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Subject: {ASSM} Lolita Factor MF, exh, sed
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   This story is part non fiction.  It's taken me over a year to write it
without any bitterness.  The moral of the story is be wary of dating
co-workers.  Still, I cherish some of the times with her.  I hope you enjoy
my story.  If you like it, I have more at ASSTR.



   There are some females, who, although they enter adulthood, they got
that "Lolita Factor" working for them in that they look years younger than
their real age-think porn stars Kitty, Amai Liu, Lil Sinderella, and Kitty
Marie.



   Hi, my name is Bob.  I'm a middle aged Manager at a Distribution center
and this is my story.



   It All started when our receptionist, Marcia, announced that she wanted
to cut down on her hours due to family demands at home.  For years, Marcia
has worked the 6:30 am to 4:30 p.m.  shift.  Although she enjoyed the ten
hours per week of built in overtime, her family situation grew more tense.
Management instantly posted a part time job posting for an afternoon
receptionist.



   After the interviews were done, Human Resources decided on eighteen year
old high school senior Alyssa.  Alyssa caught me by surprise.  As part of
my duties, I have to go by reception in late afternoon to pick up manifests
and reports.  When I first saw Alyssa, my first thought was ``Is she old
enough to work here ?'' Of Eurasian descent, she had picked up the best of
both sides of her family and she looked years younger than her true age. 
Her long brown hair was often in a bun, but sometimes she wore it down. 
She has large brown doe eyes, a tiny nose, and plump red lips.  She has a
petite frame, but often wore large bulky sweaters or sweatshirts (they keep
the air conditioning cranked in reception for some reason).  Because of her
looks and mousy voice I even double checked with H.R.  to make sure she was
eighteen.  Of course, her beauty quickly became an issue with testosterone
filled drivers.  A couple of times, I even had to run off the drivers
hanging around her desk.



   I kept things strictly business with Alyssa and I think she respected
that.  I addressed her often by her last name (sometimes first name on the
phone) and she always called me Mister Martin.  She even got comfortable
enough with me to tell me snippets about her personal life-balancing
work/school and a younger sister that she looked after, but that all
changed one day.  When I came by reception, I noticed that she was
seething. I started to ask a question, but her look told me to keep my
distance.  I noticed, very soon after, that one of the drivers was gone and
that everyone was required to take a sexual harassment class.



   The class went down on a Saturday.  I noticed that Alyssa wasn't there.
I also noticed that the atmosphere was tense and there were dire warnings
about boundaries that were to be kept.  The Regional Vice President even
traveled a two hundred miles to be in on the meeting.  I wondered if the
meeting was about something I said or did.  I racked my brain about the
conversations I'd had with Alyssa.  I had looked her over in her chair, but
there wasn't much to see as she was always seated.  I hoped that the
subject wasn't me and I was relieved when no one called on me at the end of
the meeting.



   It took a week for the atmosphere to lessen around Alyssa.  She finally
told me that one of the drivers had figured out where she lived.  Not only
did he have flowers delivered, he also came over and asked her for a date.
This had frightened her to no end as she was home alone with her sister and
he came off as threatening.  She reported him to the company.  I was glad
it wasn't me and the cordiality we enjoyed resumed.



   Things went in another direction after I took vacation.  When I
returned, I noticed that her hair was newly cut into a page boy look,
making her look even younger.  Her greeting, though, really threw me for a
loop.



   ``Hey Tiger'' she said with a smile and come hither look.



   ``Hello'' I said with a little uncertainty.



   ``Can you keep a secret ?  I mean, tell no one ?'' she asked.



   ``Yeah.''



   ``I picked up a second job.''



   ``Second job ?'' I asked.



   ``Well, it's just Friday nights and on Saturdays.''



   ``So, it won't interfere with your work here ?''



   ``No, and I can use the extra money.''



   ``Oh, okay.''



   ``Aren't you going to ask what kind of work ?'' she asked.



   ``I guess.  What is it ?''



   ``I dance at Executive XTC.''



   ``What's that ?'' I inquired.



   ``You haven't heard of Executive XTC ?''



   ``I've seen advertisements.  It's some kind of strip club, right ?''



   ``Yeah.  Do you want to come see me ?''



   My mind was reeling.  Here was this beautiful teenage girl asking me to
come see her take her clothes off.  I hadn't been in a strip club in
several years.  The recent class ran through my mind, but this was an
invitation for something away from work.



   ``Yeah, absolutely'' I said.



   ``Here's a token'', she said, handing me a red coin.  ``Give it to the
girl at reception and tell her you've come to see Rachel.  You'll still
have to pay a twenty five dollar cover, and my fee is two hundred, plus
tip. Do you think I'm worth it ?''



   ``Oh yeah, absolutely.''



   I was so blown away by the conversation that I nearly forgot to pick up
the reports and manifests.  It was also Tuesday and my mind was reeling
with the possibilities.  I even, briefly, considered asking Alyssa for some
kind of preview.  I had to remind myself to stay focused and the next two
days I was just that.  On Friday, though, she asked if I was going to come
see her tonight.  When I told her yes she picked up that I had an erection.
Reaching out (behind the desk where no one could see), she copped a feel of
my crotch and told me she'd be there at eight thirty.  I smiled, picked up
the paperwork, and fled reception.



