James Armstrong

Young mothers work harder

CHAPTER ONE

If it weren't for her legs, she would starve to death. Now, those same legs that brought subsistence for her and Danny were bringing her trouble.

No one was bothering her, but Donna sensed trouble coming as she walked between tables in the dimly lit barroom, carrying the plastic tray with empties back to her place behind the bar. It warn a slow night, she only had fifteen minutes left until closing time and there were only five people left. The halfway-drunk couple seated at the bar, the elderly white-haired man just coming back from the restroom to his barstool, and the two guys sitting, at the table in the darkest corner. It was the curly haired good-looking guy she knew as Tony. Every time she walked past that table he looked at her like he was seeing right through her skimpy outfit, and in his eyes there was more than mild interest.

She reached down and tipped up the mirror she kept below the bar. Her blue satin dress almost covered the tops of her sheer stockings and the little round garters that held them up. The stockings and garters were twisted a little out of place, so she straightened them. As she wiggled her ass and swayed back and forth in front of the mirror, her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her own bare thighs above the garters.

Four months before, when she'd started running the bar, she'd worn pantyhose under her uniform, and the tips she'd gotten had been pretty small. As soon as she started showing a little bare legs above her stockings, the tips started getting bigger. Finally, she shortened the uniform dress so it showed a little of her ass whenever she bent over a table.

She needed the tips to live on. Her pay for running the bar, and being the sole employee, was the minimum wage, that and free rent in a shabby little apartment upstairs. On a good night she got double her wages in tips. It was enough to support herself and little baby, Danny. But it was barely enough.

She shrugged and checked for last drinks before closing time. The old man was on his feet, reeling toward the door. The halfway drunk couple still had their glasses nearly full, enough to last them the ten minutes remaining. Donna picked up her tray and walked back among the tables.

As she approached the table in the corner, she flipped her flowing blonde hair forward over her shoulders and smiled.

"How 'bout it, fellas? Last call."

The skinny man she knew as Bill said, "Guess I'm okay, Donna."

Tony looked up. "I'll have another."

There was a big wet spot on their table. Donna set her tray down, slipped clean coasters under their glasses, and took a napkin and mopped at the spilled drink.

Like lightning, Tony's hands darted up her dress, grabbed the elastic of her panties, snatched them down to her knees and let them fall around her ankles.

Donna was too startled by his speed to react. She kept smiling as she finished wiping the wet spot. Then she stepped out of the nylon cloth and kicked her panties under the table.

"One more, coming up," she said as she turned and started back toward the bar.

All the way to the bar, she wondered if she was doing the smart thing. She could have taken her drink tray and bashed Tony over the head with it. It would serve him right, but maybe it would be over-reacting.

She mixed the drink, took it on the tray back to the table and set it down, standing as far back as she could and still reach the table. While she picked up the empty glass, Tony's hands moved like lightning again.

One hand grabbed her asscheek under her dress and pulled her toward him. She took a step to regain her balance, her feet now spread wide. His other hand went up her dress to her crotch, rubbing over her cunthair.

His hand was warm as his finger slipped up into her outer fold and pushed through her inner cuntslit. As though obeying some instinct, her ass rolled down and her hips rocked up as his fingers slipped deep into her cunt, bringing a wave of tingling warmth with it. Furtively, she glanced around. The drunken couple was oblivious. The skinny man at the table just looked amused.

Tony let his finger slip down, then he slowly ran it back up, crooked just inside her inner cuntlips.

"Oh!"

The electric flash jerked her hips forward as his fingertip touched the nub of her clit.

Donna stood with her cunt impaled on his finger until her breathing slowed, then she bent down and murmured in his ear, "What, do you want?"

"I want to see you after closing," he said.

"Get rid of your friend and we'll talk about it."

He nodded slightly and loosened his grasp on her asscheek. His hand was motionless as she straightened her legs, slipping her cunt up off his finger. Still smiling, she backed away and turned and walked behind the bar.

A few minutes later, she announced that it was closing time. When the last of the customers had gone, she locked the door.

Wondering if she'd done the smart thing, she strutted back to the table where Tony waited. She stopped in front of him and stood with her hands on her hips.

"Well, Tony," she said, "what did you want to see me about?"

Tony smiled and reached out, slid his hands up her thighs over her stockings and garters, inside her dress and grasped the soft flesh of her naked hips. His grip was firm but not hard enough to hurt.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you in front of Bill," he said, "but I had to find out if you have what it takes."

"What it takes for, what?"

"What it takes to work in a better place than this."

She couldn't keep from laughing. "Any place is a better place than this. Well, do I have what it takes?"

"Maybe," he said. "I run a restaurant called the Palomino. It's a real class act. You could make double the tips you get here. You handled yourself just fine a few minutes ago… like a customer had too much to drink but you didn't piss him off. Just one thing – any girl that works at the Palomino has to be a real looker."

"Well, am I?"

"I think so," he said. "But I can't tell for sure."

"Well, this dress isn't very concealing."

"I know, but I need to see more of you." She shrugged. It sounded like a line of bullshit, but she liked being looked at. If he was nice to her, she'd take off everything but her earrings.

While he held her by the hips, she reached her arms back and drew the zipper on her dress all the way down to her ass. She bent her waist back, leaning against the support of his hands on her hips, and watched his eyes as she took the hem of her dress and slowly drew it up, off her hips, up over her waist and over her tits. His eyes followed the hem up to where her lacy bra was exposed, then they dropped back to her cunt.

She drew the dress up over her head and tossed it on the nearby table. His eyes rose to follow her hands as they unclasped the hook on the front of her bra. The cups stuck to her tits momentarily, then came loose as she drew the straps back. Her tits jiggled slightly, then remained pointed firmly forward.

