Unknown - The willing Usherette

Kathy hadn't said a word to her when she finally appeared from behind the screen and staggered up the stairs to the lounge. Consumed by curiosity she'd followed the older girl and watched while Kathy stripped her wrinkled uniform away and used paper towels to scrub at the stains covered her firm, up tilted breasts.

As worried and shocked as she was, Betsy was still aware of the tingle that she felt deep in her belly when she looked at the saucy, still stiff nipples that grew up from the firm globes of the seventeen-year-old's breasts and for a moment she wondered ff Grace had taken her home too?

Did she do that? Did she take her home and put her on her bed so that she could suck and lick at her the way that she did with me? Betsy felt the evil flicker of jealousy burning in her before she realized what she was doing to herself. For the first time the little girl understood what had been happening to her since she came to the Majestic and that realization shook her to the core!

The little girl trembled when she imagined what it would be like if she were caught in the mess that she saw brewing here. Julia would be so shocked and hurt and how would she feel about herself if everyone knew the awful things that she'd been doing since she came to work here?

Of course it wasn't as simple as all that. Betsy still wasn't certain how she felt about her mother now. After seeing and hearing her with Dave Henry her vision of her mother was blurred and unsettled. But the idea of having it known what she had been doing made Betsy's mind up for her. The pretty little girl could see the sneering, knowing looks that her friends would give her and the idea of having to talk to the police about what had happened was too awful to even think about!

I'll quit. We'll just have to do without all the extra money, Betsy told herself as she turned away from the lounge door and headed for Mr. Simpson's office door. They're all crazy, I'm not going to be here when the trouble starts!!

There was no doubt in Betsy's mind about what she was going to do when she knocked on Newton's door, then barged in without waiting for an answer. She was going to quit and she was going to make sure that she didn't let him touch her while she talked to him!

"Mr. Simpson? I have to talk to you about something imp…" Betsy stopped in mid-sentence because the theater manager wasn't alone in his office. Another man sat across from the desk, a handsome older man with distinguished graying hair. He was wearing a beautifully tailored suit.

Betsy began to tremble and tried to back out of the door. But instead of being angry, Mr. Simpson smiled at her and motioned for her to come to his desk. The little girl was too surprised and off balance to refuse. After a moment's hesitation she stepped back into the office and shyly approached the desk. "See? I told you that she was nice. You don't have to worry about me, I know how to pick my staff."

The man on the other side of the desk nodded in answer to Newt's boast and calmly eyed Betsy from head to toe. The slim little girl saw the heat and the interest in the older man's eyes and shivered. She didn't want him to touch her. She wanted to leave and never come back, but there was something about the other man, something that rattled her completely. He looked just like her daddy!!

"Come here, baby," the older man said in a low voice. "I want a better look at you." His voice even sounded like Daddy's! The little girl wanted to cry as she slowly moved towards the graying man's outstretched hand.

"Betsy… this is… uh, Mr. Baker, Harold Baker," Newton mumbled as Betsy took the man's hand. The slim little usherette knew that Baker wasn't really his name, but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was go closer to him and see if he still reminded her of her dead father.

"Mr. Baker is in charge of the Majestic and… other places for the company," Newton said softly. "I was just telling him how… good you are at your job and how… worthwhile you'll be to us soon."

For the first time Betsy understood. She realized that the wasn't talking about the movie house. He was talking about the men who came to the film club and what went on in the bed behind the screen. She wondered where they would put her cot, when she was ready, in the dressing room?

Despite her understanding, the little girl wasn't upset. She stared into Mr. Baker's eyes and felt that warm, gushing feeling in her pussy.

He was just like Daddy and now she realized something, something that had been hidden from her all those years. She wished that Mr. Baker was Daddy, because she knew what he wanted from her and she knew that she wanted him to have it! It would have been so exciting if Daddy had wanted her like that!!

"Do you like working for us, honey? Now that you've been here for a while, do you think that you'd like to stay with us?"

Here was her chance. Betsy knew that all she would have to do was tell him that she wanted to leave and she could do it. But when the pretty little girl stared deep into the handsome, gray haired man's eyes no words came to her.

Mr. Baker smiled at Betsy and gently pulled her closer. His fingers felt warm and gentle on the bare flesh of her wrist and when they started to move up her arm all she could do was tremble with anticipation.

"You are a pretty girl, that's good. A pretty girl can do well with us, she can have fun and make a lot of money at the same time. Do you like that idea, little girl?"

Betsy shuddered and watched as Mr. Baker's hand tightened around her elbow and he used his gnp to gently pull her up on his lap. Newton Simpson coughed and started to get up from his chair, but Mr. Baker used his free hand to motion him back.

"You don't have to leave, does he, honey? Why don't you make us all a drink, then we can call that other girl you have here and we'll have a short party up here."

The ice in her glass slid forward and clunked against her teeth. Betsy had just finished her drink in one big gulp, the way that Mr. Baker told her to. The pretty little usherette coughed and gasped for air when the fire of the whiskey exploded in her rummy.

It was her first experience with drinking and Betsy had just finished her second drink. "Ohhhh, it makes me feel… dizzy," Betsy murmured as she sat her empty glass down and leaned back against Mr. Baker's shoulder.

The pretty little girl could hear the man laugh and feel the vibrations against her spine. He'd taken off his suit coat – and she was even more aware of his body heat as the older man hugged her tight.

Betsy giggled. She could feel Mr. Baker's prick stirring and stiffening under her and she surprised herself with her own boldness when she wiggled her bottom against it. The slender little brunette heard the man behind her grunt and felt his big hand land on her bare thigh and start upward.

The office was dark. Newton had pulled the drapes and he was sitting across the room with Kathy. Betsy strained her eyes and saw that the theater manager clinched with the older girl, their arms were wrapped around each other as they kissed.

Betsy sighed and wiggled her bottom again. Just watching Kathy respond to Newt's touch was making her feel funny and soft inside. She'd forgotten how nice it was to be kissed by a man, to feel his stubble lightly scratch her face and taste the cigarette tobacco on his lips. Grace was nice and excited her, but the little girl realized that she needed more, at least some of the time.

Mr. Baker's hand was under her skirt, but it was moving too slow to suit Betsy and the slender little girl pulled the skirt up and jerked the leg band of her panties aside so that he could touch her.

"Ohhhhhh, you're learning fast," the handsome man who held her whispered. Betsy gasped and stiffened as he pressed a stiffened finger into the moist grip of her baby pussy. "Newton told me that he was the first inside of you, is that right?"