The sexy teen daughter of the radio station manager has made a demand concerning giving a blow-job to a member of the Four Seasons.
Chapter 3: Confrontation from a teen tease.
"Ron, what the hell have you gotten us into?" Jim was clearly pissed as he confronted Ron outside his program manager’s office.
"Whoa, Back up dude, what the hell are you so all mad about?" Ron held Jim back with his left arm extended. He was afraid he was going to get a punch in the face.
"Becky!" Jim spat at Ron Jim took a step back and leaned back against the wall frustrated and tired. "That little tramp Becky is going to be the ruin of all of us."
"Look Jimmy you have got to trust me. Ron spoke in a low voice careful not to be overheard by the new young lady at the reception desk, "I have this all worked out, really."
"Trust you?" Jim leaned back across the small hallway door filling the space between them. "How can I trust you when all you have managed to do so far is turn a flighty sixteen-year-old teen with braces into some kind of exhibitionist, cock-sucking whore?"
“DJ,” Ron shouted, “I told you before, she had the braces taken off!”
Jackie, the forty-something redhead at reception, heard Jim and Ron’s outburst and came in a hurry down the hall towards them. She had a very cute figure and her 36DD cleavage always caught men’s attention, long before they noticed her beautiful blue eyes and cute mouth.
"Shush," she scolded them, "Johnny Irons is on the air and he can hear the both of you clear as day in the sound booth."
Jackie turned slightly away as she straightened her blouse that came loose during her hurried walk down the hall. She then deliberately smoothed her skirt and absently mindedly touched up her beehive hairdo. Not intending to leave, she slowly walked between them, crossing her steps like she was on a runway. The move had the desired effect and immediately brought Jim and Ron's attention to her firm ass wrapped inside her tight red skirt. As she turned to sit upon Ron’s desk both of their eyes became fixed upon the firm belly and extended belly button exposed by her red and white silk white blouse tied tightly under her ample breasts.
The front of Jackie’s reception desk blocked the view of any visitor. However, it was no accident that the reception desk had an open panel towards the program manager’s office and the adjacent sound booth that was used for making spots. It was an open secret that she took opportunities to remove her nylons and tease Ron by spreading her legs when he was sitting at his desk.
Looking at Jackie, Jim noticed that her skirt was sliding up her thighs as she planted her legs a few feet apart. Jim's mind flashed back to that one late night when he was recording a new commercial and had watched Jackie from the darkened booth.
While sitting at her desk, she first removed her shoes, then her stockings, pulled up her miniskirt and finally removed her black panties. She was wearing a headset and seemingly was unaware that DJ was across from her in the next booth. Although Jim did not know what she was listening to he could tell she was highly aroused. Jackie nodded her head in beat to the music. He could plainly see her fingers as they rubbed playfully across her tummy, then dipped deeply into her pussy. The other hand pinched her nipples through her bra.
With the realization that this may be the only time he could ever watch an older woman get off, Jim opened the fly of his white bell-bottom pants and began to rub his cock, under the control table. As Jackie approached her climax she began to twist and turn with her fingers jammed deep inside. Jim felt a need to cum with her and fantasized about spilling his seed across her red bush. Jim had slowed his strokes until Jackie had frozen with her legs clamped tightly together and her head flung back in a silent scream of passion.
Her voiceless cue had sent him over the brink as if she had screamed his name, "FUCK ME, JIMMY!"
Afterwards, Jim had wondered if the cleaning lady had ever wondered as to the source of the large glob of thick, HOT cum, he had shot off under the table and onto the carpet.
Now that she had their attention Jackie lowered her voice softly saying, "What I don't understand is why are all you grown men are chasing that piece of jailbait, especially when a fully grown, experienced, and willing woman is available?" Jackie punctuated willing by leaning her considerable cleavage towards Jim.
Hearing no, satisfactory reply, Jackie stood up and stepped so close to Jimmy he could smell her sweet perfume, named Poison. Jackie had applied the perfume earlier with lustful thoughts for the young DJ all along the deep freckled cleavage between her firm 36DD breasts. As their bare arms made contact her thick nipples quickly swelled and were now jutting against the thin material of her bra leaving Jim to wonder at their taste and texture. One step further and her hip made contact with his thigh. Having just been teased by the young teen Jim felt another cramp caused by his constrained and swelling cock.
Ron, who had not missed how Jackie had focused her movements to bring her arm and left leg in contact with Jim, lamented "Jackie, you are such a fucking cock tease."
