Taken As Payment - Lost Innocence (2 page)

             
She never told her mom that that was the reason for her not sleeping in the same bed as her. She usually used the excuse that it would be too hot for both of them crammed in the same small bed. Although it was off the floor unlike Sarah’s own bed, her mother’s bed had still been small. Sleep eventually came to Sarah, despite her discomfort and worries. She would have whole new things to worry about in the afternoon to come.

             
When she woke the next morning she fed her mother and was soon off to work. As usual she was running a little late but as long as she did not miss the bus, things would be okay. She was soon dressed and out the door. It was not until she was stepping onto the bus which she would have missed if she was but a second later that she had realized she had forgotten her lunch. She cursed herself and dreaded the long day ahead. She had no spare change to go at the vending machines in the lobby of her work. Sarah did not feel like asking anyone for their spare change so that she could eat. Everyone at work had already thought Sarah as poor. Although it may have been true, she still did not enjoy people thinking such things about her. Sarah sighed as the bus pulled to a stop near her building and she got out.

             
The morning felt as if it had gone on forever. This was due to Sarah dreading the meeting with Mr. Anderson and the fact that she was very hungry now. Mr. Anderson would be out of his office until after lunch. It had felt as if fate was torturing Sarah just for the fun of it. When the time finally did come around, her thoughts started racing and Sarah started getting more and more nervous. Her shaken nerves did not help her empty stomach and she felt as if she were going to be sick. She had to suck it up, however, she could not afford to get sick now. When she had seen that Mr. Anderson was finally back in his office, she went over and put her hand on his door. She paused unexpectedly, realizing just now what she was going to agree to do. She had to do it, she had reminded herself. It was for her mother after all. How bad could it be, anyway? Even if Mr. Anderson was an asshole, she had often heard her coworkers talking about how much they had enjoyed sex. Sarah took a deep breath and finally went inside of Mr. Anderson’s office. He was sitting at his desk, messing with files. He glanced up, saw it was Sarah, and then looked back down to his papers.

             
“Sarah, did you help your mother out yesterday?” he had asked.

             
“Yes, I did,” she had said sheepishly “thank you for letting me go home early.”

             
“It is not something I would let just anyone do now, girl,” Mr. Anderson had said, flipping through more of his papers.

             
“I… I understand that, Mr. Anderson,” she had said, starting to look down at her feet.

             
“So did you think about our little agreement,” Mr. Anderson had asked.

             
“Yes… Yes I did,” she had said with a small peep.

             
“So what do you say,” Mr. Anderson had asked as he looked over more papers.

             
“I will do it,” she had said.

             
“That is great…” he had said, not really taking in what he was hearing right away “that is just… wait… You will?”

             
“Yes,” she had said with a sigh “I will do whatever it takes to better help my mother. If that means being your… being your mistress, then so be it.”

             
Mr. Anderson finally looked up from his papers. He removed his glasses and sat them down on his desk. He clearly did not think that this shy girl would really become his little sex toy for a loan and extra vacation time. He was just jerking the girl around, trying to get a rise out of her and scare her straight. He did not think that this cute, shy and unassuming young lady would ever succumb to his perverted fantasies. At first Mr. Anderson was taken aback and then he quickly realized just what a jackpot he had accidently found himself in. Sarah was very cute, far out of his league anyway. She was way hotter than his wife had ever been, and he certainly was not getting any from her these days anyway. He did not expect that he would really have to pay up on his end of the bargain for Sarah, never believing she would take it.

             
It would be well worth it, however. What was a few dollars and some under the table vacation time if it meant he got to have sex with such a good looking and innocent young lady? Yes, Mr. Anderson had suddenly found himself quite the lucky man indeed. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. A smile crept across Mr. Anderson’s face. He licked his lips and narrowed his eyes at Sarah.

             
“So you will do it, eh?” he had asked, almost chuckling.

             
“Yes, sir, Mr. Anderson,” she had said, looking back down at her feet.

             
He loved how shy she had been. She was going to be a lot of fun to fool with.

             
“That is good news,” he had said “now obviously, this will have to remain between us.”

             
“Obviously,” she had said “I would also rather not anyone know.”

             
“Good, good,” he had said.

             
“Uh… Mr. Anderson, I do have one… problem, however,” she had said.

             
“What problem is that, Sarah?” he had asked, thinking that maybe she was going to back out after all.

             
“It is just that… It is just… I am… I am a virgin, you see,” she had said with a blush growing over her face “I do not know how good of a… of a mistress I will be.”

             
“Oh is that all?” he had said with an evil smile “Do not worry about that. I will teach you everything you need to know.”

             
That did not necessarily make Sarah feel much better about what was going to happen. Suddenly a hunger pang shot through her stomach with an exceptionally loud gurgle.

             
“Oh, excuse me,” she had said with a blush.

             
“Did you eat lunch?” he had asked, raising an eyebrow.

             
“I… I forgot my lunch,” she had said, even more embarrassed now, after all, what kind of adult forgets their lunch and not have any money to get something on the go?

             
“That is unfortunate,” Mr. Anderson had said, and then he had an idea.

