Stope, adit, gallery, hell she didn't care what the shit they were called, to her they all added up to the same thing, a tunnel, a cave, a mine, a hole in the ground with tons and tons of dirt and rock between it and the sky. All she knew was that she wanted to get the hell out of it as soon as she could. She could tell that Scott felt that way too, but he was behaving himself real well so far, but she knew he wanted the 'grand' tour to end soon, especially because he might then get a chance to be alone with pretty little Jassy Newquay. She'd seen the way the blonde had been giving Scott the eye and she knew it too. Apparently the girl didn't care whether Scott had brought his girl friend along or not and that was just to Amanda's liking. That left her to make up some sort of lie about the relationship between her and Scott to Dirk that would go over well enough with him so that he would feel no moral restraint when she let him fuck her. And he was going to as soon as she could get him alone.
The ravishing redhead remembered sitting next to Dirk at breakfast this morning. Through all the welcoming speeches, through the cold pancakes, the undercooked bacon, Amanda had let her leg rub persistently against Dirk's knee. Not crudely, of course, but in such a way that she knew the handsome miner would wonder if it was happening on purpose. At the same time, nothing in her sophisticated manner or conversation revealed for a moment that she was making subtle contact under the table.
I think Dirk Mulligan's been with these country girls for much too long, she mused to herself as the claustrophobic mine tour continued. Such a waste. Such a strong, good-looking man, with that lovely thick sandy hair. I'll bet he's got a terrific cock, too!
The voluptuous redhead ambled slowly down the dark gallery as the tunnels were called, easing her way through the crowd toward Dirk and Jassy Newquay. She felt particularly good that morning, and felt it quite a challenge to her potent charms to insinuate herself closer to the rather withdrawn miner. As she got nearer to the tall, introspective man, she felt a little telltale tremor in the pit of her belly.
Mmmmmmmmm, she thought, little Amanda could sure use some nice hard fucking. She laughed inwardly at her own promiscuity, recalling that Scott had fucked her earlier that morning before they left for church. Good, but not as good as Dirk would be now, she mused, as the sultry beauty took Dirk's arm in a friendly manner and smiled brightly up at him.
"Must take a strong man to work down here, don't you think so, Jassy?" she asked, leaning over to whisper to the blonde girl, and at the same time letting her fingers sink into the unsuspecting miner's firm biceps.
"Oh, yes," Jassy replied, breathlessly. "A very strong man." Yet, at the same time, she had begun to wonder just what the relationship between Randall Thorpe's son and his voluptuously self-assured girl friend was. Were they just good friends, as Scott had explained to her last night at dinner? Or were they more than that? After all, how could any woman not be attracted to the lean, dark-haired millionaire? How could any woman not want him?
She glanced somewhat resentfully at Dirk, still smarting from the "little talks" he'd been having with her since her appearance in her short shorts the previous afternoon. How dare he treat me like a child? She thought. He has no right to treat me that way. He's not even related to me. And even if he were, she was old enough to take care of herself without his stupid interference. Just because he was an old friend of her father's before he had been killed, gave him no right to think he could boss her around. She was going to do exactly what she wanted to and he could just sit on it and twirl!
At that moment, a burst of conversation indicated to all of them that the tour was over, and soon after Scott broke free from the manager and made his way through the crowd towards them, self-confidence radiating from every pore.
"Greetings, folks," he said, allowing his special twinkle to be directed toward Jassy.
"Enjoy the tour?" Dirk asked with apparent sincerity. Yet the young man could detect an undertone in the older man's voice that distinctly said: Stay away from Jassy Newquay. There was no question that Dirk was eager for Scott, the city-slicker, and Jassy to stay as far apart as possible, but as far as Scott was concerned, that was merely an extra, intriguing challenge to be overcome. Nothing was going to stop him from slipping his hot cock up into that pretty blonde's nice, tight little virgin cunt. And he knew that Amanda was only too eager to help him out, having her own designs on Dirk Mulligan.
"Dirk, let's go on up in the gig or elevator, or whatever you miners call it with the manager," Amanda said, as if instinctively following Scott's train of thought. "There are a few questions I'd like to ask if I may."
"Sure," he replied. He followed the vivacious redhead dutifully over to the lift, yet paused momentarily to shoot a backward warning glance to Jassy. "I'll see you up top."
"Sure," she replied sweetly.
As soon as they were gone, Scott took her by the hand.
"I asked the manager to let you show me a little more of the mine. He said you could do it as well as any miner here. So, what do you say? Are you ready, beautiful? I can't wait to see the sights."
"Yes… yes, of course," she breathed, and taking his hand, she grabbed a lantern and led the way away from the miner's waiting area to go up in the lift and down to the lower level.***** Dirk had become furious when he discovered Jassy was taking Scott Thorpe on a private tour of the mine, and it took every ounce of Amanda's charms to convince him that he had nothing to fear. Now she hoped that the strong drinks she was making would help soothe him even further. He was in the living room, back at the boarding house, patiently waiting for Jassy and cooling his heels.
The voluptuous redhead added the last cubes of ice to the drinks, placed the drinks on a tray and headed into the living room. She saw Dirk slumped dejectedly in a chair, a defeated look on his face.
"Hi there! Look, I've brought us a little bracer before lunch."
Dirk looked up and gratefully took the tall frosty drink.
"Cheer up, Dirk honey," the attractive red-head bubbled, sitting directly across from him with her own drink. "Listen, I told you that Scott's a gentleman. Wouldn't hurt a fly. And I just have a feeling that Jassy is not the type of girl who'd do anything that wasn't proper for a lady."
Dirk sighed and straightened up a bit.
"I hope you're right," he said.
"Listen, of course, I'm right. You just listen to me. I never did meet a man who was so concerned over some woman who isn't even related. Not that I don't think it's admirable, mind you. But I do think you ought to relax. She is over twenty. Anyway, I'd rather have a little fun just talking about us."
Dirk could feel his head clearing as he looked up at the ravishing, scarlet-haired young woman across from him. He realized he'd been much too overly concerned about Jassy, and decided that Amanda was right. In reality he very much wanted to talk with the voluptuous creature who sat so gracefully near-in fact, except for his almost neurotic concern about Jassy, he'd thought about little else since they had arrived. It had seemed to him that there was unusually intimate contact between him and the ravishing female at breakfast, and more than once he had experienced an aching pulsation in his loins when her knee had brushed against his under the table.
"I'm glad that we have this little time alone, frankly," Amanda said, sipping her drink languidly. Her soft silk dress seemed to billow around her like a silvery cloud as she crossed her long shapely legs, and Dirk was surprised to find that he was able to see a portion of her naked, hair-trimmed pussy! She wasn't wearing any panties! A sharp stab of lust rocketed suddenly through the miners gut, and his prick became involuntarily stiff in the confines of his trousers.