Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2008 04:43:25 -0500
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Janice Wants 1

PREFACE:

The concept I had in mind when I started this series was a teenaged
temptress sort of like my `Melanie's Obsession' series but it is a little
slow to get there. Bear with me the stories do write themselves and this
one is kinda taking a while to get where I want it to go. I am actually
kinda stuck in chapter 3 so this may turn out to be a dead end.


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Life is very expensive for teenagers these days if they want to stay
abreast of all the electronic what-nots that show up every few months.
There's iPods and X-boxes and laptops and cell phones then there's the
music and the games to make it all worthwhile. It's staggering. That's the
way little Janice Mackey felt about it as she lay on her bed after school.
They weren't the poorest family but they were far from the richest. Dad is
a long haul truck driver. `He's almost never home anymore' the fourteen
year old lamented. The cost of fuel was taking such a big bite from his
fees that he had to run 24/7 just to make ends meet. `Mom works hard too'
she was thinking. `She works that split shift at the restaurant and gets a
few hours a week at the convenience store. She's always tired... but why
won't she let me get a job? I could help out a little and maybe have some
left over to get some of the stuff it seems like everybody else has.'

"Not until you're sixteen" Janice said out loud in a snooty tone. `That's
over a year away still and the disagreement has been going on for about a
year now. Even Aunt Samantha can't get her to budge.' Her father's younger
sister could normally intervene for her pretty effectively, but not this
time. She loved her paternal aunt for a lot of reasons. One was the fact
that she usually took her side and the not quite thirty redhead seemed to
be able to get her mom and dad to reconsider things that they had firmly
closed the door on when Janice proposed them. Like the time last summer
when she'd wanted to go camping with some friends. The park where they were
going to spend the weekend was barely out of town. She could practically
walk home if there was a problem. She felt like such a nerd not being able
to go. Then Samantha stepped in and the negative ruling was reversed.
Janice never knew how she did it, but she didn't care, she just loved her
for it. It hadn't been the first time either.

Sometimes her mom went on trips with her dad. They'd be gone for a week or
more. Her mom said it was the only way they could keep their marriage
together and it made sense. Those times Aunt Samantha would come and stay
at her house. That was the best! They ate all the stuff the teenager always
wanted but her mom said was junk. Samantha said it was OK to do for a
little while and `while the cat's away the mice will play' she always
said. Her aunt even let her have some wine or a beer now and then. Her
parents never had alcohol in the house so it was unusual and it made her
feel so grown up.

Staring up at the ceiling she was wondering what kind of job she could get
when she heard her mother call her for dinner. When she entered the kitchen
she squealed with delight at seeing Aunt Samantha and immediately went over
and hugged her. "Long time no see, Peanut" her aunt said while they were
embracing. It was not the first time Janice had noticed how soft and
squishy her aunt's boobs felt against her. It felt nice. "I've got some
good news" she said as they separated. "I found a job for you and your mom
agrees." The teenager felt her heart leap and immediately looked at her
mother. Katherine Mackey was by the stove with a look of resignation on her
face.

"What... what is it?" the girl squeaked trying to control her exuberance.

"Ya know my friend Rita who owns the beauty parlor?" Samantha explained and
Janice nodded. "Well she's changed the business around a bit and she needs
somebody to do odd jobs. It'll be mostly Saturdays but it might expand to
include some work after school. Are you interested?" she could hardly
believe the question.

"That's so great!" the teen said enthusiastically hugging her aunt
again. Still holding on to her father's sister she looked at her mother for
some kind of confirmation. Kat finally spoke.

"I know how badly you want to do this and Sam has convinced me that it'll
be good experience for you, so..." the last of her statement was lost as
her daughter nearly knocked the wind out of her with the hug. "If your
grades start to suffer or you're looking exhausted all the time, like me,
then it'll have to stop."

"They won't and I won't!" Janice assured her "thanks mom! You won't be
sorry!"

"Rita wants to meet you at the salon on Sunday afternoon to give you some
training. She says there's no time when they're open." Samantha explained.

"What time?"

"She said to come over around two" her aunt informed her.

"Well let's have some dinner" missus Mackey suggested as she scooped the
spaghetti noodles into a cullender. "Can you stay for dinner Sam?"

"You know I'm always available for a free meal!" the redhead replied with a
giggle.

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The rest of the week dragged for the excited teenager. Saturday she went
down just to look in the salon window. There were two stylists at work on
clients and miz Velasquez, Rita, answering the phone and doing general
duties at the reception desk. Even Sunday morning the clock wouldn't seem
to move. After lunch Janice said good bye to her mother, who still looked
less than enthused by the idea, and headed for her job training. She was
standing outside the beauty parlor at one thirty waiting for her boss to
arrive.

