Chapter 2: Angel Gets a Raise

On Monday morning, Angel stood with some of her friends at her bus stop as Chris slowly drove by in his beautiful dark-blue Vette. She wondered if he would look at her or maybe even venture a wave, but he drove away as soon as the traffic cleared without a glance in her direction. The exhaust pipes on his Corvette emitted a muted rumble as he disappeared down the street, leaving all the kids, especially Ang, speechless. She wanted to tell some of her friends what had happened two days earlier. Not the naughty parts, just that she had helped him clean that beautiful blue car. She decided not to, figuring they wouldn’t believe her anyway.

Two weeks later, on another gorgeous September Saturday morning, Angel got on her bike and rode back to Chris’s house. His garage was closed, and she wasn’t sure if he was home, but as her Uncle Jim used to say, “nothing ventured, nothing gained.” She parked her bike, rang the doorbell, and waited. She was about to ring again when the door opened, and there he was, looking just as hot as she remembered.

“Well, hello, Angel. Run out of money already?” Chris asked.

She smiled. Just seeing him made her heart beat faster. “Not really. I’m starting a college fund now, and I’m collecting for that today.”

He laughed. “College fund? Not sure you’re college material, sweetie, but,” he hesitated, as if trying to make up his mind, “come on in. I’m still a big supporter of education.”

He led her into his living room and sat down in his recliner while Ang made herself comfortable on the big sofa. It felt even better than she had thought it might. I could get used to living like this, she thought.

Chris smiled and stared at her for a moment, but said nothing. Then he started talking to her like nothing weird was happening between them. He asked how school was going, what her parents did for a living, if she had any pets, and on and on, until Ang realized that he was lonely and just wanted someone to talk to.

That continued until Chris seemed to run out of small talk. He just sat there, staring at her again, until his silence made her nervous. What was he picturing in his imagination? Did he regret what had happened before? And worst of all, she might not earn another ‘donation’ from him. Ang was beginning to think that coming back was a mistake.

Finally, he said, “God, your eyes are beautiful. I don’t think I noticed that last time. Is your name really Angel? It almost seems too perfect for such an exquisite creature. You’ll be a real heartbreaker once the boys get over their shyness and start noticing you.”

“Oh, I get noticed,” she said, “just like your car does.”

He smiled. “You like Connie, don’t you?”

“Someday I want to have one like her,” Ang said, sighing.

“That takes a lot of money, sweetheart. Maybe you should work on a car fund instead of college. So, you want to start working on that today?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you haven’t told anybody about what we did? Not even your best friend?”

“No,” she said, “especially not Sheila. She’s a motor mouth.”

“I’m glad you came back. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. You did a good job last time for a rookie. Are you ready for a more advanced course?”

“That’s why I’m here,” Angel said, growing impatient.

“And I guess, like most employees, you’d like a raise.”

She hadn’t considered herself an employee, but it was better than other words he could have picked. “Only if you think I’m worth it,” she told him.

He went silent again for a bit, then said, “Well, how does sixty dollars this time sound?”

“It sounds great,” Ang said, trying not to let the eagerness show in her voice.

“Of course,” he said, “I’ll be expecting more from you this time.”

“More? Like what?”

“Well, this time, kiddo, you’ll be naked, and I want to touch you.”

“Touch me?” she asked. “Where?”

“Don’t play dumb, Angel. You know. Anywhere I want. Don’t panic. I’m not gonna stick my fingers inside you. I just want to feel that ripe, young body of yours.”

Sixty bucks to feel her up? That sounded good to Ang. She grinned and said, “Okay, touching is good.”

“All right, sweetie,” Chris said, “let’s go to my bedroom and get comfortable.”

She followed him down the hall. They passed a few rooms with closed doors, and she couldn’t help wondering what was behind them. It seemed like a big house for one person. When they got to his bedroom, she quickly looked around and saw nothing that changed her impression that he was a bachelor and lived alone.

It wasn’t as messy as she expected, then she recalled the loving attention he had shown toward his car and how clean his garage was, and knew it was just the kind of guy he was - neat and organized. The few decorations on the walls were all masculine: a couple of wildlife scenes, a Playboy calendar, and a poster of a blue car that could have been the one sitting in his garage. He had a huge bed, which seemed odd to Ang, but she figured, like the car, if he could afford to go big, why not?

Chris sat on the bed and said, “Well, unless you’re a magician, those clothes aren’t going to take themselves off.”

Angel pulled her t-shirt over her head, then pushed her shorts down to the floor and stepped out of them. That left her with a sports bra and white cotton panties. She hesitated, suddenly shy about being naked in front of him.

“Come on, sweetheart, you know what the deal is,” Chris barked.

It was the closest she had seen him come to being angry, which scared her a little. She had been close to his front door when they had been in his living room, but this was different. Now, she felt more trapped. She took a deep breath to calm herself, then quickly stripped off the rest of her clothing. She had never been naked in front of a man before. Even the family doctor she went to had never asked her to take everything off.

“Nice bod, Ang,” he said, his voice calmer now. “Cute breasts for your age, good size and shape. Nice pink nips, and I like how big your areolas are. Do you know what that word means?”

She nodded. She had always been a little embarrassed by how large the areas around her nipples were compared with the rest of her boob, but now she was glad she had that feature. It must be a good thing if it made an adult smile. “And that’s a nice blond bush you’ve got sprouting. You’re very mature for fourteen.”

“Uh, thanks,” she muttered. She was never sure how to react when someone complimented her for something she wasn’t responsible for.

“So, don’t be shy now. Come closer, or did you forget that touching is part of our deal?”

She stepped toward him until her knees almost touched his. He reached out and cupped one tangerine-sized breast in his hand. She braced herself, unsure if he would squeeze it or rub it, but all he did was hold his warm palm against her tender skin. It felt great, and before she knew it, her pink nip grew harder, poking into Chris’s palm.

“Nice response,” he told her. “Bet it wouldn’t take much to get your pussy damp either.” He ran his other hand down past her flat belly, through her sparse pubic patch, and let it rest gently against her mound.

She tensed up, not sure if he were going to try to penetrate her even though he had said he wouldn’t do that. Instead, he seemed content to pet that delicate part of her body like she was a frightened kitten, which wasn’t far from the truth.

“Turn around,” Chris told her, “let me check out your booty.”