As Kelly drove to her brothel, her mind continued to dwell on her need to get off. After so much experience with men who already had their minds made up about what they wanted sexually, she was eager to have a young guy for whom everything was brand new.
As she approached the brothel, her eyes fell immediately upon a likely prospect. He looked to be about 18. He was fresh-faced, nice build, and handsome. He was obviously very shy. She could tell, because he kept walking back and forth in front of her brothel, pretending as if he was just hanging out, but trying to take in as much as he could each time he walked past the entrance. His face was bright red with embarassment.
Kelly had seen the type before. If she had to guess, she'd say that this boy was almost terminally horny, too shy to actually strike up a conversation with a girl, and trying to figure out whether he had enough money and courage to walk through those doors.
Kelly instantly came up with a plan. Pulling into the parking lot, she got out of the car, made sure the young stud was facing her direction, and then pretended to twist her ankle, and fell to the ground.
Sure enough, the guy ran to her aid, breathlessly asking if she was alright.
Now that he was within arm's reach, he looked even better. As handsome as he was, Kelly knew the only reason he would be coming to her place was because he lacked the self confidence to actually ask a girl out. She was sure he could have his pick of any girl if he would just pluck up the courage.
"I think I'm alright," Kelly said to him. "I feel so stupid, twisting my ankle like that!" She stood up and made a big show of limping dramatically.
"Would you be a sweetie and walk me inside? I'm afraid I'm a little unsteady."
The boy's eyes grew wide. "In there? Do you work there?"
Kelly refrained from grinning as she saw his eyes travel over her body. Now that the immediate danger had passed, he apparently became aware of the fact that he was talking to a beautiful, sexy woman.
"Actually, I own the place," Kelly said. She introduced herself, and learned through the boys stammering that his name is Jordan.
"Would you help me inside? That's where you were going, anyway, wasn't it?"
Jordan turned even redder and said, "Uh... I was just passing by. But yeah, I'll help you."
Kelly slipped her arm around Jordan and let her weight rest on him. She felt his muscular frame as he led her to the door, and she knew she must have him.
"Let's go through the side entrance," she said, shifting her position so Jordan could get a better look at her cleavage. She felt his body temperature rising, and she suspected it had very little to do with exercise.
Once inside, Kelly directed them to her office. Along the way, she noticed Jordan taking in every sight, particularly the scantilly-clad women who were on duty.
Once inside Kelly's office, she sat on the couch and asked Jordan to get a bottle of water for her and offered one to him, too. Coming back with the water, he sat on the end of the couch, as far from her as he could be.
Kelly was already wearing a very short skirt, and when she turned to face Jordan, she saw his eyes dancing between her face, her breasts, and her thighs.
Kelly scooted next to him. "Thanks so much for helping me. I don't know what I would have done without you."
Jordan muttered something about it not being a big deal. His eyes were all over the place, obviously curious.
"So this is your first time here?" Kelly asked him.
"Um, yeah," he said, looking very uncomfortable.
"Well, I hope it's not the last time. A good-looking fellow like you should be able to find lots to do here. What are you looking for sexually?"
Kelly didn't think it was possible, but Jordan turned even redder. "I don't know what you mean," he stammered.
"Well, what do you enjoy the most when you have sex with girls? Do you like getting blowjobs? Sex with more than one girl at a time? Sex in the shower? What turns you on?"
Kelly watches with amusement as his eyes grow wide. She also sees his crotch stirring as he imagines the things she has described. She feels her own crotch growing moist as she realizes just how innocent this guy must be.
"Tell you what," she says, making great effort to stand up, "I need to check on how things are going. Why don't you help me, and I'll give you a tour?"
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