YOUTHFUL ENTERPRISE
Written by Ossified
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Chapter 4




Mr. Aitken hasn't asked me to wear anything special, and it's a relief 
since he might not be a big fat pervert like Mr. Crane. Ballet tutu! I 
mean, *really*! How do guys come up with this stuff? It's, like, so-o-
o tacky.

When Mr. Aitken lets me in I see he's in his thirties and not bad 
looking at all. I'm guessing he works out since he's kind of fit, and 
I feel positive about this whole job. He takes me into the kitchen and 
gives me a cup of tea. It's a sweet and unexpected gesture, and makes 
me like him. Would have preferred a Coke though. Maybe a milkshake. 
Love those. Anyway, he sits me down and asks me which school I go to. 
Since he's acting like a normal person and not a dirty old man, I'm 
off guard and I actually tell him. He seems very pleased at this, 
which is kind of weird. I'm thinking he might stalk me or something.

Then he tells me that he doesn't live here - he's just house-sitting 
for his neighbours. He asks if I know this girl, Susan Gilmore, which 
I do. Then it hits me that I've actually been here before, in this 
house, when Susan had a huge birthday party years ago. She's the same 
age as me, goes to my school and everything. Pretty, if you like the 
thin, gangly type. We don't hang out, since she's actually a whiney 
little bitch. Never got over me stealing her boyfriend when we were, 
like, six or something, and she's been really mean ever since.

Anyway, it turns out that Mr. Aitken is, surprise, a pervert after 
all. He totally fancies Susan, and now that he has the run of her 
house he's booked me to, well..., be her I guess. He tells me he's 
been spying on her and taking pictures and things, and it amazes me 
that he has no idea how creepy I find this. It's like he thinks I want 
to know about it, and that I'll think it's cool or romantic or 
something. I REALLY don't. I think about calling this whole thing off, 
but then I don't like Susan much and it's a lot of money, so I stay.

So this Aitken guy takes me upstairs to Susan's room, and it sucks 
that her room is nicer than mine. She has this big four-poster,  her 
own TV, and she's tidier than me too. Of course, I immediately go to 
her dresser where I'm guessing her diary is, but I can't find it. Even 
though I'm dying to search more since she might have written about me, 
Mr. Creepy probably doesn't want to pay me for doing that so I just 
let it go. Instead I walk around her room slowly, playing with my 
ponytail and wriggling my bum, doing various poses designed to let Mr. 
Aitken have a good look at me.

When I turn to see the look on his face, he's actually not paying 
attention at all. Instead he's tracing his finger over Susan's 
furniture and fondling some of her dirty laundry. How rude can you be? 
Here I am, working hard and doing my best to turn him on, and he's 
more into this distinctly un-hip jumper which Susan has left on the 
chair.

I realize he's desperately horny for Susan, and I must say I find it 
pathetic. I mean, he's, like, twenty years older than her. I can see 
how he'd want to do her and everything, but fall in love? That's just 
not on. Personally, I don't see what the big deal is with Susan 
anyway. She's always complaining about everything, and she's not THAT 
pretty. If I could steal her boyfriend back then, how can she be 
better looking than I am? She's kind of stuck-up too, come to think of 
it.

"Wish I was as pretty as Susan," I go, and I'm not even fishing for 
compliments here since everyone at school knows I'm hotter than Susan 
fucking Gilmore. I mean, PLEASE! Can't believe the pervert likes HER.

I suppose I should be earning my pay soon, but I'm stumped since he's 
not paying much attention to me. Of course I have absolutely no idea 
how to act like Susan, but I figure Mr. Aitken doesn't really know her 
that well either so he won't notice.

I think us young girls all seem the same to these guys. Except the 
looks of course, which is ALL they notice. It's like they can't get 
past the tits and ass and see that some of us have these amazing, deep 
souls, and it's really annoying sometimes. It's like, 'Helllooo, 
there's an actual person her! With opinions and feelings and stuff'. 
They're like mum and dad really.

