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 THE HARD BODY CLERK'S NEW BEGINNING BY DL SLOAN

   CHAPTER 10: THE PLAN IN ACTION

   She ate breakfast before Norm was even up, leaving a plate for him.  As
she ate, she mulled over what type of girls she needed to find.  Aside from
the obvious - young and beautiful - they also needed to be energetic,
willing to work hard, creative and fun-loving.  They had to be
strong-willed enough to give and take with some horny, hard-working,
hard-living men, yet diplomatic enough to not overreact when they went too
far.  It wasn't going to be easy.  She thought about strippers, but the
ones who enjoyed that were making more than she could offer and the ones
who didn't probably would be too jaded about men to have the right attitude
for this job.

   She thought about models, but reminded herself that waiting tables was
hard work that wouldn't pay nearly as well as a good model would make. 
There was more to this job than just looking pretty.

   She kept coming back to fun-loving, energetic, smart, creative.  Yes,
she was going to be able to offer decent money, but a girl just looking to
make money offer her looks could do better as a model, stripper or call
girl.  She needed girls who wanted to have fun with it.  College girls
seemed like the best option.  She knew there were several campuses in the
city and mapped out a plan.  She figured she needed 10 girls to start and
guessed at least half would quit after the shopping trip.  It was one thing
to hear what you had to do and another entirely to start doing it.  So, her
goal was to find 20 girls who not only wanted to do it, but also met her
own high standards for appearance and demeanor.  She didn't want to waste
time with girls who weren't going to do it right.  That was her plan to
start, but who knew, she might have to resort to trolling for hookers if
she didn't' have any luck.

   Cori knew she had a great business model in mind, but finding girls -
the right girls - was the whole key to making it work.  She also knew that
word of mouth was going to be the ticket to get the guys in the door, so
she called the Tony, the cab driver she had met on her first day in San
Diego, and asked him for a favor - actually, there would be two, but the
second would come later.

   "I don't know if you remember me, but you gave me your number and you
helped me pick up my step-father from the hospital," Cori started.

   "Of course I remember you," Tony said, thinking, `how could anyone
forget her?  "You were so hot I thought you had to be a porn star.  How's
your step-father?"

   "Much better, thank you," Cori said, reminded of Tony's odd combination
of seeming like a genuinely nice guy while also being quite blunt about his
attraction to her.  "Listen, I know I owe you a favor more than the other
way around, but I still don't know many people here and need some help."

   "Sure, what is it?"

   "I need to run some errands and get around to several different places
today," Cori said.  "I'm going to need to cover a lot of ground quickly and
I don't know the area at all yet.  Any chance that date you asked me for
could be preceded by a day of driving around the city?"

   "Actually, I'm off today," Tony said, "so it would be no problem at all.
I'll pick you up in 30 minutes.  It's going to be hot today, so you might
want to wear something that's, you know, appropriately cool."

   "Of course," Cori said.  "Thank you for the reminder.  You're so sweet."

   She went to the closet to find something suitable.  She would have
thought that the new her would have been reluctant to break out in her old
"slutty" clothes, but on the contrary, she found herself almost looking
forward to it.  Her new clothes were more comfortable and she was glad to
have them, but a little dress up was fun too.  She just wished she could
get into a relationship where a little bit of both - some slutty, some
normal - would be acceptable.  Even her friends in Georgia had been very
reluctant to allow her to wear "normal" clothes in their presence.  Of
course, they were splitting her time and services four ways, so it was
somewhat understandable.  Norm's demands, on the other hand, had been
unrealistic.  She hoped Tony would be there before Norm woke up - she
didn't want him to see her dressed in anything revealing.

   And while it didn't match some of the scandalous outfits she had worn in
the past, this attire was definitely sexy.  It was a basic black mini dress
- with a few special touches courtesy of her friends at The Hard Body Shop.
The dress itself was very light, tight and strapless.  Two sizes too small,
it was sexy enough, but hardly up to their standards.  So, they had taken
her to a seamstress who had made the necessary adjustments, shortening the
dress so that if she pulled it up high enough to cover her nipples, it
would come down just far enough to cover her pussy - if she was standing
straight.  If she pulled it down even a fraction, one or both of her
nipples would pop free.  If she bent over, her ass, which hung halfway out
as it was, would be completely bared.  Making matters that much more
revealing, they had requested large oval sections be taken out of each side
and over her belly so that her belly button would be bare along with her
sides from hip to armpit.  As a result, if she moved a certain way, anyone
standing beside her might be granted a free peek at her breasts through the
side of the dress.

   The clingy fabric molded to her curves, outlining her breasts, nipples
and hips.  Naturally, she never wore a bra under it and a black thong was
really the only way to go.  Black heels with straps around the ankles
completed the look - one she felt would help draw Tony's approval and
assistance, some attention on campus and, of course, be a suitable outfit
for whatever kind of date Tony had in mind.

