Natalie Elizabeth Herrington had it all. She was the only child of the well-to-do Herrington family. Her father was an attorney and got rich with one big class action case. His reputation grew as he continued to win and now his name alone scares companies into settling rather than risking a trial.
The family’s wealth meant Natalie was spoiled, especially since she was an only child. She attended the elite Millcreek Academy Prep School in high school where she made all A’s and then enrolled at Vanderbilt University or as her father called it, “the Harvard of the South.”
Natalie continued to make perfect grades which made her parents happy and they showered her with gifts. She would go shopping with her mom every three or four months and get a brand new wardrobe for the next season whether it be the fall, the spring or the summer. She also had a new convertible BMW and more jewelry than she knew what to do with.
She had it all, her parents made sure of that. Her parents were also very involved in Natalie’s social life. She never dated anyone unless he was pre-approved by her ruthless father. All the male college students were too scared to ask her out unless they were first approached by one of her parents and asked to date their daughter. She always had a steady boyfriend in college and he was always a law student or a med student. Her parents wanted her to have only the best.
Natalie, however, was tired of the same boring country club types and wanted something more in her love life. She wanted romance and excitement. She did not know what to do and had no real friends to ask for advice. Being the “rich spoiled girl” meant the other women at Vanderbilt, even her sorority sisters, were so jealous of her they practically hated her.
Natalie lay in bed thinking about her problem and what to do. She had been studying, but found it hard to concentrate on her studies as her mind continued to leap to her problem.
Of course, Natalie could date anyone she wanted if her parents would just leave her alone. She stretched her tanned slender body across the bed as her fingers twirled her dark brown hair into a tight curl as she thought. She was wearing a pair of silk boxer pajamas with a spaghetti string top. Her long slender legs stretched out from the boxers and her calves slowly flexed as she looked down at her pedicure and polished toe nails while turning her ankle in a slow circle. She stretched her arms up above her head causing her perfectly shaped breasts to jiggle slightly as she quickly brought her hands down to her side and let out a deep breath.
Her newest boyfriend was out of town for the weekend. It didn’t matter though, he was too scared of her father to try anything with her. It took him three dates just to kiss her and even then it was just a peck on the cheek. She was sexually frustrated at the young age of 22.
She had overheard her sorority sisters talk about their wild nights out and the wonderful sex they enjoyed with their boyfriends. Natalie wanted to experience the touches, kisses and deep penetrations that caused her “sisters’” faces to glow when they talked of their experiences. The only problem was the girl who had everything was considered “too perfect” or “too prudish” to enjoy the company of a man. It didn’t hurt that her father struck fear into the heart of every man, especially law students, who hoped to one day become his peer.
What Natalie wanted was what her parents would call being slutty and trashy, but she wanted it. She began to slowly caress her breasts through her thin silk top as she daydreamed about being with a man, a real man, a blue-collar stud. Her breasts felt wonderful as she she rubbed them and she pinched her now hard nipples through the silk with one hand while the other eased slowly down her body and into her boxers. She closed her eyes and smiled as a soft moan escaped her mouth when her fingers found her wetness. She continued to touch herself for a few minutes and then stopped - suddenly.
She sat up on the bed and looked into the mirror across the room, “I will get what I want” she said outloud to herself. She watched her lips move as the words trickled out of her mouth. Natalie was inspired and horny. She would get what she wanted, she knew it now, she was determined.
Natalie quickly stopped touching herself and rushed to the closet looking for something “slutty” to wear. She hit a road block in her closet. All of her designer clothes were too much for the adventure she had in mind. She decided in a flash to look in her roommate’s closet.
Natalie found what she was looking for in a tight, black mini skirt that hugged her young, tone ass. She searched for a top until she decided to wear a simple white, V-neck T-shirt. She slipped on the shirt without a bra and looked at herself in the mirror. She walked towards the mirror watching her full, melon-sized breasts as they bounced slightly with each step. It was the look she was searching for and she knew it.
Natalie was full of energy now as the adrenaline rushed through her veins. She put on make-up next, too much really but it gave her the slutty look she wanted. She grabbed her keys and headed for her car. A few of her “sisters” were in the hallway and they stopped chatting and stared in silence as she walked by shocked by her appearance. She made it to her BMW and hopped in. She put the top down on the convertible and sped towards downtown still feeling a rush of excitement as her mind imagined what she would end up doing tonight.
The trendy hot spots were out of the question because Natalie knew she would see too many people she knew or who knew her family. She angled her shiny Beamer down a side street and quickly found a honky tonk with a cheap sign out front that advertised nickel beer and live music. She drove down the street a block and parked. Natalie was nervous now and her anxiety caused her to look over her shoulder more than once. She was a little concerned about her safety, but the rush of being “wild” and “naughty” gave her enough courage to chase her dream.
A short line had formed in front of the honky tonk as a few drunk rednecks waited to get inside. The bouncer saw Natalie and waved her in without checking her ID or bothering her for the $5 cover charge. She looked old enough and he knew she was hot enough to attract a few repeat customers, hoping to get another glimpse of her, even if she never returned.
Natalie looked over her shoulder and flashed a shy, yet seductive, smile at the bouncer and the rednecks in line as her long legs carried her firm ass into the club under the nice-fitting mini skirt.
Once inside the club, Natalie scanned the place quickly. It wasn’t much. It had a long bar on the right hand side of the club with a dance floor tucked away in the back in front of a small stage. Three pool tables were off to the left and the hustlers took a brief break from their game of 8 ball to watch her as she took a seat in one of the high bar stools at the bar. They did not go back to their game until she had sat down and crossed her long legs revealing a few more hot inches of flesh.
Natalie usually drank Cape Cods and martinis, but ordered a beer from the 40-something-year-old female bartender. This was not the place to be a stuck-up country club snob and drink mixed drinks. The beer arrived and after one sip Natalie was greeted by a young man wearing blue jeans and a polo shirt. His thick biceps and muscular chest strained against the shirt’s cotton fabric. The shirt looked too small for his body, but Natalie liked the way it showed off his muscles. He asked her for a dance as a country music band began to play.
Natalie smiled and took another sip of her beer. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this and wanted to get a few more beers in her before dancing, but she did not want to turn down the package of muscles standing before her. She smiled as she nodded yes. He took her hand and introduced himself as Michael and led her to the dance floor where a small group was already line dancing. Natalie introduced herself and was instantly glad she had not turned Michael down when she saw his firm ass cheeks in his tight blue jeans. His cheeks flexed with each step as she followed him out onto the dance floor.
They joined the group and began to line dance. Well, Natalie tried to line dance but she really had no idea what she was doing. She had ever danced like this before. Luckily, the band played a slow song next and Natalie found herself in Michael’s strong arms. He smelled of soap and the fields he no doubt worked in. She was surprised at how much the smell of plain soap turned her on. It was different from any cologne she had ever smelled. It was simple and fresh -- she liked it.
The song came to an end with Natalie’s body pressed up against Michael’s hard chest with his arms wrapped around her. His hands held her firmly on her lower back just above the waistline of her mini skirt. Michael thanked her for the dance as he escorted her back to the bar.
“Now, how about a shot?” Michael asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Natalie said. “I’ve never done a shot before. What the Hell. I’ll do one, but please nothing too strong and make sure it tastes good.”
Michael let out a small chuckle and a smile spread across his face. Natalie loved his smile. He had very white teeth and they stood out against the complexion of his tanned face. She noticed for the first time how tanned he was and figured it was from spending several hours of each day working at a farm somewhere near Nashville.
Michael handed her a small, plastic test tube filled with a red liquid that looked like fruit punch.
