YOUTHFUL ENTERPRISE
Written by Ossified
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Chapter 6




I have to shower and then dress for dinner at the Alworth's, and I'm 
excited 'cause I've never been to a place where people actually change 
before a meal. It just seems so cool and sophisticated. At home we 
usually just plonk ourselves round the kitchen table after mum has 
yelled, like, ten times for us to come and eat. Bet the ancient butler 
is going to serve us!

I slip on my party dress - a simple two layered thing in satin and 
patterned chiffon which I use for birthdays and stuff - and it's 
totally innocent and sexy at the same time. It's white and pink and 
makes me look really slim, and I like the way it rustles very softly 
when I walk. You can glimpse my shoulders beneath the see-thru fabric 
and I look so cute I bet Mr. Alworth will want to eat me up.

I wriggle into a pair of snug-fitting, pink bikini panties which I 
think Mr. Alworth will like. There's a cute little cartoon fish with a 
diving mask and snorkel placed right above my twat, and I'm guessing 
Mr. Alworth will be impressed. Then I consider how to do my hair. In 
the end I go for braided pigtails since I'm in that kind of mood. Goes 
really well with the dress too, I think.

I forgot to bring my nice shoes though, which sucks. I consider the 
sneakers, but in the end I go barefoot. I love wiggling my toes in the 
lush carpets they have here, and I'm hoping Mr. Alworth will think 
it's cute too.

I walk downstairs to the dining room and I immediately see that I'm 
not dressed right. Chloe and Alicia are wearing these awesome dresses 
which probably cost more than my dad makes in a year, and it's all 
diamonds, pearls and designer shoes. I suddenly feel like a little 
girl, standing barefoot in my pink and white dress. The tattoo 
necklace I'm wearing just seems silly now. I'm chewing this strawberry 
bubblegum, and a bubble bursts JUST as I walk through the door. 
Typical! It sticks on my nose and everything, and I feel like a 
complete idiot.

The butler serves us Sherry from a silver tray. I feel conspicuous and 
out of place so I take a glass even though I'm not quite sure what 
Sherry is, and find out that I HATE it. I have no idea what to do with 
the bubblegum so I stick it under the table when no-one is watching.

Chloe seems a bit drunk and she's swaying slightly while balancing her 
glass. Alicia scowls at her dad who talks ALL the time, and when she 
winks at me I feel a little better. Mr. Alworth is just so incredibly 
BORING and he's talking about the stock market not caring that his 
audience is two young girls and a drunk ex-model. What a prat.

Then the butler announces that dinner is ready. I turn to look at the 
table which I haven't really noticed before and it looks awesome. The 
whole thing is sparkling with silverware and beautifully cut crystal 
and the flower arrangements are coordinated to go with the table cloth 
and napkins. How cool is that? When I sit down I see their china has a 
family crest on it and I'm, like, totally impressed. I want to live 
like this. Well, without Mr. Alworth of course, but definitely with 
this house and all the stuff in it.

When the butler serves this tiny fish course, I'm confused. There's, 
like, ten different knives and forks and I have no idea which to use. 
When I look around I see that I've picked the wrong ones, so I wipe 
them on my napkin and go for the ones Alicia and the others are using.

It's totally cool that I'm served wine along with the others, but when 
I taste it it's horrible and I can't help wrinkling my nose. Although 
Chloe seems totally vacant she actually sees this, and she smiles at 
me in a way that makes me think of my mum when she's having a good 
day. Then Chloe whispers something in the butlers ear, and minutes 
later I have a huge strawberry milkshake in front of me. Yummy! Chloe 
is way cool.

I don't catch much of the conversation during dinner since I'm focused 
on doing everything right. I thought the fish course was, like, 
dinner, but it's the first of many dishes that all go with different 
knives and forks. Even the cake is supposed to be eaten with a fork 
instead of a spoon which would be much easier, and all this stuff is 
confusing and requires total concentration. There's not much 
conversation required anyway, since Mr. Alworth is unstoppable, Chloe 
is sloshed and Alicia just plain bored. The only fun thing is when 
Alicia rolls her eyes at her dad's monologues, and I start to giggle 
and get milkshake up my nose.