   Later that evening, I reached the parking lot of XTC at eight thirty. 
XTC sits in the corner of one of those L shaped strip malls.  There's a
check cashing place and Mexican restaurant to the left of XTC and an adult
bookstore and ticket joint to the right.  I didn't like the crowd hanging
out in the lot, so I made sure to put a club on my steering wheel and I put
the alarm system on.



   I went into XTC and found a dimly lit reception area.  A very ordinary
looking girl, dressed like a college student, sat behind the cash register.
I gave her the coin, told her I was there for Rachel, and I paid the cover.
She buzzed me through a steel door to her left.



   I went in an found a somewhat moderately lit club.  The floor was a
mixture of stone tile and carpet and there were a smattering of booths
littered around the floor.  There were approximately ten guys sitting
around talking to an even number of women, although two dancers sat in a
booth talking.  There was a stage to the right, but it was dark and no one
was dancing on it.  The joint smelled clean (I was surprised) and the music
was below ear splitting level, but still loud enough to be annoying.



   A young woman, about twenty years old, came from the bar area in the
back.  She greeted me and led me to a booth and took my drink order.  I
noticed that she was dressed in a tube top and shorts.  When she returned
with my drink, she had significantly lowered her tube top.  With most of
her boobs hanging out she told me she'd be available if I was interested in
something later.  Had I not been there for someone else, I would've taken
her up on my offer.  Finally, about fifteen minutes later, Alyssa came out
from a door behind the stage.



   She walked right up to my booth.  She was dressed in a barely there red
bikini.  I saw now, for the first time how petite she really was, she
couldn't have weighed ninety pounds.  She slid in next to me as she ran her
hand through my hair, said ``Hey sexy'', and motioned to the waitress.  The
waitress, looking a little perturbed, had pulled up her tube top and she
walked away as soon as Alyssa ordered her ``regular''.



   We then made small talk and I paid for her drink when it arrived.  When
the waitress walked away, Alyssa asked if she could sit in my lap.  She did
so as soon as I agreed.  After she'd been there a minute, and as she sipped
her drink, I asked what she was drinking.  She asked, ``Would you like to
try it ?''



   ``Yeah''.



   She then dipped a finger in her drink, pulled up the side of her top
closest to my mouth, and she ran her moist finger around her small pink
nipple.  She then leaned in and presented the nipple to my mouth.  I
suckled on her a moment, then asked, "What was that ?''



   ``A nipple'' she replied with a smile.  ``Wanna go in the back and have
some fun ?''



   ``Oh yeah''



   We got up and walked past the bar into an area with small booths.  Going
past two booths, we took a left, passing by two more.  Going into a booth
on the right, she reached up to a light fixture and pushed a button on the
bottom of the light.  She then pushed on the wall and revealed a hidden
door.  The door opened to a hallway of cinder block with two doors on the
end of the hall.  We took the right door and entered what looked like a
bedroom.



   There was a king size bed in the center of the room, flanked by a pair
of night stands.  There was a TV set mounted on the wall opposite the foot
of the bed with a pole underneath to hang clothes.  Alyssa had me sit on
the bed.



   ``Take your shoes off'' she requested as she took off her pumps.



   As she placed her shoes on the nightstand I slipped mine off.  She
returned, standing in front of me.



   ``Do you have my fee ?'' she asked.



   I dug out my wallet and fished out the three hundred I'd taken out of
the ATM earlier.  She did a quick scan of the money, then placed it in one
of her shoes.  Returning in front of me, she asked ``Are you ready ?''



   When I nodded, she slowly took off her top, exposing two tiny creamy
white mounds, beautiful and perky,watching my eyes carefully as her small
breasts came into view.  She tossed the top over on top of her shoes, then
she took my hands and placed them in the waistband of her bottom.  I slid
her bottom off, revealing a pubic area as bald as the day she was born.



   ``Your turn'' she said as she unbuttoned my shirt.



   Minutes later, my clothes were on the floor and she had pushed me back
on the bed so that I was laying fully across the bed.  She slithered up my
body, rubbing hers against mine.  She offered her nipples to my lips, one
by one.  After I had suckled for a moment, I hugged her, rolling to my
left. With her under me, I then mounted her, going slowly as my dick looked
huge compared to her tiny hole.  I eased it in, feeling her pussy wrap my
dick like a tight hot wet vise.  I looked and saw her grimace a couple of
times, but several minutes later, as was almost balls deep, I began punping
her.  She let out a combination wail and moan as she began panting.



   Pulling me to her, she kissed me with a long kiss as she caressed my
neck.



   ``You've wanted to do this for a while ?'' she whispered.



   ``Yes''



   ``Me too''



   Our lovemaking was slow, although I had to stop a couple of times to
make sure I lasted.  Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I sped up the
pace, finishing with a mind shattering climax as I pumped my cum into her
in six satisfying spurts.  As I fell forward onto her, I propped my elbows
to keep from crushing her, then I rolled off of her when I caught my
breath. She cuddled up next me, draping one of her legs across my body.



   ``Did you like that ?'' she asked.



   ``Are you kidding ?  You were great.''



   ``You won't tell anyone at work ?''



   ``And screw this up ?  No way.''



   She climbed on top and kissed me.



   ``Just for that", she smiled "I'll give you another one for free.''



   We screwed another time that night, but soon after, I convinced her to
move in with me so I could be more than just a customer.


   
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