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  “So you know I lost my shirt at poker because I was so busy thinking about you. I lost more than five hundred bucks in fact, and it’s all your fault. How are you going to make it up to me?”

  For the first time, uncertainty fills those brown eyes as Janie bites her plush bottom lip.

  “Um, I could pay you back?” she asks in a weak voice. “I just work retail at the mall, so it isn’t much, but I could give you what I have and then pay you back in installments.”

  I shake my head, so close now that our noses are practically touching. Her chocolate eyes look up into mine, wide and innocent.

  “No sweetheart, that’s not enough,” I say in a smooth tone. “Besides, I don’t want to be paid back with money. I want to be paid in another way.”

  Her breath catches now, her stiff nipples lightly brushing against the fabric of my shirt. We both inhale sharply at the contact, and Janie’s pupils dilate as I stare down at her.

  “How so, Mr. Danner?” she murmurs. “What do you want me to do?”

  I jerk my head at the discarded cheerleading uniform on the ground. She’s left her pom-poms on the carpet too, and I nod at them.

  “See those pom-poms? I want to see you dance with them.”

  Janie nods, unable to look away from my gaze.

  “Yes, of course, Mr. Danner,” she breathes. “I think I remember some of my old routines.”

  But before she can bend over to pick up the red and white poms, I grab her wrist, stopping her.

  “No, not dance as in your old cheerleading moves. Dance as in getting nasty. I want to see you get filthy with the poms. Use them in a way you’ve never done at practice. Use them in a way that would get you kicked off the cheer squad.”

  Realization dawns in the curvy girl’s eyes and her cheeks go scarlet. But biting her lip, Janie nods again and steps back to pick up her cheerleading poms. They’re unremarkable, just a red and white set with white plastic handles and red and white sparkly streamers. She takes a deep breath while picking them up and then meets my eye.

  “Are you ready, Mr. Danner?” she asks in a throaty voice.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I growl in return.

  With that, Janie bends down, slowly trailing the poms up her legs as she does. I can’t take my eyes off the sparkly streamers as they sensuously glide over the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She runs the streamers up against her cunt, gyrating her hips while staring into my eyes.

  “Is this what you want, Mr. Danner?” she breathes.

  I nod, sitting on the couch, never taking my gaze from her.

  “It is, baby girl,” is my answering rasp. “Keep going.”

  She nods and continues trailing the poms over her exposed skin. She brushes them up and over that creamy tummy before circling the white plastic handles around her hard nipples.

  “More,” I growl.

  Janie immediately understands and pops her tits out from the cups of her lace bra. They’re huge and with a sly smile, she traces over the nipples again with the poms, circling her hips in a slow counter-clockwise motion as she does so.

  “Oh Mr. Danner,” she breathes, tilting her head back as her eyes close. “That feels so good!”

  I nod, my fingers fumbling at my fly.

  “Then keep going,” I command. “Show me more.”

  Her eyes open again as she drags the pom-poms down her body. Janie giggles as the sparkly streamers cover her panties but then she seizes my eye, and smiling naughtily, pulls the lacy crotch to the side to bare her steaming snatch to me. It pulses and glistens, making my mouth go dry.

  “Isn’t this what you want, Daddy?” she coos. “This and this?” she asks, pulling the filmy lingerie all the way over and then spinning around and bending over so that I can see both holes. Her ass flexes at me, the pink pleats taut as a drum, as her pussy glistens pink in the light. But Janie’s not about to stop there. She reaches back and slowly pulls her pussy lips apart with both hands, showing me that interior flesh.

  “This is where you belong,” she breathes. “I’ll get it ready for you using the poms.”

  With that, she spits on one of the white handles, and then with a naughty smile at me over one shoulder, slowly begins inserting the white plastic into her cunt. I watch, breathless, as the soft velvet of her pussy parts and then swallows the handle of the pom, Janie moaning up a storm as she takes it inch by inch. Finally, it’s embedded in her sweetness, and she opens her eyes to throw me a coy look.

  “Do you like what you see, Mr. Danner?’ she purrs. “Because there’s more.”

