"Help Wanted"

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

(Looking for a female writer. See bottom for more.)


Richard Barnes dropped his bag onto the sidewalk and sat back into the rickety old bench in front of the barber shop. He'd been on the road for almost two years, hitch hiking his way along the back roads of America, eager to see some of what he'd missed the first six times he'd crossed the county, usually at 70 mph or more.

This method of travel was new to him; he'd hitchhiked once when he was 15 and his car broke down, but the man who'd picked him up had been a perv' and Rick chose never to try it again. Now, though, with a lifetime of experience squeezed into his 33 years, little if anything scared him anymore. Still quiet and reserved, he could stick his thumb out for a lift with more of a man of the world confidence than he had oh so long ago as a scaredy cat.

He sunk his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out the remains of his spending cash. He grimaced: a five and three ones ... plus coins. He'd been supplementing the cash he'd begun his adventure with by doing odd jobs, sometimes for pay, sometimes for food and a dry place to sleep; he'd driven shuttle at an outdoor concert, cooked hotdogs at a county fair, hung dry wall for Habitat for Humanity, and more.

He looked up and down the street. The burg was small, maybe a couple hundred residents, tops, which might make most people think there would be no work to be had. But places like this always had some old codger who needed chores done, or a small business with a project that needed an extra hand to get it done on time.

He snagged his bag and crossed to a public bulletin board on the wall of the post office. It was covered in notes, new and old, hand written and typed; but one stood out for both its vagueness and specificity was an old, worn section of ruled paper in the bottom corner, practically hid by a larger flyer advertising an art festival that was six months dead and gone:

Help Wanted. Handy man with strong back. Room, board, $100/wk. See Mabel in diner.​

Rick snatched the ad off the board, looked around to spot the diner, and headed for it. The place was almost empty, with a trio of old ranch types sitting in the corner booth sipping coffee and a kindergarten-aged girl in a boost seat at the counter, coloring hand created images of animals with stubby little crayons.

All eyes set on Rick as he entered, including those of the waitress standing at the coffee counter. "Choose a seat, cowboy. I'll be right with you."

"I'm looking for Mabel...?" Rick responded, more as a question than a statement. He waggled the scrap of paper as he approached the counter and took the stool next to the little girl. They exchanged smiles and, glancing down to see the impossibly colored animals, he said, "I like my horses pink, too."

The little girl laughed and, shyly, went back to coloring. Rick, always the friendly type, watched her for a moment before looking up to the waitress ... to find her watching him intently with a knowing smile. She came closer to him, her eyes walking over him, admiring the muscular chest and arms that his tight tee shirt emphasized.

After looking toward the men in the corner -- who Rick realized were quietly whispering amongst one another and chuckling -- she waggled her fingers toward the note. After Rick surrendered it and she read it, she stared at him for another long moment. She glanced once more toward the men, then looked back to Rick, waggled her fingers at him again, and commanded, "ID."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm Mabel," she informed him. "Who the hell are you?"

Rick smiled, amused at the woman's brusqueness. He pulled his wallet out and was about to pull his driver's license out when Mabel snatched the entire wallet. He laughed, saying, "Feel free."

"I'm not," she said, arching her back just a bit to push her ample breasts out, garnering Rick's quick ogle. "Free, that is."

Rick laughed as he watched the woman begin poking through his wallet. She looked at his driver's license, then -- finding his emergency fund -- pulled the corner of a fifty up just enough to see the denomination. She looked at each of the pieces of plastic inside plastic windows. The credit cards were emergency use only as well, and in his two years on the road he hadn't used them once.

"Library card, movie stub..." she reported with interest, digging into another pocket. "...two for one pizza coupon ... 'L' train ticket, unused ... jaywalking ticket." She looked up to Rick. "You keep some strange stuff, Richard Barnes."

"Memories," he said cryptically, not wanting to explain what each of those items made him think of when he looked at them. "One must remember from where he came to truly know where he is going."

"Profound," she said, her smile returning as she handed the wallet back. "Some philosopher...? Historical figure...?"

"Comic strip," Rick said, his smile widening. "Garfield, I think ... maybe Dilbert, I don't recall."

They shared a smile for a long moment. Then, after again looking to the three men in the corner -- who Rick realized had gone silent, likely listening intently to the pair -- Mabel reached up to her big hair and pulled out a pen hidden there. On a napkin she drew a simple map -- a mark for the cafe, the street heading north out of town, a crossroads, a turn, and an "X" presumably for his destination -- and pushed it across to him.

