"Becoming Lyla" (A Chapter from THSHC)

(FYI: This thread begins 5 days before Post #3 of "The High School Hookers Club", in which Lilly is first introduced.)


Monday evening:

Lilly ripped her apron off and threw it across the kitchen at the cafe's manager. "Fuck you! And fuck this job!"

She stormed out, giving dirty looks to the patrons as she went. Just before she reached the door, she caught the gaze of a customer who was at the center of this, her final bout of anger at working such a miserable job. She changed course directly toward him, leaned into his booth, and snatched the man's burger right out of his hand. "I cooked this!"

"And I paid for it!" the man countered, trying but failing to snatch the burger back.

Lilly stuffed it into her mouth, taking a huge bite. Then, only barely decipherable, she told the man, "And since I'm not likely to get a final paycheck, it's now mine, dick! And if you don't like it..."

She turned to find the manager now halfway between the kitchen and the front. She reared back and threw the burger through the air, its various ingredients separating to hit him, the wall, and the patrons near him. She was going to tell the patron ...take it up with management, but instead she only screamed again, "FUCK YOU!"

She turned for the door, this time stealing the man's milk shake before heading out into the parking lot...



Thursday Morning:

After skipping school for three days, Lilly finally donned her uniform and headed for campus. However, it was already nearly day's end. She made it in time to attend her entire last period class, Civics, spending the entire time slouching down in the back of the classroom, out of sight from the apathetic teacher while she tapped and swiped through dozens of pages of internet searches on her phone.

Lilly hadn't been concerned with making this particular class for any reason other than the fact that if she hadn't attended at least one class that day she couldn't attend any extracurricular functions until the following school day ... next Monday. And Lilly really needed to attend that night's PTA meet-n-greet.

After losing her fifth job of the year, Lilly's mother had cut off the teen's allowance; and that allowance had always paid for far more of Lilly's expenses than any of those part time, minimum wage disasters had. Lilly had tried to convince her mother that she hadn't done anything wrong, but someone who knew both Lilly and her mother had sent the latter a YouTube video link of the incident. Great.

Lilly, who came from a struggling family to begin with, had long paid most of her own expenses, from her cell bill to her car insurance (and, of course, gas, maintenance, etc.), and her frills, including her clothes and shoe buying habit. And now she was looking at financial disaster.

Then, she remembered John Hanford. John was the father of one of Lilly's classmates, Rose. He was old ... hell, like grampa age, maybe 60 or more. But he had lots of money and connections throughout the Hollywood set. Lilly had met him at a Father-Daughter event recently, and -- despite the age difference and the fact that John was Lilly's friend's father -- the two of them had hit it off swimmingly!

At one point in the conversation, John had mentioned that he did something with the money of famous people. Lilly hadn't quite understood it all, but the part she'd needed to understand -- his easy access to cash -- had quickly come back to her after losing her job ... and after recalling how the man had often ogled her tits during the brunch.

A man like that would surely kick up a few dollars to spend some quality time with a naked 18 year old, wouldn't he? Of course, Lilly would have to present the proposal in an appropriate way. Maybe ask him for a loan for a small, starter venture. Selling ... whatever on the internet maybe. Lilly could certainly make up some story that would cover for the obvious venture of offering sexual favors for cash she would never repay.



Thursday night:

Lilly entered the school's conference room wearing a too-tight, too-short party dress and a thong and wire-reinforced push up bra that instantly garnered the attention of the majority of the men in the room. Her hair -- normally down on her shoulders and often uncombed -- was elegantly fashioned in a braid-bun combination that she couldn't wait to get out of; and she wore four inch heels that greatly accented her 5'6" height.

She traded greetings with some of the other students and their parents, even chit chatting with a few people. But Lilly's eyes continued to search for her target, finally finding him talking to a school administrator who -- thankfully -- took that moment to walk away to deal with a situation across the room.

"Hello, Mister Hanford," Lilly said as she stepped up, offering her hand to him as she looked him up and down and complimented, "My, don't you look dashing this afternoon."

