small diner asked her, "where have you worked before? You ever waited tables?"

He stared at her tits as she explained that she had never been a waitress before. He seemed not to even hear her as she explained the circumstances of her being there. He looked at her as though he wouldn't have believed her if he had heard her. He grinned lewdly at her, licking his lips like he wanted to eat her.

"In other words," he grunted, "You have no job and no money. All right, sweetheart, I'm an easy man to please. You can work here for a few days. You be nice to old Joe and you can work here as long as you need to."

He pulled her to him and grabbed her tightly. His mouth came down over her lips while one hand groped for her tits. He got her blouse open and tried to squeeze his fingers inside her bra. Lynda tried to pull away as he pressed at her nipple, sending warm sparks of terrified delight through her tits. She felt his tongue come into her mouth, lapping about sensuously. He suddenly pulled his hand out of her bra and reached beneath her skin, pulling the material up as he grabbed at her pussy.

"No!" she gasped, pulling her mouth from him. "No!"

"Oh, hell yes!" he laughed, his hand gripping roughly at her cunt. "Baby, you need some help. Old Joe is willing to look after you just as soon as you look after Joe's hot old cock."