Date: Thu, 9 Jul 2009 18:51:41 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brooke's Story 3

Brooke's Story - 3
How I wound up with pierced nipples and a car.
By: Jackie


Now you know how it all started. You might say that the older women used
me, but I didn't mind--in fact in most cases I got a reward. I would have
been accumulating a nice little stash of cash through my freshman and
sophomore high school years if it weren't for my frivolous spending on
clothes and stuff I didn't need.

About mid way through my junior year my dad promised to get me a car when I
turned sixteen that spring. His condition was that I'd have to show that I
was responsible enough to handle the freedom; and I'd have to pay for my
own gas.

My father's definition of proving that I was responsible was for me to get
a job.

"You're going to need to earn some money if you're going to be able to go
anywhere... gas is really expensive," he warned.

He didn't know that I was still getting kickbacks from Chris the
hairdresser.

The cell phone photos that Julia had blackmailed me with lost most of their
bite when I became a star on the track team. Nobody could accuse me of
getting my spot by sucking up to the coach anymore but by that time my
dad's girlfriend was addicted to my ever improving pussy licking skills--I
made her pay too. Despite my adequate cash flow I needed employment to
satisfy dad's conditions.

As a fifteen year old high school student I had limited skills to offer in
the traditional job market. I was surely not impressed with the prospect of
flipping burgers and asking, `you want fries with that?' but what else
could I do?

I was getting desperate. No job--no car.

All I had to do to get more money was to expand my sexual clientele.
Trouble was; I didn't think that any form of prostitution was going to
acceptably demonstrate the kind of responsibility my dad had in mind. I was
almost ready to give up hope.

My mom's best friend, Colette, had a house cleaning business. She was over
visiting my mom one afternoon and saw me scouring employment sites on the
net.

"Whatcha doin'," she asked looking over my shoulder.

"My dad promised to get me a car, but only if I get a job first," I
explained my dilemma.

"Well I could use another pair of hands," she informed me.

"A former customer of mine just moved back into town and wants me to do her
twice a week... trouble is my schedule's already full. I'd either have to
start working in the evenings or turn her down, and I really hate to do
that."

`Cleaning house,' I know how to do that I thought. `In fact I'm pretty good
at it if I do say so.'

"So I'd be working under you," I asked for clarification.

"Well I was actually thinking that I'd just hook you two up and you can
work out your own deal."

I got quite a rush being on the verge of solving my problem, because I
really wanted that car.

"Could you, um... set it up... that would be great!" I enthused.

"Sure honey, I'll give her a call right now and see if we can come over."

Colette snapped her cell phone open and dialed. I didn't really hear what
she said but when she clicked the phone shut Colette had a weird look on
her face.

"You should get dressed up a bit honey, because this is sort of like a job
interview."

"What should I wear?"

"I always liked that white sundress on you... you know the one with the
spaghetti straps and the tight skirt?"

I knew the one she was talking about but it really didn't seem like the
kind of thing to wear to a job interview. I hadn't worn it in months
because I thought it was getting too small.

"I don't know if it fits anymore," I informed my mom's friend and now my
business agent.

"Well let's go and see," Colette suggested turning toward the hall that
lead to my bedroom.

I got up from the computer and followed her. I was getting a funny feeling
between my legs thinking about the last time I'd worn that dress.

I shuffled through my closet and located the white bra dress. Holding it
out for inspection I said,

"Is this the one you mean?"

"Ya honey that's it... I love that on you," the older woman encouraged.

"It might not fit anymore," I voiced my reservations.

"Well try it on and let's see," Colette said and sat down on my bed. It was
evident that my mom's friend intended to stay while I changed.

You must remember that I was just going on sixteen but if I'd ever had any
shyness it was long gone. As a matter of fact I got a powerful sexual rush
from just showing my body off--I guess that makes me an exhibitionist.

Colette had never made any advances in the past, although I was aware of
her admiring looks when she came over to visit my mom. She'd always been
very complimentary about my appearance too but that wasn't unusual and I
didn't make anything of it. Up until a few minutes ago she never really had
anything I wanted or needed.

I got a serious tingle in my breasts when I pulled the loose old T shirt
over my head. I was wearing one of my plain white bras. The tingle moved
lower, into my tummy, as I undid the waistband of my shorts. I was stepping
out of them when I glanced up and saw the look of lust on her face. The
really warm pulsating feeling started as I reached up behind my back and
released the hooks. I had exposed myself many times to different people but
I was trying to remember when I had ever done a slow strip for anyone
before and couldn't.

Colette was sitting on the bed with her hands behind her, sort of leaning
back on her arms. The position thrust her breasts out and I noticed for the
first time how big her tits were. Scanning down her body I couldn't help
but see how the semi reclined position pulled the hem of her otherwise
modest skirt up pretty high.

