Chapter 1

"Just take your time, my dear, and try to pretend I'm not even in the room with you," George Blackwell instructed the stunningly beautiful redhead with a slight chuckle. "I'll simply be working in here for awhile."

"Yes sir," Nadalee Parker replied in a soft, shy voice, nodding sweetly as she bent down to dust a bookshelf a few feet away from where her new employer sat behind a huge mahogany desk, his intelligent but somehow disturbing gaze seeming to bore straight through the sheerness of her white maid's uniform. She felt a cold shiver run through her, as though his eyes were stripping her bare, and the very fact of his assurance that she should pay no attention to him because he was "working," made her feel all the more uncomfortable in his presence. For he was not working at all but only sitting there, almost leering at her, glancing up and down the length of her body with a strange sort of approving smile on his stern-featured face. Her hand trembled inadvertently as she swiped along the tops of the books with the feather-duster and she suddenly found herself unable to concentrate on what she was doing from one moment to the next.

Jesus, what an innocent, juicy young bitch! George thought to himself as he ogled his new maid's lush, girlish figure. She was almost like a toy, a sexy little eighteen-year-old toy, with long copper-red hair and big fluttery emerald-green eyes. And man, he was glad now that he had allowed his wife, Dolores, to talk him into buying Nadalee the "uniform" she was wearing. It was a lacy blouse and a kind of little-girl pinafore with a tucked-in waist and a short skirt that accentuated every inch of the lovely girl's body, from the deep cleavage showing between her large, firm, white breasts to the taper of her slender waist and the rounded outward curve of her luscious hips that sloped to her long full- swelling thighs and, lower, to her well-formed calves and ankles... Hell, yes, she was absolutely mouth-watering to look at! He could hardly wait to get his hands and mouth on those ripe young curves and bring her to a pitch of passion that would make her beg for what he could certainly give her when she was ready. But she had to be ready, he reminded himself, or his ambitious plans for her in the future might never be fully realized. Still, though, he decided, it could not hurt anything now to relish her choiceness from a distance. He involuntarily drew in his breath at the sight of her sweet chasteness. There was no denying that there was something especially vulnerable about Nadalee, in that almost naked expression on her face that made her look as if she required protection from everything around her and that she was the kind of girl around whom men automatically watched their language and probably usually felt guilty about even desiring. After all, she looked so pure, so thoroughly innocent, so untouched by the tough sophistication of big city life and the fast types of people that he and Dolores had left behind them in San Francisco. But there was something more too, something deeper and excitingly sensual, an innate sexuality in her that seemed to be just begging to be exploited to the fullest. Well, by Christ, he was just the man to do it, he gloated inwardly, thinking with pride of himself as one of those rare, rare exceptions-a man whose own perversity and lust were points of genuine honor in his mind.

"Do you like it here, Nadalee?" George asked bluntly, surprising the girl with the sudden sound of his voice.

"Oh yes-yes, I like it very much," the redhead answered quickly, avoiding his eyes as she struggled to control herself and not betray her discomfort around him.

"Do you like me, Nadalee?" he interrogated, grinning pointedly as he continued to feast his eyes on her voluptuous young body like some sort of monarch about to enjoy a ritual sacrifice. He could not get over her youthful smoothness, how unused and unmarked she appeared to be, even though he knew that she was married to Newton, whom he had hired along with her as chauffeur and handyman, a young man who was only two years older than she.

"You didn't answer my question, dear. I asked if you like me," George repeated after a moment.

"Y-yes... I-I like you, sir," Nadalee stammered, blushing a little as she continued to work without daring to look up at the big man sitting behind the desk.

"But what exactly do you like about me?" he taunted, enjoying her embarrassment and how she unconsciously dusted again a surface of the bookshelf that she had just finished a moment before. "Do you like me the same way you like your husband?"

"I... I don't know what you mean, Mr. Blackwell," the lovely green-eyed girl quailed as she turned to briefly glimpse his face for some sign, some clue to his meaning, and saw the slight smirk on his face as his eyes blatantly traced the contour of her throat to the tantalizing valley of cleavage between her full breasts suspending below her bent form under the gauzy veneer of the lacy white blouse. She hardly dared to breathe and anxiously wondered why he was putting her in such an awkward position by asking a question that she obviously did not know how to answer. She knew that her face was a beet-red color and the knowledge only served to fluster her more.

"Now come on, my dear, it's a simple question," he chuckled hoarsely as he watched her full, rounded buttocks poke high in the air when she bent lower to flick the feather-duster over the books on a lower shelf. "I'm certain that a bright girl like you knows what I mean... Do you like me as a man in the same way that you like your husband? I'm merely curious, that's all, so you mustn't try to avoid answering for some silly reason that has nothing to do with the truth."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," she blurted, unable to decide on what he wanted her to say. Of course she did not have the same feelings toward him as she had for Newton, her own husband! But maybe the stern-faced man meant something else...

"That's okay, honey," George said, faking a patronizing tone of voice to further intimidate her. "Just forget it. I guess it's not all that important anyway."

"But Mr. Blackwell, I'm sorry," she said meekly, an apologetic frown on her face as she straightened up to look at him and a feeling of girlish confusion mounted in her. "It's only that I don't know what you want me to say."