Dinner seems to drag on FOR EVER, and I'm utterly bored and can't stop 
yawning. Afterwards there's drinks in the library and Mr. Alworth has 
a foul-smelling, thin cigar. It looks totally girly and not cool and 
gangster-like at all. He's leaning back in his chair puffing clouds of 
smoke, but it's kind of fun when he blows smoke through his nose 
'cause he looks like a dragon. I giggle and ask him to do it more, but 
he soon forgets and drones ON AND ON about his work instead. Mr. 
Alworth really is a crashing bore.

I slip away with Alicia and it's a relief to leave her parents behind. 
She shows me her room and I lie on her bed while she puts on some 
music. I'm a bit freaked out since there's underwear and stuff on the 
bed and I can vaguely smell it since it's right beside me. It reminds 
me of being in Susan's room and Mr. Aitken making me wear her undies 
and school uniform. Never used to notice my friends' knickers lying 
about before. Never noticed how my girlfriend's clothes and rooms all 
smell different either. It feels really intimate when you start to 
notice. Like you're intruding or something. Maybe the job is getting 
to me.

Anyway, Alicia tells me about stuff she's interested in, like animal 
rights and global warming and other things that I don't quite 
understand. Alicia is a really serious person and she seems to know a 
lot of important things. I really admire how she knows all this stuff 
about the world and the environment and everything. Totally cool. She 
has this really sinister music too, and I've never heard any of these 
bands before. She's so awesome and deep and grown-up, I just know I 
could learn a lot from her. Wish she were my big sister.

Alicia is telling me how these cute little animals are kept in cages 
JUST so people like her mum can have a fur coat, and I never knew 
there was so much evil in the world. She shows me pictures of adorable 
little minks with shiny black eyes and I'm almost crying at this 
point.

This is, like, an emotional and intellectual high point in my life, 
and no-one has ever bothered to explain such important things to me 
before. Then, of course, Mr. Alworth comes crashing in.

Alicia squeals "Dadddyyy! You're supposed to knock first. Remember 
last time? You promised not to do that anymore."

Mr. Alworth doesn't seem to care about Alicia's protests. Instead he 
walks right over and sits on the bed beside me.

"Sorry honey, but you're hogging my little guest here," Mr. Alworth 
says patting my bum. He's not actually looking at Alicia when he 
speaks. Instead he's gawking at me, devouring me like a hungry wolf, 
and I feel like he's going to rip my dress off and fuck me right here 
on his daughters bed with her watching.

"We're just talking daddy. You and mum were being total bores so we 
came up here instead."

"Yes, well. I can understand that, but that's not really why Sarah is 
here this weekend, is it? She's here to keep me company."

"But we want to hang out here and talk, isn't that right Sarah?"

I nod enthusiastically since I'm really having a great time with 
Alicia, but I can see Mr. Alworth isn't happy with this so I try a 
compromise.

"If you just want a quickie, I don't mind Mr. Alworth. You can just, 
you know..., pull down my knickers and put it inside me a bit. When 
you're done you won't be so horny anymore. Would that be okay?"

"Don't think so," Mr. Alworth says and then he fixes Alicia with this 
really cold stare. "I'm paying for her and I want to play with her, so 
either you let me stay or she comes downstairs again."

Alicia rolls her eyes. "Okay," she sighs. "You can be here and fiddle 
with her and stuff, just don't talk or anything. And you're NOT 
fucking her in my room, okay? It really sucks when you do that."

"Sure Alicia. You won't even know I'm here," Mr. Alworth says, winking 
at me like it's him and me against Alicia which is SO not the case. 
Idiot.

Once this arrangement is made, Alicia seems to totally ignore her 
father and she's back to telling me all this interesting stuff about 
the rain forest. While I don't really understand half of it, it's 
still fascinating since Alicia is so into it and has all these amazing 
facts in her head. I'm on my belly, resting my head in my hands, and I 
chew gum and play with my pigtails while I try to concentrate and 
understand all the stuff she's telling me.

It's hard to focus at times though, since Mr. Alworth is rubbing and 
playing with my feet. It feels nice, and I get why my sister pesters 
me to do this all the time. Then I manage to blow this HUGE pink 
bubble and I'm really excited, but this seems to annoy Alicia so I 
stop.