My mom's friend was no runway model. She was round and fleshy, not at all
like Chris or Sammy or my girlfriend Carleen. My curiosity along with my
pussy was aroused.

Looking back to her face I could have sworn she was holding her breath as I
held the white bra cups in place over my substantial chocolate brown
boobies. I stood like that for a long moment feigning modesty to see what
she'd do.

I held the bra cups in place, keeping my tits covered, but I was secretly
pressing the heels of my hands against my emerging nipples. Very subtly I
moved my hands rubbing their hardness through the thin cotton-polyester
blend material. The muted stimulation was sending delicious little waves
down into my belly.

A funny little sound escaped my throat and Colette misinterpreted it as
bashfulness.

"It's okay honey... you're not shy around me are you?" she was trying very
hard to sound nonchalant but there was evident strain in her voice. I
rubbed my nipples a bit harder.

"There's no need to be so modest, you're developing into a very beautiful
young woman."

I judged by the increasingly strained expression that this pause in my
disrobing was torture for my business manager. Fortunately for me there was
a strong similarity between the flush of excitement that I was feeling and
the flush of embarrassment that Colette was seeing.

My boobies had gotten a lot bigger and they were too heavy to stand out on
their own anymore. When I lowered the bra and revealed them they hung down
on my ribs but my tingling nipples stuck straight out at my mom's friend
like pointing little fingers.

The way Colette's eyes went wide and she shifted on the bed made it very
clear that the sight was having a powerful affect on her.

"My God Brooke... you're getting to be quite a big girl," she commented.

All I had left on was a pair of white bikinis.

Colette's gaze was making my skin tingle as I stepped into the
dress. Leaning forward like that made my tits hang down and wobble quite a
bit as I raised each leg. I slipped my arms through the thin straps and
pull it up into position covering my nudity.

Reaching behind for the zipper Colette popped up off the bed and said,

"Here, let me help."

She went around behind me and tugged the dress down over my hips. It was
very snug. I felt her hands on the zipper tab but for what seemed a long
time they didn't move.

`She's looking at my ass,' I thought knowing that she'd still be able to
see the crack of my butt above the white panties through the open back of
the dress.

Finally she pulled the zipper up and I felt the material give and stretch
to accommodate my ample charms. (If a fifteen year old can say she has
ample charms.)

Colette came around and took as step back to admire her wardrobe
selection. Her critical eye scanned me up and down.

"You were right," she said, "It is getting pretty snug, but I still like it
on you."

She stepped forward and started adjusting the bra top, tugging on the
outsides of the cups under my arms and them pulling down pretty hard. I
lifted my tits so they were better centered and realized that even though
the top was lined it was no match for my prominent nipples. The turgid
little pegs made their erect status known through the cotton print.

Colette's scan and adjusting moved lower and she pulled down on the hem at
the outsides of my thighs. The skirt didn't come down anymore than three
inches below my crotch.

`When this rides up, I'm gonna have to be careful not to show off the
goods.'

"Turn for me," my prospective business manager requested still critically
eyeing the fit.

I shuffled my bare feet and started to do a pirouette. When my back was to
her Colette called out,

"Stop!" and she sounded almost alarmed.

A second later her hands were on my ass.

"The panty lines really spoil it," she said letting her fingers bump over
where the elastic of the leg holes embossed itself into the fabric. "Don't
you have a thong you could wear?"

Facing away from her, I was facing my dresser. I opened my underwear drawer
and pulled out a pale pink thong that has a ribbon for a waistband.

"That should work," my wardrobe consultant approved my selection.

She sat back down on the bed at the same time she applied torque to my
hips; turning me back to face her. Colette pulled the dress up until the
hem was above my hips.

Stripping for my mom's friend had gotten me so hot and I knew that my
juices were flowing. When I'd stepped into the dress some had leaked. The
older woman was practically at eye level with my pussy and I felt a chill
wondering if my wetness was showing. I didn't have long to contemplate the
potentially embarrassing evidence of arousal, because a second later the
seated woman was pulling my underpants down.

I caught the faint but unmistakable fragrance of my arousal and knew that
from Colette's proximity it would be much stronger. When she'd lowered my
underpants to my ankles I stepped out of them very conscious of the squishy
feeling between my legs.

"Oooo... when did you start shaving?" my mom's friend asked delightedly and
ran her finger tips over my plump smoothness.

The direct contact with my overheated mons sent electric tingles out in
every direction. It felt like my nipples were going to pop right through
the bra top of the dress.

"I... I had to for track," I managed to croak out.

"Well it looks great," she complimented and ran her finger tips over it
again as light as feathers.

The look on Colette's face was strained. She was flushed, her eyes were
wide and her mouth was hanging open. When I saw her tongue appear and touch
her upper lip I thought,

`She's going to lick me!' and my clit twitched in anticipation.

