1. Ellie-May gets interviewed for a job but just wants to fuck around


    Date: 1/4/2017, Categories: Fiction, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Prostitution, Virginity, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 65.6, Source: sexstories.com

    It was a regular evening in Pine Ridge Nebraska and as I enjoyed a well earned beer in a bar just down the street from my temporary home so a wizened old guy said “Excuse me sir,” real politely, “You work for Jenkins Logging?” “Sure,” I agreed, work for it, I damned well owned it. “See my youngest, Ellie-May, she needs a job see,” he said. “Well,” I said. “She needs a reference see,” he said, “Maybe you could help her?” “Do I know her?” I asked. “Maybe fifty bucks?” he offered. “Hell, I can’t just give a reference just like that,” I said, “Tell you what I’ll do, you send her over and I’ll run her through what to say and what not to say at the interview.” “But she needs referees,” he said earnestly, “Jed Munroe said how she should go on at interview but hell she ain’t got no qualifications nor nothing.” “She needs big tits and slack knicker elastic to get a job for old Jenkins,” I said as I laughed inwardly. “That’s what old Jed said,” he agreed, “Excepting he said for her to dress like a whore and not wear no knickers at all.” “So send her over,” I said, “My card, address is on the back,” I added as I handed it over. “Eli Jenkins, you’re Eli Jenkins?” he queried. “Sure am, see the horns and forked tail?” I asked, “Devil incarnate me.” “Jee I sure am sorry sir,” he said. “Don’t be, send her over, any time, as long as it’s before midnight tonight,” I laughed. See me and Monique were not getting along, she wanted a ring on her finger, I wanted a pre nup, she turned ugly, I ...
    moved out the house and got a company condo sort of temporary, “And tell her all Munroe said is right and more.” I downed the rest of my beer and walked home, laughing to myself. I watched TV a while and made a coffee when quite suddenly there was a knock at the door, I went to look through the spy hole and a sweet little girl was standing there. “Hey,” I said as I opened the door, “What you want?” “My Paw sent me,” she said, “He said I need a job, but I don’t need no job,” she said as she strode in almost making me spill my coffee. “So why come?” I asked. “Cause otherwise he’d leather me,” she explained. “Right,” I agreed, “So why don’t you need a job?” “Cause I got a job lined up whoring,” she said, “My teacher said if I never went to no school and never got my grades all I’d be good for Walmart or whoring and I sure as hell ain’t working in no Walmart.” “You’re hair’s wrong,” I said, “For a whore, who ever heard of a chestnut whore, it should be blonde.” “Since when you been an expert?” she asked. “I seen one or two,” I admitted. “So what you think?” she asked and she took off her coat. She had high heels under that long coat, high heels, silver stockings, red tapes, a black basque and nothing else on except for those nipple vacuum suction cups you sometimes see in pornos. My coffee cup shattered into a thousand fragments, as it hit the floor, “Oh my lord!” I gasped. “You like what you see?” she asked. “Jesus,” I said. “Now you tell me I ain’t no A grade whore.” she demanded. ...
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