   She wrote Norm a quick note and waited outside for Tony, who showed up
just a few minutes later.  She didn't have to read his face to tell if he
liked the outfit or not.  "Wow, you look amazing," Tony said.  "That's the
hottest dress I've ever seen."

   "Thanks," Cori said, sliding into the seat of his car, an old Camaro
that he had obviously either fixed up or taken very good care of.  "Thank
you so much for doing this."

   "No problem," Tony said, his eyes devouring her.  "I'm sure you'll make
it up to me somehow.  So, where are we going?"

   Cori explained the situation and that she needed to find young,
attractive women to help at the truck stop.  Tony agreed that campuses
would be a good place to start and promptly drove to the nearest one.  As
they entered the campus area, there were several small speed bumps.  His
mind firmly on Cori's breasts, Tony hit the first one at a full 25 miles
per hour - not fast, but enough to cause a good jolt.  His eyes shot to
Cori's chest and he saw those big orbs jerk up in unison, then slam down.
The top of the dress was so tight that it was basically hooked over those
long nipples, which were barely hanging on.

   Her breasts were still jiggling when he hit the next one and as they
slammed over the hump, her dressed snapped down hard against her rib cage
as her breasts emerged triumphantly from their constraints, flopping up
with such force that they nearly smacked her in the face.  She grabbed the
dress and stuffed her tits back inside as quickly as possible, but not
before Tony had a good long look.

   "Sorry about that," Cori said, feigning embarrassment.  "I guess I don't
fit into this dress quite as well as I used to."

   "I'd say it fits you perfectly," Tony said, pulling into a parking space
near one of the quads.  There were dozens of students walking around, some
hurrying to a class, others strolling slowly, some playing volleyball and
Frisbee and football, some studying in the grass.  There were plenty of
exercisers too, joggers and bikers riding around on the paths.  If he
didn't have Cori in the car with him, Tony most certainly would have been
admiring the view as a good portion of the students were indeed very
attractive young women.  But his half-naked Cori had them all beat.

   He waited in the car while she went out to recruit.  He watched her ass
intently as she moved across the lot and approached the quad.  Not only was
she gorgeous and sexy as hell with the way she walked, but he also admired
her confidence and determination as she prepared to approach complete
strangers with a most unusual proposition.

   Cori smiled to herself as she walked toward the campus, knowing she had
given Tony exactly what he wanted - at least so far - and that he would
definitely be prepared to do anything to help her today.  And, unless he
turned into a complete jerk, she would absolutely show him her appreciation
later.  But now it was time to start thinking like a guy and look for the
right girls to train.

   Thinking like a guy came pretty natural to her these days, at least in
terms of figuring out what guys liked to look at.  All the specialized
outfits, modeling sessions with bizarre poses and endless variety of sexual
positions had taught her a great deal about what turned a guy on.  She
didn't always understand why they thought or acted the way they did, but
she at least had learned to anticipate what they would like.

   She scanned across the quad, not knowing exactly what she was looking
for - until she saw a brunette walking down the sidewalk who immediately
caught her eye.  If you just heard that she was wearing jeans, pumps and a
tank top, you might not get excited.  But it was obvious at one glance that
this girl knew how to work her body.  The jeans weren't all that revealing,
of course, but they were exceptionally tight, molded to an ass that Cori
herself admired, wondering how she kept it so firm and round.  The way she
walked, head high, chest out, told Cori she was confident, sexy.  Her
breasts looked to be firm and round and about average size.  Her dark hair
hung down to her shoulder blades.

   "Well, she certainly looks good enough and isn't afraid to flaunt it,"
Cori said to herself, stepping forward as the girl approached.  "Excuse me,
can I talk to you for a second?"

   "Sure," the girl stopped, smiling at Cori, checking out her unique,
oh-so-revealing dress.  "Quite a dress you have there." It didn't sound
like a compliment, but it didn't have a judgmental tone either.

   "Thanks," Cori said.  "A little skimpy, I know, but the guys like it."

   "Oh, the things we do for guys," the girl nodded.  "I can barely fit in
these jeans anymore, but my boyfriend used to beg me to wear them.  He's
history now, but I still wear them.  Doesn't make much sense, does it?"

   "I'm Cori.  I just wanted to ask you if you'd be interested in a really
good paying job with flexible hours."

   "Maybe," the girl said.  "I'm Brandy."

   "Nice to meet you, Brandy.  Look, I'll get straight to it.  My
step-father is part owner of a truck stop restaurant.  He's been sick and
he and his partner are failing in their business.  I know how to help them,
but I need help from girls like you."

   "What do you mean?" Brandy said.  "Girls like me?"