Wearing only her gold earrings, high heels, stockings, and the little encircling garters, she stood in his grasp while his eyes traveled down from her flowing blonde hair to her hair-lined pussy.

His hands were surprisingly strong on her hips as he twisted his arms, making her bend her knees, tilting her pelvis forward. Standing as she was with her legs spread, she was sure he could look right into her cunt.

He said, "Donna, you are really built. What are your statistics?"

"Oh, about five-two, a hundred ten pounds, thirty-three, twenty-three, thirty-four."

"I've never seen nicer legs than yours."

"Thanks, Tony," she said. "Does that mean I get the job?"

"You've got everything it takes… good looks, a good disposition. If you're nice to me, the job's yours."

"Does that mean what I think it means?" Tony nodded. His leering grin was gone. In its place was open admiration as he looked at her body.

"Tony, do I look like a whore?"

He pulled his eyes from her cunt and looked up at her face, startled. "No, Donna! Hell, no! You're a beautifully built girl! You're not a whore!"

"Then, Goddammit, stop treating me like one. I don't fuck for money. I won't fuck for a job either. If you want me to go to bed with you, all you have to do is ask."

He swallowed and said, "All right, Donna. I'm sorry. I'd really like to fuck you. Will you come to bed with me?"

She passed a hand lightly over the trace of beard stubble on his jaw and said, "Let's go upstairs."

When he released her hips, she bent and picked up her panties and then gathered up her dress and bra. As she walked naked before him, he followed her up the dark, creaking stairs.

In the tiny combination living room and bedroom, she tossed her clothes on the dresser, motioned toward the easy chair, and said, "I'll be right back. Just want to look in on Danny."

Standing by the crib in the little connecting room, she drew the blanket back and picked up the tiny sleeping figure. She held his face against her tit and he sucked the dry nipple in his sleep. His eyes never opened.

Donna sensed a presence behind her and turned. Tony was standing there, smiling.

"He's real cute," he said. "You think a lot of him, don't you?"

"I'd do anything for the little fella," she said, putting him back in the crib. She tucked the blanket around him and then followed Tony out, closing the door behind her.

She said, "Would you like me to take the rest of my clothes off?"

He squeezed her thigh just above the stocking and said, "I like you just the way you are."

"Then let me help you undress."

She unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off his arms. While he unbuckled his belt, she unzipped his fly, then pulled his pants down and off his feet. While crouched, she untied his shoes and pulled them and his socks off.

He had peeled his T-shirt off. The bulge in his shorts was big. Kneeling, she pulled his shorts down, and he stepped out of them, stark naked.

His cock was stiff and big in front of her face, easily eight inches long, and bigger than any cock that had ever fucked her, bigger than any cock she had ever gone down on.

Still kneeling before him, she took the prick in her hand and put her lips to the cockhead. Her lips stretched into an oval. She sucked hard. Tony groaned and his hips quivered slightly.

She slipped her mouth off his cockhead and kissed the piss-slit.

"Let's use the bed," she said.

He got on the sagging bed and lay on his back. She straddled his shoulders with her knees and bent down toward his cock.

Donna couldn't take her eyes from his cock as her lips approached the prickhead. It was impossibly big, too thick to fit in her throat, too long to go down on fully.

She pushed her mouth down against the huge prickhead, making her lips stretch out. Then, as the head went into her mouth, her lips pushed out over it and slipped down tightly around the shaft.

Donna worked her lips down over Tony's cockshaft until the head filled her throat. When she swallowed, his prickhead worked a little farther back in her throat, but she couldn't breathe.

She ran her lips back up the shaft to the head and breathed through her nose, then went back down.

Her lips ran a little farther down his cockshaft this time before the head stopped in her throat. She swallowed and brought it farther back. She swallowed again and her nose touched his balls. Her lips were almost at the base of his cock when she had to slide her mouth back up to the cockhead and breathe.

Then, in one motion, she ran her mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, until her chin pressed into his cockhair and her nose rubbed firmly against his balls. She pulled her mouth all the way back up the shaft, breathed then slipped her lips back down to his groin.

Tony was groaning and writhing under her treatment.

"Am I working fast on you?"

"A little," he said, breathing hard. "Get on your back and let me go to work on you."

Donna lay on her back while Tony got up on hands and knees. He put his mouth down to her pointed left tit and gently sucked the nipple. He cupped her right tit in his hand and pinched the nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently rotating the brown nipple-flesh back and forth.

He sucked harder and the tingling warmth surged through her tit as her nipple became erect. Then he moved his mouth to her right tit and started squeezing the left with his hand. The nice tingling warmth spread through her tits and she found herself groaning and writhing under his movements.

Suddenly he stopped sucking and said, "You've got the nicest tits."

"They're too little," she said. "I know a girl who has forties."

"Yeah, but I'll bet they sag way down. There's no sag at all to yours. They just stand up all by themselves."

He moved down beside her legs, sliding his hands down into the hollows of her waist, out over her hips, and down on her stockinged thighs.

His hands were firm on her legs as he grasped her, just above the knees, brought her thighs straight up, then spread them straight out to the side so they were down flat on the bed. Her cunt mound, with its covering of short blonde cunthair swelled high. She could barely see her pouting outer cuntlips.

He knelt between her legs and took her outer cuntlips each between thumb and forefinger and slowly rubbed up and down the length of the moist, warm flesh. Donna stretched her arms above her head and reined as she watched him manipulate her cunt, making slight tingling waves of warmth flow through her.

His fingers probed deeper, and the waves of warmth built as his fingers grasped her inner cuntlips, rubbing them as well. She tried to relax, but her hips rocked gently against the motion of his fingers as they slipped up and down for the length of her inner pussylips.

"Your cunt's so little. I hope I don't hurt it when we fuck," Tony said.

Donna's hips rocked higher and her breath came faster.