Oh well, I'm trying to figure out how to do the Susan bit, but Mr. 
Aitken has his own ideas about this. He's been to the hamper and now 
he's piled Susan's smelly old clothes in the corner. The prat is 
sniffing and stroking them, not paying ANY attention to me, and of 
course, he wants me to wear them. Yuck! He's sifting through bras and 
tops and knickers and skirts until he finds what he wants me to wear, 
and he's treating every piece of her dirty clothing like it's a museum 
exhibit which is, like, totally creepy and annoying.

Being a middle-of-the-road pervert, Mr. Aitken decides on Susan's 
school uniform. Yawn. The blouse is okay, the short-sleeved one and no 
tie since it's still summer. Even smells sweet from this really nice, 
flowery perfume Susan seems to wear. Skirt's a bit grubby though, and 
when I smell the kneesocks it's not nice at all. MY feet sure don't 
smell that much.

Actually, Susan's kneesocks smell like our hall does when my pesky 
little sister takes off her sneakers - a penetrating, full-bodied 
smell of feet with a pungent sting to it. My sister's favourite thing 
in the whole world is to place her feet in my lap and get a foot rub, 
but I only do this when I'm in a really good mood. Her feet are like a 
toxic waste dump or something. Although she takes off her crusty 
socks, it's still not something I do unless she's been really nice to 
me. Which is, like, never.

Mr. Aitken seems to like Susan's kneesocks though, since he presses 
them to his face and inhales deeply before giving them to me. Gross! 
When I roll them on he finally pays attention, since I do this in a 
really slow and sexy way.

I've left my knickers on, and they're these really nice, soft, pink 
ones which I love, but Mr. Aitken wants me to wear Susan's dirty old 
schoolgirl panties, which is just too much.

"Eeewww! You can't be serious! You want me to wear Susan's knickers? 
Is this, like, a joke?"

"You have to. It's important."

Yeah right! It's very, very important. The sky will fall if I don't 
put on Susan Gilmore's dirty underpants. Idiot!

I look at the white cotton in my hand, and either Susan wore them 
while snogging her dog-like boyfriend, or she has a crush on her 
teacher, 'cause she's been seriously aroused wearing these. From the 
heavy, musky smell I figure it's not that long ago either. I point 
this out to Mr. Pervert, but he doesn't react like I'd hoped.

"Please Mr. Aitken. They smell of her twat and everything. Look; 
they're even sticky. You don't actually want me to wear these, do you? 
Please?"

"Of course I do. Why do you think I've kept them in a zip-lock bag 
since yesterday? I want you to smell like her."

OH MY GOD. He's done WHAT? That's just gross. Keeping girl's knickers 
in a zip-lock bag! Can't believe the imagination these stuffy old gits 
have when it comes to preying on us girls. Why can't they put that 
energy into something useful instead of smelly underwear? Eeewww!

"Well, if you really want me to, I guess I could wear them. You know, 
if that will make you want to have sex and stuff."

Am I a professional or what? No wrinkling my nose, no more protesting 
- nothing. I just bend over and flip up the pleated skirt, showing him 
my twat from behind as I pull down my own lovely, fresh, pink knickers 
and put on Susan's creamed-out, yucky cotton ones. This is why I get 
paid like I do. Not many girls would do this.

To complete the picture he makes me wear this gold necklace from 
Susan's jewellery box, and it's totally inappropriate since it's a 
cross.

When I'm all dressed in Susan's school uniform, Mr. Aitken tells me to 
sit down at her desk and pretend to do homework. This sounds very dull 
to me and not like a hot fantasy at all, but I do as he says. I sit 
looking blindly at this book and I'm not even sure what it's about, 
but I'm chewing my pencil and doing all the schoolgirly stuff which 
guys want. I'm twitching my nose, brushing hair away, stroking my 
neck, playing with the necklace and generally doing what bored girls 
do when they study. What is it about this that turns guys on? 
Personally I think they're just morons.