   "Pretty girls who are friendly, flirty and don't mind, you know, showing
off a little bit."

   "I'm no stripper," Brandy said, "I don't want to work in some topless
bar."

   "No, no," Cori said.  "This would be more like Hooters - sexy outfits,
serving food, no sex or anything.  Just a little teasing to help get the
customers in and make them want to come back.  And, I'm sure you can
imagine, they would tip well too.  I know it's a lot to ask, which is why
we're offering great base pay, a clothing allowance and you get to keep all
of your tips."

   "100 percent?"

   "Yes," Cori said.  "And you'll be totally safe - at least five security
guys at all times."

   "Sounds fishy," Brandy said.

   "I understand," Cori said, handing her a card.  "I'd be skeptical too.
Look, just come to the truck stop Saturday at 9.  You'll get $30 and a free
meal just for showing up and listening to more of the proposal.  If you
like it, great.  If not, you can leave and never look back."

   "All right," Brandy said.  "I'll think about it." She took the card and
walked off, her ass wiggling back and forth in those tight jeans.  Cori
looked around and saw several guys looking at her, but several others
following Brandy as she walked off.  Yes, she would be a good one to get.

   Over the next hour, Cori handed out another 15 invitations.  She talked
to many more girls than that, but some weren't interested and some she
wasn't interested in hiring because of their attitude - too snobby, too
shy, too naïve.  She didn't need any of that.  She had worn the dress for
Tony but found it to be a good measuring tool.  The girls that gave her
disapproving looks and made snide comments were clearly wrong and she
didn't waste her time on them.

   Of course, she had to wade through the usual dreck of guys hitting on
her.  She didn't mind the ones who stared or made comments as they passed
by - that was all in good fun.  But the ones that came over and leered at
her or put their arms around her were not only annoying, but blocking her
view.  She would chase them off by nodding toward the car and Tony, who
would wave and nod as they moved off.

   By the time Cori got back to the car, Tony was sitting on the hood,
drinking a Coke.  He handed one to Cori as well and she took it gratefully,
leaning against the car.

   "Looks like a tough job," Tony said.  "How many more do you have to
get?"

   "As many as I can," Cori said.  "Thanks for the Coke and for helping
with the guys."

   "Happy to help," Tony said.  "It would look more convincing if you'd
give me a kiss." He leaned toward her and she kissed him on the mouth while
he put his hand on her breast and gave it a firm squeeze before reaching
down to pinch her ass cheek just below the bottom of the dress.

   "That ought to do it," Cori grinned.

   He took her to two more campuses and she handed out a total of 52
invitations during the course of the day.  She hoped that would be enough.
If half showed up, that would be 26 and if she could get 10-12 of them to
stay on, that would be great.  The good news was that there was such a
multitude of attractive young women that Cori felt very confident that men
would be pleased with any of the 52 she convinced to take the job.

   "OK, we're done," Cori said, sliding back into the car, her skirt hiking
up as she bent her long legs and sat down.  "Again, thank you so much for
all this."

   "Any time," Tony said, his eyes on Cori's bare thighs.  He had been
watching her and fantasizing about finally having her all day.  Now, with
the chores over, he was about to burst.  "Look, I think I know how you're
going to repay me - at least I hope so.  And I know this isn't hardly
romantic, but right now, I'm horny as hell.  Now, I won't make you do it,
but if you were going to be willing to fuck me at the end of our date
tonight, I'm just asking for a quick blowjob right now.  Then, we'll have a
nice dinner and whatever."

   Cori was again surprised by Tony's directness.  Even guys who knew they
were going to fuck her were seldom this direct.  It certainly could have
been insulting, but she found it refreshing and interesting.  This man knew
what he wanted and he got right to the point.  And dressed the way she was,
it was easy to see why he'd be so presumptuous.  Still, she decided to play
with him a little.  She was curious to see how he'd react.

   "Wow," Cori said, jerking her head back.  "What kind of girl do you
think I am?  Do you think I'm some kind of whore?  Look, I know I dress a
little revealing, but that's no reason to think I'm going to blow you on
demand."

   "True," Tony said calmly.  "It's not.  And if you don't want to, I won't
make you.  But I'm not going to play games with you either.  You wanted
some help today and you got it because I wanted to help you.  Now, I want
you.  It's up to you to decide if you want to help me or not.  If you do,
I'll tell you exactly what I want.  If you don't, I'll take you home.  I
want to make it clear that you owe me nothing.  Don't justify fucking me by
saying you owed me.  You don't.  If you fuck me, do it because you want
to."

