I guess I should have felt some sort of guilt but I didn’t. If anything, I felt exhilarated and I wanted to do it again. And I did. Over the next two weeks my boss became like my boyfriend. He would open doors for me. He would ask me nicely to do things. He drove me home to my foster parent’s house after work and picked me up there a few times. He didn’t have to do any of these things because I was technically an employee, in more than one way. First and foremost I served soft serve ice cream at an ice cream parlor where he was the boss and son of the owner. Secondly I was a . . . for lack of a better word, a prostitute. Well, maybe not a full blown prostitute; we could say entry level. We had come to an agreement where I would give him blowjobs for money. That was it. I think some would say that was plenty but we hadn’t done anything else. Since our arrangement started a little over two weeks ago, my boss had “purchased” my services no fewer than ten times. I think that number would have been higher if my foster parents would have allowed me to work the closing shift all fourteen days. Instead they felt that “a young lady shouldn’t be out late every night”. Had they known what I was doing the ten nights that I worked, I’m not sure they would have thought of me as a lady. Living with my foster parents wasn’t much of a bargain. They were only doing it for the money and now that I was eighteen and officially out of the foster program, they weren’t receiving money to take care of me anymore. I had to be careful about what I said and how I did things because they could kick me out of the only place I had to live. I had enough credits to graduate from high school but they wanted me to finish one more semester and graduate at the winter break. Until then I was just trying to survive. — I was scheduled to work a double shift because a lot of the staff had gone back to college and we were shorthanded. When I got to the ice cream parlor, my boss was white as a ghost and in a complete panic. “I need all the money back!” my boss announced as I was getting Escort Tunalı changed. “What? No,” I said with a confused look on my face. “I’m serious. I have to have all the money back. My dad came by this morning. He emptied the safe and took the books to close out the month. We’re short over two thousand dollars.” My boss’ father owned this ice cream parlor and a chain of them up and down the East coast. The parlors in the North and Mid-Atlantic would close at Labor Day and the ones in the South would stay open. My boss was scheduled to close our store in about a week and head down to Miami Beach. “No. You mean the money you were paying to . . .” I started to ask and stopped. “Yes. I need it now. My dad thinks we’ve been robbed or someone’s been skimming money.” “No. I earned that money. I’m not giving it back.” My boss started to get angrier and angrier. His face was turning red and he was moving closer to me. I tried to back away from him but he kept closing the gap between us as he screamed at me. “I need that fucking money. Go get it know you fucking little whore. I can get any bitch to suck my cock any fucking time I want. Now go get me my fuck. . .” “No! I earned that money. We had a deal and that’s it,” I countered rather aggressively. I wasn’t going to back down. That money was the most I ever had and I wasn’t going to give it up. “You can either give it back to me or you can explain how the money disappeared. My dad wants to talk to you,” my boss spat out. “Do you know where the office is?” “Why does he want to talk to me?” I asked rather meekly. “Because you worked most nights and that’s when I close the books. What are you going to say?” “I don’t know. I don’t even know what he’s going to ask me.” “Here’s the address. You better go now. He’ll be waiting. Don’t you say a word about this! Nothing! Not a single fucking word!” my boss barked at me. He opened the door and half pushed me out into the parking lot as I looked back at him slamming the door closed. I knew where the office was mainly because ulus escort it was the in the biggest house on the beach. I had walked by it dozens of times but I never knew that was where the office of the ‘soft server empire’ was. It was less an office and more and private estate on the beach with the Intracoastal Waterway behind the house and the ocean on the other. The house was bigger than anything I had ever seen before and at that point in my life I was sure it was bigger than anything I would ever own. It was about a mile walk from the ice cream parlor to the house. As is pretty typical for any day in August in North Carolina, it was about 100F degrees out. By the time I got to the house I had a pretty good sweat going and there was nothing I could do about it. I walked up to the front door, rang the doorbell and waited. A minute went by and nothing. I looked around and didn’t see any cars in the driveway and I didn’t see any life in the house. I rang the bell again. Nothing, no one came to the door. I rang the doorbell a third time halfheartedly and stepped down off the front porch. I followed the walk way around to the side of the house and called out. “Hello. Is anyone home?” Still nothing. I walked up to a gate that lead into the ocean side of the house and standing there on the deck was Mr. Keller. He was standing with his back to me, completely naked. He looked to be about six feet three inches tall with a very nice shape. His tan skin was glistening from the sun, reflecting on some water or lotion on his back. As my gaze moved down I could see his slender waist and firm buttocks. Finally as I lowered my eyes he was standing with his legs partially spread and I could see the shaft of his penis dangling in the gap between his spread legs. He was talking on the phone as he stood there and hadn’t heard me ring the bell. I quietly retreated and went back to the front door and rang the bell again. After a few more rings I decided to leave. I would call from down the street and try and make an appointment to see yenimahalle escort bayan him. I couldn’t help but smile as I was walking away when I thought about his body and his penis. He looked really nice. Fit but not too fit. Youthful without the shape of an eighteen year old. And his penis hanging between his legs. I giggled quietly thinking about it. “Amanda?” I faintly heard called out but it didn’t register. I kept walked down the walkway to the street. “Amanda?” I heard yelled and I stopped. The yell sounded just like my boss when he was yelling at me earlier just older. I stopped and trying to swallow my giggle as I turned around. Standing on the front porch was Mr. Keller in a long white robe. He was calling me and waving his arm in a gesture to come to him. I started walking to the front porch while brushing my sundress down to neaten it. The sweat made the material stick to my skin and my hair was probably starting to the transform due to “beach air explosion”. “Come in, come in,” Mr. Keller said while stepping to the side. His hand lightly touched my back as he showed me into the house. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Can I get you something? Sweet tea, water, soda?” Mr. Keller asked in a voice and tone that caught me off guard with its kindness. “No, sir. Thank you,” I replied. “I didn’t hear you come up. Where’s your car?” he asked with a genuine kindness in his tone. “I walked over, sir. It’s a nice day out,” I said. Without hesitation Mr. Keller lead me into the kitchen and got pitchers of sweet tea, lemonade, and water out of the refrigerator. He placed them on the counter and grabbed two glasses and placed them down in front of me. “What would you like?” Mr. Keller asked. “Water is fine. Thank you, sir.” As he poured the water he looked at me with a smile. Things weren’t going anything like what I had rehearsed in my head on the walk over. I was prepared to be yelled at and fired from the only job I ever had. I wasn’t going to say anything and take my secret with me. Instead Mr. Keller was being a very kind hearted person. One that was missing a couple thousand dollars but still he was being kind hearted. Mr. Keller led me into an office that over looked the ocean. It was massive, with wooden shelves loaded with books. Computer monitors were again a wall behind a large desk that sat in the middle of the room.