Jonathan Cornelius Hanford hated these PTA meet-n-greets, but being one of Harrison High's principle financiers, he had to show himself at these events. He also endured it partially because he knew this was the last one of those he would have to be at. His youngest daughter, Rose, was in her final year at Harrison High, and at that point, he wouldn't have to be directly involved with the schools finances and could pawn it off to one of his junior money managers.

John was a investment manager who was used by plenty of celebrities. He was best known for making sure that his celebrity clients had enough of a nest egg saved up for retirement for their lavish lifestyles, and he made his own millions doing it well. He was with his third wife and Rose's mother, Victoria Janus-Hanford, exchanging pleasantries with the other well to do parents.

John was letting Victoria do all the talking, keeping a passing ear on the conversation in case he needed to jump in, but was letting his eyes wander and enjoy the views all of the senior female students littered around the room were providing him. John was more than happy to let Rose have parties at her house because it always meant he got to lay eyes on all of her friends in their teeny bikinis. He had a penchant for young flesh, and would from time to time enjoy it, but would never cross the line with Rose's friends.

Eventually, Rose came over and wanted Victoria to meet one of her classmates, leaving John by himself to mingle. He spoke with one of the school administrators, exchanging pleasantries, but the administrator had to leave as he spotted one of the other administrators he needed to talk to.

Surveying the room for someone else to talk to, he eventually came across Lilly, one of Rose's friends, walking up to him, wearing a little number that didn't leave much to his imagination. Although there wasn't much that John was missing. Lilly was one of the girls who always wore some of the sluttiest bikinis whenever she was at Rose's pool parties. He certainly would love to have her lithe body bouncing on his cock, but he wasn't about to fuck one of Rose's classmates, even though he knew she was 18.

After receiving the compliment, John replied to Lilly, "Such a nice compliment from such a nice, young lady. Where is your mother, Lilly? Was she not able to make it tonight?"

"No, she had to work," Lilly lied. In reality, the teen hadn't reminded her mother of the get-together. Her mother was so busy with her full time and part time jobs, as well as with her non-Harrison High related activities, that she rarely if ever even read the auto-send texts and emails that came from the school about upcoming events. Lilly looked about herself for eavesdroppers, then whispered, "Listen, I was wondering ... could we talk some where privately for a moment?"

It was only a short four or five step walk to a hallway that thankfully was empty yet at the same time no so isolated that if someone happened upon the pair, questionable thoughts might arise. Once there, Lilly asked John some pretty simple and common questions about his business, acting as if she was interested in what he did more than how much he made.

"So, you make a lot of money then?" she asked with a smirk, showing that she knew it was an inappropriate question. Lilly listened to his answer, then -- checking for eavesdroppers again -- asked her follow up question, "Do you ever make loans. You know ... personal loans ... to friends ... neighbors...?"

Her lips spread in a bit of a devilish smile as she said softly but with meaning she hoped he would take as a proposal, "Maybe ... an old girl friend ... or ... a new one?"

She saw the reaction in his expression. She once again peeked around before saying softly, "I've run into a bit of a financial pickle ... and I'm looking for a nice gentleman who might be willing to make me a, um ... long term loan. Something maybe I can pay off over time with ... services rendered."

Lilly couldn't have made her intent any more obvious. But what choice did she have? She needed money now, and while she could probably dress up in a leather mini skirt and tube top, then go stand on a corner on the Hollywood strip to make it, fucking John Hanford seemed like a much better, safer, and cleaner option.

Of course, she hadn't actually said she was going to fuck him for cash. She could still claim that he'd misunderstood if he was offended or shocked. But to be honest, Lilly wasn't the type who would regret having a man accuse her of being a whore anyway.

John had mixed feelings about Lilly. She was very attractive and at times could be very adorable, but she also had a penchant for being bitchy, which he knew came from her mother. Her mother had once come to his business to try to get a retirement account set up, but when she didn't like that there were fees associated with the account, because, you know, he's running a business, she got all bent out of shape and accused him of extortion.

