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“
What were you looking at while you were touching yourself, Lindsey?” His hand met her ass again and she whimpered and sighed.

“
Nice big fat cocks.” She arched, lifting her ass up for him.

“
You're so bad.” He smacked her again and she gasped, feeling his fingers probing her slit. “My god...you're soaking wet!”

“
Can't help it.” She tried to squeeze his fingers, pull them deeper inside of her. “I soooo want to be fucked.”

“
Do you?” His fingers slid in deeper and she moaned softly. “You want a big, fat cock shoved up here?”

“
Yes.” Lindsey shivered, her nipples hard against the desk. “But yours will have to do today.”

“
You little bitch!” His hand came down so hard on her ass that she yelped, tears stinging her eyes. She heard him unzipping, adjusting as he slipped the head of his cock between her swollen lips. He grabbed her hips, sinking himself deep into her pussy. Biting her lip, she tried not to smile in triumph and hid her face in her arms, whimpering instead.

“
Mr. Miller!” Her pussy throbbed around his dick—god she wanted something bigger. She hadn't been kidding. He was average, and all right, but her pussy wanted so much more! What he lacked in size he was just going to have to make up in roughness.

“
Let's see how you like that,” he growled, thrusting hard into her—but nowhere near hard enough. Lindsey slid her hand between her legs, finding the aching button of her clit. One finger, back and forth, as he fucked her. That was good. Oh yes, that was very good. She shivered, her face flushing with pleasure.

“
Is that all you got, Mr. Miller?” She taunted him as he rocked into her, grunting.

“
You little slut,” he whispered, his fingers gripping her slender hips.

“
Am I?”

He drove forward hard, slamming her into the desk.
“You nasty, dirty, fucking little whore!”

“
Oooo yeah.” Lindsey panted, squirming to keep her hand down between her thighs, rubbing her clit. “You tell me, Mr. Miller. You make that bad girl learn her lesson.”

“
Fuck!” He groaned, slamming into her harder, the slick slap of their flesh filling the room. Lindsey smiled dreamily, wondering if the secretary could hear them.

“
That's right, Principal Miller.” She closed her eyes, panting, her finger pushing her clit closer and closer toward climax. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Can you fuck me harder, old man?”

“
Goddamnit!” He slammed into her, fucking her forward on the desk. His hand came down over her ass, slapping her hard. “Shut up you little whore!”

“
Yeah!” Lindsey wiggled under the weight and thrust of him. “You tell that bad girl!”

“
I said...” He smacked her ass again. “Keep...” SMACK “Your...” SMACK “Mouth...” SMACK “Shut!” SMACK.

“
Make me!” She gasped, grabbing the edge of his desk to keep from slipping as he pounded into her.

“
I'll make you, all right.” He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back as he sat in his desk chair, keeping her seated right on his cock as he yanked her into his lap. He ground his hips up into her flesh, making her grip the sides of his chair. His fist tightened in her hair and he shoved her off his lap onto the floor. Tears sprung to her eyes as he jerked her head forward by her hair, forcing her lips to his cock. “Let's keep that nasty little mouth busy, what do you say?”

She didn't say anything—just tucked her gum to the side, took his cock between her lips, and sucked, slipping her fingers down to rub her clit while she did. He groaned, thrusting deep into her throat. He was nowhere too big to handle—the perfect suckable size, really—and she devoured him, her throat working, tears still leaking out of the corners of her bleary eyes.

“You're gonna swallow my cum, you fucking little slut!”

Her pussy throbbed at his words and she shoved her fingers up inside, fucking herself as she let him use her mouth. She was so close, and the feel of him swelling, the low grunting noises he made as he arched into her throat, pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

“Take it!” He gagged her with his cock, shooting cum so far back into her throat she had to struggle not to choke on it. Lindsey closed her eyes and swallowed, nudging her clit the last little bit toward her own climax. It shuddered through her as she licked the head of him, moaning and teasing the last bit of hot, white stuff from the tip.

