As they headed up the wide, wooden front stairs of the house, however, the front door was opened by a tall, handsome man in his late twenties, with thick, sandy-colored hair and penetrating coal-black eyes. His muscular body was clad in a red-plaid logging shirt and jeans, but the red-haired woman was quick to notice that the man who came forward with the appealing smile to greet them, though hardly an intellectual type, was exceptionally attractive and exuded a calm maturity that was a refreshing change from the dark surliness of Scott Thorpe.
"Hi," the man said, greeting them warmly. "I'm Dirk Mulligan. Jassy couldn't come out yet, so she asked me to greet you for her."
A few moments later, they sat in the spacious living room, drinking coffee.
"What a beautiful house this is. Do you live here too, Mr. Mulligan? May I call you Dirk?" the vivacious redhead asked sweetly. "Do call me Amanda, it's so much friendlier, don't you think? You have no idea how pleased we are to be staying here. Scott so wanted to learn more about mining and the Beaulea mine in particular. Are you a miner?"
"Yes… yes, as a matter of fact. I am," he replied somewhat awkwardly. He didn't know why it was that every time his eyes made contact with the flame-haired beauty, he felt himself blushing like a schoolboy. "Been working in the mines since I finished high school."
"You must like your work. But your wife must hate it. It's a dangerous job, isn't it?" she replied.
"Yes, it is dangerous, but I don't have to worry about worrying a family. I'm not married."
"What a shame," Amanda smiled, delighted to discover that this handsome miner was single, for the experienced woman found herself growing more and more drawn to the handsome man.
Scott, meanwhile, was lounging in a big easy chair, trying to keep from showing his intense boredom. As far as he was concerned, Dirk Mulligan was a bore, and he would have preferred to be exploring a few discos and picking up a few hot dates back home in the city.
"Awfully big house for this place, I mean town, isn't it?" he inquired finally.
"Oh, it wasn't built by the company," Dirk replied, turning his attention away from the green-eyed female. "It was built by Jassy Newquay's grandfather, he did it himself."
"Jassy?" Scott asked, forgetting what Amanda had told him in the car. "She lives here too, does she?"
"Yes, all her life. In fact I don't know what's keeping her now," the handsome miner replied with a smile. "She usually isn't this late in greeting her new guests."
"Well, it'd be nice to meet her," Scott replied, trying to restrain his intense curiosity about what this Jassy Newquay would look like.
Dirk turned irresistibly back to Amanda, who sat next to him on the large over-stuffed sofa, a vision of sophisticated perfection. Her skin was amazingly clear, almost translucent, and the color of peaches and cream. Dirk found himself unconsciously staring down at the exposed upper part of her softly ballooning tits, and was somewhat startled to realize that she wasn't wearing a stitch of lingerie under the thin silk blouse.
Aware of the handsome man's attention, Amanda languidly crossed her legs, giving him a glimpse of the sleek taper of her limbs. Inwardly she wondered if he would be shocked to discover that she wore no panties beneath her skirt, yet she held back from revealing that much leg to him.
"I suppose we can wait until tomorrow morning before you meet the manager," Dirk, said, struggling to keep the conversation going. "He intended to be here to meet you when you came, but something came up and he won't be able to. He told me to make his apologies. He doesn't like not being able to welcome you himself."
Amanda was about to answer when there came the sudden sound of someone coughing. Turning, she saw Jassy Newquay standing in the doorway to the living room as if making a preplanned entrance.
"Oh, hello, there!" she said in mock surprise. "I didn't realize you all had arrived."
Dirk gulped and almost spilled his coffee down the front of his shirt as he caught sight of the young girl. She was dressed in one of the skimpiest pair of shorts he had ever seen her wear. He wasn't even aware she owned shorts as revealing as that. Her T-shirt was no better. It looked as though it were at least two sizes too small and it outlined her sensuous tits as though it were not even there, and her pale shimmering hair was studiously brushed and shining, hanging just so to her shoulders.
"This is Jassy Newquay," Dirk stammered. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears, and vowed that when he got Jassy alone he was going to turn her over his knee, even if she were his real sister. These two were important people and she knew better than to embarrass herself and the village by showing up in a tiny get-up like that.
Jassy entered the room slowly, her eyes glued to Scott Thorpe's. The disturbed miner saw, as she got closer, that she was wearing mascara and eyeliner. She never usually wore make-up. A far cry from her usual look in blue jeans and overalls.
"Oh, hello," she said again as Scott Thorpe stood up eagerly to shake her hand. His dark eyes glistened with lewd interest and roved almost shamelessly over the scantily dressed girl's appetizing body. "I just came from the garden in the back," she indicated with a toss of her head.
Dirk had never felt so powerless with this headstrong girl. Obviously she was now willing to go to any lengths to annoy him, and it enraged him inwardly to see the way Thorpe's spoiled son was ogling her. God, he was almost undressing her with his eyes. Not that Jassy hadn't invited him to do so! Although he struggled not to show it, Dirk could feel his blood pressure mounting dangerously. Yet somehow he managed to get through the introductions without exploding.
"Do you work in the mine?" Thorpe asked the blonde.
"Oh, yes," Jassy replied eagerly.
Dirk thought resentfully of the fact that Jassy was showing so much interest in the big-shot city slicker when she never even so much as smiled at the local boys.
Meanwhile, Scott Thorpe was struggling not to reveal too much of his obscene reaction to the arrival of the enticing young blonde. There was a steadily mounting pulse of lewd heat burning now in his loins and he couldn't keep his eyes from roving lovingly along the firm contours of the twenty-year olds voluptuous body. Christ, he thought to himself, what a pair of tits she's got! His prick began to lurch hungrily in his trousers and he quickly sat down, not wanting to betray his feelings to anyone else. He could see Amanda smiling knowingly at him, but he didn't care about her. He didn't care about anything but the appetizing vision of the scantily dressed blonde girl. If ever I saw virgin pussy, he mused lewdly, eyeing the tight little 'vee' that nestled between Jassy's firm white thighs, this is it!
Amanda could easily see that Dirk was the protective sort and was reacting with barely concealed anger, and to ease the situation, she decided it was time to act. She placed her hand on the handsome miner's arm and squeezed it, a little bit. Feeling the pressure, Dirk turned to the attractive redhead and was once more caught in her voluptuous spell. There was something about her that seemed to absolutely hypnotize him.
"You have a lovely house here, Jassy," she cooed softly. "You must be very proud."
"Well… uh, yes, yes I am."
"It must be difficult to take care of it all alone."
"Yes, I must admit that sometimes it is. Oh, dear," she covered her pretty mouth with her delicate fingers. "I have completely forgotten my manners. Would any of you like some more coffee?"
"Sure," Dirk replied, now considerably calmed thanks to Amanda's artful charm. "I'd love some."
Turning, the young blonde ambled slowly out of the room, and at that moment, every eye seemed to focus on the prominent, sensually swaying ass cheeks of the unpredictable woman-child. Once more, Dirk felt a throbbing anger rising in his brain, and it was a relief to him when his Jassy finally departed.