The SUV pulled up to the curb just after two. The beautiful Hispanic owner
of the salon got out and greeted her new employee. "Good start Janice, I'm
glad to see you're more punctual than I am." She said as she unlocked the
door. The teenager was struck by her boss's dark good looks. She wore a
peasant blouse over tight blue jeans and calf high boots with a three inch
heel. Her hair and make-up were of course perfect and the delicate scent of
her perfume was very pleasant as they entered her shop. Rita disarmed the
alarm system and turned to survey her girl Friday. The teen had worn a
light beige sundress wanting to look her best for her first real meeting
with the business owner. She'd actually met miz Velasquez before a couple
of time when she was with her aunt, but this was different. Rita had a keen
eye for figures and appreciated the pubescent shape. She noted how high and
firm the teens breasts sat in the bra top dress. The simple shift dropped
from under her boobs and gave subtle hints about the flair of her
developing hips and pert little butt. `Samantha was right she's ripe' the
Latina concluded.

Rita started at the front and worked her way back showing the girl how to
schedule appointments and how much time to allow based on a chart. "You'll
be answering the phone on Saturday when you're not busy elsewhere". Next
was the utility cupboard where the floor sweeping and cleaning tools were
kept. "A sweep through every hour or so is usually enough but it depends on
how busy we are" the shop owner explained. They progressed to the room
where the sterilizer was installed and Rita gave her student a quick lesson
on how it was used. "The first time you do it on Saturday I'll go through
it with you" she comforted the teenager who looked a little
overwhelmed. The pair entered a room set apart at the rear of the salon
with its own lockable door. There were two beauty parlor sinks on one wall
with the scooped front for a person's neck. On the other wall was another
lockable door. "This is where we do the hair washing of course" Rita said
not breaking stride as she went toward the other door with Janice close
behind. Inside the final room was a strange looking chair, or was it a
table. The teenager wasn't sure. It looked like something in between a
dentist's chair and a medical examination table. On the opposite wall of
this final little room were a counter and a sink. "This room is for some
special procedures we do" her boss informed her. "I'll go in to that with
you some other time." Turning back into the hair washing room she said well
that's the tour, and your basic duties to start with, any questions?"

"Uh... no I mean it will take me a while to remember everything and get it
right but..."

"Don't worry sweetheart you'll do fine. If there's something you don't know
or don't remember just ask me." Rita said putting her hand on her
employee's shoulder for reassurance. Jan nodded feeling quite nervous.

"I'd like to show you the hair washing process if you have time" the salon
owner queried.

"Sure" Jan responded "I can stay as long as you want."

"Great" the lusty Latina exclaimed and felt a tinkle in her pussy. "I'll
wash your hair first to show you how it's done, then you wash mine and
we'll see if you've got it, OK?"

"OK" the teenager agreed thinking; `how much can there be to washing
somebody's hair?' Janice was surprised when her boss casually stripped off
her peasant blouse leaving only her very lacey white bra on top. Rita was
ready for the girl's questioning look.

"The cleaning service picks up all the bibs and smocks on Saturday
afternoon and brings them back clean on Tuesday morning `cause we're not
open on Mondays. So we don't have any here and I don't want to get my
blouse wet." It was a reasonable explanation even if it was a lie. The part
about the cleaning service picking up and dropping off was true enough;
just the part about not having any there was contrived. Miz Velasquez had
some hooters. The `D' cups on her slender frame looked like a pair of very
ripe honeydew melons trussed up in the under wired white lace. They were
definitely the biggest boobs Jan had ever seen, not that she'd seen that
many. It definitely shocked her that the revelation of her boss's chest
caused a crampy feeling in her crotch. Rita couldn't help but smile at the
expression on the girl's face `I can practically feel her eyes boring into
my bra' the shop owner recognized with glee. "I suggest you take yours off
too" her boss advised trying not to get her hopes too high.

Janice thought about it for a long moment. The first problem was that she
was wearing a dress, so the bottom came off with the top. The second
consideration was the fact that her bra was built into the dress which
meant that if she did take her dress off she be left with nothing but her
cotton briefs on. For that moment being almost naked in the back of the
salon with her new boss was kinda scary. The girl was trying to read the
expression on miz Velasquez's face. She interpreted what she saw as
impatience but in fact it was anticipation. "It's up to you honey" Rita
offered seeing the girl's indecision "but it would be a shame to get your
pretty dress all water spotted."

"It's just that I don't... uh, I mean, uh all I have on is... oh... uh if I
take my dress off I'll only have my... uh, um, panties on" Janice nervously
stammered her way through the simple dilemma.