He was always concerned about Rose hanging out with Lilly. He didn't want Lilly becoming a bad influence on Rose. But he couldn't help but be attracted to Lilly, and now that she was of age, was totally within his rights to lust after her. As she stood there, he knew her attitude made her unsuitable for Rose, but maybe that fiery attitude would be perfect to try out in bed.

Once she took him to the hallway and she started asking questions about his business, he immediately knew this had to be about money. He knew Lilly knew about the incident with Lilly's mother, the most logical gossip chain led to Rose asking him about it when it happened a few years ago. However, unlike Lilly's mother, who was being a prudish bitch and acting like the communist, pinko feminist she was, Lilly was clearly trying to proposition him for sex in order to get some money. This wasn't the first time a desperate woman would offer herself in exchange for money, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He did have to think about it for a minute, thinking back to his earlier thoughts about wanting to take Lilly for a spin.

But before he had the chance to say anything, Rose walked by and shouted, "Hey Dad. What are you doing here?"

John lied, replying, "Hey pumpkin! Your friend Lilly was just asking me about the fact that Chris Hemsworth is one of my clients. She was wanting all the details about him, but you know, I have to keep the privacy all of my clients deserve."

Rose shot a look over at Lilly, a "What the fuck are you doing with my dad" look, before saying, "Well, my teachers are ready to meet with you and Mom."

Somewhat relieved that John wouldn't have to answer Lilly's proposition here, he said, "Yes, let's go pumpkin. Take care, Lilly." and followed Rose to meet with her teachers.

"Hey Dad. What are you doing here?"

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Lilly's heart leaped at the sound of a very familiar -- and very hated -- voice of Rose Hanford. She smiled politely to her fellow student as the teen and her father chatted, clenching her jaws at the knowledge that she wasn't going to get an answer to her proposition.

John told her...

"Take care, Lilly."

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"Take care," she returned, forcing herself to give a polite smile to both of them when they gave her their departing looks. Lilly waited until they were both gone before she grumbled about Rose, "Bitch."



Saturday morning:

Lilly was simultaneously impressed by and offended by the security around Lilly's home. The larger neighborhood and Harvey's house both had guarded security gates at which Lilly had to show her ID, which kept the people who lived their and their possessions more secure behind those gates; but at the same time, that security was intended to keep thieves -- and common people like Lilly -- outside of those gates.

Pulling up to the estate, Lilly's mouth fell open. She'd had no idea that Pamela was from a family with this kind of money. (Of course, Pamela wasn't, but Lilly didn't know that, did she?) She pulled her car into the first of two driveways, as Pamela had instructed, finding the two garage doors open to reveal a BMW, a Harley, and a rice burner crotch rocket. Just how much money did this girl have?

"Lilly, welcome."

The younger of the two teens turned to find the elder her way, a wide smile on her lips, a tall condensation covered glass of ice tea in her hand, and a tiny, sexy bikini barely covering her shapely figure. Lilly was surprised when Pamela walked right up to kiss her on the cheek before taking her by the elbow and turning her toward the smaller of the two homes, saying, "So, we need to put you in something that's gonna knock John Hanford right out of his boxers, yes?"

They spent the next hour or so going through Pamela's closet, looking for just the right outfit. Pamela was two inches taller, ten pounds heavier, and a couple of inches more generous than Lilly in the places where men liked the extra measurements. So much of what fit her shapely form wonderfully tended to hang a bit on the smaller girl.

"Maybe ... something elegantly sexy isn't what we're looking for," Pamela finally said as she was studying the firm, fit girl's form in between changings. When Lilly asked what she meant, Pamela went to her drawers and pulled out a couple of items and handed them over. "Try these on."

Lilly looked the clothes over with confusion, finally asking, "Really?"

Pamela's lips widened in a devilish smirk. She said with confidence, "Really."



Thirty minutes later, with the barest of make up and her hair loose, being whipped by the light breeze, Lilly headed out onto the sand, barefoot. Her thin, cotton tank top readily showed off her swollen nipples and areolas; and her Daisy Duke cut off shorts failed miserably -- and wonderfully, depending upon your opinion -- at containing her firm, pear shaped ass cheeks.