   Wow, again, Cori thought.  This is one strange guy.  He's giving me an
out, leaving the decision all up to me.  She was used to guys trying to
take the guilt out of it for her.  "Well, you owe me because you have this
great job." "You owe me because your mom was a bitch to me." Whatever.  But
here this guy, who she really did owe, wanted nothing that she wasn't
willing to give of her own volition.  Cori had always taken the bait from
guys, justifying her actions to herself by saying, well, I didn't have much
choice, or, it was the nice thing to do.  That had been her plan with Tony.
Now, with that crutch knocked away, she was forced to face the hard truth -
did she really want to fuck this guy she barely knew or not.  She was
surprised at how easily the answer came to her.

   "I want to," Cori said.  "I want you to tell me what you want."

   "Like I said, I need a blowjob right here, right now," Tony said.  There
was no hint of surprise or victory in his voice.  "I want you to swallow
every inch, I want you to suck it as hard as you can and I want you to
swallow every last drop.  Any questions?"

   "What if someone sees us?" Cori asked.  "We're right in the middle of
the parking lot.  I mean, look, there are students walking around all over
the place."

   "I'm counting on them seeing us," Tony said, again amazingly calm,
especially given the immense hard-on she saw tenting his pants now.  "But
you pay no attention.  You're to be focused on one thing and one thing
only." He pulled his cock out of his pants and waved the thick, veiny thing
for her.  "If you focus on this, everything else will take care of itself."
He continued waving it back and forth, slowly brandishing it in front of
her eyes as if trying to hypnotize her with it.

   Cori leaned over and, for the next 15 minutes, did what she does better
than anything else and arguably better than anyone else.  She never once
looked up, never thought about doing anything but her absolute best for his
solid piece of meat.  She wasn't thanking him or repaying him.  She was
giving a great blowjob because she loved to do it - to be nice, to give to
others, to please others.  Tony had given his time and transportation to
her out of the goodness of his heart - no strings attached.  Wanted, but
not attached.  Now, she was giving him her mouth, her tongue, her lips and
her throat out of her own generosity and caring.

   She heard him moan several times and heard him lower the window, talking
to someone who was obviously looking in, just inches from the action, no
doubt watching ever move of Cori's mouth.  "Looks like you're having a good
day, dude," came the young man's voice.

   "Definitely," Tony said.  "Every man needs at least one of these a day,
don't you think?"

   "No doubt.  The world would be a lot better place if every guy got a
daily blowjob.  Doesn't seem like that much to ask, really?  Damn, she's
really going after it."

   "Yeah," Tony said, gently patting the back of Cori's head.  "She's had a
lot of practice, if you know what I mean.  I'm lucky, she just can't get
enough of it.  I always offer to fuck her pussy or let her jerk me off, but
no, nine times out of 10 she wants it in her throat."

   "Fuck, no way.  Dudes, get over her, you gotta see this bitch."

   In some foggy part of her brain, she registered the sound of shuffling
feet and a lot of "holy shits" and "fucks" being expressed.  Tony was
telling them what a hot piece of ass she was and she was certainly backing
up everything he said, both in appearance and action.

   "Does she ever come up for breath?" one guy asked.

   "Not until she's done swallowing," Tony said.

   "She swallows?  Fuck, that's hot."

   "Never misses a drop," Tony boasted.  "And when she does, she'll lick it
off anything - the ground, the furniture, hell, even the toilet seat."

   "No fucking way.  You're full of shit."

   "I don't care if you believe me or not," Tony said.

   "Well, hell, I believe you," another guy said.  "If you can get a bitch
this hot to dress like that and deep throat you in public, I'm willing to
believe about anything you say."

   "Would you believe she can cum just by giving a blowjob?"

   "Fuck no."

   "Well, watch and see for yourself."

   Tony reached down and snapped the top of her dress down, letting her
tits hang down so that her hardened nipples brushed against the leather
seat.  He then grabbed the bottom of her dress and yanked it up, revealing
the little thong and other wise bare ass cheeks.  Guys were surrounding the
car now, watching through all available window space now.  Tony was
surprised that none tried to cop a feel.  But they were all respectful, not
wanting to spoil Tony's fun or the show.

   Tony grabbed her thong and pulled it up, yanking the fabric so that he
knew it was burying itself in her pussy, rubbing across her clit.

   "No fair if you fuck her with her panties," someone yelled.

   "Just giving her something to think about," Tony replied, letting go of
the thong, which snapped against her ass with an audible slap.  "I won't
touch her again, except with my cock in her mouth, of course.  You'll see.
She'll cum before I do."

   "Hell no," one guy said.

   "I'll bet you she does," another said.  Soon, everyone was making bets,
yelling and shouting.  All the while, Tony talked calmly, his deep voice
resonating in her ear.  It was if his voice and his cock were combining to
block out all other noises.  The voices in the background were nothing more
than dim white noise.