Then Mr. Alworth starts with my toes. First he's sucking softly on my 
big toe, and then his tongue swirls in and out between my other toes. 
He's sucking and licking both my feet and I can tell he's really 
enjoying it. I KNEW he'd like me going barefoot. He's, like, 
worshipping my feet and I feel really pretty and sexy. Seems every 
single part of my body is attractive to these older guys and it's 
yucky but also really cool that they get off on my feet. Amazing. It's 
just stinky old feet and I can't see how that can be sexy AT ALL.

Although I want to listen to Alicia I can't help getting wet from all 
this attention Mr. Alworth is giving me. He's, like, adoring my feet, 
kissing and licking and slurping at them, and it tickles a bit. I try 
really hard not to giggle since Alicia is telling me all this serious 
and important stuff, but I can't help it and a few squeaks come out.

When Mr. Alworth starts kissing his way up my calves and the insides 
of my thighs, I lift my bum and spread my legs a bit for him. I'm kind 
of on my knees and elbows now, and I feel I owe Mr. Alworth access to 
me since he's paying me all this money. Then he actually sticks his 
head up my dress and starts to sniff me like he's a dog or something. 
It's kind of gross, but I still can't help getting off on how much he 
likes me. I get self-conscious about being wet since Mr. Alworth will 
definitely smell that, and when he starts kissing the crotch of my 
panties I can feel they're really slick so I wriggle uncomfortably.

I'm amazed that Alicia seems to totally ignore what's happening and I 
try really hard to focus on what she's saying. I'm so grateful that 
she's taking me serious enough to tell me this important stuff. No-one 
ever takes me seriously at home or at school or anywhere really, and 
it annoys me that I'm treated like an idiot all the time since I'm 
NOT. Don't care what Mr. Crane said about me either and Alicia doesn't 
think I'm a conceited moron, SO THERE!

Anyway, I shut out that Alicia's dad is rubbing his face all over my 
panty-covered twat and manage a few questions when Alicia tells me 
about something she calls 'consumer society'. I don't really get what 
this means, but I have the uneasy feeling it has to do with shopping 
less. I'm not so sure I like the sound of this, but she's so 
convincing that I can't help agreeing with her anyway.

I guess it's getting really warm beneath my dress 'cause Mr. Alworth 
pops his head out and pulls the hem up to my waist instead. Then he's 
rubbing his face all over my bum, pressing his cheeks against it. Then 
his nose goes into my bumcrack and it's giving me a wedgie.

I'm really embarrassed that Alicia sees her dad sniffing my butt like 
this so I wriggle uncomfortably and try to push him away, totally 
missing the point Alicia is making. This makes her react for the first 
time, and she gets really cross with her dad.

"Daddy, come ON. We're trying to talk about important stuff here, and 
Sarah doesn't want you sniffing her bum right now. Jesus! You're so... 
so... GROSS! Eeewww."

This outburst starts a yelling match and I feel lost in this domestic 
fight for my attention. I really want to learn more about this 
'consumer society' stuff from Alicia, but I'm really scared Mr. 
Alworth won't pay me if I keep ignoring him like this and I DEFINITELY 
don't want that to happen since I won't be able to get that new clam 
shell design cell phone I want.

In the end Mr. Alworth sends us both to bed early, but he tells me not 
to go to sleep since he'll be coming for me later. Alicia points out 
that this is, like, totally unfair since she's older than me and 
should be allowed to stay up longer, but Mr. Alworth is pissed off and 
won't listen. Then he goes downstairs to take care of Chloe, and 
apparently she's passed out from all the drinking 'cause Mr. Alworth 
talks about having to carry her to bed.

When he leaves, Alicia tells me that her mum takes these pills which 
don't go well with drinking, that she won't wake up no matter what. I 
don't really get why she tells me this since I couldn't care less 
whether Chloe is awake or not, but Mr. Alworth told me to go to bed 
RIGHT NOW so I don't ask. Then Alicia looks really sad and hugs me. 
She says "I'm sorry," and I don't get this either since she's been 
really nice to me.

So anyway, I'm hardly in my room when there's a knock on the door. I'm 
thinking it's Mr. Alworth come to do me, but it's the ancient butler 
and he's brought another milkshake. How sweet is that? I go 'thanks' 
and kiss his cheek which feels dry and parchy against my lips. Then I 
say 'goodnight' and expect him to leave, but he doesn't and this 
confuses me.