  Then, she spits on the handle of the other pom pom, getting it lubed up, and never dropping my gaze, presses that white stick against the tight pleats of her ass. Nothing happens at first and she squinches her eyes shut a bit in concentration. But then, with an audible popping sound, her sphincter gives way and that pom-pom handle begins disappearing between her cheeks.

  "Ohhhh that feels good," Janie moans, slowly inserting the plastic implement into her asshole. “Fuuuuck.”

  It’s not easy, but after a few minutes, she’s managed to work both pom-poms fully into her sweetest spots. By now, I’ve got my cock in hand and it’s leaking pre-come all over my fist as I stroke up and down the bulging length. I can’t believe this is happening but incredibly, the dirty girl’s got even more up her sleeve.

  “Daddy, I’m ready to cheer now,” she purrs. “I think you’ll like my routine.” Then Janie straightens, with both poms dangling obscenely from her sweet holes. “I think I remember a special routine from high school,” she coos flirtatiously while unbuckling her bra and dropping it on the carpeted floor. “I choreographed it in fact.”

  With that, she begins gyrating and dancing in the living room, all the while calling out cheers.

  “Rah rah rah!” she chants as her boobies bounce up and down, the glittering poms shaking in time to her calls. “Eagles Forever!”

  “Boom shaka-lacka-lacka boom!” she cheers before spinning around and kicking one foot high up in the air, giving me a glimpse of her sweet, stuffed-full holes. “Give it up Eagles, Eagles, Eagles!”

  I can hardly believe this is happening, but Janie’s saved the best for last. She puts her hands on her hips and then does the full splits, each pom-pom spreading prettily against the ground, one in front and the other in back. Then she rolls over, both legs high in the air and splits them into a vee before pulling the poms out from her holes, moaning as they make their exits.

  I watch, stroking furiously on my shaft as the white handles reappear, her private parts so fucking stretched and gaped.

  “Ohhh,” Janie moans breathlessly, still on her back on the ground. “The knots on those handles were so big! I wasn’t expecting that, but it felt amazing all the same.”

  That’s it. I’ve had enough. I need to be in this girl stat, and I’m out of my clothes and on top of her on the shag carpet within seconds. Janie doesn’t even get a chance to react. I literally plunge straight into her pussy, the swollen folds already wet and drenched.

  “Oh Mr. Danner!” she cries while twisting her nipples. “Unnnh!”

  “Yeah,” I growl, blue eyes blazing. “It feels even better when it’s the real thing, right?” I fuck a few times into her cunt, obscene squelching noises ringing out in the room, and then pull out and fuck into her asshole. She squeals loudly, eyes going wide.

  “Unnnh!” is her keening cry. “Fuuuck!”

  “That’s right,” I grunt, giving it to her hard in that little knot before pulling out and heading back into her pussy. “I know you can take it every which way. Shit,” I pant. “This feels too good.”

  After all, I never expected to meet a young woman like Janie. I thought women her age were still innocent and naïve, but the curvaceous brunette’s put that myth to rest. Instead, she’s got me so turned on that with a few more strokes, my balls are already high and tight, and the bottom of my cock begins to pulse with impending climax.

  “Oh shit,” I groan. “Oh shit, oh shit, FUCK!”

  Hot streams of seed pour into Janie’s sweetness as she moans and screams, her legs clenching around my waist.

  “Yes, Brand!” she cries. “More, more!”

  I pump and pulse, spraying her with jets of creamy come, and she falls apart as well. Her pretty pout forms a perfect “O” of surprise and then her back arches off the carpeted floor as that swollen cunt squeezes and clamps around me.

  “Mmmm!” is her scream. “Unnnh!”

  We moan and cry out our ecstasy, soaring in the clouds together as we hit new heights. But after a few minutes, we begin to drift back to Earth. Or rather, Janie drifts and floats. I hit the Earth with a solid clunk of reality.

  “Fuck,” I groan. “What have I done?”

  She opens her eyes dreamily, staring at me.

  “You did good, Mr. Danner,” she murmurs. “I had a wonderful time.”

  I drop my forehead to her sweat-covered breast.