She licked her lips, watching him struggle to pull up his pants. He stood to zip up, glancing down at her with a sigh.
“You're going home, you know.”

“
Yep.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood, hitching up her shorts and sitting in the chair next to his desk again. “What am I getting suspended for today?”

He sat at his desk, pulling out the yellow pre-printed pad that he wrote suspensions up on. Stopping with his pen poised above it, he cocked his head at her.
“Fighting?”

“
I can live with that.” She snapped her gum. It tasted like his cum

“
Three days.” He tore the slip off and handed it to her. “Please try to behave yourself when you come back.”

She grinned, shoving the slip into her backpack.
“I'll try.” Out in the lobby, the secretary gave her a dirty look, but Lindsey didn't pay any attention. The recruiter—Zach—was gone. Her stomach gave a little disappointed lurch, but then she remembered that he had her number.

He'll call.

Of course he would. Who wouldn't?

Chapter Four

The look on her stepfather’s face when Zach came to pick her up would have made the whole night worth it, even if the rest of it hadn’t gone as well as it did. Lindsey wasn’t quite ready, and he was early—something she hadn’t planned for at all. The doorbell rang just as she was tucking the tail ends of her sheer black lace blouse into her blue jean miniskirt—ends she would later tie up to expose her midriff, after she was out of the house, of course. When she heard her stepfather say, “I’ll get it,” Lindsey bolted for the stairs.

“
That’s okay, it’s for me!” Her high heels clattered on the linoleum as she slid into the kitchen, grabbing her purse from the table and surprising her mother standing at the sink doing the dinner dishes. Lindsey knew she was going to be too late, and she was. Her stepfather was saying something about the Watchtower, and then she heard Zach say her name.

“
I’ll be home by curfew.” Lindsey edged by her stepfather, smiling at Zach who stood tall in the porch light. No navy whites tonight—just jeans and a soft gray shirt.

“
Lindsey? Is everything—” Her mother paused at the doorway, the dish towel she was drying her hands with stopping as she saw Zach standing on the porch. “Oh. Hello.”

“
Hello, Mrs. Anderson.” Zach gave her what Lindsey would call a parent-placating smile. He’d obviously been taking notes when she talked to him on the phone earlier. “I’m taking Lindsey over to the Palladium to see Kenny Wayne Shepard. We’ll be back no later than one.”

Lindsey saw her parents exchange uneasy glances. She rolled her eyes, knowing they were entirely too politically correct to object, but that she would hear all about it later.
“Yes, that’s right, I’m going on a date with a nee-gro.” She turned her face up to Zach, whose eyebrows raised slightly at her words. “This is the new millennium, okay? Just remember it could be worse—he could be from another planet or something.”

“
How do you know I’m not?” Zach was laughing. She could feel it when she pressed back against him, urging him down the steps with her body. Her stepfather’s face was twisted between fear and rage, and she rather liked the look—not that she hadn’t seen it before or anything. She grabbed Zach’s hand, and noticed how it swallowed her own as she pulled him toward the car parked on the curb.

“
Nice ride.” She laughed out loud when he opened the passenger side of the black Camaro for her, glancing back and waving at her parents, still standing shell-shocked in the doorway. “You don’t have to lay it on
that
thick! They’re not going to like you, no matter what you do.”

Lindsey tossed her purse in and followed it, flipping down the visor and putting on lip gloss as Zach went around to his side. The car smelled like oranges and sandalwood, and was absolutely spotless. He put the key in the ignition and started the car
. Cold air blew over her face. When he pulled his seatbelt over, he glanced at her.

“
Strap in.” He nodded toward her belt.

Lindsey made a face, rubbing her full, glossy lips together.
“I live dangerously.”

“
Not with me, you don’t.” Zach reached over her for the seatbelt. His body was warm, and his breath sweet, she noticed, as he clicked her belt into place.

“
I thought a Navy boy would be a little more adventurous!” she scoffed, flipping the visor up as he put the car into gear. Her parents were still standing in the doorway. She wondered for a moment what they were saying—but really, she already knew. It thrilled her.