   "You're doing great," Tony said gently.  "You look fantastic and this
feels great.  Your nipples are so hard.  Can you feel them rubbing across
the seat?" She could, and it felt great.  "I pulled your thong up.  Can you
feel it pressing against your clit?  Your pussy lips are wrapped around it
like a tight, pink taco.  So hot and wet.  Can you feel it?" She could
indeed.  "Your ass is exposed.  Can you feel the breeze on your ass cheeks?
Can you feel the hot sun coming through the sunroof?  Does it feel hot on
your ass?" It did.

   "My cock is all the way in your mouth now.  It's throbbing.  I'm so
close to cumming.  Can you feel it pulsing?" She could "That's what you're
doing to me.  You're so amazing.  You're making me throb.  Did you know you
could do that?" She did.  And she loved it.  "Later, I'll fuck your little
pussy for you.  Maybe your ass too.  Can you imagine this cock spreading
you open, driving up into you, pounding you over and over.  Relentless. 
All.  Night.  Long." She was imagining it right now.  She felt the tingle
in her pussy and the jolts of electricity tracing across her aroused
nipples.  She felt the warmth of the sun on her ass, the soft fabric of the
thong pressed against her clit.  She felt the power of his cock.  It's
throbbing, pulsing, driving power.  She smelled his musk and sensed the
rising of his cum.  His words had painted the picture and now she was
inside it, living it.  She felt the eyes on her and spread her legs a
little wider, offering a better view to those behind her.

   And what they saw was a pussy that was undeniably wet.  They saw hips
that were churning now, grinding as if against an invisible cock.

   "Dude, she needs it back here," one guy said, starting to open the door.


   "Don't even think about it," Tony said.  His deep voice and dark eyes
made him look and sound dangerous.  The guy backed off, closing the door.

   If you had asked Cori about it 15 minutes later, she wouldn't have
remembered that.  She was in a trance-like state now.  Maybe Tony had
hypnotized her with his cock and baritone voice.  She was oblivious to
everything but his cock and her pussy and her nipples.  She was entering
the throws of an orgasm and didn't even know it.  Tony and the guys sure
did.

   "See, the nostrils?" Tony said.  He was talking to the guys now.  "I bet
her pussy's dripping, right?"

   "Hell yeah," one guy with a proper view reported.

   "See the nipples?" Tony said again, nodding toward Cori's aching buds.
"She's going to cum fellas.  Hope you made the right bet."

   "She's faking," someone yelled.  "Any bitch can fake."

   "Believe what you want," Tony said.

   "Fuck, she ain't faking," someone else said.  "Look, he's right.  The
nostrils, the nipples, that fucking cunt.  Hell, she's practically humping
the air.  I can smell her!  If this bitch blows, it's no fucking act."

   While that argument ensued, Tony again turned his voice toward the
beauty in his lap.  "Feel it all now, Cori.  Feel the leather on your
nipples.  Feel the satin on your clit.  Feel the sun and wind on your ass.
Feel my balls on your chin.  Feel my cock on your tongue and in your
throat. Feel the cum rising out of my balls, oozing out of my cock and onto
your tongue.  Feel it slide between your teeth and under your tongue.  Feel
it coat your throat and surround your tonsils on its way down.  Feel your
pussy ache for a shot of the same jizz.  Feel it beg for release.  Feel it
cum, Cori.  Cum."

   Cori was little more than a puppet, controlled not by hand or force, but
simply by a throbbing magic wand and a hypnotizing voice.  She did cum. 
Her body jerking in those sharp, unmistakable convulsions that rippled
along her belly and made her arch her back.

   "She's cumming!" one guy yelled.  Others quickly concurred, making
comments about how hot that was and what a slut she was for cumming so
easily.  Only a few - obviously those who had bet against her - still tried
in vain to claim it was fake, but even they eventually relented, unable to
argue against what their eyes had just seen.

   The show, of course, continued, as Tony reveled in making Cori cum and
displaying her for everyone.  All the while, he was enjoying his
world-class blowjob, which was about to come to an end.  There was only so
much a man could take and he had reached his limit.  He blew his wad into
her mouth and she swallowed diligently, hungrily, just as promised.

   Only when he was done did she lift her head and sit up, looking around
at the horny crowd of guys staring at her, lust in their eyes.  They were
clapping and cheering and wishing they could take a turn.  The guys near
the passenger side now had access to reach in and cop a feel, grabbing at
her arm and breast, pinching her nipple.

   "Knock it off," Tony said, hitting the window button for the passenger
side.  The guys pulled their hands back reluctantly to avoid getting them
pinched.  "Gentlemen," Tony nodded to the slowly retreating crowd as he
started the car and backed up.

   "How did you know I'd cum?" Cori asked, pulling her top back up and
plucking the thong out from between her pussy lips.