"By the time you get there," she said, lifting the driver's license she'd inconspicuously lifted from his wallet and looking at it, "My boyfriend ... the Sheriff ... will have completed a background check on you." She waggle his ID at him, adding, "You'll get this back tomorrow when one of 'em comes to town for supplies, which they always do on Thursdays. Okay...?"

Rick contemplated for a short moment, nodded, and stood. He snatched up the map, looked out the cafe's windows to orient himself, then looked back to the waitress and said simply, "Thank you, Mabel."

"Wait," she said, turning and heading back into the kitchen. She returned with a paper sack, offering it out. "Something for the road."



The map Mabel had drawn turned out to be a bit misleading and he was thankful she had given him a paper sack lunch that had been cold, likely something someone had ordered and forgot to pick up.

Rick had pictured a walk of a mile or two, yet six miles later he was still a good mile from the hill that was presumably the cause for the turn in the road the waitress had drawn on the napkin. The old paved road had given way to an even older gravel road, which near the base of the hill gave way to what was barely a dirt path. The parallel ruts were more of a collection of pot holes than a navigable road, and as Rick curled around the hill and the road began to climb, ditches of water running down the slope eroded the road to the point that only a tractor or solidly built four wheel drive truck could even traverse it.

And then, there it was, a vast ranch. There was a multitude of buildings: a two story home from the early 20th century with a blue tarp covering a portion of the peak; a decrepit barn that looked ready to fall over on the chickens and goats milling about it; a half dozen other smaller structures, also old, from chicken coops to rabbit hutches to pump sheds; and, the only new looking building on the property, a tube and corrugated sheet car port with an older Ford pickup truck and an ATV under it. Rick couldn't help but laugh, seeing the pickup on jack stands with one of the wheels removed and sitting nearby, it's tire presumably flat; while the ATV -- a 1980's era three wheel type -- sat low in the front, also suffering a flat.

The homestead sat amid a couple of dozen huge maple and oak trees, beyond which were fields of rye and corn, each growing well in the late summer sun and heat. Rick stopped and studied the view for a moment. He was conflicted. The property showed signs of desperately needing a handy man; yet the fields of grain crops were well tended, with large automated wheel lines irrigating them. He couldn't know, of course, that despite their proximity to the ranch, the fields either never had been or were no longer part of the ranch he was on his way to. The family had leased out or sold what land they'd owned, parcel by parcel, as hard times demanded cash in pocket for ... for everything.

Rick continued onward, descending the slowly dropping road until he was amid the structures, with the only life in sight being the goats, chickens, and an old black lab under a big shade tree that lifted its head, checked out Rick, then went back to sleep without so much as a whimper.

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Looking for one female writer to write the two property owners, the young, lonely widow and the horny, 18 year old daughter.

 

[LovelyLuna]

OOC:
Widow - Jane Campana
45 years old
5'7", brunette, 32D chest, tanned skin

Daughter - Audrey Campana
18 years old
5'2", blonde, 34C chest, fair skin

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Audrey lay in the grass beside her old, sleepy black lab, Tibby, one hand tangled in his graying fur. Her eyes were closed, the sun streaming along one side of her body while the other side lay in shade. She didn't care at this point if she burned along her left arm and leg while her right arm and leg stayed pale. She was bored, with not only this day but this entire town. Audrey was more suited for big city life... or at least that was what she had always told herself. She had no use for the fields of crops or the dozens of chickens and goats or even this lazy old dog. What she wanted was to be an actress.

Audrey's long, blonde hair was splayed out behind her and she reached up to twist a strand of it around her finger, letting the silence of this godforsaken place close in around her. Except... no, it wasn't silent. She heard footsteps. Some breathing. It sounded like someone was close by, perhaps coming to see her? Slowly she roused herself, pushing up on her arms to look around. The dog looked too, hearing the same noises that had just set the young girl off. There was a man, older than her for sure, but not old enough to be her father. He was fit, with a relatively athletic build and dark hair, some scruff along his jawline. He was good-looking.... very good-looking. But who was he?

Audrey stood from where she sat, dressed simply in short, tight, light denim cutoffs and a plaid shirt tied to show off her tight, little midriff. A gleam of silver pierced through her bellybutton, something she had gotten without her mother, Jane's, permission and much to Jane's dismay. But Audrey had always been something of a rebel. She was... a free spirit. She would do anything to get out of here, even if it meant disobeying the only living family she had now: her widowed mother. Audrey's dad had passed years ago, when Audrey was much younger. It barely hurt anymore, though she sometimes missed the way her father picked her up and swung her over his shoulder as a young girl. And the fishing. She had been a tomboy once upon a time. But times had changed.

