Country girls lost in a big city could end up anywhere, from the cover of a magazine to a gutter downtown. Drawn to know more outside the pokey town of Middleton, Melissa worked for days on her feet as a waitress, desperate to leave against her parents' advice. Her dreams were vague, her aspirations spanning ideas of being a model or an actress. She could carry a tune but most doubted she'd ever be a singer. She only wanted something else. Something grander.
There was one secret talent somehow nobody had discovered. Melissa amused herself with a couple of guys passing through town on their way to the coast, cheekily engaging in late-night antics with them after they stopped in at her diner. Soused by shots at the local bar, she later led the pair down to the river, to a dark spot with a small beach where they could continue the party. She wound up in the water with them, their cocks bobbing in the water as she knelt to tease them both with her mouth. Soon enough, she had her legs wrapped around one of them, smoothly sliding herself along his length while the other moved deep inside her ample peach of an ass.
They gave her their names, Jake and Aaron, casually adding they might stop in and visit on their way home. Though she never saw them again, Melissa relished the night when she was alone and riddled with boredom.
Inspired by their enthusiastic appreciation, Melissa wondered if anyone would be willing to pay her for these indecencies. A life being pampered by some rich guy was a flighty dream, but still possible for a buxom blonde with a demure smile.
Full of excitement on her arrival, Melissa soon found herself facing her first hurdle. The apartment she'd called ahead about was sneaked out from under her, another tenant managing to pay the deposit before Melissa could.
While she was crying over a cup of black coffee in a nearby diner, two guys took pity and approached her.
'What's the matter, sweetie?' one of the guys asked. He had a pretty face and a tight white shirt hugging his pecs.
'I think I've made a mistake coming here. The apartment I wanted to rent isn't available now and I don't know if I can afford anywhere else.'
They slipped into the booth in front of her, the first boy smiling. 'I'm Chris, this is Zane.'
The three of them got to talking over coffee, and when the conversation was over, Melissa found herself moving into Zane's loft with him and Chris. They'd been looking for someone to rent the spare room out to, and Melissa was just able to cover her share of the rent and utilities.
Tolerating another waitressing job for the short term, Melissa was soon sick of her aching feet and meagre tips. Zane pointed her in the direction of a temp agency, and after a week she was sitting in the office of Brent Carver, manager of Trenton Publishing. He perused her résumé, seeing there was no real experience on there outside of some high school level computer courses, and Melissa was already curious if she was going to have to use her unlisted talents.
'Well, Melissa, I only need someone to do a month or so of filing. I can't promise much beyond that. You seem like a hardworking girl, so we'll see how you do for now.' His quick glance at her bust deciphered what he really meant by "hardworking".
At first, Melissa was mostly bored but glad she wasn't run being ragged at a greasy spoon diner. With a little extra cash, she was able to go out to raves with Zane and Chris, taking pills and dancing, finally feeling free for once in her life. Experiments led to her making out with random girls and spending her weekends hanging at the loft with the people they picked up from the clubs.
A seemingly sophisticated girl named Roxanne spent one night in Melissa's room, their kissing starting at some club downtown and continuing in the early hours the following morning. Melissa relinquished herself to Roxanne's attention, enthralled by the feel of Roxanne's smooth tongue on her pussy. She learnt what she could about pleasing Roxanne, using her fingers and mouth to rile her up into heavy gasping she barely kept quiet. Melissa's appetites broadened with these discoveries, the feel of another girl's breasts exciting her more. Her secret fantasies were coming true finally, and she wanted to gain all the knowledge she could while it was on offer.
Melissa was happy at last. Still, she worried if she'd have a job at the end of the month.
As her contract was ending, Brent began his strange courtship. There were the subtle glances she was keenly aware of, then he was making inappropriate comments when it was clear he could get away with it. She knew she'd have to step up to it if she wanted to keep her job.
She was at the copier one Friday afternoon when most of the staff had gone early for drinks. Brent found her, closing the door on her.
He was a stocky man, not entirely her type, though his hair was reasonably thick and dark. His meaty hands were visible, his dark blue suit and pale green tie clearly expensive.
'Melissa, I was hoping we could talk.'
'Yes, Mr Carver?' she said casually, not looking up from the copier.
'I've heard good things about you helping out other staff. You're a very lovely girl.'
Staying still, she waited for him to approach, letting him play out his little fantasy how he wanted.
'I was wondering if you needed some overtime this weekend.'
Melissa flicked her hair back, turning to him. 'What do you need me to do?'
Brent seemed to be surprised she wasn't cowering or trying to escape.
'It's a personal assignment, perhaps you'd like to discuss it with me over dinner tonight. At my house.'
'Now, if I agree to this assignment, I'm assuming I'll be keeping my position here for some time?'
'If you prove yourself a hard worker, we can certainly look into keeping you on.'
'I am a hard worker.' She knew she didn't sound like the sweet little ingenue with the cheery voice most people took her for, always smiling when it suited her the least.
Brent inched on her, causing her to press up against the copier.
'I must say, Melissa, you're more confident than I thought.'
'I've been called quietly confident, Mr Carver.'
'Call me Brent, Melissa. I don't answer much to Mr Anything.'
Her confidence appeared to turn him on more and he finally moved up against her. She took control, since it made the situation easier for her, and put her palm over the bulge in his pants. He kissed her roughly, pressing his hands on her breasts as he breathed hard through his nose. In seconds, he had her spun around, quickly undoing his belt. She always wore a skirt, and she managed to get her panties down far enough. He teased her a little before he fucked her, putting his hand over her mouth to muffle her. His cock was alarmingly thick and hard, the force of it shocking her. Her hands were firmly placed on the top of the copier. As he pounded her, he snarled in her ear about all the things he wanted to do to her, detailing how he'd tie her up by the wrists and ankles and ravish her until she screamed. He knew she was nowhere near as innocent as she wanted everyone to believe.
He managed to make her come right before he did. While he casually sorted himself out, he told her he would leave a note at reception with his details and he expected her there at eight sharp. Melissa said nothing as she quickly pulled up her panties before he could open the door. She wiped the sweat from her brow and finished her work, his spunk welling in her panties.
There was enough time for her to go shopping for a decent dress and shoes. Back at the loft, she got ready to leave, checking how far she had to go to get to Brent's house. She would have to hop two buses or pay over fifty dollars for a taxi. Zane caught her as she was putting on her coat.
'Wow, you got a hot date?' he asked her. 'You look ravishing.'
'It's kind of a date. Just securing business ties.' Melissa was disturbed by how devious she sounded, and Zane noticed, too.
'Anyone would think you'd taken up walking the streets.'
