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The Majestic

... few feet closer. "Am I right? You aren't old enough, are you really?" For a second, Betsy was tempted to bluff her way, but then her courage failed and she hung her head and shrugged helplessly. "Do you really need this job? I mean do you need this job bad enough to . . . be nice to me and do what you're told?" The poor little girl was stunned! Betsy looked at the theater owner with bulging eyes. He hadn't said it in so many words, but the girl knew what he was asking! Simpson smiled and nodded. "That's right, I'm asking if you want this badly enough to have a little fun with me from time to time." The handsome man shifted in his chair and instantly Betsy knew why. The shocked pre-teener could see the front of his pants pushing out as his penis grew erect and hard!! Betsy flushed and made a small sound deep in her throat as she stared at Mr. Simpson. She knew what a hard prick looked like. She had a friend, Dickie Webber, and they had been playing . . . games in her garage for over a year. They had not done much, and nothing that they'd done in their fumbling, groping, and touching made her ready to handle the situation she was faced with now! "I . . . we need the money," the little girl whispered as she stared at the man. Besides that, Betsy could imagine the scornful looks on her friends' faces when she had to confess that she didn't have the job and the picture made her feel just awful! "But I . ..I don't know if . . . I've never done anything like that before .. . I'm ...

... afraid." Betsy saw the excitement rising in Mr. Simpson's face and she was surprised to feel a strong, pounding sensation in her own untried body. "No, I didn't think you had," Newton Simpson breathed as he stared greedily at the lovely, slender girl before him. "If you do go to work for me this summer you could work at night and on two mornings a week we have meetings of the Film Classics Club. If you worked those mornings that would mean even more money for you and then, if you work out all right, there are . . . other ways for you to make money. A lot of it." The handsome man's face was even and calm as he asked again, "Do you want the job, little girl? I think that your mother would like all that extra money. I'm sure she would." Betsy began to tremble. She was so upset that she didn't know what to say. Mr. Simpson solved the problem for the startled child, he leaned forward and calmly took the uniform out of Betsy's nerveless fingers and then motioned for her to come to him. The shocked little girl stood before the man dressed only in a tight, nearly transparent pair of panties. Betsy shuddered. She was so aware of his stare that she could feel his eyes creeping up her slender thighs and over the plump, hairless folds of her virgin sex. Betsy wasn't certain how it happened. She felt herself moving and looked down in amazement as her bare thighs carried her forward far enough for Mr. Simpson to take her hand and pull. The trembling little girl was so close that their knees ...