Chapter 14

Uncle John arrived home an hour earlier than usual, catching Amy coming out of the shower. It was the fourth shower of the day for her and she still felt dirty inside and out. She quickly slipped on a green silk kimono and apologized for not being ready for him.

"Not a problem, sweetheart," John said and from behind his back he produced a bouquet of flowers and handed them to her, saying, "beautiful things for beautiful people."

With downcast eyes, she accepted the flowers and gave him a peck on the cheek, then walked over to the kitchen sink and lay the flowers down, turned back and sat down on the couch and waited for him to join her.

Knowing that something was wrong, John assumed that he was the culprit and became very apologetic.

Amy quickly interrupted him, blurting out, "I couldn't help it, John! They told me to go into the next room; and when I did this... this awful man made me..." Unable to complete her sentence, Amy burst into the tears that she had been suppressing all day.

"What the hell's going on?" John demanded. Although he was thoroughly confused, he wanted to protect his girl and certainly wanted to be supportive, but how?

John placed his hand under Amy's chin and said, "Maybe if you started from the beginning I might understand and when that happens it's very likely that I can do something about it."

"Yes, you're right. Okay," she said and then sniffled as he tried to wipe away her tears. But they kept coming. He waited patiently for Amy to gather herself. It did not take too long. Then she was talking, telling him everything, right down to the blowjob, providing graphic details and closing on the note of fear that faced her the following day.

"I'll kill that son-of-a-bitch!" John roared.

Amy fell back, terrified.

"No! I can't let you!" She sobbed and only then did John realize that she had taken him literally and figuratively.

"Amy, Amy! Listen to me! I'm not really going to kill him. Although the miserable bastard may wish her were dead when I finish with him!"

"Listen to me, Amy. I know a lot of people in this town and I won't let this happen to you again, please believe me when I say this."

Amy sobbed again, but this was caused by the surge of new found hope that filled her being and she looked at John with total devotion in her eyes.

"The... the flowers are beautiful, John. I'm so sorry that I just tossed them on the counter... it's just that I..."

"I know, I know, it's all right. Come here and give me a kiss, not a peck like that last one."

Their lips met and Amy was lost in his arms again, forgetting for the first time that day, kneeling in front of the bald-headed man.

After their warm embrace, John excused himself, telling her he needed to shower and shave before taking her out to dinner to celebrate the role she'd won in West Side Story.

"Whether you know it or not, Amy, you've nailed one of the hottest slots on Broadway first time out."

She could only gawk at him as the guilt of her orally satisfying that awful man filled her mind.

"I'm serious; it's a great role and believe me you earned it. I don't mean what happened in the other room. I'll deal with that tomorrow morning."

"But he told me to be there early... by eight and then... and then he's going to make me..." she faltered and bit her lower lip to keep from crying again.

"No he isn't! Listen to me. I'm going to make a call or two when I finish with my shower. I promise you the calls will resolve everything. While I can't make that son-of-a-bitch vanish from the face of the earth, I can keep him away from you. That much I can and do promise you."

Finally, what John was telling her penetrated and Amy felt her fears lifting from her shoulders and drifting away.

John kissed her again and then went into the master bath, closing the door behind him.

Amy walked around the bedroom as things fell into place. She wasn't going to have to meet that ogre the next day! Her hopes lifted even more as she realized that she, a teen aged girl had landed a role in a major musical and on her first try!

'Had anyone ever done that before?' she wondered. A minute passed and she thought that someone probably had, but still how many others had accomplished what she had on the first go-round?'

She sat down on the edge of the bed and realized that she wanted John inside her. Well she could wait a few minutes and he'd be out. She could seduce him then. But Amy's left hand stole up to her breast and kneaded it and as her nipple stiffened she knew she couldn't wait for him.

'I'll start without him, ' she told herself and a feeling of giddiness swept over her as she lay back on the bed.

'Besides he'll be hungry and want to go out to dinner to celebrate my good fortune; and then again he'll have to make those calls for me.

Her hand was already inside her kimono, worming its way to her breast and she sucked in her breath on touching the nipple, now hot and swollen with desire.

Amy never heard John leave the bathroom. He had discovered his electric razor cord was missing and remembered it was in his briefcase since he had taken it to work several days earlier; and this was the first time his electric razor needed to be re-charged.

Wearing only a towel, he heard Amy's soft moans as he entered the bedroom and stood stock still. He saw Amy lying flat on her back on the bed; eyes closed tightly, the kimono half opened. That she was massaging her right breast was evident. What she was doing was highly erotic and had him fully erect. He fought the impulse to join her on the bed, knowing there was time for that and knowing that this moment might never be repeated, he forced himself to remain quietly in place and contented himself with watching her for the time being.

Amy moaned once again and her right hand, the free one, slowly eased its way toward her lightly haired pussy. John felt his cock twitch and gave it a quick firm squeeze.

The kimono fell away to one side and John had a clear view of Amy's hand as it slowly rubbed up and down over her pussy. There was a grimace on her face that told him many things; mainly that she was thoroughly enjoying her exercise in masturbation.

Amy moaned quietly as a finger slipped into her juicy love hole, her other hand still massaging the nipple which now stood out in a fully engorged profile from his vantage point.

Her masturbation grew more frantic. Her palm now covered the entire surface of her mons, rubbing briskly, the motion serving to drive her finger in and out of her pussy, whose sluice gate had opened and freed a copious amount of juices that were cascading over her thighs already.

"Jesus, she's hot!" John thought and began to milk his erection which had emerged from behind the protective covering of his bath towel.

Emitting yet another soft moan, Amy arched her hips as she fucked her hand and moaned a little louder on pinching her swollen nipple.

John had a moment of almost paralyzing fear that Amy was reliving her blowjob to that snake in the grass, Maury Pearlman. Then he came to his senses. 'Never happen, ' he realized, 'she despises him. She must be thinking about us; last night, or what's in store for her tonight. Maybe she wants to test her equipment, see if it still works after her bad experience with Pearlman. I will get that cocksucker and get him good. He must get every girl trying out for a part to go down on him.'

John's true personality surfaced as he thought, 'still, all that pussy... not such a bad job after all.' Then his thoughts shifted to the slightly cold shoulder his secretary had given him that morning. 'Janet pulled away when I put my hand on her shoulder. She knows I wanted to cop a feel before the client came in. She doesn't have the rag on, that was only last week, so what was the deal there?' he wondered and then he concentrated on Amy's lithe form gyrating in front of him and put Janet out of his mind.

Amy's hand moved faster; her breathing went ragged and her hips literally danced on the mattress, her lovely ass rising and falling to the beat of her moans. Suddenly Amy's hips rose up and froze in place as her hand came to a halt, except for the thumb which was strumming her clit like the idiot savant playing the banjo in the movie "Deliverance."

John looked on intently as the cords in her neck drew tight and she opened her mouth, letting her jaw hang slack, unheeding of the drool that began to form and roll down her chin.

"UGH!" She grunted; the tendons in her throat pulled her face into a death mask of rictus. Suddenly fighting for air, finally filling her lungs she began gasping for breath, then Amy climaxed.

John waited until the waves subsided before breaking his silence.

"I can't leave you alone for minute, you go and start without me," he said, a smile on his face.

She was startled by his voice and her eyes flew open filled with a primal fear as she turned to face him. Her pussy-juiced coated hand flew to close her kimono as the flush of embarrassment only a young girl can manage flooded her countenance.