Down the beach, Lilly wandered slowly along the meandering line where the dry and wet sand met, making her way toward and past the Hanford home. A couple of men at the house before John's ogled her and lifted their tumblers of alcohol to her in appreciation; and at the house beyond John's, a pair of young teenage boys whistled to her and invited her up; but at the Hanford home there were only a half dozen small children running about the pool deck while a pair of motherly types yelled at them to stop running around the pool deck.

Lilly continued down the beach a couple of houses, trying to make her walk seem less intentional, then turned back. This time, however, when she reached the Hanford home, there were a handful of adults out in the yard, including her target. She pretended not to notice them, until John looked her way. She smiled to him, pulling her hair back behind her ear, then turned to face the ocean ... and flash him her ass...

That Saturday morning, John wasn't thinking about Lilly at all, but rather all of his family for the afternoon get together. His four children from his first marriage, their spouses and children, were coming over for a cookout. John had no children from his second marriage.

Even though John had a weakness for young women, and always married the new young fling, he still wanted to be involved in his childrens' lives. The kids, save for Rose, knew their father was a horn dog, but knew he was a good father to them. He always made time for their interests, and raised them to be successful in their endeavors. Their mother was still cordial with John and Victoria, letting the bitterness of what John did to her fade over the years, though the large alimony settlement helped, and focusing on making it easier for their kids lives and not have their parents constantly fighting.

As the party went on, John couldn't help from time to time look out on the beach and see the beautiful women walking by in their skimpy bikinis. The women of the family were too busy conversing with one another and watching the kids, while the men were in the pool playing with the kids and grilling all of the food.

John's youngest daughter from his first marriage was 8 1/2 months pregnant with her first child, and John's 10th grandchild, and the women of the family were focused on giving her advice about giving birth and what to do with the first child. John had help his daughter and son-in-law with painting the baby's room and getting all the furniture in place in their estate, and after the party the women of the family were going back to her estate for the baby shower, leaving John alone for the afternoon.

While the women helped the kids get cleaned up, changed, and ready to go home for their naps with their fathers, the men of the family were cleaning up the patio. As John was positioning all of the chairs in their initial place, he looked out to the ocean and saw Lilly, making eye contact with her, and the interaction with her on Thursday came rushing back to his head.

Once she acknowledged him, she turned to flash her ass to him, and his hormones got going. What was unknown to everyone except Victoria was that she allowed John to be with the young girls, partially because she was more progressive with regard to sex, and partially because she was bisexual and allowed John to have some fun, so long as he brought some of the little minxes home to play with her as well. So John's reservations weren't with respect to Victoria, but to Rose, and fucking her friend, even if he thought this friend was a bad influence.

She started to walk over to his estate, but he waved his hands no, and then put up one finger and mouthed "one hour" to her, hoping she understood that he meant to come back in one hour.

Lilly had been disappointed with Rose's sudden arrival -- interruption, actually -- in the hallway of the banquet day before yesterday, preventing the classmate's father from saying yea or nay to what had been a veiled sex-for-money solicitation of him. Coming to his house while much of his family was present had been risky. In fact, many would say it was downright inappropriate, even rude. But Lilly needed cash. And short of walking Hollywood Boulevard, this was the best way the sexpot could get it.

She'd gotten his attention, of course. How could she not, right? But as she'd turned back toward and started toward the wooden steps ascending the rise to his deck, John had gestured for her to hold off and mouthed what looked like "one hour". She looked past him for any prying eyes and, seeing none, mirrored his gesture and words, then looked down the beach toward her friend Pamela's home. The estate belonged to Harvey Crocker, and while he and John ran in different circles, Lilly had been assured by Pamela that not only did the two men know one another but that John knew Pamela lived down there. Lilly was certain John would understand what she meant when she herself mouthed Pamela's house.

She turned away from John again, giving him another opportunity to view her ass cheeks as she made her way back to the wet, easier-to-walk-upon sand before turning and heading back toward Pamela's.

(OOC: This thread is going to continue right here, but Lilly's actions this morning jump to and continue for the moment in this post in this thread's parent thread, "The High School Hookers Club. To get the full value of this thread, I encourage you to subscribe to and follow both threads, reading them in their entirety.)

