"You're a beautiful, independent woman. Any man would be happy to have you," he whispers, this time squeezing my breast a bit more hard, as though the...situation calls for it. "Mr. Stones," I moan out, blushing at the pleasurable ache on my breast. He takes the opportunity to slide my tight black skirt up over my waist. All of a sudden I feel the straps of my undershirt being taken down and then the shirt itself dragging off my chest, laying on my stomach along with my skirt. "Please. They were small, more like boys than men. The one beneath her had his legs up between her arms and torso; he locked them around her chest now and began to squeeze; Em stiffened against the pressure, her lungs burning, knowing that when she took her next breath those legs would lock tighter.Em heard something hard smash against the floor above her, and then the sound of creaking wood and groaning nails.Someone was getting the axe.Em twisted and arched, working her jaw rabidly, shifting her. But, now I was casing her body. Like I said, she resembled a pear, but her short skirt framed her big ass wonderfully. And her short-cropped red hair belied a stern determination masking a playful nature.I ordered her next drink. I was thankful for my draw check. That was another perk of car sales. Since we were only paid on commission once a month, the dealership gave us weekly draw checks of several hundred dollars. Usually, the guys would cash them at lunch on Friday, and they would be gone. I reached around with my right hand, wrapping the fingers around her neck and back to her dirty blonde hair, turning her face to mine. She smelled of candy lip stick that girls always wear. Dina smelled like youth mixed with the taste of candy I was licking from her lips. I can’t even recall if it went further then making out. We were in the open and I probably suggested we wait for a better time and place for more. This is just a warm up for the real dirt. CH 3 Dina and I were busy with.