Trish grabbed her coat and followed Brock out to the car. She was thrilled that he'd asked her to come for a ride. Surely that meant he had more than an average interest in her. She felt very excited as Brock wheeled out into the late night traffic.
"Where are we going, Brock?" the pretty teenager asked.
"There's a friend of mine in town, Ted Grace," Brock said. "I want you to meet him. I'd like you to hang out with us, Trish, help us have a little party."
"Super," Trish chirped.
Now she really felt flattered. Of all the women working at the club, Brock had chosen her to help entertain his old friend. Trish practically ran and skipped as she accompanied Brock into the impressive hotel building and up to Ted's top-floor suite.
Ted himself answered the door and ushered them into the lavishly-decorated living room. Trish thought the red-haired man was quite attractive, though not of course as handsome as Brock. Under Brock's instructions she mixed all of them a drink and went to sit with the men.
"So you're Trish?" Ted said with a grin. "Brock's told me a lot about you."
"Thank you, sir," Trish said bashfully.
Had she been as observant as her mother, she would have noticed something odd about the men's smiles. "Hey, just call me Ted," the red-head chuckled. "I'm hoping we'll get to be real good friends, honey."
Trish just smiled, not having the slightest idea of his real meaning. Unlike Pat, she didn't pick up on the strange vibes in the room. And when Brock pulled her closer to him on the couch, she innocently snuggled up against him. She saw nothing wrong with Brock caressing her in front of Ted.
"How do you like these costumes I picked for my bus girls?" Brock said.
"Fantastic," Ted laughed. "No wonder guys keep coming back to your club."
Trish did look adorable in her tiny pink costume which showed the pert little globes of her ass, her tiny firm waist, and her pointed apple-size tits. She was a blonde and golden contrast to her raven-haired mother, such a delicious contrast that the two men could barely contain themselves. Brock had his arm around her, and he reached up and playfully squeezed one soft warm tit through her tight costume.
"Brock, you naughty thing," Trish giggled.
Her voice sounded strange in her own ears, and it didn't take her long to realize that she was getting a little drunk. She'd never touched alcohol before, and she'd been sipping her vodka and tonic like it was soda pop. No wonder she was giggling shrilly every time Brock squeezed her boob. But to Trish it was only a lark. She was having a good time.
"Honey," Brock said, "how would you like to earn an extra fifty bucks tonight?"
"Oh, wow, would I," Trish said eagerly. "What do you want me to do, Brock?"
"Take off your costume," he said, leering.
Trish stared at him, then giggled. "You mean sit here naked?" she said. "What would you want me to do that for?"
"Never mind our reasons, angel," Brock said. "Do you want the money?"
Trish debated for a moment. She certainly could use the fifty dollars for school clothes, but she was also pretty sure that it was wrong to take off her clothes in front of two men. Pat would have had a fit if she'd known. But then there was no chance of Pat finding out – she'd be hard at work at the club for the next few hours. Trish just couldn't resist the chance to earn all that spending money.
"Okay," she laughed, "but it sounds like a silly idea to me."
"We don't think it's silly at all, honey," Ted sighed.
Since the moment Trish stepped into the room Ted had been unable to keep his hungry eyes off her slim young body. Secretly he agreed with Brock that she didn't have her mother's stunning beauty, but she was certainly pretty enough. It was the lure of youth that drew him. Brock had confessed to popping her cherry just a few days ago. Ted got hotly excited when he imagined how tight her box would be.
But Brock had also warned him that they'd have to use different tactics with the daughter.
"Go ahead, baby," Ted, continued, "take off the costume. Give us poor old guys something nice to look at."
Trish grinned and kicked off her shoes. As she pulled down the thin shoulder straps of her tight pink costume, she was thinking of all the ways she could spend the fifty dollars Brock had promised her. She pulled the costume down to her waist and exposed the exquisite little globe of her firm young tits.
"Beautiful," Ted sighed, his eyes glued hotly to her delicate little pink nipples.
"Now take the rest of it off, honey," Brock said.
Trish quickly skinned out of her costume, letting it slither down her legs. The men ogled the adorable little golden puff of her bush. As she stooped to step out of the costume, they got a brief tantalizing glimpse of her pure pink slit with its fine fringe of golden curls.
"There," Trish chirped, tossing her discarded costume on a chair and standing before them naked. "Can I have the money now, Brock?"