“
Gotta draw a line somewhere.” Zach pulled slowly away from the house, glancing in his rearview mirror. “So, tell me—what percentage of you decided to go out with me tonight based on the fact that I’m black?”

Lindsey shook her head, giving him a sly smile as she fished a pack of gum out of her purse.
“Don’t flatter yourself. It was the Shepard tickets that hooked me from the start. The black thing was just a nice bonus.”

“
And here I thought it was my witty charm and incredibly good looks.” He snorted, flashing a bright smile.

“
They didn’t hurt ya.” She winked as she crumpled the stick of gum into her mouth, wadding the wrapper and putting it in the little bag hanging from the cigarette lighter.

He glanced over at her as she pulled her shirt out of her skirt.
“Neither did yours.”

“
Gotta accentuate the positive.” Lindsey unbuttoned the bottom of her black lace shirt, tying the ends up tight under her little breasts, making them look fuller. Her bra was black under the sheer blouse and she considered taking it off and stowing it in her purse, but thought that might be too risqué, even for the Palladium. “So what do you think?”

Zach’s eyes moved over her as she turned to him, holding out her arms as if to say,
“taa-daa!” He shook his head, smiling. “Isn’t that skirt a little long for you?”

She tugged at the hem, which didn’t come to her slim mid-thigh.
“Are you kidding?”

“
Well, if those shorts you were wearing when I met you are any indication of your usual taste in clothes… ”

She grinned.
“Yeah, well… those are my ‘come-fuck-me’ shorts.”

“
Is that so?” Zach slowed the car to a stop at a red light, turning to look at her more fully. “So since you’re not wearing them tonight… ?”

“
Oh, don’t worry.” Lindsey moved toward him in her seat. “You’ll get compensated well for the tickets, I promise. This might not be as short, but it
is
easier access… see?” She put her knee up, flashing him a view of her sheer black panties.

“
Is that why you think I asked you out?”

She smirked.
“Why else? I’m not stupid.”

“
Do all your dates go quid pro quo?” Zach frowned as Lindsey swung her legs forward again.

“
More like quim pro quo.” She gave a short, sharp laugh, putting the pack of gum back in her purse. “Oh… did you want some?” He shook his head, his eyes on hers in the dimness. Behind them a car horn honked and Lindsey glanced up, noticing the light had turned green. “Um… I think you can… ya know, go?”

Zach sighed, pulling away from the light, his eyes back on the road.
“I want you to know that I didn’t ask you out to have sex with you.”

The silence that filled the car made Lindsey feel like she couldn’t breathe. She wanted to open the window and stick her head out.
Instead, she snapped her gum and pressed her warm forehead to the cool glass, watching the buildings whiz by. He didn’t say anything else, and she had the feeling she was supposed to respond, but she didn’t know how.

“
You really want to know why I asked you to come with me tonight?” His eyes flicked over to her—she felt his gaze but didn’t turn. Instead, she fogged the glass further with her breath, drawing the outline of a face sticking its tongue out, and didn’t answer him. “Because you still put money in those little machines when you go into the grocery store.”

She laughed—she couldn’t help it.
“You’re weird.”

“
We’re here.” Zach parked and pocketed his keys. “Still wanna go in?”

“
Why wouldn’t I?” She made a face, wrinkling her nose at him. “This is Kenny Wayne Shepard we’re talking about!”

“
Yeah, okay.” He grinned. “Come on, let’s go.”

She took his hand as they worked their way through the crowd, and he smiled down at her, giving her fingers a squeeze. The bald guy who took their ticket stub raised a studded eyebrow at her skirt, or lack thereof, giving her a wink as she edged through the turnstile. Zach saw the exchange and stepped quickly through the gate, taking her hand again and leading her into the venue.

“You want anything?” He nodded toward the concessions and Lindsey shook her head, so they went down the stairs toward the stage.

“
How close are we?” They just kept getting nearer and nearer to the stage and Lindsey glanced back, amazed at the number of seats behind them.

Zach checked the tickets.
“Front row, nearly center.”

