Sue sat up on the TV couch, stretched and her big, wonderful tits splashed against her sweater.
"Mr. Madison will take you home," Mrs. Madison said. "He's in his office, just go down that hall. He's calling California on business. When he finishes, he'll drive you. Thanks again, Susan for taking the job on short notice."
"Oh, anytime, Mrs. Madison," Sue said.
Mrs. Madison went up a winding staircase.
Sue walked into a hall bathroom. She splashed water on her pretty face, dried with a towel, combed her hair out, parted it quickly in the middle, let her bangs fluff down, and tied it up into two long ponytails that fell to her shoulders. She used two red ribbons to hook them. Then she blushed her cheeks pink and added fresh pink gloss to her luscious lips.
Looking refreshed and new, she went to Mr. Madison's office. He was on the phone and nodded for her to come in. Sue took a chair in front of his huge desk.
As he talked of a stock market move with a business associate, Mr. Madison gazed at Sue sitting prettily in the chair-her sweet red uniform, inverted white pleats high on her smooth thighs, her knee socks, tennies, and her red sweater with white stripes.
Sue crossed her legs and dangled one leg over the other, wiggling her foot as she waited.
"Well, let's buy a hundred thousand shares at the market in the morning," Mr. Madison said. "That would be a little over a million dollars and will give us a good position in the company."
Sue had never heard anyone talk about a million dollars before. She was properly impressed with the handsome man who sat businesslike behind his desk, glancing at her occasionally with admiring eyes.
"Yes, I do too. I think we can ride the stock up for two to three points, then take a nice profit," Mr. Madison continued.
He finally hung up.
"Sorry, just business," he smiled.
"Golly," Sue said, "sounds like real big business, Mr. Madison."
"Well, I have an investment company and a partner in California. We like to buy stock in good companies, then sit on it until we have a nice profit. Sometimes we try to take the company over, get seats on the board."
"Gosh, that sounds really interesting," Sue said, impressed.
"What year are you in high school, Susan?" he asked.
"A senior. I'll graduate this year."
"What will you do then?"
"I'd sure like to go to college, but I don't have the money. I really don't know. I've thought about mass communications, TV and stuff."
"I see."
"That's why I'm babysitting, so I can leave home, do something with my life."
"And do what specifically?" he asked. She blushed, embarrassed to tell. "Go ahead, tell me. Perhaps I can help. But you have to tell me what you really want life to give you."
"Money!" Sue blurted.
"You want to be rich? And you have no plan?" "Well, not really, just babysitting." Mr. Madison smiled.
"You're a very beautiful young lady," he said.
"Ah, well, thanks, sir."
"In order to be rich, Susan, you must know all there is to know about money."
"Uh-huh."
"You have to study, take some courses, and the best thing is to read the Wall Street Journal every day."
"How do I get that?"
"You can buy it or subscribe, but you have to read it every day, and then learn from it, and if you come across terms and words you don't know, you must find out what they mean. If you started doing this now, at your age, you could be very rich… if you play it right."
"Just reading?"
"Reading and investing."
"But I only have like maybe five hundred dollars, sir."
He smiled again.
"Would you like to discuss a business deal with me, Susan?" Mr. Madison said.
"Money is a form of exchange, my dear. You get money for services rendered, or you invest money hoping it will grow."
"Yes, sir."
"What if I gave you some money and a good stock to invest in?"
"Ah, gosh. I mean would you?" "I could."
"Well, that'd be really neat, sir."
"Say I gave you a thousand dollars, a name of a stock, you buy it, and keep track of it, learn about the stock market and make money."
"Gee, that's great," Sue said, a tremble seeping through her at the mention of a thousand dollars.
"Would you read the paper every day, would you take some business classes?"
"Oh, yes, sure I would."
"And for my investment, what would I get, Susan?"
Silence.
"Ah, well, I dunno, I mean what could I do?" Susan said finally.
"What would you suggest?" he asked, fiddling with a pencil.
Sue thought about that thousand dollars, her dream of getting out of Bluff City-fame, fortune. She thought she knew what Mr. Madison wanted… her.., but she was frightened to come out and say it.
"Well, I could work for you and stuff, sir?" He smiled again.
She could tell he wasn't thinking about that. "Or, gee… I could, well… anything you say, Mr. Madison."