   "I didn't," Tony admitted, "but I had a feeling.  I figured if you
thought cumming would make me feel good, you'd want to do it and give in to
whatever inhibitions would normally hold you back, especially in public."

   Although Cori had played the naïve, ditzy routine many times, she knew
she wasn't dumb.  She had never felt dumb around any of the guys at the
shop or even Norm, despite his efforts to belittle her.  But now, this guy
had her feeling like a moron.  How could he understand so much about her in
such a short time?  He seemed to know things about her she didn't know
about herself.  He had a quiet confidence which she supposed was why he was
so direct.

   She looked at him now as if seeing him for the first time.  There was
nothing about him that was striking ...  except for that deep voice and
those dark eyes.  He had dark hair and was of Hispanic descent.  He looked
to be in his 30s and was average in height and weight - a little pudge
around the middle, but nothing excessive.  His cock was average in both
width and length.  He had an average job and an average name.  Yet nothing
about this man was average.  He was dark, mysterious and intelligent.  And
that, not his average body, made him sexy as hell to her.

   "You don't think that was wrong of me to do, do you?" Cori asked,
surprised at herself for caring what this guy thought of her.  She had
always been able to tell herself that she wasn't a slut no matter what
others thought and she believed that.  But now, she actually feared he
would call her that.  For some reason, his judgment of her would way more
than that of 100 others.

   "What, blowing me in public?" Tony scoffed.  "Hell no.  I think it was
cool as hell.  Don't let anyone ever judge you for that.  You're better
than all of them, Cori.  You're not a slut.  You're not a whore.  You're
just an insanely gorgeous babe who was put on this planet to please.  You
have the body and the spirit for it.  Don't let anyone take that away. 
You're afraid I don't respect you, but you couldn't be further from the
truth."

   "Thank you," Cori said, genuinely touched.  If this guy was giving her a
snow job to set her up for another public banging, it was working.  She was
ready to spread eagle in the middle of the road for him if that's what he
wanted.

   "It's hard for a woman to be sexy and independent and professional and
whatever the hell else she's supposed to be in this day and age," Tony
continued.  "But you're all of that.  Now, what I want to do the rest of
the evening is this.  I want to take you home and cook you dinner while you
prance around in nothing but your heels and your thong.  Then, I'll spend
the rest of the night fucking you in as many different ways as I can,
capped by a morning blowjob before I take you home."

   "OK," was all Cori could say.

   "Do you need to check on your step-father first?"

   "Oh, shoot, yeah," Cori said.  "I better call him."

   "Use my phone," Tony said, handing her his cell.  She dialed the number
and Norm picked up.  He was angry, but trying to hide it, still holding out
pathetic hope of one day fucking her again.

   "Where have you been?"

   "Recruiting," Cori said.

   "But the car's still here.  Who are you with?"

   "A friend," Cori said.

   "Well, did you forget about me?  I need help.  I haven't had a bath yet
and I would like a decent meal tonight."

   "That's your fault," Cori said, angry that he was laying a guilt trip on
her.  "I know you can take care of yourself now.  And if you don't want to
cook, there's money on the coffee table.  Order a pizza.  I'll see you
tomorrow."

   She hung up the phone before he could answer and nodded to Tony.  "I'm
yours for the night, sir."

   "I know," Tony said, sound every bit like a man who did, indeed, know
what he wanted and how to get it.  He didn't sound surprised or giddy or
excited - it was like he knew it was going to happen all along.

   Cori tried to hide his surprise when they got to his apartment.  She had
pictured a small, dark place in an old building with smelly carpet and
creaky floors.  But from the outside of the building and the nice part of
town, she could tell it was going to be much nicer.  A doorman actually
held the door open for them, trying to maintain his stoic expression while
glancing at Cori's half-naked, fully-fuckable body.

   Cori noticed the men exchange glances and was prepared for Tony to drop
something and ask her to bend over for the doorman or something like that -
happened all the time.  But once again, Tony surprised her with his
brashness.  "Sorry, Bud, but I don't have tip money on hand right now.  But
I'll save her panties for you," Tony said, never breaking stride.  Instead,
as they walked through the foyer, he simply pulled Cori's dress up and gave
her thong a quick tug, nodding to the doorman.  Cori looked back and saw
the expressionless doorman nod back.

   "Have you done this before?" Cori asked.

   "Nope," Tony said.  "But I saw how he was looking at you.  He'll like
the panties.  We should make sure to put plenty of pussy juice on them for
him."

   "But what if I want to wear my panties home tomorrow?" Cori asked,
teasingly.

   "Tough break," Tony said, chuckling, "just be glad I didn't promise him
your dress."