Brock swallowed hard before answering. He'd forgotten how incredibly inviting Trish looked in her innocent nakedness. "Sure, honey," he said somewhat hoarsely, "you can have it now. But there may be a chance for you to earn more."
"Oh?" Trish said eagerly. "Doing what?"
Ted spoke before Brock could answer. "You could help me undress," he said with a big grin. "You look so comfortable, I thought I'd like to get naked, too."
Trish shrugged. She didn't pretend to understand all the silly things adults enjoyed, but she did understand that the more money she earned, the better. Every penny she saved for her school expenses meant that Pat would have to work less hard. It seemed weird to help a grown man off with his clothes, but she'd do it for her mother's sake.
"All right," Trish said.
Just as her mother had done an hour earlier, Trish walked over to where Ted was sitting, dropped to her knees, and began removing his shoes and socks. But whereas Pat had been hostile and scowling, Trish merely had a blank expression. To her it was all business. She next removed Ted's shirt, and then he stood up so she could take off his pants.
Trish found it harder to maintain her businesslike expression when she saw the man's cock. She hadn't been around much, and she was terribly curious about pricks and balls. As she eyed Ted's stiff seven-inch dick, his coppery bush, and his swollen red nut sacs, she couldn't help wondering how it would be to ball him.
But of course she'd never cheat on Brock. It was Brock she loved and wanted to marry. Still she felt a sudden warmth and wetness in her horny little pussy as she studied Ted's pale swollen meat. She couldn't help wondering if all men fucked alike or if there were interesting differences in their technique.
"There," she said as Ted stepped out of his pants and stood before her naked. She got to her feet, preparing to join Brock op the couch. But Ted pulled her against him and said huskily, "Just give me a little kiss, honey."
Trish gave a squeak of surprise, but she wasn't fast enough to prevent him from kissing her. He was an exciting kisser, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, but even more exciting was the way his rigid throbbing prick rubbed against her pouting little bush. Again she felt sudden heat and moisture in her slit.
It was exciting to kiss Ted, but what would Brock think? Trish managed to peer over Ted's broad shoulder, and she saw that Brock was grinning. He caught her eye and nodded, as if to say it was perfectly all right if she kissed his buddy. In fact Brock looked like he was having a great time.
Trish couldn't figure it out. If she ever caught Brock kissing another girl, she'd be furious. But whatever Brock wanted was okay with her, so she relaxed in Ted's arms and let him kiss her deeply and hungrily. The next thing she knew, the powerfully-built redhead was lowering her to the carpet.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Trish squeaked.
"Just having a little fun," Ted panted. "Brock doesn't mind, do you, old buddy?"
"Not at all," Brock said. "Trish, Ted is my best friend, and I want you to please him. You just do whatever he wants."
"Okay, Brock," Trish said uncertainly.
Ted laid her down on her back. His cock was achingly stiff, and he wanted nothing more than to jump on that adorable little girl and ball her silly. But Brock had warned that no force could be used. Ted would have to persuade her into fucking him. He spread her slim legs, exposing the delicate pink flesh of her gash, and then plunged his face right into her steamy little pussy.
"Oooooo," Trish squealed. "Hey, Brock, are you sure this is okay?"
"I'm sure, honey," Brock said soothingly. "You just relax and enjoy yourself. Nobody has to know about this except us."
Trish still felt uneasy. She felt there was something terribly weird about Brock's attitude. If he really cared about her, why was he letting his buddy make love to her? Why was he getting off on it? Brock had left the couch and come to sit on the rug not five feet away, and he was grinning wildly as he watched Ted eat Trish's pussy.
Of course Trish couldn't ignore Ted either. He had his flushed sweaty face right in her crotch, snorting and snuffling around in the fragrant pink flesh of her slit. At first it just tickled, but then she felt sudden hot pleasure as her supersensitive clit was lashed by his big wet tongue. She couldn't help enjoying that. She gave a little sigh and let her legs fall farther apart.
"That's it, baby," Brock coaxed, "just relax and enjoy it. Give my buddy a good time."
Trish still didn't like his attitude, but she was being swept away with pleasure as Ted hungrily and expertly lashed and tickled her tiny red love-bud with the stiff tip of his tongue. Her aroused little cunt began to cream a steady stream of juice that moistened Ted's chin. Trish shivered blissfully. Nothing in the world felt better than having her hot little joy button licked.
"Ummmmm," she sighed.