"I could be more than that.” She paused, smiling. “For the right cock!" Jackie laughed as she clearly focused her deep blue eyes on Jim's crotch. Then she slowly licked her lips at Jim as she turned and walked back down the hallway with the same seductive cross step.
Jim's anger had quickly drained. He now felt like he had just been sized up, like he was a medium rare steak, ready for serving.
"Damn," Ron whistled softly. "If she wasn't so old, I'd take her for a spin she would not forget."
"Ron, you would never turn down any pussy." Jim laughed as he added, "A live one, anyway. Besides, she can't be much older than forty and I'm sure some older women must still like to fuck."
"Come in here." Ron grabbed an arm firmly and pushed Jim into the older section of the record vault. This is where they stored all the music from the fifties that no one wanted to hear anymore. Ron had spent many hours in this section of the vault, with many a young lady enthralled with being so close to the music game. Ron knew from past naked experience they would have privacy unless someone went looking for a Pat Boone record in the middle of the afternoon.
Ron stepped back and with a broad smile began, "Here is my plan for tonight, and trust me, it is perfect.”
"OK, I'll bite." Jim shrugged off his resistance either due to fear or physical exhaustion. "What is your grand plan?"
"We simply do absolutely, nothing!" Ron's smile had broadened into a wide grin.
"Do nothing, that's your plan, DO NOTHING??" Jim had raised his voice and expected Jackie to burst in upon them, again, within seconds.
"Shush, will you please quiet down?" Ron hushed Jim into silence. "Look, Jimmy, what time does the band go on tonight?"
"How the hell do I know?" Jim replied, "You set this deal up and just told me thirty minutes ago, after you broadcasted the spot from Canada to Ohio."
"Right," was Ron's reply with an affirmative nod. “People are going to show not knowing when the band is just going to be on. We got called and told that sometime during the evening they would just walk in, perform, and go. No extra cover charge, no big introduction, and no opening act, besides you, playing some records.
After the appropriate pause, to build the suspense, Ron continued like he was a high school history teacher. "I’m the only one here that knows that The Four Seasons will come on stage at exactly 10 PM and play one set for forty minutes. They will then leave the club at 10:45 PM sharp to catch the midnight train to Chicago."
"Okay." Jim rubbed his tired eyes. "What does that do for us?"
"Jimmy, boy, don't forget, this is an after-hours club," Ron was relishing his display of brilliance. "What time do persons under the age of twenty-one have to clear the club?"
"Holy shit," exclaimed Jim, "9:30, they have to be out by 9:30 before beer can be served! Ron, you are right, we are saved."
"Right!" Ron quickly embraced his friend, much too close for Jim's comfort. Ron continues, "I will take Becky to the club and tease her every way I can. On the way there I will tell her a secret, that Bob loves bare, virgin, teen pussy, so she will remove her panties. I plan to deliver her randy as hell, primed and ready to give her the blow-job opportunity of her young life. You will excite the crowd about the impending arrival of the band. I need you to play along with some added sexy banter and tell her how beautiful she is and how anxious you are to introduce her to the band, right after their set. I will make sure Leon, the bouncer, is aware he has a minor in the house that has to be gone before the band can play. Hey, it isn’t our fault when they kick her sweet and sexy sixteen-year-old butt out of the club, even before the band arrives. Like I said, we do nothing."
Jim somehow felt better, and the earlier panic began to ease. "Ron, I hope you have a backup plan. You do have a backup plan, right?"
"We don't need a backup plan, Jimmy,” Ron boasted. "The kid's age will be her own undoing."
With a sheepish smile, Ron added, "Hell, she may be so frustrated that I may be the one getting the blow job of my young life."
Before Ron could spin another web, that would draw him into yet another scheme, Jim just shook his head and pushed past Ron to leave the vault and head back to the recording booths.
"DJ, can I talk to you a second?" a female voice called to him out of the program director's office.
Jim stopped in his tracks and turned towards the open door to discover the source of the husky female voice that had called to him.
"OH SHIT!" Jim's alarms screamed at him inside his head. Outwardly he calmly replied, "Oh, hi Phillis, what brings you here today?"
Phillis was the wife of the very volatile and very connected station manager Greg Granger. In this context “connected” meant both strong relationships with the Detroit music scene and the Detroit mob. Greg was useful to your career, if he liked you, and could end your career across four states if you earned his ire. His two favorite pastimes were playing with his radio station and flaunting his trophy wife.
As Jim turned to politely address her request, he could not stop the mean office melody that began to play in his head, "Phillis with skirts too short to keep it warm, blouse too tight to keep her adorned. The blond with brains and a mouth so wide, her full red lips will suck you dry."