   He escorted her on to the elevator and already had his hands inside her
dress, groping her tits before the door closed.  "Push 21," he said.  Cori
did, noting that it was the top floor in the building.  When the doors
opened, he put her dress back over her tits and led her across the hall and
into his plush apartment.  It had a sunken living room with a couch, love
seat and recliner, a formal dining room, a large kitchen, a master bedroom
with a balcony and hot tub, two more bedrooms and an office.

   "How do you afford this place?" Cori asked.

   "You mean, on a cabbie's pay?" Tony asked.

   "I didn't mean it that way, but yeah, I guess that's what I'm asking,"
Cori said.  "Sorry, if I offended you."

   "Not at all," Tony said.  "A cabbie is a fine profession.  My father was
a cabbie and so were my uncles.  But I'm not a cabbie.  I own the company."

   "What...oh, well, what were you doing in the cab at the airport that
day?"

   "We had a couple drivers call in sick," Tony said.  "Sometimes when that
happens, I fill in.  I don't mind it and it shows the guys I don't put
myself above them.  It earns their respect."

   Cori was impressed.  She liked Tony a lot.  She found herself really
looking forward to the rest of the evening.  Tony was too, apparently, as
he asked Cori to remove her dress.  He put on some music and told her to
"feel free to dance" while he made dinner.  Cori remembered Tony's script -
dancing, dinner and lots of fucking - and was happy to play her role.  She
moved her hips sensuously to the slow songs, then jerked and hopped and
bounced, making her ass and tits shake provocatively to the fast ones.  She
danced across the kitchen floor, rubbed up against him and shook her tits
and ass in his face.  She did the splits then crawled across the floor,
making her ass twitch to the hard beats.

   She performed for him for 20 minutes and he enjoyed every minute of the
show as he prepared salads, grilled vegetables and chicken.  He turned the
music down and she helped him set the table and poured glasses of wine for
them both.

   "Shall I dress for dinner?" Cori asked, nodding toward her discarded
dress.

   "You already are," Tony said, squeezing her breasts.  "You have lovely
eyes, but I'd rather stare at these for the next half hour."

   "That's fine," Cori laughed.  "I stopped fighting that battle a long
time ago."

   They sat down and ate and talked.  Cori told him a little bit about the
shop back in Georgia, focusing on her friends there and how the shop had
grown so much by selling a little T&A.  She talked about doing the same
sort of thing at the restaurant.  She left out the details about fucking
all her co-workers in Georgia or her step-father here.  Tony listened
intently but, true to his word, his eyes seldom strayed to her face,
staying locked on her mesmerizing tits most of the time.  His eyes followed
them as the bobbled up and down with her movements.  And, when she wasn't
moving enough, he'd reach over with the handle of his knife and tap them on
the underside, setting them into bouncing motion once again.

   "So," he said as Cori finished telling him her plan for the restaurant,
"after you get all these girls trained and the restaurant back on its feet,
then what?  You sound like you don't want to stay with your step-dad."

   "No," Cori said, explaining her self-imposed deadline for leaving.  "I'm
not sure where to go next.  I miss Georgia terribly, but I like the weather
here so much.  I would love to go back to school and learn how to run my
own company.  Or, I'd like to work in a professional office maybe learning
about marketing or business or something.  What do you think?  Any
suggestions?"

   "Nope," Tony said honestly.  "I might think of something later, but
right now I'm so horny I can't think straight.  All I'll say is that you
should do whatever you want and not let anyone stop you just because you're
sexy.  I think so far you've used your sexuality to do a lot, but it also
stops you from getting any further ahead.  At the end of the day, do you
think your friends at the shop thought of you as a brilliant marketer or a
hot piece of ass they wanted to fuck?  Do you think they gave you credit
for turning them around because of your brains or your body?"

   "I... I'm not sure," Cori said.  The guys had always respected her, she
knew that.  But did they really feel like she could have made a difference
if she wasn't the hottest girl in the county?  She wasn't sure there was
any way to know that for sure.

   "Look, I'm not saying they used you or anything," Tony said, taking her
wrist and leading her toward the living room.  "I'm just saying they could
have.  Or that they might not have appreciated your mind while you were
walking around in a thong."

   "And you do?" Cori smiled, looking at Tony who was staring at her tiny
thong.

   "Hell no," Tony said, "Right now you could be a mindless, senseless,
dense bimbo and I would feel pretty much the same way.  But at least I'm
honest.  And, in about 20 minutes, I'll go back to caring what you have to
say - at least for a few minutes.  My mind respects you.  My cock ... well,
he's a little less caring about what you think or say."

   Cori knew when to shut up.  Tony's cock was controlling his actions now.
He had that lusty gleam in his eye as he pushed her down on the couch and
spread her legs, tossing one over the back and pushing the other over her
head and holding it there firmly with his hand.  With his other hand he
jerked her thong to the side and ran his fingers roughly over her pussy,
confirming its wetness before he began sliding his cock inside her with a
steady determination and sheer lust in his eyes.