Ted knew he was arousing her, and that made him even more excited. He seized the girl's legs and drew them up over his broad shoulders. That way Trish's tasty little snatch was totally open to him, and Brock had a good view, too. Brock grinned broadly as he watched his buddy's thick red tongue flicking back and forth over Trish's tiny scarlet clit.
Brock reached out, squeezed Trish's shoulder, and said, "Feels great, doesn't it, honey?"
"Ummmmm, yes," Trish sighed. "But are you sure you don't mind, Brock? It doesn't make you jealous?"
Brock, knowing he'd be balling her before the night was over, laughed. "I'm not jealous," he said. "Ted is my friend. I'd do anything for him."
Trish nodded, but her mind was far from made up. She loved Ted's expert pussy-eating, but she didn't like Brock making a gift of her body without even consulting her. It was like she was only a plaything, not a human being with feelings. In fact in that moment Trish fell out of love with Brock. Just like Pat, she realized that he wasn't a normal guy – he was a sickie.
But just as her mother had played out the scene for the sake of the daughter, Trish hung in there for Pat's sake. She might have contempt for Brock and his kinky amusements, but she still coveted his wealth. Marriage to him would mean that her mother would never have to work again. To Trish that was more important than her own feelings.
Besides, it was hardly torture to have her pussy deliciously eaten. Ted tongue-lashed her hot little clit into stiffness, then took the moist bud between his lips and began sucking on it loud and hard. Trish gasped, then moaned with ecstasy, and her hot fragrant cunt-cream gushed out to soak Ted's face.
"Oooooo," the girl squealed, "that feels so good."
Brock drew even closer to watch. He saw Ted's mouth planted firmly around Trish's red love-bud, saw Ted's lips sucking furiously on the soaked little lump. Trish was in ecstasy, her blue eyes rolling crazily, her hot sticky pussy-juice gushing out to soak Ted's chin. Everything was going exactly to plan.
"Dig it, honey, dig it," Brock panted.
"Ohhhhh," Trish wailed, "Ooohhhh."
The girl was on the very verge of climax, and both men knew it. Quickly Ted moved back, jerking his head from her red-hot snatch, and pressed the huge purple head of his prick against her tiny wet cunt-mouth. He pushed into her, moaning blissfully as he felt his swollen meat encased in hot velvety flesh.
"Oh, my gosh," Trish gasped.
Ted's thick hard cock was fully into her before she quite realized what had happened. Then she stared at him in shock and disbelief. She'd been up for a little fooling around, yes, but she hadn't realized he meant to ball her. And right in front of Brock, Trish shrieked and tried to push Ted off her.
"No, no," she sobbed, "I didn't mean to go all the way."
Ted paid no attention, working his huge thick cock slowly and deeply in her exquisitely tight cunt. Wild horses couldn't have dragged him away now. His eyes rolled crazily as he enjoyed her delicious snugness, and he was oblivious to everything else around him. Trish pushed at his shoulders but he was too big, too heavy for her to throw off.
"Brock," she wailed.
Brock was right there beside her, but he didn't look at all upset. He was grinning like a fiend as he watched Ted's pale blue-veined cock working slowly in and out between the girl's plump little pink pussylips. Now Trish was completely bewildered. How could Brock just sit there and watch another guy balling his girl? Worse than that, he actually seemed to enjoy it.
"Brock, why are you letting him do this?" Trish cried.
Brock pulled her arms down and pinned them so she couldn't push at Ted's shoulders. "Take it easy, take it easy," he chanted. "It's all okay, baby. We're just having a little fun."
Trish could no longer doubt what was happening. Brock had brought her here on purpose to let his buddy ball her and to watch the whole scene. It blew her mind. She didn't know what to think except that there was something very evil and strange about Brock Spalding. This was certainly something no normal man would do.
But she had something else to think about, too. She had to admit that Ted's thick seven-inch prick felt marvelous in her horny little box. The more he fucked her, the more excited she got. In spite of herself, Trish felt her hot little cunt gushing steamy juice all around his slow-stroking prick.
"Ummmmm," she murmured, "ummmmm."
"Yeah, that's it, baby," Brock chanted soothingly. "Just let it happen. Let my buddy ball you. Get off on it."
Trish gave up the fight. There was no way she could escape two powerful men, and since Ted was already fucking her, she might as well enjoy it. She relaxed, keeping her legs wide open, letting the red-hated man probe clear to her womb with his long hard cock. His stiff cock-shaft rubbed deliciously back and forth over her horny little clit, adding to her mounting excitement.