"Miss Sarah. I haven't had a girl... a woman for twenty years," he 
blurts out, and he looks so sad that I feel kind of sorry for him. I 
mean, he's this totally adorable and sweet old man and it's not fair 
that he's not getting any when a creep like Mr. Alworth has both Chloe 
AND me.

"Do you think... maybe...?" he says.

He can't seem to say that he wants to do me, and he looks so sheepish 
and embarrassed that my heart aches. I feel like I owe him since he 
carried my bags and brought me all those milkshakes and stuff. It also 
occurs to me that Mr. Alworth didn't really specify what my duties are 
this weekend. Maybe this is expected of me? I'm not quite sure. I 
consider exactly what I should let him do with me, and I'm thinking 
maybe he wants to wank off on me or something. Finally I decide I'll 
let the old guy do me since he's so nice and the poor thing hasn't 
gotten any for yonks. How nice am I?

"Sure. You can do me if you want. It's not such a big deal," I shrug, 
and you can see he almost passes out from this.

I stroke his cheek, and he looks surprised - like he was expecting a 
slap or something. Then I pull up my dress and wriggle out of my 
knickers. He's staring at me with tears in his eyes, and I feel really 
good about letting him do this. It's like I'm an angel or something, 
and I bet this will be the most awesome thing that has happened to him 
for, like, a zillion years.

I let myself fall back onto the bed, and I smile at him while he takes 
off his trousers and underwear. Since he's so old and everything, his 
cock isn't all that hard yet and he's wanking it, trying to get it up 
while staring at my twat.

"You'll have to be quick though, 'cause Mr. Alworth is coming to get 
me soon."

"Of course, of course," he mutters. I worry that I've put too much 
pressure on him so I smile reassuringly and spread my legs a bit more.

"Don't worry. Just take your time and enjoy yourself," I say, and I'm 
hoping this puts him at ease.

It still takes a while for him to get it up, and I'm a bit bored so I 
pick my nails and scratch my nose. Then he's ready to go, and he gets 
on top of me. His cock isn't all that long, but it's quite thick and 
I'm almost looking forward to having him inside me.

He's not so heavy which is a relief since he can't seem to hold 
himself up and lets me carry all his weight. Although it's been a 
while for him, he finds the right place to put his dick after a bit of 
fumbling. Mr. Alworth's toe-sucking has made me wet, so he gets it 
inside me without too much trouble.

Although I suppose I should be nicer about this, I'm bored and I can't 
seem to manage the energy to move much. Doing him this favour makes me 
feel kind of sexy, but I just can't seem to get excited with what he's 
doing. I'm just lying there while he fucks me and I'm quite impressed 
with his enthusiasm despite my yawning. I study my nails, and although 
they're not that long I've still broken one, which sucks.

Then his breathing gets ragged and I consider letting him cum inside 
me. I mean, he's so sweet and pathetic and I'm in a charitable mood so 
it seems like a nice thing to do. Then I remember that Mr. Alworth is 
coming to get me soon.

"Mr. ummm... Mr. butler guy. You'd better not squirt your stuff inside 
me, 'cause I don't think Mr. Alworth will like that." Can't believe I 
don't even know this guy's name!

Anyway, he groans and pulls out, and he immediately starts spraying 
his cum all over my twat and belly. It's obviously been ages for him 
and he cums hard, semen going everywhere. He shoots off all over me 
and on the sheets too. I didn't really think when I said to pull out, 
'cause loads of his sperm gets on my dress making it all sticky and 
wet and yucky. It never ceases to amaze me how these older guys get 
all worked up when I let them fuck me. They seem to shoot their sperm 
all over the place. Really gross.

The butler dresses and leaves in, like, supersonic speed and he's 
muttering 'thank you' over and over. Afterwards I'm lying on the bed, 
feeling drowsy and warm. There's cum everywhere, the dress sticks to 
me, and I need to clean up before Mr. Alworth comes. I sit up in bed, 
scared I might fall asleep if I don't. I feel like I've done a good 
deed today. If anyone deserves to go to heaven, it's me.

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TO BE CONTINUED


  
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