As Audrey slowly walked out from under the tree, barefoot, her delicate toes painted bright blue, she swung her hair over one shoulder. The buttondown she was wearing showed off a generous amount of the cleavage she had recently attained, having just developed breasts last year. As she approached the man, he glanced up at her, seeming surprised to see anyone at all. "Well, hello there.... who are you?" Her tone was playful but stern. She had learned this from her mother. Audrey stood a few feet away from him, one hand on her hip, her eyes steady on his. She wasn't afraid.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Rick stopped short, as much in surprise of the girl suddenly appearing, as much as in awe of how she looked. She was beautiful ... young and fresh ... and showing herself off in a tiny, tight outfit that made Rick almost immediately begin to tingle down south.

"Hi," he said, smiling, glad that he was wearing shades as he was having a helluva hard time keeping his eyes above her neck line. Then ... his larger brain took back control. He looked around the property ... for a father with an ax or a mother with a shotgun. He looked back to the girl, and lifted the scrap of paper he'd pulled from the bulletin board. "I've been told you were looking for a handy man. Is, um ... is that still accurate?"

Oh god, oh god, oh god, no ... please tell me no, little girl, he thought. He was already half way to rock hard, just imagining laying this pretty young thing over a bale of straw, and he knew that was going to be trouble for both of them. You don't need this kind of temptation, Ricky-boy. Just turn and leave--

But before he could even finish the thought, she had an answer for him...

(OOC -- don't forget, you get to pick his picture. I've only described him as good- and/or rugged-looking, fit-to-muscular, but not a body builder-type. Could be any nationality or "color".)

 

[LovelyLuna]

(OOC -- Richard Barnes)

Audrey crossed her arms over her chest, her breasts pushing up against her shirt with the movement. She took in the sight of him, light facial hair and sexy green eyes, messy dark locks. He would certainly do for a distraction from the hum-drum of every day life here on the farm -- or what used to be a farm before her mom had sold all the land they owned. They had little to no money, but they desperately needed help. The barn was falling apart and would probably collapse any day now. Their old pickup needed front wheels and probably some engine work as well. The porch on their old ranch house was wobbly in some areas and Audrey suspected dryrot. It was too much for a single mother and her daughter to handle on their own. So yes, the offer was still an accurate one.

"Well, yes... it is... but we need someone who can commit to staying here in our guest room for a few weeks at the very least. There's a lot of work to be done, and we've had a couple people run out on us after a few days..." Audrey was sure that several of those people had left because of her mother's tendency to get feisty when men who weren't her deceased husband came around. She was still grieving, in her own way, even though it had been years. Giving the guy another once-over, Audrey nodded. "I guess you'll do... do you know anything about Chevy pick up engines?"

Then she turned and beckoned him to follow her, strutting away a few paces in front of him. Her mother actually wasn't around at the moment; she had gone to her friend Cecilia's house, probably to drink cheap beer and cry. It was something she did with frequency these days. Audrey knew what to do with this newcomer, though. "I'm Audrey, by the way.... just graduated from high school, so you'll see me around all summer. It's just me and my mom now, since my old man died..." The house wasn't a far walk, a few dozen yards, and she whistled at the dog. He got up and yawned, then trotted over slowly to the girl. As she walked, she bent down to scratch the top of Tibby's head. This put her ass in a perfect position to be viewed by Richard, and Audrey knew this. She was playing up her strongest assets.

"Well, this is it... our humble abode..." Audrey stepped up on the porch, avoiding the wobbly railing, and pushed open the screen door. The inside of their home was cozy, but cluttered, filled with her mother's random projects -- things she had taken up after her husband passed. Now Audrey was forced to sidestep baskets of knitting and puzzles and needlepoint. "And this is where you'll be staying, if you decide to stay...." Audrey pushed open a door to her right, revealing a medium-sized bedroom with a full-size bed in it, a few dressers and some cheesy photographs of lighthouses. She entered first, settling herself down on the bed and crossing her legs as she looked up at the man. She realized she didn't even know his name, and here she was in a bedroom with him.... it all felt deliciously dirty to her.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

The girl crossed her arms below her breasts, forcing them upwards. Rick feared they were going to pop right out of the tight, knotted blouse; his penis only continued to harden as he watched her from behind his shades, making him happy that the tails of his untucked shirt were hanging down before his groin.