John thought he saw Lilly mouth "Pamela's house" but he made sure as he watched Lilly's ass walk all the way to Harvey's estate. Unlike Lilly, John had always liked Pamela, even though she seemed more distant to Rose than he would hope Lilly was. He figured out where he needed to go in an hour. He wondered for a minute if he would run into Harvey there, but then he remembered that he was out of the country. Maybe Lilly was staying at Pamela's while Harvey was out of town.

As John finished up and said goodbye to all of his family, his mind with flooded with the image of Lilly's ass. He also thought back to plenty of times when Pamela would walk down the beach in the sluttiest of bikinis. His mind thought back to a conversation he had with Victoria once over the summer a few months when Rose was away at camp about wanting to invite Pamela over. She had overheard from Rose talking on the phone with one of her friends that Pamela was quite the slut and wondered if Pamela would let Victoria eat her pussy.

With all the family gone, leaving him alone, John ran upstairs and grabbed one of his little blue pills, making extra certain he'd be ready for the moment, grabbed the money he thought was enough for a prostitute comparable to Lilly, about $300, stuffed it in a white envelope in his trunks, and made his way over to Harvey's house.

Once he arrived and walked up from the beach to the pool deck, he saw Lilly on a lounger, wearing nothing but a thong. His cock lept in his pants. He cleared his throat before saying, "Hi, Lilly. I see you've been waiting for me."

Lilly had sat there in Pamela's lounger for half an hour, just looking up and down the beach at the people. It was mid-November and still warm and sunny -- Indian Summer, she'd hrard people call it -- so the shoreline was still being enjoyed by a number of residents and their guests, as well as the occasional tourists who knew where to access the mostly private beach.

But while Lilly seemed casual and comfortable with Pamela's book in her hands -- upside down! -- in all honesty she was getting nervous. For valuable favors, she fucked her share of boys from Harrison or young men from the local universities to almost be considered a whore already, but this was the first time she'd ever truly fucked what some might call a real John for a serious chunk of change.

If only she had realized that her friend Pamela was an honest to goodness prostitute! Lilly wouldn't have hesitated to sit her hostess down and quiz her about what to expect. What did being handed an envelope full of cash entail? Did she have the right to impose limits as she had with all those guys who had given her rides to places they didn't want to go, gotten her backstage to concerts for which she had had no tickets, bought her sexy under clothes that she subsequently took off in the bed rooms of even more men, and other such things that would have been out of Lilly's reach had she not spread her thighs or shaped her mouth pussy-like?

Lilly had few limits which made the need for imposing them almost moot. She didn't do ass play, she hated facials, and while slapping her ass was okay, being mean to any other part of her could get a guys nuts crushed before night's end. But other than that ... hell, she couldn't think of anything that was ... normal that she hadn't done or wouldn't do with John. She'd even do other women if she had to, which -- ironically -- was something Lilly couldn't have known John had already contemplated for her and his wife.

"I'm taking off, Lyla," Pamela called down from the deck above her. As the other girl suddenly hopped up and hurried up the steps from the beach, Pamela told her, "Don't worry about locking up. There's one guard assigned to this and the adjacent property, and another one--"

"I'm beginning to think I'm making a mistake," Lilly cut in suddenly. When Pamela asked for clarification, Lilly instead asked, "Did you call me Lyla?"

Pamela laughed. "You need a working name."

"Whaddaya mean...?" Lilly inquired before suddenly realizing that her hostess meant a whore name. She blushed, giggled nervously, then stated the obvious, "John already knows my name."

"But the men yet to come don't," Pamela told her. "You need to keep separate your two lives ... working life, and everything else. For that, you need a second name. You don't want some clingy John going around to all of the high schools and universities asking about a Lilly."

"Wouldn't something like Sally or Juanita be better," Lilly asked, contemplating that Lilly and Lyla weren't that far off from one another.

"Lyla's fine, and similarity has its advantages, you'll see," Pamela continued, "Listen, I have to go. Have fun." She pointed a finger into Lilly's face like a parent lecturing a child, saying, "Ensure that he has fun ... and don't take anything less than a hundred dollars per hole or orgasm ... his of course."