   While his cock was average size, Cori was impressed by its firmness - it
was steely hard and pulsating with desire.  He didn't give her the ultra
hard banging so many guys preferred, but he didn't go the wimpy route
either, going slow to try to impress her with his staying power.  He
maintained a steady pace with firm, straight strokes, hesitating for a beat
with each penetration before retracting and plowing back again.  It wasn't
the size of his cock or his ability to stimulate her clit - he was ordinary
in those areas - but it was his intensity that turned Cori on.  He didn't
seem angry or violent, but powerful and determined and completely in
control of not only her, but himself as well.  Because of that, Cori found
herself giving herself totally to him, letting him take her and use her as
he pleased, happy to be of service.  She came seconds before he did, her
release mixing with his torrent of cum in a sexy cocktail deep inside her.

   He sat back on the couch, looking at her spread legs and wet pussy,
admiring his work.  "Now, you were saying something about careers or
something?" he said, only half-joking.  "My head's clear for the moment, so
I can listen now.  But make it quick.  I'm already thinking about what I'm
going to do next."

   Cori was too, but she didn't go there.  Instead, she tried to pick his
brain some more.  "I'm just confused," Cori said.  "I feel like there are
new things out there I should be doing, but I don't want to leave Norm or
the shop back in Georgia in a bind."

   "When's the last time you had a vacation?" Tony asked.

   "Well, I guess this sort of is.  And Ben took me to Orlando for four
days about a year ago," Cori said.

   "No, I mean, by yourself with no responsibilities to anyone else," Tony
said.  "It's not a vacation when you're with your boss on a business trip
or taking care of your ailing step-dad."

   "Well, then I can't remember."

   "It seems to me you've spent so much time taking care of everyone else
that you don't do enough to take care of yourself," Tony said.  "Don't get
me wrong, physically, you definitely take care of yourself - like no other
woman I've ever seen.  But I'm talking about mentally, emotionally.  Take
some time for yourself.  Get away from everyone and then I bet you'll
figure out what you want to do next."

   Cori found herself nodding.  "You're right," she said.  "I do need to be
a little more selfish.  Do what I want to do.  I'm going to do it!  No more
little miss do anything to please everyone."

   "Hold on," Tony laughed, "I was kinda counting on you keeping that `do
anything to please' attitude for at least the rest of the night."

   "Don't worry," Cori laughed.  "This has been the best night I've had in
a long time.  I'm not going anywhere and you're still running the show."

   About 15 minutes later, the show continued with Cori on her hands and
knees on the living room carpet and Tony giving her ass a major reaming. 
Remembering his promise to Bud, the doorman and stuffed her thong inside
her pussy and left them there until it was thoroughly soaked with pussy
juice.  They capped off the evening an hour later with a sensual cowgirl
ride in the bed and Tony woke up the next morning with his cock in between
Cori's soft lips as her tongue playfully lapped at his head.

   After they showered, Cori put her dress back on, minus the thong.  She
started to tuck it inside her purse, but Tony stopped her.

   "Carry it in your hand," he said.  "And not all wadded up.  Loop one
finger in the crotch and let it hang down so everyone can see it."

   This was hardly the most embarrassing public display Cori had been asked
to perform, but its effect was noticeable when another man joined them on
the elevator.  His eyes naturally roamed over Cori's body, lingering at the
usual places, but also at the thong dangling from her fingertips.  He
looked at her bare thighs and glanced at Tony with a knowing smile that
said, "Nice, no panties."

   When the elevator opened, Tony motioned for Cori to go first.  As she
did, he flipped up her dress, letting the man see that, indeed, she was
wearing nothing underneath.  Cori didn't stop, but proceeded into the
lobby, pulling her dress back down as she went, striding confidently up to
the door man and smiling seductively.  "Here you go, Bud," she said,
holding up the thong to his face.  "I think this is what you wanted - or at
least it's been where you want to be.  You can smell it and Tony can tell
you all about it."

   Tony winked at Bud as he escorted out the door.  Bud just grinned, took
a whiff of the thong and stuffed it into his pants pocket.

   On the way home, Cori reminded Tony that the new and improved restaurant
was going to be unveiled in a week.  "Tell your drivers to send as many
guys as they can our way.  They won't be disappointed."

   "What's in it for me?" Tony asked, grinning.

   "I don't know," Cori frowned.  "I mean, with being selfish and all, I
guess you'll just have to do it out of the goodness of your heart.  Of
course, I suppose I could start being selfish after I leave town..."

   Tony pulled the top of her dress down and squeezed her breasts.  "Yes,
after you leave town, please."