He suspected that she knew he was ogling her from behind the dark lenses. He removed the glasses, squinting his green eyes for a moment as they adjusted to the light. Eyes on her face, eyes on her face, he chided himself. Keep'em high, Ricky-boy.

The girl confirmed that they were, in fact, still looking for help, then turned to lead him toward the house.

"I'm Audrey..." she said, introducing herself and, with the comment about high school, simultaneously confirming to him that she was in fact as young as she looked but was at least legal in the eyes of the law, in not available in the eyes of her parents.

He continued to follow her toward the house, pausing for a moment as she leaned over to pet the dog, presenting her tight ass as she leaned over. Daisy Duke's, he thought, feeling a chill scratch its way up his spine as the lower reaches of her ass cheeks slipped teasingly out from the cutoff short's raggedy edges. Rick quickly donned the sunglasses again and peaked toward the house, wondering whether they were being watched.

But there didn't seem to be anyone else around. And while Rick was sure the local high school boys would love to be out here alone with the young beauty on a warm summer afternoon, he was conflicted about the situation. And learning that it was just her and her mother conflicted him even more. Bumping into daddy would have been awkward, of course, because all daddy's assume that all men want to fuck their little girls ... especially when they look like this one. But, mother's ... they were unpredictable. Audrey's mom might run him off the property with that shotgun he was thinking of earlier. Then again, she might point to a bedroom and say, Go for it. She could use some learnin' about what men are like.

When they reached the porch, Audrey continued inside but Rick stopped short. Teenage girl ... half dressed ... stranger in the house ... no, not a good idea.

He looked about as the girl continued onward, desperately wanting to see mom step out so he could explain why he was here ... and that he wasn't about to rape her little girl. But ... they were alone, Audrey and Rick; there was no sign whatsoever of the teen's mother.

"And this is where you'll be staying, if you decide to stay...." Audrey said as she pushed open a door. The bedroom was well furnished from what Rick could see ... still five feet from the entrance, hesitant to get any nearer. But, he did move forward, reaching and standing in the door way. Audrey dropped onto the bed, crossing her legs and looking to Rick.

He smiled to her politely, ogling her again from behind the shades. He stripped them off again and scanned the room, as if inspecting a rental property for appropriateness. Truth was, this was the nicest place he would have laid his head down in a long time, so he didn't really need to inspect anything any closer than he already was. He wanted to inspect Audrey closer, of course -- any red blooded man would -- but he didn't dare do something stupid at this point. Patience, boy ... wait ... meet the mother ... do some work for a few days ... the opportunity will arise.

Rick smiled a bit as he looked back to Audrey. She probably thought it was his way of showing his appreciation for the room, but it wasn't. It was a realization that suddenly struck him. Rick was already assuming that he was going to be fucking Audrey. She was a flirt, he had already concluded. The clothes ... the way she carried herself ... her situation here, alone on the farm.

But, of course ... that might all be wishful thinking, too. Just as every man who ever met Audrey wanted her, every man probably also wanted to believe that she wanted him. A lot of egos were busted by that kind of thinking.

"I like it," he said, thinking to himself the first step to having her is being near. Of course, there was the possibility that mom would show up, take one look at him, presume all he wanted here was her daughter, and run him off. Oh, well... "So ... I should probably meet your mother ... make sure she's okay with this. But--"

He looked about the room for a door to a bathroom but didn't see one. Old home, he reminded himself, knowing there was probably only one in the entire house.

He looked back to her and asked, "Do you suppose I could use your bathroom first ... get cleaned up a bit?"

It had been four or five days since his last hot shower and two days since he took a chilling, dick shrinking dive into a fast flowing river. He was getting a bit ripe -- another reason he'd stayed a few feet away from Audrey -- and he didn't really want to be introduced to her mother in this state.

 

[LovelyLuna]

Audrey listened to the stranger's request, chuckling to herself. She could tell he was having difficulty composing himself in front of her, and she was amused by it. It was a rare occasion to have a man around here for more than a couple days, and this one was definitely the most attractive to have been on the property in a long time.