"Oh, Christ," Ted moaned, "she's so friggin' tight, I don't think I can hold out."
"Just a little longer," Brock encouraged. "Bring her off. She's about ready."
He wasn't exaggerating. With each deep slow thrust of Ted's cock into her searing-hot little box, Trish moaned hoarsely and her blue eyes rolled back in her head. Her hot cunt-cream was overflowing her stuffed little twat, soaking Ted's swollen balls. Finally Ted gave a few short hard jerks of his cock, and the girl was coming.
"Eeeeee," Trish shrieked.
Almost instantly she felt the hot blast of Ted's come filling and overflowing her convulsing cunt. She gave herself up to the dizzying waves of pleasure that rocked her curvy little body. Ted writhed and moaned right along with her for a moment, then withdrew. He lay on the rug panting, his prick limp and dripping.
"There now, that wasn't so terrible, was it?" Brock chuckled.
Trish frowned at him. Now that her hot need was satisfied, she came back to her senses and realized what a sick scene Brock had just put her through. No, she definitely wasn't in love with him any more. She felt used and humiliated. She started to get to her feet, but Brock held her down.
"Let me go," Trish snapped. "I ought to get back to work."
"Honey, you are at work," Brock laughed. "I haven't had my turn yet."
Trish gawked, too shocked to speak. She'd resigned herself to putting out for his buddy, but she hadn't dreamed that Brock meant to fuck her, too, right there in front of Ted. Never in her wildest fantasies had she imagined balling two guys, one right after the other. It definitely wasn't right.
"Hold her," Brock cried as the angry teenager tried to struggle out of his grasp.
Ted leaped over to pin her while Brock quickly skinned out of his clothes. Trish wept and struggled, but she was no match for Ted's strength. She knew now that she'd have to take on both of them, put on a lewd show once more. The idea disgusted her, but there was no way out.
"Oh, Brock, please, don't," she sobbed.
Brock paid no attention to her distress. When he was naked, his big cock hugging his belly stiffly, he rolled her over onto her hands and knees while Ted helped hold her in place. Trish couldn't prevent him from kneeling behind her and ramming his thick meat up her come-soaked little twat. He wasn't slow and gentle like Ted. He began to ball her furiously.
"Ooooooo," Trish wailed.
It didn't hurt, but she felt humiliated and indignant. She didn't like having her body used without her permission. As far as she was concerned, Brock Spalding was a dumb shit – he could have gotten so much more out of her if he'd treated her properly, if he'd shown love and tenderness instead of selfish savagery.
But that was beside the point. She couldn't get away, and she had to kneel there and take thrust after brutal thrust from Brock's big swollen prick. She was a normal healthy girl, and she couldn't help enjoying the rough friction of his swollen meat in her tight little cunt. Again she told herself that she might as well enjoy it.
"Uhhhhh," Brock grunted, "Uhhhhh. Jesus Christ, Ted, you weren't kidding – she's really tight."
Ted was sitting right beside them, grinning wickedly as he watched Brock's thick pale meat slamming in and out of Trish's tiny wet cunt-mouth. But soon Trish didn't see him, couldn't think of anything but the rapidly mounting excitement in her gripping little box. A few more furious deep thrusts of Brock's fat rock-hard cock, and she was coming.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned.
Brock felt her tiny teenage cunt start to convulse in orgasm, and he let go, plunging deep into her and squirting her little box full of sizzling jism. The girl was still writhing and whining when he withdrew, his cock limp and empty and dripping with come.
"Get dressed," he said coolly. "I'll run you back to the club."
As they left, Brock and Ted shook hands warmly, and Ted said, "That was some fantastic evening, old buddy. Thanks."
"Glad you enjoyed it," Brock said. "We'll do it again next time you're in town."
But not with me, Trish thought angrily.
Brock was happy and grinning as they drove back to the club, but Trish said nothing, just stared out the window. Her dreams of falling in love were shattered, but where did she go from here? Could she possibly marry a man who treated her like this? She knew that after tonight's experience she could never respect Brock Spalding again.
But there was always the money, that desperately needed money. And now Trish had another motive – revenge. She really wanted to take Brock for every penny he had, not just for her mother's sake, but because he'd used and humiliated her. She didn't feel like a little girl any more. She felt like a angry woman out for vengeance.