Unknown - The willing Usherette

"Ooooooo, harder!" The lovely little brunette cooed in the panting man's ear. "Do it harder for me!!" Newton Simpson groaned and then laughed happily when he felt her small pussy tighten around his wilting cock and fight to keep it hard and stuffed deep inside of her.

"What's the matter with you, chick? Come back here with me and we can have some fun."

Betsy made a small whimpering sound deep in her throat and twisted free of Rick's hand. The pretty brunette stared at the head usher for a moment. She was tired, sore and more than a little sick and the idea of going behind the screen with him made her flesh crawl with revulsion!

"No! I… I don't want to do that," Betsy hissed. Before the surprised head usher could answer her, she'd spun around and was hurrying up the main aisle. The movie would be over in a few minutes and she'd be able to get away from the Majestic!

She'd barely made it into the lobby when another thought stopped Betsy dead in her tracks. When the movie let out, where could she go? Betsy was sure that Mr. Henry would be with her mother if she went home and she didn't feel up to seeing her mother with a man, not after what had happened to her today!

The nervous little girl was so lost in thought that she didn't see Grace Borden coming up behind her. Betsy gasped and jumped when the older woman stepped behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey! Take it easy, I didn't mean to frighten you."

Betsy began to tremble and before she could stop herself the pretty little girl started to cry.

"Honey, are you all right? What happened?"

Instantly Grace went to her and cuddled Betsy in her arms. The slender twelve-year-old shuddered when the woman's large breasts pressed against her face but she felt so warm and so safe like this that she couldn't bring herself to try to get away.

"Ohhhh, Mrs. Borden… I… I'm so confused!!" It gushed out of her. The pretty child let it all out. Betsy was so distraught and ashamed that she couldn't look the older woman in the eyes. She pressed her tear stained face against Grace's pillowy globes and told her every foul, exciting detail of what had happened to her since she walked into the Majestic looking for a job. When she was finished she was amazed to feel the blonde hug her tighter. She had expected horror and rejection!

"Awwww, honey," Grace said in a soft voice. "You've really been put through the mill, haven't you?" Grace paused for a few seconds, then she led Betsy to a stool behind the candy counter. "You stay here with me until closing, then we'll decide what we're going to do with you."

Betsy felt better. She still couldn't bring herself to meet the older woman's eyes, but she felt safe and protected with her near.

Rick closed and locked the front doors after the last patron. He turned and looked like he was going to say something to Betsy but Grace stepped between them and must have given him a warning look because the handsome young man sneered and walked away, leaving them alone.

"All right, let's get organized," Grace said with a smile as she snapped out the lights and cleaned out the popcorn machine. "Do you want me to take you home or… would you like to spend the night with me?"

Betsy was taken by surprise. She didn't know what to say and her shock must have been apparent on her face because Grace grinned and explained. "I just thought that you could tell your mother you were staying with a girl who works here. It wouldn't be a lie and that way you could avoid your situation at home and get a chance to calm down."

There was no traffic and Grace was able to speed down the streets as they headed for her apartment. Betsy felt a small, flickering flame of anger and resentment still burning inside of her whenever she thought about her quick conversation with her mother.

"She doesn't care about me anymore! She jumped at the chance to get rid of me for a night," the little girl told herself. "All she wants to do is ball all night and not have me to bother her!"

Betsy wasn't exactly certain why she was angry. She was relieved that she wouldn't have to go home tonight, but still she wished that her mother had shown a little more concern. Betsy wished that Julia hadn't been so eager to get rid of her like that.

"Well, here we are, darling. Sit down and relax." Grace smiled and motioned toward a couch. "I'll get some fresh towels so that you can take a nice, long, soothing shower."

Betsy was surprised. Grace didn't live in a real apartment. It was more like a small, secluded bungalow in a heavily landscaped park. She didn't know what she had expected, but the pretty child was impressed by how nice the little house looked and how expensive and tasteful the furnishings were. Betsy was still looking around the room when she heard footsteps and looked up in surprise to see Grace, dressed in a bathrobe, waiting for her.

The older woman's voice sounded deeper and softer when she spoke again. "Come on. A hot shower can do wonders for the kind of pains that you have."

A confused warning tingle ran up and down Betsy's spine, but she ignored it and slowly got to her feet then joined the attractive blonde in the doorway.

Betsy began to relax the second that they passed through the door to the bathroom. The lights were soft, the room was painted a muted pink, and the total effect was warm and soothing.

Grace slipped an arm around the pretty little girl's shoulders and began to talk quietly to Betsy as she undressed her. "Poor baby, you're so young. You shouldn't have to deal with men like Newt Simpson or that junior stud Rick for a long time yet."

The top of her uniform was loose, but Betsy hardly noticed that it was being removed. She was relaxing under the healing flow of words.

"Ohhhh, look at you! You're just a baby," Grace sighed. "He bruised your pretty little nubbins!"

The blonde stood so close that her perfume filled Betsy's head, dulling her response when a warm, gentle hand cupped and fondled her firm, cupcake-sized breasts. "Men are rough, honey. You'll just have to expect them to be rough with you." Grace purred and whispered and Betsy shivered when the woman's expert fingers found her pink nipple buds and twisted and tweaked them into hard little points.

"A pretty baby like you should be treated lovingly," Grace sighed. She unzipped the uniform skirt and let it fall down over Betsy's slim hips. "You should have someone who can love you and make you feel happy… there aren't many men who know how to do that for a girl."

Betsy knew that something was wrong, but she felt so relaxed and limp that she couldn't make her mind tell her what it was. She felt like a little child when Grace turned her around and knelt to pull both her uniform and panties down. She made no move to cover her naked sex. Grace gently pushed her backward and the pretty brunette sat down on the toilet cover and lifted one leg and then the other while the blonde pulled her panties down over her shoes and then removed the shoes.

Betsy was naked and she knew that Grace was staring at her, but somehow it didn't make her feel threatened. The older woman fiddled with the shower knobs until the water was just right.

The soothing sting of the water jets hit Betsy's face and her shoulders, sending cascades of warm water down her slim body. It felt so nice that Betsy began to smile. The glass shower door clicked and Betsy looked up just in time to see Grace shrug out of her robe and step into the shower beside her. It all seemed so natural that Betsy didn't mind when the blonde took the soap and washcloth.

Betsy peeked at Grace out of the corner of her eye. She was impressed. The woman's large breasts were still firm and round with only the faintest hint of a sag. Grace's belly was softly rounded and between her full, round thighs grew a thick patch of dark but natural blonde hair.