Audrey was not a virgin. That was the first fact about her that her mother simply could not know. For years now she had been taking the boys in her school back behind the barn on this very property to suck them off. She had lost the big V to her first serious boyfriend and then had promptly dumped him for making a rude comment about her father. She had yet to find anyone she wanted to settle down with, or anything like that.... but she was a teenager, with raging hormones. She had needs that she wanted taken care of. It wasn't enough to lay in her worn in bed at night and masturbate furiously. She didn't have any fancy sex toys, but her slender fingers usually did the trick. She had only ever had sex once, and her pussy was incredibly tight, so she could scarcely fit more than one finger inside herself. Looking at this new man, she felt as if he could be the solution to more than just one problem on this farm.

"You'll have to tell me your name first, stranger..... I don't let men without a name take their clothes off in my bathroom...." She chuckled, standing from the bed and quickly brushing past the man where he stood in the doorway. Her bare midriff dragged gently across the bulge in his pants that she had not failed to notice. He was hard and warm, and she almost stopped right there to press up against him, but that would be highly inappropriate. Moving past him, she began to walk backwards down the hallway. "Bathroom's this way...."

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Rick's erection twitched as Audrey pushed past him, grazing her belly against him. He had tried to inconspicuously pull his hips and groin back as she neared but had failed; honestly, he wasn't sure whether he'd tried hard enough. He wanted to feel her against him -- naked and sweating from exertion -- but he also knew that the fastest way to get into trouble with her mother, and possibly the cafe waitress's Sheriff boyfriend, was to get caught naked with this barely legal young woman.

"Rick," he answered her question about his identity, falling in behind her to locate the bathroom. As he stepped inside and slowly closed the door, he continued, "Richard Barnes, but, like I said, Rick will do. Thanks for this."

He gently closed the door and then, silently, mouthed, Oh my fucking god. He was in trouble; he knew that already. He wanted this girl, and he was going to make a try for her, he knew that, too. But he had experience with farmer's daughter types -- which, of course, literally fit this situation. Fooling around with these young, erotic beauties could be hazardous to your health; just barely hidden by his hair line was the scar from a pine 2x2 that a pissed off father smacked him with after catching him atop the man's 19 year old Southern Belle angel. Another time, in Montana, he fled naked across a wide open, frozen prairie, being shot at by a 90 year old granny wielding an old Remington .22, after the woman walked in on Rick teaching her great-granddaughter that swallowing wasn't as bad as she'd been told.

He stared into the bathroom mirror for a long moment, telling himself, Concentrate on the work first, and the flirt second ... or not at all. Yeah, the work! You're here for the work! But hell...

As he undressed and no matter how he tried, he couldn't get him mind off the idea of fucking little Audrey ... her flawless, fair skin, begging to be investigated by wet lips ... that long, blond hair, flowing down upon firm, young breasts ... that perfect hourglass figure, its narrow waist made for strong hands to grip while slamming bodies together ...

She was just ... too damn irresistible. As the last of his clothes hit the floor and he admired his fit, muscular frame and his still hardened penis, he thought to himself We were made for one another, she and I.

As he turned on the shower -- little more than an old claw-foot tub retrofitted with a hose and nozzle and a plastic shower curtain hung immovably from old lead pipes, fixed to the wall above -- and waited for the hot water to reach the bathroom from the distant and ancient propane hot water heater, it occurred to him that he hadn't locked the bathroom door behind him. He fantasized Audrey bursting through the door with the after thought that she hadn't offered him a towel ... or the opposite end of the joyful spectrum, Audrey's mother bursting in with a butcher knife and her eyes on Rick's dick, wanting to know why a strange man was in her bathroom ... with a hard on.

He shivered with horror as he stepped into the tub ... then laughed at his own crazy mind.

 

[LovelyLuna]

Audrey pressed her back against the wall beside the bathroom door and listened in to Rick turning on the water and inevitably stepping into the shower. She knew the heat of the water would be unsatisfactory... it always waited for ten minutes before getting hot, then scalded you, then went back to being lukewarm for another five minutes before getting cold. Audrey was used to it, however, and Rick wasn't. What if he was injured by the temperature of the water? Audrey could feel her thoughts becoming absolutely ridiculous, and she knew she was desperately searching for any excuse to go back into that bathroom and get a better look at what Rick had underneath his pants.