"Would it help if I took my jeans off then we'd be sort of even?" the
Latina offered. Without waiting for the teenager to reply she sat down on
the hair washing chair and began to remove her boots. Rita's lust was out
racing her brain. As soon as the calfskin footwear was off she stood up and
quickly shed the tight jeans, very nearly taking the white lace bikinis
with them. Now that her boss was down to her matching bra and panties
Janice decided she no longer had a choice. Steeling her resolve she pulled
the zipper down her back, shrugged and let the beige dress fall to the
floor. Standing in just her off white cotton underpants she resisted the
temptation to cross her arms over her budding breasts. Her embarrassment
had two components to it; the first was exposing her bare breasts to the
older woman, but the second part was a thought that hers were so small
compared to her boss's.

The moment was frozen in time. Rita struggled with the gnawing feeling that
had overtaken her womanhood and found she was temporarily paralyzed looking
at almost all of the perfect fourteen year old body. Jan was feeling
something down below too but she didn't understand what it was or what it
meant. "OK honey, just have a seat right here" the older woman said patting
the chair she'd recently vacated. The girl felt stiff and awkward taking
the short three or four steps needed to seat herself with her back to the
specially designed basin. Her host's eyes never left the pert mounds on the
girl's chest. The perfect little cones stood straight out and jiggled
almost not at all as she walked and sat down. Rita was desperately trying
to focus because this was an important part of the girl's training.

She showed her the cupboard above the sink where the products were kept
then how to adjust the water temperature and operate the sprayer. "Better
close your eyes for this part sweetie" her boss cautioned "I'm gonna
explain how this is done but you don't need to see anything, you'll just
feel it" she was dispensing the shampoo into her hand. Jan dutifully closed
her eyes with her head back and her neck in the scooped out front of the
sink. The salon owner worked the girl's hair into a lather explaining how
to massage the scalp as she went. With her training and experience Rita
could easily have done the job blind folded. She had no need whatever to
look at what her hands were doing which left her eyes free to roam the
nearly naked teenager's body with impunity.

She spent considerable time admiring the rosy pink pubescent areola that
bulged just slightly atop each of the perfect cones. Eventually she allowed
her gaze to take in the girls ribs pressed against her relatively pale skin
and the little rise of a tummy still sporting its baby fat. Finally she
arrived at the decorative waist elastic of her employee's panties, below
that she was disappointed that the girl had her knees firmly together
preventing any meaningful view of her adolescent vulva. While still
instructing her pupil every step of the way the older woman repeated the
survey a couple of times. After rinsing the soap out and working the
conditioner in Rita took a wet face cloth and wiped any residual products
from the teenager's face. "We need to let that soak in for a couple of
minutes" the older woman informed the girl who had opened her eyes again.

It was Janice's turn. There was practically no way she could not look at
her boss's boobs sitting beside and above her on the stool as she was. The
underside of the impressive globes was obscured by the shiny fabric but the
lace upper half of the `D' cup permitted a tantalizing veiled view of the
swarthy flesh. The teenager realized she could clearly make out the large
dark areola through the delicate pattern. For reasons the soggy haired girl
did not understand this caused a tightening feeling between her legs. The
robust bra did not permit much movement when her boss finally re-engaged
the sprayer and performed the final rinse. Wrapping a towel around the
girl's head; "Rub some of the water out honey" the salon owner advised
"I'll blow dry it when we're finished." With the towel covering her head
and face Rita feasted her eyes again and marveled at how firm the young
tits were as her protégé removed the excess moisture from her hair.

"My turn" the older woman announced. Janice got the message and stood up
vacating the chair for her raven haired instructor. Rita sat down and was
starting to put her head back into the neck well when she stopped and said,
as if thinking of it for the first time, "Oh, I said we were going to be
even but we're not." with that she reached behind her which made her
hooters stand out even more and released the multiple hooks on the three
inch wide back strap. When the girl realized what miz Velasquez was about
to do she held her breath. Rita had her eyes glued to the youngster's face
gauging her reaction as she pulled the shoulder straps down her arms. The
cups clung onto their cargo for a split second before releasing and falling
into the seated woman's lap. Gravity dictated that the melons had to sag
until they found the support of the shop owner's rib cage. Rita tossed her
lacy white bra on the second hair washing chair beside her and proceeded to
massage the lines her bra had left out of the resilient flesh. She never
took her eyes off Janice's face.