  “Yes, but we shouldn’t have,” I grind out. “Fuck, Jerry’s going to kill me!”

  That gets her laughing.

  “No, he won’t and besides, he won’t know so it doesn’t matter,” Janie says in a gentle tone. “You did well, Mr. Danner. That was amazing and I enjoyed myself. Now, are you ready for more? In my bedroom perhaps?”

  At her lilting words, I feel myself hardening again as the energy returns to my frame. After all, I was so excited that I pumped into her within seconds. But now, the curvy girl’s invited me for more and I’m ready for a second bite of the apple.

  5

  Janie

  * * *

  One week later.

  I practically shake from excitement as I close the front door behind me and lock it. I’m careful to do it as quietly as possible because I’ve made it this far, and I don’t want to get caught now. After all, it’s been a week since I made love to Brand, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the older man. I’ve been wandering through life in a haze, and barely even replied when I was spoken to. My mom was suspicious for sure.

  “Janie, are you okay?” Sheena asked just a few days ago when we were at the breakfast table. I started and then blinked.

  “Yeah, I’m fine Mom!” I said in a chirpy voice. “Why?”

  My mom frowns. “It’s just a mother’s intuition, that’s all,” she says. “You seem out of it, and I don’t know why. I know I’ve been busy lately with that hair show I went to, but is there something you want to tell me?”

  I shake my head cheerfully.

  “Nope, not at all. Working at the mall is going great, and there were even fewer brats in the store than usual this past week. If you like, I can see if that hair accessory you wanted, you know the one with the metal plate connected to a black elastic, is on sale today. I think Claire’s was going to mark some of their stuff down, and I wouldn’t be surprised if this is one of the items.”

  My mom nods.

  “Thanks honey. I’d appreciate it if you did. I’ve had my eye on that one for a long time.”

  I nod and smile sunnily because my mom and I get along actually, even if Sheena hasn’t had it easy in life. She got pregnant with me with her high school boyfriend, and that loser left us when I was still a baby. But my mom never gave up and always provided for me as best she could, working non-stop as a hairstylist. She has her own salon now called NaNaNa downtown, and it does well. Plus, as a younger mom, Sheena looks good with long black hair that trails down her back, tanned skin, and a bodacious body like Jessica Rabbit. I suppose that’s a good thing because I inherited my curves from her, even if my coloring is completely different.

  But after that conversation, I tried to be less of a space case. Of course, it was hard because all I could think of was Brand, Brand, Brand! The older man owned me so good after we went up to my bedroom, and I swear we made love for hours in my little bed. The sheets were soaked after we were done, and I waddled around like a lame duck, I was so sore between my legs.

  But now, I’m going out on a date with Brand. At first, I was afraid I’d never hear from the handsome trucker again, but then he texted me and we set this up. Of course, my mom and Jerry have no idea that I’m sneaking out to see Brand. They have no idea I’m sneaking out, period, seeing that it’s already 10 p.m. I think the two of them are asleep in bed already, judging from the loud cacophony of snores coming from their bedroom.

  Quietly, I creep down the stairs and let myself out of the house, careful not to let the front door slam. Then, I tiptoe down the street until I catch sight of Brand’s truck parked at the curb. He drives a huge black Dodge Ram, and it’s the sexiest vehicle I’ve seen in my life. I can’t keep the grin off my face as I open the door and clamber in.

  “Hey sweetheart,” he greets in a low voice, leaning over to kiss me as soon as I’m buckled in. “You look beautiful, Janie.”

  “How would you know? You can barely even see me,” I tease. Of course, there’s moonlight streaming into the cab so my words aren’t exactly true. After all, there’s enough that I can see that my lover’s huge and gorgeous as always. That inky black hair looks like it absorbs light, and his profile is strong, masculine, and proud, limned by a slight glow from the stars. A work shirt hugs his broad shoulders and he’s got casual Levi’s on. I melt a little, knowing what he’s packing between his thighs.

  My heart pounds quickly in my chest as he presses another kiss to my soft pout.

  “I just know you look amazing,” Brand rasps against my lips. “You’ve always been beautiful, honey.”

