THE RUNAWAY SCHOOLGIRL PART II
Melissa was startled out of a very nice dream about a boy with 4 hands who was ravaging every secret part of her teenaged body. The sound of a machine gun was bouncing in her bedroom window. No, it was more a vibrating sound not a machine gun. She saw construction barriers on the street below and two muscular black workers were drilling holes in the pavement. None of the passersby seemed to be the least bit disturbed at the ear-splitting racket.
She peeked into Harry’s bedroom and saw that he was still in a deep sleep and had his hefty posterior up high in the air just like an exhausted hound dog. There was no sign of the female responsible for the periodic groans and moans that had awakened her periodically thru the night.
The only coffee she saw was the powdered kind in a small bottle on the stove. From experience, she knew it would taste worse than day-old pee, but beggars can’t be choosers. The milk in the fridge looked a bit iffy and was outdated by 3 full days.
A quick shower and then getting dressed for her job hunt.
The shower was pleasant and she noticed that Harry kept a supply of various female items to enhance their bathing experience. She had a nice skirt and blouse but her underwear department was reduced to 3 pairs of very dirty panties each with their own separate and unique issues.
Her only other option was to steal a pair of Harry’s so she decided to just go commando and risk being found out for a total slut.
The Sunday classified listed a number of jobs open for an entry level trainee and it all looked promising. She was armed with a birth certificate that her friend Bella had given to her. Even the social security card with the same unusual name “Belinda Brightstar”. Bella told her that she was 1/8 th Cherokee and never used her maiden name any more. Now she used her first husband’s name “Murphy” and took the name of Krista. So her birth certificate for Belinda Brightstar was available along with the social security card that she had rarely used. Most of her jobs were waitressing and it was a lot better to work “off the books” both for her and for her employer. In fact, she had never filed an income tax form even though they told her at the county office she would get money back from the government without paying any taxes. That just didn’t seem right to her so she considered it her patriotic duty to not file any taxes at all and give the taxpayers a break.
The main point was the documents gave her age as 22 and she would be able to meet the requirements for employment and for other things like maybe getting into clubs and places where they served adult refreshments. Besides there was not much difference between 16 and 22 and she was certain no one would be suspicious of her credentials. She had already fixed up a resume under the new name and padded it with a lot of difficult to verify places of employment and generic experience that showed she had been around but never stayed too long to be noticed anywhere.
Before she left the apartment, Melissa figured it would be a good idea to wake up Harry in case he had to get to work.
“Harry! Get up, Harry!”
She leaned over to shake his shoulder and gasped when he reached up and pulled her down on top of his body and wrapped his legs around her hips. His fingers were suddenly up under her skirt and searching for her private little slit. The fact she had no underwear on was a distinct disadvantage.
“Harry! What are you doing? You overslept and I was just waking you up!”
He opened his eyes and registered the fact that the pretty body he had his legs wrapped around was not his bed partner from the previous evening.
“Oh, sorry, kid. I thought you was Kitty. She must have left already. Thanks for waking me up. I got to get going. See you tonight!”
Melissa straightened her skirt and scurried out the front door as quickly as she could.
The first job was almost all the way over to the U.N. building on the East side. The Fortune 500 Company had the entire building to themselves. The personnel department was up on the 4 th floor and she crowded into the elevator with a bunch of chattering young gum-chewing girls and several males with nice ties and suit jackets. The 2 girls in front of her squished her back further into the elevator and she found her ass, which was covered only by a very thin skirt, crushed up against a swelling hard-on of huge proportions. She knew it wasn’t her fault and certainly the young man riding her ass had no responsibility for the situation so she just relaxed and let nature take its course. The ride to the 4 th floor seemed to take forever and each time the elevator stopped she was forced to reposition her ass cheeks around the sturdy cock.
As she was getting off, Melissa ventured a glance over her shoulder at the young man and discovered he was both handsome and very tall. She hoped her pussy juices were not oozing out to embarrass her in the personnel office. He smiled at her rather nicely and she could not stop herself from smiling back with what she hoped was an apologetic air.
Apparently the company was in dire need of young workers and she was hired on the spot and was told that her first day would be the next morning at 9 AM sharp. They told her that the entire morning would be “indoctrination” and placement in one of the company’s departments.
On the way home, Melissa stopped at a small store with ladies clothing right next to the bus stop. She realized once she was in the store that most of the items were sort of risqué in nature and probably intended for erotic experiences. The pair of older men working behind the counter gave her the once over trying to “read” her persona. They must have decided she was not a business girl looking to get off the street for a few minutes but a real customer.
“Whacha looking for, girlie?”
