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The Majestic II

Chapter Two Her first night at work. It was so exciting! Betsy caught sight of her reflection in one of the glass lobby doors and paused to admire it. She was proud of herself. Her deep blue costume top clung tight and instead of hanging loose from her bust the way she thought it would, it seemed to push her firm little tits higher and made them look larger than they were. The pretty little brunette liked the way that her short red skirt hugged her waist then fit over the curve of her developing hips and saucy buttocks. There was a tight fitting pair of matching red panties just peeking out from under the skirt and Betsy had thought the whole effect was wonderful. The slender little usherette looked away from the glass and saw the snack-bar manager, Mrs. Borden, looking at her. Betsy flushed guiltily and remembered that she was supposed to be working. Taking a firm grip on her flashlight, the little girl peeked one more time at her reflection and admired the way that her daring uniform made her legs look even longer than they were. The door to aisle C closed soundlessly behind her as Betsy stepped into the darkened auditorium. All she had to do was watch for smokers, keep little children from running up and down the aisles and help the other two ushers when she was asked to. Mr. Simpson said it was the job he gave to all the new girls. Mr. Simpson! Betsy was glad that no one could see her in the dark because she could feel her cheeks burning when she thought about him. A ...

... funny, warm sensation began between her legs every time that Betsy thought about the things that Mr. Simpson did to her. She knew it was wrong for her to let the man touch her and teach her those things, but it did make her feel good, just the way that he promised. Besides, it made Betsy feel grown up and daring just to know that a grown up man was interested in her like that! Betsy passed down the aisle feeling important when some kids that she knew saw her and whispered excitedly among themselves. The pretty little girl passed between the first row and the screen and then walked up aisle D. "What is your name again, dear? I'm sorry but I was so busy earlier that I don't think I caught it." Betsy was startled, she'd stopped by the candy counter and since the good looking blonde clerk hadn't spoken to her all evening, she hadn't expected her to do so now. "It's Betsy Morrison, ma'am," the pretty little brunette said quickly. Mrs. Borden smiled at her and tossed her blonde hair with a shake of the head. The motion also made the older woman's large, creamy looking breasts jiggle under her tight fitting uniform top. "Ohhh, don't be so formal, Betsy. You can call me Grace, I work here just like you." Betsy smiled shyly and nodded her head, she was impressed by how pretty and self assured Grace was. She was also painfully aware of how well built the blonde was and wondered if she was ever going to grow up and look half as nice as that. Grace reached across the counter and gently ...