“
You’re kidding me!” Her jaw dropped and she gripped his hand in hers. “They must have cost you a fortune!”

He shrugged, showing the tickets to a security guard before steering her down the front row.
“They were worth it.”

Lindsey couldn’t believe how close they were and she turned to Zach, feeling his warmth as they sat, their thighs brushing. She knew her intuition was right, even before she asked the question.
“You didn’t have these tickets when you asked me out, did you?”

“
No.” He grinned and winked. “But I do now.”

“
Last minute, front row center seats… ” She gave a low whistle. Then she frowned up at him, her eyes narrowing. “And you’re telling me you didn’t ask me out for sex?”

“
Yep.” He squeezed her hand again, his eyes on hers. His gaze made her feel warm, and every time he looked at her like that, it felt like something broke open in her chest. “That’s what I’m telling you.”

“
Why should I believe you?”

“
Why shouldn’t you?”

Lindsey’s eyes rolled.
“I can think of about a million reasons.”

“
Can you think of one reason to trust me?”

She thought of the way he looked at her, how he was with her parents, and what he said tonight in the car.
“Maybe.”

“
Hang onto that one.” He squeezed her hand again and smiled.

In spite of what past experience had taught her, that’s just what she did.

* * * *

Zach turned down the radio, talking over the whistle of the wind coming in through the t-tops that Lindsey had insisted he take off on the way home. Her hands were dancing in the breeze, her body still swaying to the music.

“Do you have I.D. on you?” He nudged her, getting her full attention.

“
I’m not twenty-one,” she reminded him and then grinned. “But I think I still have a fake I.D. in my wallet from last year that says I am.”

He shook his head, smiling.
“No—real I.D. Something that says you’re eighteen?”

“
Driver’s license do?” She fished her purse off the floor.

“
Yep.” He took a sharp right turn, away from the direction of her house. She smiled, shaking her head. In spite of what he’d said, she was pretty sure they were headed somewhere private. During the concert, he had looked at her the way all guys do, with the heat of lust in his eyes when she ground her hips back against him as she danced. She had felt his response against her behind, in the way he gripped her hips, and she loved it.

But she thought she’d at least play along.
“Why do you ask?”

“
I want to show you something.” He steered the car down a long, curving road. There were no houses and not even much foliage exposed by the low headlights sweeping around a turn.

“
I bet you do.” She couldn’t help her smile, and felt a familiar warmth in her lower belly. She didn’t mind that they were going somewhere—she’d been a little disappointed when he claimed he didn’t want to have sex.

He smiled back, shaking his head.
“It’s not what you think.”

“
Uh-huh.” She tossed her gum out the window and found her wallet in her little purse, taking out her I.D. “Is this what you wanted?”

“
Thanks.” He took her license and slid it above the visor, using one hand to steer while he dug into his back jean pocket for his wallet. Lindsey frowned, seeing a sign flash by on her right that she just missed reading. She didn’t miss the next one though:
Air National Guard Base.

“
Uhhhh… ” Her belly felt even tighter now, and she swallowed hard. “Where are we going?”

“
You’ll see.” Zach stopped at a white, well-lit booth with a long crossbar in front, keeping cars from entering without stopping first.

Lindsey stared, wide-eyed, at the gun strapped to the man’s hip as he leaned his uniformed head down to the window.
“How can I help you tonight?”

Zach handed their I.D.s over.
“Visiting a friend. Colonel Pullman.”

The uniformed guard looked at their I.D.s one at a time, and then leaned in to take a look at Lindsey. She felt his eyes moving over her in the darkness, something she would usually relish, but tonight she found it disquieting.

“All right, lieutenant.” The man handed their I.D.s back with a nod, writing something on a clipboard. “Have a good night.”

“
Thanks. You, too.” Zach waited for the crossbar to go up, and then edged the car slowly forward.

“
We’re visiting a friend of yours?” Lindsey frowned, craning her neck back to look at the guard. She had goose bumps on her arms in spite of the warmth of the night.