"You better believe it won't," said Benton. "It can't, because you're fired."
"Oh, NO," Michelle gasped.
She just couldn't lose that job. It was hard enough to find summer work in that small town, but very few jobs paid as well as this one. She needed to save her money so she could many Kurt. Mid how could she possibly explain to her parents how she'd lost her job?
"Oh, please, Mr. Benton," she begged, "give me another chance. After all, no harm was done. Nobody saw me except you."
Ray Benton studied the girl's stricken face and thoughtfully stoked his beard. "You're pretty desperate to keep this job, aren't you?" he said. "It must mean a lot to you, Michelle. Is that true?"
"Oh, yes," she said fervently. "I really need the money, Mr. Benton. If I don't save my money, I won t be able to get married next year."
"Then you'd do anything to keep this job?" Benton asked.
"Oh, yes, sir," Michelle blurted. "You just name it, and I'll do it."
There was a long silence while Benton studied her. Michelle wondered how a guy who probably wasn't thirty yet had come to be manager of the hotel and to have so many responsibilities. He must be very talented, very ruthless, or both. At last he moved closer to her, so close she could feel the warmth of his: body, and seemed to study her even more intently.
"According to your application, you're eighteen," he said. "I hope you didn't lie about that."
"Oh, no," said Michelle. "I can show you my birth certificate."
"I'll take your word for it," Benton said. "I just wanted to be sure." He trailed off and suddenly slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. Michelle, astonished, went stiff. Benton's hot fingers slid under her shirt and caressed the firm silky skin of her waist.
"So you'd do anything to keep this job?" he said with a slight smile. "All right, Michelle, I'll give you another chance. Let me make love to you-right here and now-and I'll forget what I saw this afternoon."
Michelle felt herself slowly reddening. My God, what a choice. She'd never thought about balling Ray Benton. The man she wanted to give her virginity to was Jay Sommers. And right now she wasn't so sure she wanted to ball anybody. She remembered the brutal pounding Jay had given Kristi's cunt. Oh, Christ, what was she going to do?
"Make up your mind, baby," Ray said impatiently. "I've got work to do."
"It's not easy to decide," Michelle said. "I'm a virgin, Mr. Benton."
He looked astonished. "You're kidding," he said "I didn't know there were any virgins loft in this country, at least over fourteen."
"Well, I am," Michelle said, her face red, "and I'd planned to stay that way till I got married-so it isn't easy to decide about your offer. But I really need this job." She begged shamelessly, hoping
he'd let her off with some easier punishment.
But the idea of her being a virgin only excited Ray Benton. "Far out," he chuckled. "Listen, you let me pop your cherry, honey, and you can spy on all the guests you want, provided you're careful, of course. Come on, we can go in here."
Before she could answer, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her after him. He opened an inner door of his office, which she'd thought was a closet, and led her into a small windowless room with a leather couch and a portable bar. He locked the door securely and started unknotting his necktie. He grinned eagerly at Michelle.
"Go ahead, baby, get undressed," he said.
Michelle swallowed hard. "Mr. Benton," she said nervously, "I really haven't made up my mind yet. Could you give me another day?"
"I could," he said, starting to unbutton his shin, "but I won't. I don't have to. I hold all the cards. So fuck me now or lose your job, kid. It's that simple."
Michelle started to cry quietly as she stepped out of her shoes. She wanted more time to think, but she knew she couldn't lose this job. Those five dollar tips from Jay Sommers were just the beginning and it was too late in the summer to find other work. She'd just have to let Ray Benton ball her. She had no choice.
"That's better," he said with satisfaction.
Michelle didn't have very many clothes to take off, so she dawdled and undressed as slowly as possible. She found herself curious to look at Ray Benton, too. After all, he was a pretty attractive guy. As he removed his shirt and t-shirt, she saw
that his chest was hard, tan and matted with golden-brown hairs. He was in good shape, his arms tautly muscled.
He slipped out of his pants and then his shorts, and Michelle was gawking again. Well-muscled tan legs, flat belly, a lean hard young body-Ray Benton looked as good as Jay, if not better. His whiskers made him look like a hippie, but he was clean and well-groomed.
And then there was his cock.
Michelle didn't realize she was licking her lips while she stared at his cock. He had a stiff hard-on, his prick standing right up and hugging his belly. His pale blue-veined cock was longer than Jay's or Kurt's, eight inches of thick rigid meat. The purple head looked huge to her virgin eyes, and it was dribbling little streams of juice.
It was too big, she was sure of that. It was going to hurt terribly to take that enormous hard cock into her tiny virgin cunt. She didn't want to do it, but how was she going to get out of it? Desperately she tried to think.
"Whenever you get through admiring my dick, you can finish taking your clothes off," Ray said dryly.
Michelle blushed scarlet. She'd had no idea she was staring so hard and obviously. She quickly pulled her t-shirt off over her head, tousling her thick straight blonde hair. Ray looked at her grapefruit-size jugs and murmured his approval. His cock gave a horny lurch and spewed out more sticky cream.
"Nice," he said, "very nice. Now the rest of your clothes honey and don't take all day. It's
been years since I balled a virgin, and I'm a little impatient."
Michelle shuddered. She tried not to think of his stiffly erect cock, the biggest cock she'd ever seen, pressing cruelly into her untried cunt. It was going to hurt like hell-it Had to. But she'd made up her mind to go through with it. She had to keep her job. Trembling nervously she unzipped her shorts and drew them down.
"Now your panties," Ray said, watching her eagerly.
Michelle blushed continually as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly drew the garment down. Ray's eyes followed her progress, and when her little blonde muff was exposed, he moaned softly and drew closer to her. She almost tripped stepping out of her panties, she was so nervous.
"Come on over to the couch, doll," he said, taking her hand.
Michelle followed him, but she felt no excitement over the fact that she was about to have her very first fuck. She felt like crying, in fact. Ray Benton was NOT the man she wanted to take her virginity. She wanted Jay Sommers-or even good old familiar Kurt-but not this bearded stranger. Oh, damn it all, how had she gotten herself into such a mess?
"Jesus, you're beautiful," Ray murmured as he eased her down on her back.
She was, too, tall and slim and golden, her skin satiny and flawless. Her plump round tits stood straight up, the nipples taut and pink. Her small triangular bush glistened. Ray could hardly decide
where to touch her first, since he wanted to touch her all over. His eager prick drooled a big glob of juice that dropped onto Michelle's thigh. She squeaked and flinched.
"Hey, take it easy, honey," he laughed. "I'm not Jack the Ripper. I'm not gonna hurt you."
"Oh, yes you are," Michelle wailed, suddenly bunting into tears. "I'm a virgin-it HAS to hurt."
"Oh, I get it," Ray said. "Yeah, I see what's worrying you. Well, listen, sweetheart, even THAT doesn't have to hurt. Take my word for it. Only some kind of clod would just jump on you and stick it in. I'm gonna get you hot first, get you good and ready. Then it won't hurt, I promise."