Chapter 2

Pearl had started to help Mister Reed with the aches and pains that the boys on the football team suffered after every game and sometimes even after practice. He continued to pay her for her Saturday night flesh peddling to their mutual benefit and she did the massage sessions for the boys as a volunteer rather than as a paid employee because the school district had a very tight budget these days in the entire sports program.

Her latest foster home pretty much left her to her own devices if she didn’t pester them for any expenses and stayed out of their hair after dinner.

She was pushing twenty now, although her records showed her as turning eighteen the following month.

Mister Reed let her sleep in his downstairs study and only bothered her on Saturday night when he paid for his pleasure using her teenaged body to ease his loneliness.

Pearl never spent any of that “dirty” money because she knew that would make her a whore. She had too much self-pride for that designation and considered her Saturday night duties to complete her sexual training and keep her dignity as a woman.

She never gave any of the football players a “happy ending” in the massage sessions because she knew they would probably blab to their friends and eventually their parents and she would be kicked out of the sports program for being a bad influence.

Pearl enjoyed massaging the young boys on the football team and they far preferred her soft young innocent hands on their muscles than the experienced older man that usually did those chores with skilled but ancient hands that were all business and no lingering in dangerous places on the brink of disaster.

She didn’t mind the boys touching her inappropriately now and then because after all she was a teenaged girl, and such things were as natural to her as apple pie or wearing lipstick on a hot date.

Mister Reed was more than happy with her spreading her legs for him to get his rocks off on Saturday nights and he never pestered her at any other time for sex or special treatment of any kind.

The school vice principal who oversaw the sports program thought it strange to have a female in the boy’s locker room with almost three dozen half naked young lads with sex on their minds before, during and after the game and uppermost on their youthful minds in almost every waking moment. His name was Mister Collins and he lived with his mother in a huge mansion on top of the high class section of town that was home to the upper crust. He was almost thirty years old now and his mother was the president of the school board. She was responsible for his success in Academia, and she never let him forget he owed her his gratitude for guiding his career in the school system. Mister Collins seldom entered conversation with anybody without referring to his mother and her devotion to doing good deeds for perfect strangers to show that she was involved with the “lower classes” and ready to shoulder the burden of responsibility in guiding their futures.

Her main protegees were ever ready to sing her praises including her son at the head of the pack.

Of course, she expected her male admirers to show their devotion by tending to her physical needs since she had been a widow these past ten years and needed constant attention in watering her secret garden. Her son Mister Collins was on her list and she used him quite often with his complete submission to her determined will and lusty spirit.

The vice principal called Pearl into his office and he liked what he saw. She resembled a boy from the back and that is what inspired him to ask her to bend over his desk so he could explore her anal passageway for cleanliness and proper care. Pearl thought it a bit strange but complied because she knew he was her mentor’s boss and he seemed so profoundly serious with his hands all over her bottom like he was looking for the Lost Fountain of Youth in the history books of yesteryear. He sprinkled his spunk on her slit and her crack without entering her passionate paradise of wonderful wet world of seductive glory.

It was so much better than humping his middle-aged mother that he decided she would come to his office each Friday to give him repeat performances. Pearl allowed this to continue because she knew the man was truly kinky and had some fetishes on his mind that she was interested in exploring just to be well informed about such deviances in the modern world.

Pearl never told her mentor, Mister Reed about the requirements and she thought it best that he not be included in her arrangement with the vice principal because it insured the safety of his future employment in the school system.

The quarterback of the team was a slim boy called Tyrone with narrow hips and a rifle of an arm that could throw the football further than any other boy in the high school. He came from a dysfunctional family that had a father in State prison, a mother that sold her pussy in a bad part of town and two sisters that had filthy mouths on them, always talking about sex but never delivering to their male friends because the fact were they both liked girls a whole lot more than boys if the truth be known.

In her own way, Pearl was attracted to Tyrone because he had a rather small dick. She loved looking at it in its natural state on top of the massage table with him on his back and his eyes shut nice and tight. He couldn’t see her busy hands working all around it, but never actually touching it, because that would be inappropriate for a true professional.