"Colette... Brooke..." we heard my mother's voice from the hall. She was
close and getting closer.

The change in expression on the seated woman's face told me that this might
not go over well. In a flash I stepped into the thong and pulled it up over
my hips. A couple of tugs on the tiny triangle covering my kitty and a
quick adjustment to the butt floss and I had the skirt back in position
before Cheryl stepped through the door.

"What are you two up to?" mom asked sounding suspicious.

"I called Yashia... you know she moved back into town a couple of months
ago... she's been after me to start doing her place again but I just don't
have the time." Colette's aplomb was remarkable. "Yeah, so since Brooke is
looking for a job I suggested that we go over there and see what kind of
deal we can work out."

Mom's face went from suspicion to something else. I couldn't really tell
what she was thinking but I got the impression that she knew this Yashia
quite well.

"So she's back in town," my mom reiterated as though stalling for time to
collect her thoughts.

"Yeah, and I thought it would be an opportunity for Brooke to get
wet... uh, uh get her feet wet," Colette corrected her misspeak.

Mom and her friend exchanged meaningful looks that I didn't understand.

"I just thought she should wear something a little nicer than shorts and a
T shirt when we go over to see her," the woman on the bed explained what
we'd been doing--sort of.

"Well I know that Marcus is very firm on her having a job and taking
responsibility before he gives her a car. I hope you can work something out
because she's running out of time, and so far nothing else has panned out
at all," my mom said.

***

On the way to Yashia's place Colette kept glancing over at my legs. As I
expected when I was sitting in the dress the pink of the thong peeked out
from under the hem. I hoped the Housekeeping Entrepreneur was paying enough
attention to her driving to not get us in an accident. Getting in and out
of the car I was really putting on a show; fortunately there was no one
around to see it.

Yashia greeted us at the door and lead us to her living room. She was
dressed very casually in a T shirt and jeans. Colette wore a bit nicer top
with her skirt but as it turned out I was the only one "dressed up" for
this meeting.

After the introducing me Colette explained her plan to have me sort of
subcontract cleaning our host's house. Yashia's eyes were all over me and
my full figured prospective employer wasn't checking me out for my
janitorial attributes. All of the physical sensations I'd had in my bedroom
stripping for Colette were still there but they'd subsided a little after I
was fully clothed--sort of--while we took the short car ride over to
Yashia's. But now, as the woman I might be working for showed unmasked
interest in my teenaged figure, all those delicious tingly feelings began
to flare. I could almost feel my nipples growing and poking against the
cups of the bra top dress making their condition apparent.

It was obvious Yashia wasn't wearing a bra because her heavy boobs hung low
and the prominent button at the center of each was easy to make out.

My business manager and prospective employer were discussing details and I
should have been paying closer attention but I really wasn't until I heard
Yashia say,

"Okay, that's all fine but does she do extras?"

`Extras--` I wondered. `What does she mean like windows or shampooing
carpets?'

"Because the extras are very important," our host stressed and gave me a
look that made me shiver.

"We haven't actually discussed that part," Colette confessed, and now they
were both looking at me.

"Extras?" I finally spoke up. "What do you mean by extras?"

Colette put her hand on my bare shoulder and began gently stroking.

"Well honey in addition to the house cleaning Yashia wants to play some
games with you."

`Games? Extras?' it was all code and I was beginning to get an inkling what
it was code for.

The realization caused the warm feeling in my coochie that still hadn't
gone away to go up several degrees.

"What kind of games?" I said trying to keep my voice even.

The circles Colette's hand was making on my back had dropped so that at the
bottom of the circuit she was touching the top of my tushy.

"You might play something like dress-up... you know like we did before we
came over here... except you wouldn't get interrupted."

I thought about where the clothes changing episode in my bedroom a half
hour ago might have led if my mother hadn't walked in. I recalled standing
bottomless in front of my mother's friend and thinking that she was going
to lick my pussy any second.

"You mean I'd have to uh... get, um undressed and... and she'd be touching
me?" I tried to clarify. My eyes flashed back and forth between Colette and
Yashia. They both looked anxious.

The quaver in my voice was mostly from excitement but I could understand
how the older women thought it was from nervous embarrassment. Colette's
hand was actually on my ass now and rubbing gently. The only thing between
her caress and my round adolescent butt was the thin tightness of the
bra-dress skirt. It was getting really, really hot now.

"That's right sweetie and you'd be touching her," the maid service operator
expanded.

I thought I saw a change in Yashia's facial expression; the look of
lust. She wanted me--badly.

"Would you be okay with that honey?" Colette asked and she had begun to
squeeze my tushy now.

The steady rumble in my pussy was punctuated with a sharp pulse every time
she squeezed my plump round ass cheeks.

