Unknown - The willing Usherette

The man was almost totally bald. Only a short cut fringe of stubble showed around the back of his head. His face was large and meaty, the nose and the lips thick and scary looking.

Her abductor didn't say a word as he started the car and pulled it out of the alley and into the afternoon traffic.

Betsy sat perfectly still, she wished that she could see someone she knew, but she wasn't sure what she could do if she did.

The big man didn't speak until they pulled out of the town and headed down a country road that led to the river. Then he turned his head and his dull gray eyes seemed to bore into her as he spoke.

"I saw you this morning… you may look like a pretty little girl but I know that you're a whore, just like that redhead!!"

Betsy didn't know how to react, she simply sat there and stared in amazement at the man.

"I was the one," the bald man said. When Betsy made no response he got angrier and reached out to slap at her bare knee. "I was the one behind you. I played with that tight little ass of yours when you sucked that kid off!!"

A wave of fear and horror washed over her and for a second Betsy considered jumping out of the moving car. But the man was one step ahead of her. He caught her by the wrist and roughly jerked her across the seat until she sat close to him.

Memories of those strange moments in the darkened theater haunted the frightened little girl. She remembered the shadow behind her and how good he'd made her feel. But in the theater was one thing. To be alone with him now was something else completely!

They were driving through the dark green of the trees by the river when the man pulled a hard left turn and pulled behind a large, leafy stand of trees. Looking around them, Betsy saw that there were no houses near and that anyone passing on the road wouldn't be able to see them and she became more frightened than ever!

"What do you… Why did you make me come out here?" The trembling little girl asked with a quaver in her voice. "I… I didn't do anything to you. Are you going to hurt me?"

The bald man made a growling sound in his throat, but he didn't look at her. He sat very still staring at his hands as they gripped his steering wheel. His silence frightened Betsy as much as his violent talk.

At last the man let go of the wheel and turned to her.

Betsy saw a wild, unreasoning light gleaming in the man's eyes.

"All my life! All my life, dirty, seducing little girls have been around me! I try not to see you, I try not to go to see those dirty movies, but I can't stop it!" The big man's lips moved again but no sound came out.

His eyes had dropped away from hers and Betsy was sure that she could feel them crawling over her exposed legs and the rest of her tender body.

"I wasn't trying to… I mean it was a mistake… I don't do things like that all the time. I was just…" There was no way for her to finish her sentence. Betsy couldn't think of the words to explain what he'd seen, much less the way that she'd reacted when he touched her in the dark like that. "What… what are you going to do to me?"

For the first time the man smiled and at the same time he reached out and put an arm around Betsy's shaking shoulders. "I should kill you," the man whispered in her ear. "But I won't! I'm weak and I want to… touch you and… do things."

His voice had softened and so had his expression and, for the first time since he'd grabbed her in the alley, Betsy began to relax and catch a hold of the fear that was raging and ringing inside of her.

"I… You didn't have to be so rough," the litlle girl whispered, doing her best to soothe the big man. "I might have… come with you if you'd asked me, nice." Betsy saw the doubt in the big man's eyes and she hurried on. "What's your name? I'd really like to know."

The hulking man smiled at her, then nodded his head as he patted her on the knee. "My name is Rufus, Rufus Bailey… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you but when I meet a pretty girl like you, one who… does things, I get all confused and…" He couldn't finish either, the big man shrugged helplessly and smiled at Betsy again.

The slim little girl returned the smile. She wasn't relaxed or calm yet but her panic had died and the wild, unreasoning fear that she'd experienced was fading rapidly. The pretty little girl boldly looked the big man up and down and what she saw was exciting, in a scary sort of way.

Rufus was big, but he wasn't fat. Each time that he moved, Betsy could see his large, bulky muscles move and flex under his thin shirt and wash softened jeans. He worked and, from the looks of his muscles and the deep tan that he wore, the little girl guessed that he worked outside.

She wasn't sure why she did it but there was something about the lost, confused way that Rufus talked that appealed to Betsy. Boldly she reached out and pressed her small hand against his bulging bicep.

"I know how you feel," the pretty little girl whispered. "Sometimes I get all confused about… things like that too." She hadn't meant to do it, but as she whispered to the big man Betsy's eyes had dropped from his face, to the fly of his jeans. When she saw his prick stir and jump under the near white denim, a lovely, hot tingling sensation flamed back to life between her slender thighs!

"I… wouldn't have hurt you…" Rufus Bailey mumbled. He had his large head down and Betsy couldn't see his face. But somehow the little girl knew instinctively that he would have if she'd fought him. "It's just that you're so… pretty and make me feel… nice!"

He was getting a hard-on.

Betsy stared in awed fascination as the outline of the bald man's huge cock rose under his jeans and strained at the soft fabric! The little girl suddenly felt calm and in control of herself. She gave the man a warm smile and inched a little closer to him.

"You… made me feel… nice during that movie. You made me… do it. Do you understand what I mean?" Rufus' head was still down, but the pleased smile on his thick lips was easy to see.

Betsy felt like giggling but she held it back. She didn't want Rufus to think that she was laughing at him.

"You said that you brought me out here to… do things. Do you still want to?" Betsy was shocked by her own boldness but the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

The big man lifted his head and stared at her. For a moment the pretty little girl saw the flames of anger and frustration in his dull eyes, but gradually the anger died and in its place she saw a shy, uncertain question. She wasn't so afraid now. Betsy playfully pressed her bare knee against his, "What were you going to do to me?"

Rufus Bailey was confused. But he still knew his mind. The big man grinned and pulled Betsy close with the arm that he'd already draped over her shoulders.

"I wanted to make you… make those sounds again," the big man admitted shyly. "It made me feel good when you came like that. It made me feel like I was doing the right things."

She liked the feel of the big man's hands on her shoulder. Using the feminine instincts that were born in her, she relaxed and let Rufus pull her close to him. The balding man's other hand hovered over Betsy's bare legs and the pretty little girl felt wild and careless when she caught it and boldly pressed it up under her short little skirt.

"You aren't supposed to scare girls," the slender child said in a low voice. "You're supposed to be nice to them and touch them in places that make them feel good."

The big man stared at Betsy in mute surprise.

His apparent helplessness made Betsy feel bolder and more sure of herself. "I might like you… if you were nice to me. I could like you a lot if you promised that you wouldn't hurt me or scare me."

Betsy could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. She stared at the big man apprehensively and waited to see what effect she was having on him.