Lilly's face exploded in a blush as she looked away, embarrassed. She laughed, saying only, "Okay." But as her hostess turned to leave, Lilly asked, "Pamela ... how do you know so much about this?"

Pamela had a very good suspicion that Lilly had come to realize during this brief exchange that she, too, had a history of some sorts of trading sexual favors for cash. But still, she smiled broadly and responded, "I watched Pretty Woman ... and The Girlfriend Experience."

Lilly only laughed as Pamela head off, dressed in a tight fitting red tank top, women's cut riding jacket, and tight fitting leather pants that seriously showed off her beautiful ass. As she turned back to a lounger on the deck this time, Lilly heard a rice burner crotch rocket rev its engine, then head off and away.

It was only a couple of minutes later, as she still lay there in the sun topless, that John Hanford arrived at and ascended the steps to Harvey's home.

"Hi, Lilly. I see you've been waiting for me."

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"And I see that you've been waiting for me," she said, conspicuously glancing toward his groin where the obvious growth of his eager cock had begun with earnest. She stood, took a couple of steps toward him, casually took his hand -- hoping the slight trembling it in wasn't noticeable -- and turned to lead him into the house as she asked quite comfortably considering her growing panic, "Tell me, John ... what can I do for you that would make this a day you won't soon forget?"

As the young minx took John by the hand, his only thought was the fact that he was moments away from bedding the little minx taking him into this estate. Wearing only a thong that barely cover the one part of the body it was intended to cover, there was nothing left to John's imagination. He was solely focused on his carnal pleasures.

That was until Lilly asked what would make this something that he wouldn't forget. He sat there and contemplated it. There were certainly a lot of good things that would make this unforgettable, but there were also a lot of bad ones, and those were the ones that kept coming back to his head.

He tried a couple times to start his answer the way Lilly intended it, but kept coming back to the thought in his mind. Finally, he spoke his mind. "I'm sure there are a lot of good things you could do to make this unforgettable, but I can also think of some bad ones, ones that could wreck my relationship with my daughter if she finds out I was intimate with her friend. I need to know your reasons for doing this. Is this only about money, or something else?"

Lilly had led John to sit on a couch that Pamela had, in a roundabout way, told her was scotch guarded against particular bodily fluids, then stood over him waiting for his response. What she got wasn't what Lilly had expected, ending with his saying...

"...Is this only about money, or something else?"

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She was confused for a moment, then drew a sudden breath and sighed, "Oooooh ... you think this is about Rose ... or more specifically, do I want to hurt your daughter by fucking you."

Lilly moved forward, dropped to her knees at John's feet, and reassured him with a slight smile but a serious tone, "Trust me, I could take or leave your daughter. No offense to you, her father. I'm sure she's a lovely daughter, but ... this has nothing to do with Rose or what I think about her. This is all about money."

She reached out to lay her hands upon his thighs, caressing them up and back, with each repeat action taking her fingers closer to his groin. "You have it ... I need it ... and I've been told I'm very good at what I do with men. Good enough to ask for ... what ... $500?"

John was momentarily relieved to hear that this had nothing to do with Rose, although he did manage to ditect some contempt for his daughter in her voice. He wasn't sure yet if he could trust Lilly. Was she saying that because it was true, or was she saying it just to get what she wanted, and was that want for money or revenge, or both?

As Lilly put her hands on his thighs, John sensed the eagerness in Lilly to seal the deal. He also could tell that Lilly was new to this, and not a prostitute like he thought. He decided to use this to his advantage.

"You know, Lilly," John said, before sliding her hands off his thighs, "If you really were an escort, you would know that you don't discuss money with your client, because you are then discussing illegal exchanges of money for sexual services," John then stood up, "and given that I already have reservations that you may be trying to exact some revenge on my daughter, maybe this isn't the best idea."

John then began to walk out, slowly, waiting to see how Lilly would respond.

Lilly was shocked. John was just going to walk out...? He was a handful of steps away before she was up and turned toward him, begging, "Stop...! John ... please."