Anyway, he doesn't talk to me or anything. He just sits there for a 
while, looking at me. Then he comes over and starts stroking my hair, 
kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. It's not so bad. Then he puts his 
hand down my blouse and underneath my bra, fondling my breasts really 
carefully. I lean my head back against his chest and purr, and he 
kisses the tip of my nose which just seems like a very sweet thing to 
do.

When Mr. Aitken is bored with this he asks me to go over to Susan's 
bed. I'm hardly there when he pounces at me, toppling me onto the bed. 
He's kissing and sniffing me, moaning 'Oh Susan' over and over, which 
pisses me off even though I know I'm supposed to pretend I'm her.

It's weird, but I can actually see why he made me wear her clothes. 
It's not like I can usually smell myself, but now I definitely notice 
I smell different. I start to notice all sorts of different scents 
that come from the stuff I'm wearing, and it feels really intimate and 
strange to be wearing someone else's clothes like this. It's kind of 
yucky that I smell like that bitch Susan Gilmore though. When I 
remember I'm wearing her dirty undies I shudder, but Mr. Aitken seems 
to think this is because I'm liking his attentions, and he groans.

He undresses, and his cock is sticking out. It's kind of large, but 
not scarily so, which is a good thing since he's going to do me up the 
arse later. Then he's back on the bed, and he's holding my feet to his 
face, fiddling with my toes and smelling my socks again. Well, Susan's 
socks really. The pervert really gets off on this, and he's actually 
wanking while doing it.

Then he kisses his way up my thighs, and I spread my legs for him, 
pulling up the grey pleated skirt so he can enjoy the knickers he so 
desperately wants me to wear. He gives this guttural moan and buries 
his face in my twat, really drinking in the smell of Susan's panties. 
Well, that's not all he's getting a whiff of. It's MY twat down there, 
you know. Fuck Susan!

Then Mr. Aitken flips me over onto my tummy and rubs his face all over 
my little panty-clad bum. He's shoving my panties into my bumcrack 
with his nose, and he's sort of stroking my arse with his cheeks too. 
He should have shaved better today, 'cause his stubble catches in the 
fabric. He's moaning into my ass, kissing my bumhole through the 
cotton. It's like I'm a rag doll, and he's just letting himself go, 
enjoying my body like I'm not here to judge him.

"Christ Susan, your arse is amazing."

Yes, well. It's not really Susan's arse, is it? It's MINE, and it's a 
damned sight better than Susan's, I can tell you that. I've seen her 
in the showers, and it just doesn't compare.

"Oh thank you Mr. Aitken. I'm really proud of it. Are you going to 
fuck it soon? I'm really looking forward to that. You promised you 
would, remember?"

I'm thinking this is way too silly, and he's going to tell me off for 
spoiling the mood. He doesn't though. He's just like all the other 
idiots. No matter how stupid the line, if you say what they want to 
hear, they get off on it.

Mr. Aitken grabs my hips and pulls me up on my hands and knees. He's 
sitting back and staring in awe at my bum, licking his lips like a 
hungry little boy in a sweet shop.

I reach behind, stroke my bum cheeks and play with the sticky gusset 
of Susan's panties. I even reach in through the leg band and rub myself a 
bit, since this outrageous setting is starting to turn me on just a 
teeny little bit. It feels good so I stop. NO WAY am I going to cum 
like this, on Susan's bed wearing her dirty knickers and everything.

Then I push the cotton panties back into my bumcrack and Mr. Aitken is 
all over me, kissing and smelling me again. He tugs at my knickers, 
pulling them down to my knees. Then he dives in, tonguing my twat, but 
he's not very good at it so it doesn't do much for me. Then he moves 
to my arse, and he's pressing the tip of his tongue inside, and this 
DEFINITELY does something for me. He's lapping at my bumhole, fucking 
it with the tip of his tongue, and this gets me going so I rub myself 
while he fucks my twat with his fingers.

Although I KNOW I'll be embarrassed thinking about this later, I go: 
"Ooohhh yes, Mr. Aitken. Lick my arse. Wriggle that tongue of yours up 
little Susan's bum," and I can't help moaning since it feels awesome 
when he does this.