"Uh... I'm, um not sure," I lied hoping to press my advantage.

Again it was like a veil was pulled down over Yashia's face. This time her
face looked determined; almost mean.

"If there are no extras then I guess I'm not interested," my `would-be'
employer put her foot down.

I had been looking for a job for months without success.  I was starting to
get worried about the car. My dad wasn't going to relent on his condition
and this was by far the best opportunity I'd had.

"W... what would I have to do exactly?" I pretended to be completely
innocent.

"That's better Brooke," the look on Yashia's face was back to one of barely
bridled desire. At the same time she stepped forward and ran her hand over
the stuffed bodice of my dress.

I could almost feel my nipple grow as her fingers bumped over it. My kitty
twitched wildly and I don't know how I kept from groaning. I fluttered my
eyes innocently calculating how to gain the upper hand. I might be down but
I wasn't defeated. Trouble was that both of the older women's hands were on
me and it was hard to think.

It got worse when Colette lifted my skirt in the back and applied her
circular caress and firm squeezes to my bare bum. When she slapped it, it
was as though a lightning bolt hit my pussy. The squeal I made was half
surprise and half delight.

The butt cheek she'd slapped was really starting to tingle when her hand
came down with a sharp crack on the other side. The noise I made was about
the same but this time I think I actually jumped in the air.

"I think she likes that Yashia," Colette speculated as her hand resumed its
soothing caress.

As wonderful as her ass stroking had felt before it was even more enjoyable
now on my spanked behind. The tingles on the surface of my cheeks seemed to
migrate between my legs, adding sharpness to the vibration that was already
there.

I hardly even noticed the full figured home owner lower the top of my
dress, but when she took one of my turgid nipples in her mouth a whole new
stream of pleasure signals poured into my crotch.

Yashia pulled me with her as she sat down on the couch. I was leaning
forward, bent at the waist. My heavy teenaged breasts hung pendulously for
her amusement and she explored them thoroughly with her mouth and hands.

At the same time Colette alternately slapped and caressed my naked red ass
which had gone from a thrilling tingle to a sharp sting. When she slapped
it was as though a bee stung my clit. The sensation on my butt and between
my legs was intense and it should have been painful but somehow it
wasn't. In between spanks she ran her hand gently over the roundness of my
projecting ass. The sensation was very different than before when she'd
been touching me through my dress. The skin was so sensitive it was like
her finger tips had a thousand hot needles on them prickling me. My pussy
was pounding like never before.

Yashia pulled me forward and mashed my face into her huge squishy naked
tits. She was stretched out on the couch now and I realized that she was
naked. I'd been so absorbed in my spanking that I hadn't even noticed her
abandon my tits to strip.

Head down sucking and licking my employer's boobies my ass was still in the
air. I felt Colette pulling my pink thong down my long shapely legs. The
only thing covering my precociously developed fifteen year old body now was
the bra dress bunched up like a wide belt around my midriff.

The reclining woman was pushing downward on the back of my head. I knew
what she wanted.

I trailed my tongue down over her soft pudgy tummy until I reached her
crinkly dark pubes. Sinking to my knees I spread her flooded mature
womanhood and plunged my tongue into her hot slippery depths.

Behind me Colette had followed me to the floor. My cheeks felt like they
were on fire and she spread them wide. When her tongue tickled over my anus
the spasms in my coochie drove me wild. My head was shaking back and forth,
up and down pressed into Yashia's mushy folds.

When the maid service operator reached between my legs and stuffed a bunch
of finger up my streaming channel I couldn't hold back. The feel of her
fingers in my cunt and her thumb bumping my clit was familiar but the
tongue on my ass-hole and the raging fire in my butt cheeks added a whole
other dimension to the powerful mind blowing climax.

Through the amazing electric sensations that tingled and sparked all over
my body, and the pyrotechnic light show that was going on in my head, I
kept on tonguing and sucking Yashia. When her body started to spasm it was
as if she caused a restart of my own orgasm and I was catapulted back into
the wondrous delirium.

***

I have to admit that the rest of the time at Yashia's house was a blur.

My new employer took me to the shower and managed to coax another orgasm
out of me. My body was nearly numb, except for the burning itch from my
bum, when Colette took me back home.

And that's how it went twice a week for the rest of the school year.
Sometimes Colette was there and sometimes there was another woman, other
times it was just Yashia and me.

I got paid the agreed hundred dollars per visit and never did do any
cleaning. My dad of course didn't know that and was satisfied with my
`honest' employment.

On my sixteenth birthday he called from out of town to wish me a great day
and inform me that he'd made all the arrangement at the local Honda dealer.
All I had to do was go down there and talk to a woman named Myra. He
assured me that the car saleswoman would look after me.

He was VERY right.