She hurried over to him, taking one of his hands to urge him to turn to her as she also stepped around to face him. She reached her second hand around to his lower back, toying her fingers at the flesh of a buttock cheek as she pressed her bosom softly against John's chest. Returning to the best sultry voice she could manage, Lilly said, "Please, John ... this isn't about Rose. This isn't about anything other than ... other than money ... and sex. I have no hidden agenda."

She lifted on her tippy toes in an attempt to press her lips softly to his...

As Lilly rose up on her tippy toes to try to kiss him, John raised his finger and placed it on Lilly's lips, as if to shush her. He said, "If that is true, then you'll do as I please today without any thought of reward or compensation. If you can show me with your actions that this is about just us, then I'll see about making it worth your while."

Lilly's smile faded a bit at John's demands. She liked sex, and she liked John. But she wasn't wanting to spread her legs -- or open her mouth -- for his cock because of a fondness for men older than her grandfather. She needed the cash she was hoping he'd brought with him.

She had lowered to her flat feet while he spoke, and now asked, "How do I know you won't just fuck me and leave?"

John took Lilly's chin in his fingers and adjusted her head so she couldn't look away from his eyes. "Because if I did that, then you would have something to blackmail me with to Rose, and I think I've made it clear I don't want that."

So, Lilly realized, it came down to a matter of trust on both of their parts. Looking upwards into the man's face, the teen thought she saw honesty in John's face. She took his hand again and, walking backward, began to lead him toward the bedroom as she once again asked, "What can I do, John ... to make this a day you won't soon forget?"

As John was being enticed by Lilly again, he willingly went with her, leaving her question unanswered. As he followed her through the hallway, they came to doorway that led to the bathroom, and John stopped in the hallway. He pulled Lilly to him and put his hands on his hips, locking his fingers around the tiny strings of her thong. He said to her, "You know what would really make this unforgettable? If we both felt clean as a whistle." He then pulled her thong down, leaving her naked in the hallway. "Why don't you wash this old man's body for him?"

Lilly felt John's fingers slip between her hips and the thong, pulling it down low enough to fall away to gather about her feet. She stepped out of the panties, watching his reaction to seeing the tiny, neatly trimmed triangle of hair located just above her clit.

"Why don't you wash this old man's body for him?"

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"My pleasure," Lilly said with a smile. She reached out and begun unbuttoning his shirt. When she opened and pulled it off his shoulders, she ogled his chest and complimented, "This is not the body of an old man."

Considering his age, John was a good looking man. Oh sure, he had a layer of softness that came from years and good living. But below that layer were the muscles of a man who obviously still worked out and cared for himself. Lilly let the shirt fall away and reached for the waistband of his trunks, fumbling just inside the elastic waist band to find the string tied to hold them in place.. She looked up to him, smiling as she said, "I've never seen an old man's ... you know. Is it as nice as the rest of you?"

John simply looked down at Lilly and said to her, "There's only one way to find out."

Lilly suddenly realized that her heart was pounding again. Again, or still? She couldn't be sure. And why, exactly? Because she was about to have sex? Honestly, that prospect didn't always get her heart racing. How many times had she begun undressing with some guy and not begin to feel the excitement until he put his hands or mouth to her most sensitive locations?

No, this excitement was most definitely due to the reason behind the sex: cash money. Well, the prospect of cash money. There was honestly a chance that Lilly wouldn't be seeing any greenbacks after she'd finished John off. He didn't trust her. And even if sometimes during or after her servicing of him, if he said he trusted her, Lilly would still believe he didn't.

She needed to prove to him that she trusted him explicitly. And after she'd tugged free the bow in the string, reached to his hips as he had to hers and pulled his shorts free to reveal an impressive cock that was already near full stiffness, Lilly knew just how to prove to John that he could trust her.

She looked up into his eyes as she began sinking down before him, her hands caressing their way down his sides. She purred, "I'm going to make this a day you won't soon forget."

John held his cock as Lilly got to the ground on her knees, preventing her from getting to it. He then said, "Let's get clean first, then you can suck on your lollipop, little Lilly." He then saw her rise back up, take him by the hand and lead him into the bathroom."