She stood there for another minute or so, pondering her choices, before deciding that she had plenty of time to interrupt him, as her mother wouldn't be home for another hour or so. She could just bring him a towel, then warn him about the water, and act totally surprised when she got a glimpse of his cock (which she knew was probably rock solid for her at the moment). She hadn't failed to take notice of the way he had been looking at her. She knew he wanted her. Mustering up some courage, Audrey rapped on the door a few times, grabbing a towel from the linen closet right next to the bathroom. "Rick? I forgot something..." Leaning against the door, she didn't wait for him to respond before pushing it open. The shower curtain was pulled shut, but she could see the distinct outline of the man's body behind it. "Also, I wanted to warn you about our hot water....." Audrey bit her lip to hold back a giggle as she realized how close she was to this newcomer's naked form. She felt thrilled, and dangerous.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

It took forever for the water to even show signs of getting warm; Rick played with the knobs labeled hot andcold, thinking that maybe years or decades earlier someone had put the wrong one on the wrong side, but when the temperature finally began to increase, he accepted that it was simply old pipes, poor insulation, and a tired hot water heater.

He practically leaped to the back of the tub as a surge of scalding water hit him. Jesus! Well, I know what the first thing I'm offering to fix is now, don't I...? Finally, the temperature evened out and he stepped back into the wonderful, comfortable stream of water. It had been too long since he'd just stood under warm, flowing water; although he loved being out on the road, seeing America as few ever did, such travel did have its pitfalls.

He studied the shower a bit as he turned to warm his front, then his sides, then his back again. Whoever had fashioned the make shift shower -- presumably Audrey's mother -- had done a pretty good job, considering the supplies at hand. Lead pipes, a multitude of fittings, three different sized screws fastening the fixture to the wall; it's was hokey, but it worked.

The shower curtain looked to be little more than a folded over sheet of plastic, like what he'd used on one of his temporary jobs to wrap freight being shipped across the country. Through the clear plastic, he could just barely make out the shapes of the fixtures beyond the plastic -- the toilet, the cabinet, the mirror -- but not clear enough to have known what they were had he not already seen them.

He rolled his head back into the spray, feeling the hot liquid flood over his forehead, his face, down his cheeks, into his ears ... wow ... I needed this. I could get used to--

Rick pulled his head out of the stream that was masking his hearing, thinking he'd heard something. He shook his head, clearing his ears, and looked through the plastic ... to see a new shape beyond. And he was pretty sure what -- or who -- this one was.

"Also, I wanted to warn you..." Audrey said, confirming her identity. "...about our hot water."

"Thanks," Rick said quickly, unsure of how else to react to a young woman he didn't know entering the bathroom he was currently naked in ... taking a shower in ... taking a shower naked in...

His mind was racing -- as was his heart, he realized -- as he thought of all the possibilities ... good and bad, wrong and right. He knew he should just say Thanks, I'll be out in a bit, bye! ... but ...

He couldn't help himself. He grasped the shower curtain level with his groin, then used his elbow to pull the curtain back. The result was that Rick exposed much of his upper body from just below his belly button to Audrey; the water at his back splashed upon the curtain, as a stream of water snaked its way down his muscular chest over his flat abs and ... further downward.

He gave the young beauty a quick ogle -- not at all hiding the fact that he was doing it -- and then, looking back up to her eyes, again repeated, "Thanks, Audrey. I really appreciate this."

 

[LovelyLuna]

Audrey felt a hot flush creep up in her cheeks as Rick pulled the shower curtain back to look at her. She could see just down to the darkened patch of hair above where his groin was, and her active imagination could fill in the rest of the picture. As she quickly dragged her eyes up to meet his, she could see that his gaze had been working down and back up her own body. She blushed deeper, letting the door close behind her as he thanked her... perhaps a little bit too enthusiastically.

"Uhm.... well.... you're welcome, Rick...." Audrey bit her lip hard, holding out the towel in front of her, her arm shaking. She had felt empowered and thrilled before, yes, but now she was nervous. She had never seen a man this much older than her with so little clothing on... but Rick wasn't too much older than her at all, was he? He was just like.. another guy. Like one of the ones that Audrey had been with before now... of course, there was just the one guy that she had slept with. But she had pleased all the other ones fairly well... she knew what she was doing with her mouth.

Audrey felt even more aware of her age now, worried that Rick was looking down at her. Perhaps she had imagined the way he drank in the sight of her body. Perhaps she had been wrong about him lusting after her. After all, she was a kid. In his eyes, she could be no more than a little girl who would be well suited for pigtails and Barbie dolls. Audrey swallowed hard, then realized she was just standing there, holding out a towel as she stared at Rick.

"Erm... I brought you this towel... so you wouldn't have to run out later and grab one, in the nude...." Audrey took a step or two forward now, still holding out the fuzzy blue thing. "Should I leave it here, on the chair...? Or.. are you done? Do you need it now?"