He goes at it with renewed vigour when I mention Susan, and I'm really 
liking what he's doing. Then, of course, he stops. It's like these 
guys know when I'm enjoying something, and automatically stop doing 
it. Idiots.

Anyway, my bum is all loose and wet, so he thinks he can just slip his 
dick up my arse. Although he's not so big, it's not THAT easy, and I 
brace myself as he pushes against my tight little back hole. I manage 
to relax a bit, and he slips the head of his cock inside me. He has to 
pause again, but then I loosen up and he's all the way inside me, 
holding on to my hips really hard.

My arse feels, like, totally stuffed, and it's so tight he can hardly 
move at all. His dick is pulsing inside me, and it's so-o-o much nicer 
than when Mr. Lambson did my arse with his huge thing. Mr. Aitken 
starts to move, and when I get used to him he starts fucking my bum 
really hard. It's like, 'OH MY GOD. This is AMAZING' and he's pushing 
my face into Susan's pillows as he fucks my ass. He seems to like it 
too, 'cause he's moaning and groaning a lot.

What he's groaning is 'Oh God. Your bum is so tight,' and this is 
pretty much what Mr. Lambson said when he did my arse, so it must be 
true. Bet Susan's isn't half as nice.

I look over my shoulder and I see Mr. Aitken's hard, throbbing member 
stuck up my bum and it's sandwiched between my cheeks and it looks 
awesome. Totally horny. I start to rub myself, and Mr. Aitken must 
notice my fingers in my twat, since he groans and moans even more when 
I do this.

He stops fucking my bum for a minute while I tickle his balls. My 
fingers are really slick from fingering my sopping twat, and his balls 
are all tight and hard. Then his cock twitches urgently inside me, and 
I concentrate on getting myself off while he does the same.

I must be this shameless slut or something, because I really, really 
like the feeling of getting it up the arse and I cum before he does. 
Hard. It's like I'm stuck on this pole, and Mr. Aitken holds me up as 
I scream into Susan's pillow and gush all over my fingers.

This is too much for Mr. Aitken, and as my arse clamps rhythmically on 
his dick, he cums too. In my bum and everything. Just like that. 
Doesn't even ask if it's okay.

"Christ Susan. I can't help it. Your bum is just too tight. I'm... I'm 
cumming... I'm cumming up your tight little arse."

And this he does. A lot. It's like he's pouring all this hot, gooey 
cum up my rear end and he must have been saving it for weeks 'cause 
there's just so much of it. Although I've done this before, it still 
feels really weird having someone shoot off back there and I can't 
help grunting even though I hate it when I do that.

Finally he's spent and he falls away from my sweaty body, really 
exhausted. When his cock pops out of my bum, all this cum follows it 
and runs down my thighs, over my twat and everywhere. Can't see how 
Mr. Aitken is going to explain these stains on Susan' bedspread. It's 
on the skirt and kneesocks too, not to mention those yucky undies. 
Well, it's not my problem, thank God.

While I change he's talking to me like he still thinks I'm Susan, and 
it's REALLY starting to annoy me. Could Susan do what I just did? 
Don't THINK so. Prissy little bitch. Anyway, he's going on and on 
about how much he loves her, and if I liked Susan more I'd warn her 
about this prick.

When I leave he asks me if I can talk to Susan and find out if she'd 
be interested in him. Can you believe this prat? Susan may be kind of 
mean, but she's still a reasonably attractive young girl and Mr. 
Aitken is this hopeless loser. I tell him he should get a life and 
that there's NO WAY Susan would be interested in someone like him. 
He's not happy, but hey, I'm not all that happy either and he doesn't 
care about that, does he?

When I get home I still have Susan's necklace on, and Mr. Aitken is 
going to freak out when he can't find it. I try to throw a curse on
it with a witch spell I learn off the internet. It's kind of fun
but doesn't work, and Susan shows up at school without a single zit.
Totally annoying.

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TO BE CONTINUED



  
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