             
He reached into his desk drawer and produced two bananas. He sat them on his desk.

             
“My doctor wants me to eat more potassium,” he had said “but I think I can spare a couple of these.”

             
“Oh, thank you, Mr. Anderson,” Sarah had said.

             
“Do not thank me just yet,” he had said with a sinister grin “this is going to be the first act as my mistress. Please have a seat.”

             
Sarah was confused. What the hell could Mr. Anderson have her do while she was eating?

             
“I want you to eat those two bananas right here,” he had said “but do it slowly.”

             
Sarah raised an eyebrow and shrugged her shoulders. She picked up the first banana and peeled its skin back. She took a nibble out of the tip.

             
“No, no,” Mr. Anderson had said while shaking his head “put more in your mouth.”

             
Sarah did as he commanded, sliding more of the banana into her mouth.

             
“Suck on it, do not bite it,” he had said.

             
Sarah felt confused, but still did as Mr. Anderson had asked. Her lips closed around the phallic fruit and she started to suck on it. After a moment it broke off in her mouth and she had no choice but to consume it.

             
“Alright, that is enough of that for now,” Mr. Anderson had said.

             
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar bill. He tossed it with the remaining banana.

             
“Get yourself something to eat and then come back to my office once you are finished, okay, Sarah?” Mr. Anderson had asked “Then we will begin your real work.”

             
After she had swallowed the large chunk of fruit in her mouth, she nodded.

             
“Yes, sir, Mr. Anderson,” she had said “thank you sir.”

             
He waved his hand and went back to his business. Training this girl was going to be tough but he was still sure he would have lots of fun with her. Sarah left his office after taking the money but leaving the spare banana. Mr. Anderson scooped it up and ate it himself, eager for when she returned to his office and hoping she would still not back out of the deal. He got himself far too worked up now. Thankfully he did not have to wait too long. Sarah was eager to get the first deed done, mainly so she knew what to expect in the future. She came back into his office, well fed now and her stomach pangs gone and forgotten.

             
“Did you have a good lunch?” Mr. Anderson had asked.

             
“Yes, sir, thank you,” she had said.

             
“Good, now we can start with the real fun,” he had said, leaning forward on his desk “go and make sure my office door is locked.”

             
Sarah turned around and checked. No one was going to accidently barge in on them.

             
“It is locked, sir,” she had said.

             
“Good, now take off those clothes,” he had said.

             
Sarah nodded, a little shocked at how up front Mr. Anderson was. She wondered if all men just ordered their girlfriends and wives to strip. Sarah started to unbutton her sweater and she pulled it off, hanging on the back of the chair in front of Mr. Anderson’s desk. She pulled off her t-shirt next, leaving only a white bra between Mr. Anderson and her small supple breasts. Her face was bright pink. She started to reach behind her to take off her bra and then thought better of it. Instead she pulled off her skirt so that she was now down to her bra and panties. It was cold in the office.

             
“Mmm, you have a nice little body on you, Sarah,” Mr. Anderson had said.

             
“Uh… thank you,” she had said.

             
“Now come on, lose the rest,” he had ordered “do not leave me hanging.”

             
Sarah took a deep breath and then reached behind her again. She unclasped her bra and pulled it off with one hand, while covering her breasts with the other. Sarah dropped the bra to the floor.

             
“Come on and move your arm, you have to get over it or this deal will never work,” Mr. Anderson had said.

             
Sarah nodded, finally moving her arm away from her body. Her breasts were perky and very nice. Her nipples were small and pink and just begging to be sucked on.

             
“Now lose those panties,” he had said, licking his lips.

             
Sarah nodded again and slowly pulled her panties down her slender legs. Mr. Anderson could see her pink snatch and it was driving him crazy. She had a small patch of pubic hair just above it that he desperately wanted to run his fingers through. She kicked her panties to the side and stood before Mr. Anderson feeling more vulnerable than ever. She could not bring herself to look at Mr. Anderson in the eyes. Her face felt as if it were burning up. She started biting her lower lip, something she had often did when she was extremely nervous and it was turning Mr. Anderson on all the more.

             
“Mmm, a very nice body indeed,” he had said “you are a sexy young lady. I am surprised that you are still a virgin.”

             
Sarah did not know what to make of that.

             
“Now sit down on that chair,” he had said “and spread your legs for me.”

             
Sarah sat down, feeling so humiliated, but what choice did she have in the end? She opened her slender legs slowly, never before doing such a thing for anyone. She looked away and Mr. Anderson leaned over his desk to get a better view of her virgin pussy.

             
“Now touch it,” he had said, just over a whisper.

             
“Touch it?” she had asked.

             
“Touch your pussy, Sarah,” he had said “have some fun for me.”

             
Sarah was even more embarrassed, never having someone talk about her girl parts in such a way. She never remembered masturbating before and here Mr. Anderson was saying she had to do it in front of him. She bit her lip and put her hand between her legs. Her fingers found the tip of her opening and she started to rub it gently. It was not doing anything for her but it was obviously turning Mr. Anderson on something fierce. He was practically leaping over his desk. He finally stood up and came around in front and sat on the edge of his desk.