The girl realized she was still holding her breath and decided in the
interest of self preservation that she'd better breathe. She was gasping as
she watched her boss massaging her magnificent tits. When the older woman's
thumb nail sort of accidentally raked across the large brown areola Jan saw
the center button begin to stick out and she felt a sympathy tingle in her
own nips. Rita satisfied that she had demonstrated how soft and pliable her
boobs were, finally sat back and put her head in the sink well. "Show me
what you've learned" she said thinking about the breast massage but
expecting a hair wash. Testing the water temperature on her forearm as
she'd been told the girl proceeded to wash her boss's black wavy hair. The
salon owner made some suggestions and corrections during the process but in
general was satisfied with the teenager's performance. She was also happy
with the attention the young girl gave her breasts, looking at them every
opportunity she got.

Janice at first thought she'd wet her pants. Then she remember a year or so
ago she and a girlfriend had had a tickle fight. In the process she'd wet
herself; it didn't really feel anything like this. She felt swollen and
slippery and just a little achy down there so she wiggled her butt against
the vinyl seat of the stool trying to get some relief. She could scarcely
take her eyes of miz Velasquez's jugs that pan caked to the outside under
their own substantial weight, and the turgid nipple that stuck up reddish
brown as big as her baby finger. An urge to suck on those firm looking pegs
came over her and she shuddered at the perverted thought. Rita wondered if
she could get away with giving her pussy a couple of pacifying strokes but
decided against it.

Janice handed her boss a towel and felt a tremor in her girlhood watching
the naked breasts do a tantalizing dance as the older woman rubbed the
excess water from her hair. `Why do I feel such a need to squeeze them?'
the teenager wondered. The achiness in her pussy had become a low level
throb and she didn't understand that either. The salon owner was satisfied
with her progress for the day. She'd determined beyond any doubt that the
teen was more than interested. She stood up, leaned forward and dropped her
pendulous boobies back into their holder. Fastening the gamut of hooks
behind her she turned to face her new employee. "Let's go out front" she
said "and I'll do a quick bit of styling while I dry your hair."

After their hair was dry Miz Velasquez punched the code into her alarm
system and locked the door. Back out on the side walk Rita said "Can I give
you a lift anywhere?"

"No thanks" Jan replied "I feel like walking."

"Suit yourself" the Latina agreed "see ya at nine sharp next Saturday" she
said as she closed the door of her SUV. Janice watched her drive away
before turning in the direction of home and setting off feeling
confused. Why had she reacted like that to being nearly naked with miz
Velasquez? she didn't know. She did know they were sexual feelings which
she'd had before but never that powerful. Why was it feeling so squishy
between her legs when she walked? `I have to talk to Aunt Samantha' the
girl resolved by the time she reached her front door. Jan felt kind of
funky so she went up stairs to take a bath. She was glad her mom was at
work at the restaurant so she didn't have to explain why she looked so
flushed and excited.

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Later that afternoon Rita Velasquez was lying naked on her bed when the
phone rang. She considered letting it go to voice mail and then decided to
reach across her body and pick up the receiver from the night stand with
her left hand. The somewhat awkward maneuver was `cause it wasn't coated
with pussy juice like her right was. "Hello" she greeted her caller.

"So how did it go" Samantha Mackey asked

"Good... really good" Rita assured her friend as she resumed bumping her
fingers over her swollen bald labia. At the other end of the phone the
girl's redheaded aunt opened her dressing gown and began a slow massage of
her mons.

"Tell me about it... details!" Sam moaned as her fingers started to pry
their way past the fleshy barriers.

"Well I managed to get us both down to our panties." the beauty salon owner
offered and felt a shudder in her quim as the image of the teenager
appeared on the inside of her closed eye lids.

"Did ya... do... ugh, anything else..." the redhead grunted as her finger
slipped between her lips and she felt the pulse in her clit.

"Ugh... not really" Rita told her friend. "I put on a little tittie show
for her which she seemed to like, but I didn't want to go too fast, you
know and scare her." Both women were now firmly rubbing their love buttons
envisioning the scene.

"Guess who's coming in on Saturday?" the Latina gasped

"I don't... ugh know... tell me" Sam begged panting

"Carol Gordon" the salon owner grunted as the mini climax shook her.

"Ohhhh fuck!" was the reply as Samantha's fingers went into over drive.

"That old lez'll have her eating pussy in no time" Rita concluded as the
waves were subsiding and she heard a little shriek of joy through the
telephone receiver. The two women continued to hold their vibrating mons
and began to laugh. "I wish I could sell tickets!" the entrepreneur added
and hung up.

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In the next episode you'll meet fifty four year old Carol Gordon who only
discovered her lez side a couple of years ago but she's anxious to make up
for lost time. She teaches Janice that people of means will pay handsomely
for good service.