"Please, forget it," George rasped, wiping his palm across his forehead in mock disgust.

"But really, I'm sorry," Nadalee whimpered, afraid that she had actually offended her employer. She wondered now if she had been wrong to suspect him for what might after all have been just an attempt on his part to make harmless conversation. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Mr. Blackwell, but I just don't understand you."

"I said forget it," he snapped, his tone causing her to wheel away from him as though she had been cuffed for stupidity. He sat watching her apply herself to cleaning the room with renewed fervor, grinning to himself as he reveled in the power he felt after making the little bitch squirm. Damn, he thought, he had fucked a lot of women, many of them young, but never had he even come close to screwing anything as luscious and naive as the girl before him. The picture of her lying on her back with her innocent young legs spread wide and just the thought of helpless mewling grunts of pleasure coming from those tender lips goaded his prick into rock-hardness. He could feel the blood throbbing painfully into its large expanded head and the tiny droplets of slippery clear seminal fluid, that already had begun to seep from the sensitive contracting gland at its tip, smearing wetly against his beefy hairy thigh. Then, silently, surreptitiously, he opened the fly of his expensive woolen trousers to ease the pain a little. Then, with the massive desk shielding him from detection, he slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the wet jerking cock-head as he leered salaciously over at the beautifully built young redhead who was still working away in deep concentration on the long bookshelf. He could not help but smile contemptuously as he noticed how determinedly she was evading any direct eye contact with him, holding herself back from him as if she really knew what a fiend he was when his own greedy enthusiasm for obscene sexual situations took over his brain and body.

Well, never mind, he thought to himself, this big prick he now held in his hands was the great equalizer, the piece of equipment that would teach her the facts of life, and he would see that she prayed to it like an idol of pleasure before very long. But shit, he could barely contain himself from jumping up now and throwing her down to the floor to ram it up deep between her soft silky white thighs. Probably the time would be right tomorrow, or the next day at the latest, but soon, soon, no matter what.

Being careful not to attract her attention, he slyly opened the last button at the top of his fly and peeled open the flaps of his trouser front to fully release his hard thick penis. It stood out in proud menacing erection under the desk-top as he savored the thought of the obscenities to come, dwelling particularly on what a delectable sight it would be to see his stiff cock throbbing out its load into Nadalee Parker's sweet innocent face and down over her soft pale breasts as she knelt down in front of him. He lewdly pictured his sperm dribbling down over her chin to the hollow of her slender throat and forming warm sticky pools between those lush firm breasts of hers. It was driving him half crazy and again he considered going through with it then and there as he stroked himself to a rigidity that threatened to erupt into a streaming flow of thick white cum at any moment... But no, not yet, he chided himself; not until everything was perfectly arranged according to plan. He knew that he would hate himself if he allowed his impatience of the moment to spoil all the juicy fun in store in the near future for everyone in the household.

"Mr. Blackwell, there's a call for you on the telephone downstairs," a tall, completely bald man of about thirty announced suddenly at the open doorway to the study. The unexpected sound of the gruff male voice caused George to jump slightly in his chair, swearing as he glowered with loathing at the unwelcome intruder. It was Braun, his and Dolores' personal manservant for the past five years, a brutish half-wit who was well-trained and obedient but too stupid to observe certain formalities.

"You goddamned fucking idiot, I've told you over and over to knock before you enter a room!" George barked savagely at Braun. The husky sweating man of forty-five lifted one hand from his lap beneath the desk-top to smooth back his silver-grey convict-short hair and then reached down again to button his trouser fly before rising to his feet.

Nadalee twisted quickly around from the bookshelf with a look of open-mouthed amazement on her pretty face at the sound of the ugly vile words that George Blackwell had used so cruelly to reprimand the dull-minded servant who stood there unfazed and uncomprehending in the doorway. She had never heard a man speak that way in front of a woman before and she was visibly shaken. But that shock was mild compared to the one she felt when George finally rose and she saw the jutting hardness of his penis straining against the semen-soaked fabric at the front of his trousers. She almost fainted, her body sagging back against the wall for support, her knees feeling as light as balloons as she gazed helplessly at the lewd, disgusting spectacle of the older man's shameless lust. Any other time she would have run away as fast as possible to escape from such an indecent, vulgar exhibition of evil carnality as this but now she was paralyzed, her feet rooted to the floor, and she could not bring herself to take her eyes from his bulging maleness. It was as though she had been spellbound, was charmed into motionlessness, and not even her own innermost horror could break the trance of wicked fascination that held her sight locked inexorably on the tent-like protrusion in his trouser crotch. It was insane, hideously sinful, something that she had never done before in her short sheltered life.

There was a glint of pleased amusement in George's dark inquiring eyes when he saw the stunned expression on Nadalee's exquisite face. By God, look at her, the impressively big man smirked to himself as he strode heavily toward Braun who was still waiting silently at the entranceway. Goddamned if the sensuous- looking young maid did not seem to be more than just a little interested in her new employer's aching hard-on! Shit, maybe he should just stick around and forget all about his carefully worked out plans for the girl in the near future... Maybe his scheming was actually unnecessary... Maybe he should try to have a go at the tasty little cock-tease right now.