At the Lollipop comment, Lilly gave John and exaggerated puffy lower lip, like a child deprived her ... well, her lollipop! She stood to her feet again, then stood to her tippy toes and kissed his lips softly, before leading him away, leaving their garments on the floor behind them.

It wasn't luck or a sense of good direction that got them quickly to the first floor's main bath. Lilly had been to Harvey's house a handful of times in the past, once for a beach party, another couple of times just to hang with Pamela, another time to use Pamela's bed for a fling with a college guy she'd met. Lilly walked John right up to the incredible shower, leaving him at the door while she set the controls. Soon, as Lilly took John's hand again and led him into the glass and tile box, hot water from heads on each of the three walls were beginning to fill the huge bathroom with steam.

She urged John to kiss her again while immediately reaching for his cock, eager to get this over and done. Oh, she wasn't in a hurry because she didn't want to be with John. She wasn't here reluctantly, after all; and she wasn't suffering from a sudden hesitance to be with and old man. Lilly liked John, as a person and a male. He was good looking, in the face and body, even if he wasn't some 18 year old rock solid football player from Harrison ... or even an older but still relatively buff football coach like that Mister Boggs (who, unbeknownst to Lilly, had fucked her friend Pamela to multiple orgasms right in this very house just a dozen hours earlier).

No, Lilly's rush to get John off was due to the fact that she was trying to keep in mind that this was about money. She wanted John to enjoy some satisfaction at the hands of a teenage girl -- a barely legal 18 year old -- from Harrison High before he suddenly had a change of heart ... or remembered that his daughter Rose was also 18, was also from Harrison, and was also acquainted with the shapely brunette now stroking his big cock with a bar of soap.

As the water cascaded down both of their bodies, John let out a moan at the feeling of comfort the hot water was providing, as well as the pleasure Lilly's hands were giving to his cock. His mind relaxed, with no way to turn back now, and enjoyed the moment.

As Lilly put all of her focus into his cock, he grabbed her hands and pulled them off of his cock, saying to her, "Slow down. Don't be trying to get me off so soon. I'm not like the young guys your age. I pop once and I'm done." He then put his hands on his chest, and said, "The rest of my body needs washing, too."

Letting go of her hands, he grabbed for the other bar of soap and began to wash Lilly as well, caressing her back and shoulders, letting his hands get down to her tiny butt.

As she felt John caressing the bar of soap and his free hand over her own body, two thoughts came to Lilly almost at the same instance.

First ... oh, that felt good. John had a gentle yet erotic touch. His hands curled around the curves of her buttocks ... her hips ... her breasts ... down her flat belly to the tiny triangle of trimmed hair at her groin. Lilly's bosom swelled at the pleasure of his hands roaming all about her, and she moaned her delight loud enough for him to know of her appreciation for the way he treated her young body.

And second ... she had a young body! Lilly had been so set on the idea of finishing John off -- of making his cock spurt in joy as soon as possible -- that she'd forgotten the second reason an older man like John yearned for young women like herself ... to have the feel of something they didn't often, rarely, or quite possibly never got to feel once they'd reached middle age, let alone John's age.

Lilly didn't have to hurry John to orgasm to make him happy. Hell, she could probably lay back on a bed and let him explore her for hours on end and make him as happy as making his cock unload inside her. She turned in John's arms, pressing her breasts to his chest as she urged his hands down to her buttocks, standing on her toes so he could cup them, grope them.

"Mmmm..." she murmured as she kissed his cheek and caressed his back at its meeting with his own buttocks. "You make me feel so good, John."

She turned again, pulling his hands up to cup her breasts as she pressed her lower body against him. She again stood on her toes, then down, then up again, causing her ass cheeks to stroke the length of his stiffened shaft. She reached one hand to his cock, grasping it tightly as the other hand reached to the back of John's neck, pulling him to her neck, begging, "Kiss me."

She turned control over to him, telling him between kisses to his chest, neck, and lips, "Do with me ... do to me ... what you will, John. Show me how a real man treats a woman ... please."