It was the one with the arms covered with tattoos who directed the question at her. She didn’t want to come right out and explain she was in serious need of panties and needed to put them on instead of sticking them in a bag.
“I just wanted to look at some underthings as long as they are not too expensive.”
The younger guy with the long thin nose snorted like it was the funniest thing he had heard in a long time. Even the older guy sporting an obvious hard-on was smiling now.
“Let me guess, you lost yours, right?”
Melissa was mortified. Her wanton ways must be obvious even to strangers.
“Do you have any sort of plain ones that won’t cost me too much? I just started a new job.”
The older guy beckoned her closer with the crooking of his index finger. For some reason, she felt compelled to obey his command.
“Listen, sweetie, I want you should come in here for new panties any old time you want to. As far as cost, don’t worry your pretty little head. Just wear them and get them nice and dirty and you can exchange the dirty ones for nice new ones any time you want. You get the picture?”
Melissa was surprised but not offended. It looked like the guy either wanted to use her dirty panties to get off on or he would be using them to resell at a much higher price now that they were decorated with her musky scent and female juices. If she was going to get new panties and never have to wash them again it sure sounded like a good deal to her.
“Ok, but I need to put on a pair right now. Do you have a change room?”
“Just pick out whatever you like best from that rack over there. Don’t worry about the price. You can come behind the counter here. It ain’t like Jimmy boy and me ain’t seen it all already!”
Melissa selected a nice pair of frilly boy-shorts in pink and black and giggled when she slipped them on in full view of the tattoo covered Dominick and the hawk-nosed Jimmy boy. She even gave them a good look at her dimpled bottom and her spotless brown eye. For some perverted reason, she was almost panting with near release as she straightened her short skirt into a semblance of normalcy.
“I’ll be back tomorrow at lunchtime to switch these out, guys. I promise I will have them smelling real nice.”
Melissa made sure that Harry got a good peek at her new undies as she ironed her skirt for the next day’s new job. She filled him in on the job and the things she had learned about the company. She did not mention anything about the underwear or what she did to get them. She knew it would sound a little like selling herself for money. Of course, that was something she had sworn she would never resort to no matter how desperate things became.
“So how is my sister, The Bitch, getting along? Is she still working on finding a third husband? Her other two attempts sure ended in disaster!”
Melissa never liked talking bad about anyone, especially someone who had helped her to get away from her stifling existence.
“I like your sister, Harry, she is a good friend!”
Harry was a bit busy fondling the end of his long aroused cock. The sight of the delectable Melissa swaying seductively over the ironing board in her pink and black boy-shorts made him dangerously close to exploding right at the kitchen table.
“Harry, would you mind rubbing your hard-on on my new panties. I need for them to smell real ripe when I exchange them tomorrow for a new pair.”
Harry just nodded his head up and down too fearful of asking a question that would put a jinx on the offer he had just received.
After a long and strenuous exercise of hard cock rubbing on soft pussy slit and an overheated ass crack, Harry grunted just like she heard him the night before with the bimbo from the streets. Soon after, her new panties were decorated with a puddle of creamy cum right on the tiny pink bow in the center of her pussy mound.
She didn’t even mind the way he shoved his thick thumb up her brown eye without benefit of any lube at all. It was a bit rough but she needed rough right now. Melissa could tell from the way that Harry handled her bottom that he would be making lots of demands on her tiny brown eye in ways that she approved fully. She thought she had heard the swishing sound of a leather belt last night and wondered if Harry was planning on giving her some of the same discipline right over his knees whilst she wiggled deliciously on his glorious cock.
The next morning, Melissa sniffed the pungent scent of her to be exchanged panties and smiled because she was certain they would fetch a pretty price from some perverted male eager for such exotic kinky pleasures. She could now wait to get a nice new clean pair on her pussy at lunch time.
The morning indoctrination was a bit boring but she was aware her scent was distracting a couple of the young males sitting right in front of her. When they turned around to see where the odor was coming from, she spread her legs so they could catch a peek at her pretty pink and black panties scented with the juices of love.
Both Dominick and Jimmy Boy were waiting patiently for her.
She selected a beautiful yellow thong with little white bows and slowly removed her boy shorts placing them in the plastic zippered bag given to her. She watched them take turns sniffing them and giving her a smiling “thumbs up” signal to indicate their total satisfaction with the product.
Melissa started to think that maybe it would be a good sideline for her get into herself in order to get a nice little nest egg.
After she got settled in at her job, it might be worthwhile to head out to Brighton Beach and check out the money-making opportunity offered by “Belinda’s” friend. She would have to be super careful because she was certain whatever is was, it was not quite legal.
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