  Then, he starts the car with a knowing grin as my heart turns to mush. OMG, this is turning really romantic! I admit that when I dreamed of my lover this past week, it was mostly just sexual. I thought of all the positions we hit, and all the positions we’ll hit later tonight. But something’s different right now. There’s romance in the air, and Brand’s actually quite the gentleman, come to think of it. He sneaks me a knowing look as we drive.

  “Oh, I know what’s going through your naughty mind,” he growls, gently palming the clutch. “Don’t get any ideas, Janie, because we’re going on a wholesome date tonight.”

  I giggle as we cruise down an empty street.

  “Wholesome? Who me?”

  He chuckles again while making a left.

  “Yes, you.” He sends me a knowing look. “Very much you, honey.”

  I decide to give up the act.

  “Okay, you got me,” I giggle. After all, maybe I’m just totally wrong about the whole romance thing. Awkwardly, I clear my throat and my cheeks flush as I try to hide my emotions. “Where are we going?” I ask in a fairly normal tone.

  Brand grins in the dark.

  “Ever heard of a place called The Limetree?”

  I think about it for a few moments before shaking my head. “No, I don’t think so. What is it? A bar? Club? Where is it, actually? I’ve lived in Englewood Cliffs my entire life so it’s weird that I’ve never heard of it.”

  Brand grins.

  “There’s a reason for that,” he drawls. “The Limetree is a honky-tonk, so I figured it only attracts a certain crowd.”

  I giggle.

  “You’re right because I’m not one for country music. I mean, ‘Throw Momma Off the Train’ is okay, but I think that’s the only song I like.”

  Brand pretends hurt.

  “You don’t like ‘Old Town Road’ by Lil Nas X? It’s practically a classic!”

  I laugh.

  “Okay, I like Lil Nas X, and yes, I think the fact that he was overlooked for not being country enough is total bullshit. But you’re right. I’m not a honky-tonk girl. I didn’t even know that there existed one in this area!”

  Brand chuckles low in his throat, his big hands relaxed on the steering wheel. “It’s just in the next town over, so it shouldn’t take us too long to get there.”

  “Mm, that sounds good.” Then I cover my mouth while yawning quietly, and he looks over at me for a second.

  “Sleepy?”

  I yawn out loud then, not trying to hide it anymore.

  “I’m not much of a night owl,” I confess. “I’m like a grandma. My eyelids start to droop around 8 o’clock.”

  He shoots me a sideways look.

  “Well, hopefully our next date can be a lot earlier then. Specifically, we should meet during the day, so that you’ll be back home in time to catch your soap opera, eat your applesauce, and maybe even squeeze in a game of bingo before you hit the hay,” he teases.

  I giggle quietly, but inside, my heart nearly pounds out of my chest and butterflies fill the pit of my stomach as I think about what he said.

  Our next date.

  He already wants to take me out on another one.

  Wow, that’s exciting!

  Of course, I know that Brand likes me—I mean, we get along great both in and out of bed—but I don’t know. Somehow, part of me thought that he was just being nice by taking me out, like this is some obligatory ‘thank you for letting me have sex with you’ date and then I’d never hear from him again. I know it’s stupid to think like that, especially when the older man’s given me no reason to, but it’s just hard to believe that a man so drop-dead gorgeous would actually be interested in me.

  But it seems that he is, and I smile blissfully at my good fortune.

  “Next time then,” I smile softly. “I can’t wait.”

  Brand takes my hand as we drive, and we lapse into comfortable silence as a balmy breeze swirls in the truck cab.

  “Thank you,” I tell Brand as he hands me a drink and slides into the booth to sit next to me. His big form is so massive that I’m practically squished into the corner, but I don’t mind. “This place is really interesting!” I exclaim, looking around the bar. It’s pretty much what I’ve seen in movies. A long, rough-hewn piece of wood serves as the bar, and all around us, cowboys in big hats nod and tip beers at one another. But the girls aren’t cowgirls, at least not in any real sense. Instead, they’re wearing slutty clubbing clothes with high heels, so they won’t be roping any cattle in the next few hours.