He got up, handsome and mature in his three-piece gray suit. He walked around his desk to the plush leather chair in which Sue sat.
He stood over her, reached down, took her hand. He pulled her from the chair.
Sue came into his masculine arms, easily, willingly. He kissed her pink lips tenderly. Her body pressed to his lean frame. Her big tits mashed against him. She felt the stirring, the lift of his prick against her. She pushed in tighter.
His hands roamed her back, down into her little skirt, into the pleats. He fanned his hands out and felt the beautiful curve of her dream teen ass.
They finally broke the kiss, both trembling. Mr. Madison went back to his desk, took a checkbook, scribbled off a check and handed it to Sue. She looked at it. One thousand dollars.
"You take this in the morning call a broker, a stockbroker, and buy five hundred shares of Theta Nuclear. It's selling at two dollars a share. You hold it until I tell you to call."
Then he took her to him again, lifted her cheerleading skirt, pulled the pleats high. His hand slipped between her legs. He rubbed her cunt.
"Ooooh, that feels so nice," he whispered.
His hand slid lovingly in and out. Sue creamed in her bloomers. The thick pussy juice seeped through the black nylon, oozing onto Mr. Madison's fingers.
"You can put your hand in my panties if you wanna, sir," Sue whispered.
"Oh, yes, indeed," he said, then dipped deep into Sue's pants, his fingers weaving through the thick carpet of rich, brown cunny curls.
Her skirt was high. He held it up with one hand, while his other hand explored the deep warmth of her panties. He slicked a finger into her lovely cunny-now slick, juicy, creamy.
His cock pushed out a spike in his tight gray slacks.
"And you can unzip my pants and put your hand in if you like, too," he whispered hotly.
Sue unzipped his fly, reached in and found his hard prick. She pulled it out.
"Ah, ooof!" she gulped.
His cock was incredibly handsome, like the man himself-special. The stalk was hard, very smooth. The big throbbing prick looked like a long, beautifully caned piece of ivory with a big red head.
Sue couldn't believe the length, the hardness. She looked down at the lovely cock. Then she grasped it in her hand.
"Oooh," she sighed, amazed at how hard, how smooth his prick was.
His cock throbbed in her hand, a full eleven inches of big prick.
His finger fucked in and out of her pussy. His other hand was under her skirt in the back, lifting it, feeling her ass.
They were both red hot.
"Why don't you take your skirt off for me?" he suggested.
"Sure, okay," Sue said, stepping back as his hand slipped out of her panties.
She unzipped the little zipper in back and the red skirt flew to the floor. Mr. Madison took his slacks and shorts down. He took off his suit coat and the rest of his clothes.
Sue admired his lean, wiry nakedness, his fantastic prick.
The shaft, the rod-like, marble-like cock looked like it had been hand made out of magnificent ivory.
Sue stood in her panties, her sweater, knee socks and tennies.
He was completely nude.
He dipped to his knees and tugged her panties down, then kissed her cunt very softly, muffing his lips against the slit, licking very lightly on the curly carpet.
He took her panties down. Sue instinctively pulled her sweater off. Her black bra overflowed with her beautiful tits. Mr. Madison kissed and kissed on her cunt-little sweet, love smooches.
"Ohhhhh, sir!" Sue finally murmured.
Smack! Smooch! Slurp!
Sue had never felt anything so divine. Mr. Madison knew what he was doing. He was tender, loving, his lips licking, puckering, his tongue like a little dart as it speared up and down Sue's slick, slick silt.
Tiny kisses, just the tip of the tongue. And when he twiddled her clit, Sue came gloriously. She pushed down on his shoulders, humped over, thrust her hips out, bumped her pussy into his good-licking mouth, and let the sweet simmer of satisfaction sing through her like a symphony.
Mr. Madison knew she was cumming. He clutched her asscheeks, muffled in, opened his mouth and sucked voraciously as his tongue swiveled and swirled on Sue's clit.
"Oh, oooo, eeeck, ah." Sue mumbled. It was so good for her. She wanted her climax to continue forever.
"Ah, ahhh," she panted, her little moans coming in puffing gulps.
She shook, shuddered, tingled, then finally relaxed as the feeling subsided.
Mr. Madison stood up. He smiled his brilliant smile.
"Now, you suck me," he said.