"Charley," the petite blonde girl laughed, "meet Greg Reeves. Greg just came to work for us."
Now it was Charlene's time to drop her gaze. She fixed her eyes on the boy's groin, observing the magnificent bulge in his pants.
"Work where?" the brunette asked. "You going to work up here with me at nights?"
John Roberts put his arm paternally around Greg's shoulders and pulled the brunette against him with his other hand. He laughed.
"Charley," he told her, "I think I've found the stud for you. The other night I went to the rest room out at the truck stop. I was standing there pissing when I looked over. Damn if I didn't see a cock that just about matches your pussy. Hired the guy on the spot."
Greg blushed as he listened to his boss tell about his pecker. He grinned sheepishly at the brunette, then his eyes shifted to the little blonde. Charlene suppressed the quick flare of anger that flashed through her.
Damn him! He was like all the other men. He preferred a little whiff of a blonde to a bed full of woman. Damn him!
Charley glanced over at Kathy. The small blonde was aware of the boy's interest. Greg had no more chance of getting his cock into that blonde's pussy than he had of pole vaulting to the moon. Kathy was private property – John Roberts did not allow any other pricks to get into that young cunt.
The brunette walked away from the group as Roberts began pouring a round of drinks. She slipped back into her panties, then pulled tight slacks up her long, lithe legs. She slipped her blouse on, then joined the others for a drink.
Greg was trying to get the blonde into a conversation. Charlene watched for a moment, then downed her drink and held her glass out for a refill. Greg had better learn the set-up around here fast. He could fuck the boss' wife. He could fuck the seductive little red-head if he could stay out of sight of Roberts while doing it. He'd better leave the blonde alone, though.
"See you guys tomorrow night," Charlene told them as she fished her second drink. She looked laughingly at the boy. "Maybe I'll see just how well-endowed you are tomorrow night."
She swung out of the studio. Fuck the boy, anyway. Shit, she would have taken him home with her tonight if he'd been interested in her instead of the blonde. As it was, she'd have to go by the Wayside Inn and find her stud for the night.
CHAPTER TWO
"What did you expect?" Charlene asked as he gaped at her voluptuous tits. The brunette arched her back and thrust her breasts toward him while he attempted to regain his composure. Inside, she was silently pleading with him. Don't lose that hard-on, she begged. Even if I have taken off my blouse and shown you my tits, don't lose that bone.
"I… I… I really didn't imagine they could be… so… so… so huge!" he stammered.
"You should have," she laughed. "I've been rubbing them all over you while you got up courage to bring me on inside."
It was true. She had done her best to tease him as they stood outside his door. She had rubbed her pussy along his leg while he kissed her. Her hands had caressed his neck while his cock grew harder and harder.
She had spotted him when she entered the bar of the Wayside Inn. She walked past him, deliberately swinging her ass in her most tantalizing fashion. This tall, blonde man had seemed to be the likeliest stud of any of the men sitting along the bar. This was the spot where salesmen ended up sometimes during the week, arranging their schedules so they could take advantage of the area's most notorious pick-up parlor.
Charlene slipped into her chair at a table and waited. She ordered her drink and looked around the room. The tall man at the bar was still watching her. She returned his gaze for a moment, then demurely looked away. No need to frighten him off by appearing to be too anxious.
As she turned her face away, however, the brunette stretched back against her chair to give him a full view of her tits. She saw him stop the waitress as the girl passed him.
Charley was not surprised when her drink was delivered.
"Compliments of an admirer," the young waitress smiled at her. "One of the men at the bar."
"Tall, blond, in the fourth seat?"
"You don't miss much, do you?" the girl laughed. "Yes."
The brunette smiled and nodded toward the bar as she lifted her drink in a silent toast. He had a nice smile, a very nice smile. More important, he didn't seemed to be threatened by her size.
She waited patiently for him to approach her table. Surely the tall bastard wanted to do more than buy her a drink and sit over there watching her. She turned down two invitations to dance with other men, then decided that perhaps the blond needed a little needling.
When the third invitation came, she agreed readily without even taking the trouble to look the man over. She rose immediately and led the way to the floor. She turned to look down on a short, chubby, partially bald man. The big brunette smiled as she realized how amusing they probably appeared to anyone watching them.
The fellow's head barely escaped being at tit level. She almost expected him to bend down slightly and try to suck on her big tits right there.
She rubbed her tits sensuously against him and opened her thighs. As she pressed her luscious body against him, she could sense the excitement being generated in the chubby little guy. She felt his prick begin to respond. She felt his breath become quicker and shorter. The knowledge that he was getting horny only encouraged her to tease him more.
"You're new around here, aren't you?" she purred. "I don't remember seeing you before."
"I get through this part of the state two or three times a year," he answered. "This is the first time I've ever come to the Wayside, though."
"You must make it a regular part of your stay," she laughed, her tits smashing against him.
Charlene suppressed a laugh. The poor man had just realized that she was bra-less. His cock leaped in surprise and delight. He pulled her tighter against him and grabbed her ass roughly, his fingers digging into her firm buttocks.
The song ended, giving the brunette a chance to escape the clutches of the puffing salesman. Charley walked ahead of him as they returned to her table. She could imagine how his cock was sticking out in his pants and how he was struggling to subdue it.
She caught the amused expression on the tall blond at the bar as he watched them return from the dance floor. She smiled up at the salesman as she sat down at her table, shaking her head in refusal of his offer to dance again. Charlene wanted to wait now for the blond man to decide to try his luck.
She noticed a fresh drink and looked over toward the bar. His smile answered her question. Once more she held the drink up before him and slowly drank a toast to him.
This time he got the message. Charley watched him get up and walk toward her. Her eyes went immediately to his groin, trying to determine how much prick he might have. She was disappointed. Either he was awfully controlled or he didn't have a great amount of cock to offer her. Still, he was a good-looking man.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked as he stood up over her.
His eyes dropped to her tits, then came back up to meet her gaze. Charley smiled warmly and nodded toward a chair.
"You sure the hell took your time about it," she scolded him. "I was getting afraid I might be left to the mercies of men like the chubby little salesman."
"My God!" the blond man laughed. "What you did to him! You ought to be ashamed, the way you got him worked up!"
"Why?" she asked.
He looked at her in amazement. For a moment he couldn't answer. He swallowed twice, then began trying to explain.
"W-Well," he stammered, "you embarrassed the shit out of the guy. He had to walk back to the bar with a hard-on."
"That's so bad?" Charley asked. "I thought that was part of the reason men all came out to the Wayside. He's got a bone to remember me by. He's got all that fun of thinking how he might have rammed his meat in me. I don't think I should be ashamed of giving a lonely man just a little pleasure."